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I really don't connect well with others
alone never was lonely for me
Don't mind short visits or being out to eat
food can end conversation, nothing to say
take another bite. People can be clingy
wanting more than I can give. I really
don't have secrets, my life pretty dull
but I like it. Never really liked playing games
too much work and everyone cheats.
Somehow it is always competition
never fun, never good game handshake and smile
afterwards. Always shouting and anger and that's just
Monopoly. I like sitting on my front porch and
listening to my dogs bark, it makes them so happy.
Like watching the birds use the bird bath, they
are whimsical in the water. Like listening to college
football games on the radio, the play by play and
game description are more fun than watching TV.
Not many have patience now. Always seeking satisfaction
with a high tech gadget that thrills them with colorful
lights and images. To each his own.
Maybe if I could pretend to care instead of ignoring
others it would help, a gentle nod in agreement,
a slow hmmmm of interest, and never yawn within
minutes, perceived as rude. Can't really talk with anyone
they only want agreement. A slight turn from their perceived
reality could end up in a violent fist fight.
Not that I don't mind occasional exercise but too much effort.
Maybe that's it, relationships with others are
just too much effort with so little enjoyment.
One day the world may calm down and people could
be agreeable even without agreeing. But not yet,
not yet.
It meant everything but it's all for nothing
It means anything and it is always something
What's done is done
Hope it was fun
What's done is done
Let it go
Hate grates you raw
Let it go
It will cause your own downfall
Pay attention or it will cost you
Hope I haven't lost you
Look both ways to see ahead
Better off to stay in bed
It was never meant to be
Open your eyes, look to see
When you win you over gloat
When you lose smear and implode
Life can bring you down
By falsely building you up
Half full half empty
There's a whole in your cup
Not want you expected or desire
Stop the fuming put out the fire
Calm down try again to overcome
Smile and live it, what's done is done
Your night was so so cold
Wanted to be together till' we're old
Late nights we stayed up crying
Now I'm alone, and slowly dying
Our love was so so blue
But i just can't get over you
Staying up late all summer
Never with you, what a bummer so
Your night was so so numb
I stayed up waiting, i was dumb
Our hearts beat like a drum
You had friends while i wanted some
You have me rotting slowly
You have my heart like a vice
Kept your grip so cold, colder than ice
Told me you were dying to see me
Met up but will you free me
Your evening left me alone
Like our love was kept to atone
you said i was burning our night
Said i was dumb but alright
Your love had kept me so low
Calm down, please just take it slow
Said i was feeling alone
Crying in my pillow
Not a repeat, oh no
Your morning struck me like the night
Like a animal, I'm stuck in your light
Said i was meant to be alone
Alright, I guess that i know
Your evening sun struck my face
Cold glare yet my heart will still race
You keep me left on read
oh no... am i better off dead...
Overthinking what I had said...
Your night was so so cold...
Wanted to be alone, until I was old
Late nights i stayed up crying
Now we're alone, and slowly dying
I grew up on granddaddy's ranch
There wasn’t a bull I couldn’t conquer
My cowboy boots only came off
When I changed my clothes for soccer
I love the smell of fresh green grass
The sound of the ball hitting the goal post
I love racing down the field
Ya’ll listening? I love soccer it’s the most
Well. let me tell you a little story ‘bout
Flying on a plane
Our team went to Scotland
To play in a big game
My excitement turned to fear
I was just a mess
The players came from the other team
and each one had on a dress
John gave me a flower
I think I saw it wilt
My coach whispered in my ear
Calm down that is a Kilt
Now ya’ll I know I am from Texas
We’re called the Lone star State
We love our fellow man
Ain’t a neighbor that I hate
But to see a handsome boy
Smile and try to flirt
Reach his hand to shake mine
while wearing a wool skirt
I know I know it’s called a Kilt
and it’s a part of their tradition
but what is a girl to do
I’ve never dealt with such conditions
They come in many colors
John’s was green and red
His friend had one of grey and blue
Matched the hat upon his head
The goalie for their soccer team
Was a boy called David Heath
He laughed and whispered in my ear
“We wear nothing underneath.”
Did I mention I’m from Texas?
Well, I ain’t no Southern Belle
The thoughts I had while practicing
Would’ve made my Mama yell
I looked it up in history books
Researched in magazines
To wear one of those in Scotland
Is like a Texan wearing jeans
I tried to act naturally
but all my head could do was tilt
I just had to go back home
and tell the story of the Kilt
finally, about the time the game was at an end
That cute boy from the airport
reached for the ball and had to bend
I still don’t know if he made the goal
I’ll have to ask Coach Milt
because all I saw was what he didn’t wear
underneath his Kilt
03/07/2021
Written for Scotland-One Rule Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Julia Ward
GOOSEBUMPS
I experience sudden keen sensation on dermis
with tiny swellings erecting skin hairs momentarily
owing to excitement, fear or strong emotion.
Within few seconds all calm down.
But I recollect childhood days,
towards past to chase and to gaze.
Memory of eruption of goosebumps on dermis flashed!
Several attacks I had experienced,
But all happened on a kid under twelve.
I apprehend that’s an air-borne allergy
affecting few children owning sensitive skin.
Few times mostly at eve in winter,
sudden rashes in lots of little lumps
as inflammation termed goosebumps
appearing on cutis causing itching burning sensation.
My grandma was prompt to put me on bed lying supine
and applying herbal remedy
by rubbing wheat-flour all over body.
I was asked not to touch or scratch on lumps.
She then covered me with a thin blanket.
Within two or three hours
all swellings slowly sank to fade away
releasing skin tone absolute smooth.
I was grown up.
Goosebumps were never aggressive to choose me.
Those had left me forever.
11/18/19
'Goosebumps' Contest by Delilah Ventura
Oh, aren’t they adorable, my near-sighted grandma said.
I turned and looked; these moppets looked rather dead.
I kept this to myself, but felt their creepy evil stares
As we turned to walk up our apartment stairs
That night I felt those dolls and puppets calling me
I looked out the window and what did I see?
The ringleader was pointing straight at my heart
I felt they were going to pull me apart
My heartbeat was fast, palpitations quick and hard
Calm down! I yelped to my inner poet and bard.
But I felt threatened, as if evil were coming for me.
I heard maniacal laughter from at least two or three.
Days are much concrete at times, with a soul too obtuse.
Nothing happens inside ,to calm down a pain, or to diffuse
I let the faces, I love the most, leave, one by one
And waited for the heavy curtains of oblivion
To end everything, every pain and sorrow.
An exposed love is nothing but an open space
For inflicting fresh wounds, heartache to grow.
An identified hardships of an indigent emotion
Egregious reason of a rather volatile passion.
Bright, white clouds in the blue sky float by...
Float by delightfully, without any hesitation
I saw the clouds, and wanted to clean the sky
with a handkerchief, whitest of the kind.
To wipe out the clouds,
And
To wipe out the suffocations of all stories untold
To fix an inevitable state of delirium, of mind.
I felt my vulnerability then,
As these attempts led me to a conclusive moment
Where clouds were forcing and merging , altogether
With this fine, delicate fabric of mine,
and overshadowing the high-rise buildings of downtown
Stopping the signals, crosswalks and all other progressions.
Only it was me who was left there, alone…
With a tremendous grandiosity, a lavish consecrate note
To drag a shattered , devastated body to carry on
And an astonishing hopeful mind
To venture,
To triumph
Holding a white piece of distraction
To mediate the measurement of the depth of the sky.
I paused for a moment.
As I needed the handkerchief badly.
After the daydreaming is over.
Oh how I do love cats.
Not rats or bats,
Spats or hats;
(although I do own a chapeau or two).
I love cats of all sizes, colors and shapes;
even though they get in a lot of scrapes.
I love calicos, tabbies, marbled too;
I really love a Persian Blue.
I love them whether they have boots or socks;
I adore all their furry frocks.
Short-haired, long-haired, cats are great;
With cats, I love to celebrate.
They bring such joy and elation;
but, when they get in an altercation,
I calm them with my guitar strings;
cats do love to hear folks sing.
They stop to listen to my songs,
but they definitely don’t like drums or gongs.
So I sing and they calm down;
quite tranquil then’s, my kitty-crowd.
When in the midst of all there could be of me my thoughts wavelength sails wilder than a gazelle on a mountaintop steep climbing hill! My soul cried out for the living God of Loves in time times a long time ago but not so much now my Soul in its distress counted some of the benefits had gained from the Creator of all Things so my soul calm down and thought of the benefits of loving who God is so God is love a chief corner Stone Alpha Omega the bread of life Author of Salvation. Deliverer when life let through arrow and dart the hurt the pain in the land of a strange foe name called evil eye the tears fell but not for long. For my mind gazed upon an Everlasting Father my Eternal Life Faithful and True Faithful Witness to the people places and others that pass through with gifts in their hands that may cause some hurt pain maybe not. For the Father firstborn is my best friend Head of the Church Good Shepherd High Priest Holy and true Holy Ones hope where there is no hope at all! The Hope of Glory the Great I Am King Eternal King Of The Ages. In the Lord my Lion Of the tribe of Judah The Living One Lord Of All.Lord of Lords Mediator of the New Covenant Mighty God our Morning Star.Our Savior our protector. Our Redemption Our Righteousness only begotten Son of God.When in the midst of my troubles hurt and normal pain my soul rejoice in the Kingdom that adopted me into a Royal Family precious Corner Stone Prince Of Peace The Source of Eternal Salvation The Light The Vine The Truth wonderful Conselor far from the sun the moon the stars and comet too far above the universe the clouds to the heart .He said he would come and sup inside the heart of my heart-felt flesh and when love moved into the heart that opened the door to love my Soul rejoice to a new day always can hear the knocking of love for God is Love the other serves supper sup with your heart. abiding forever so be still my soul.
You shouldn’t take the bus unless
You aren’t in a rush
‘Cause if you are, frustration
May burst forth and start to gush.
The line of people inches up,
Embarking one by one;
At every stop the minutes pass
Until the boarding’s done.
One person cannot swipe his card;
Another looks for change,
While exiters go out the front,
Which seems both rude and strange.
The drive doesn’t seem to mind
This snail-like slowpoke pace.
He gets his pay no matter what
And this is not a race.
But when you’re in a hurry
You can rage and rail and curse,
Though it’s better to calm down
Or your next ride will be a hearse!