Long Cheekbone Poems
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Particularly pronounce abscess,
when rites of spring accursedness
prevails, asper testament, sans swell
scored psychological achiness
recording minecrafted history,
viz secreting acridness
permeates profusely predicated puberty,
akin to ambling au naturale adulteress
plethora plush plumage plus perfume
presage prickly profuse inauspicious pre/
post pubescent and adult affectlessness
propensity poisons primary predilection
pummeling poking pillorying
perpetual purgatory with aggressiveness.
Now translated into bumpy
layman's/woman's terms, aye
communicate, albeit stylishly campy
adhering, colluding, and choppily try
trending without trademark obfuscation,
nonetheless, a feeble
attempt might still defy,
an honest to dog ambition to express
how blooming in the dales less
sons glee aware, how lovers press
lips close together, when yours truly
shuttered himself in bedroom
of boyhood home to cope with stress
thus denying, depriving,
and destroying bone
a fied hankering,
asper this pooch hood doth hone
ache, never to experience puppy love
til pooch later in life,
when he became at present
male version, sans crone
revisiting, reliving, and
reflecting being alone
without ever touching, savoring,
and rubbing smooth cheekbone
of a lass - see, this thy reason
Matthew Scott doth bemoan
observing young bucks,
who liberate kickstarter jangling hormone
he oozes with envy those whippersnappers
gathering rosebuds while they may intone
enjoyment, qua the vitality, virility, and victory
before youth fleetingly passes versus millstone
weighing heavier with each passing year
before the grim reaper doth phone!
She woke up to the song of the rising sun
Dealt with the domestic chores in one quick run
When it's time to set to the duty outdoors,
she locked those grotty wooden doors.
She joined her friends at the site
And majestically wore a shirt that's half white
She bunned her hair into a striped towel
Set her foot into the soil with a hoe and shovel.
The sweat on her cheeks salted her lower lip
The blisters on her palms gave her little grip
The tired muscles demanded a moment's rest
But no, she cannot afford to take the time's test.
She is the second's hand of a 24hr clock
To soothe her baby's hunger cries, she shouldn't cease to walk.
She knows just three things - work,work and work,
to nurture the baby whose long-gone father is a toxic shark.
Two hours of extra labour, would do the two a great favour.
Few extra drops of sweat,
Confer four extra drops of milk to her baby's gut.
When at the day's end, her stir-fried flesh returned home,
the smile on her baby's lips wiped the sweat on her cheekbone.
Battles of today gift blossoms in the long run.
After all, her baby's filled tummy was like a good shade under the hot sun.
I stand here in front of a fractured mirror
Tracing veined lines and blemished pores,
That in my waif-like outline I dream
About spring’s young complexion…ripe virginal
The glint of nubile aura humbling dawn's luster.
Pity this lady; she’ll never understand
How her portraits are becoming duller now…
The texture of a hollow cheekbone, a saggy neck
Reflects all the vanity disguised as anguish;
My fear slowly withering under piled rouge
Only to crack along a theatrical stage of old reruns,
Blurring eye- mascara with heartbreaks concealed
Against twilight's kept illusions.
Pity this lady, a backstage prop , anonymous
Reliving her glamorous world lost in time’s curtain call—
Within a verbose oration across a dim looking-glass,
I stand farther away, paint my famed mouth
And wave at a vacant arena,
Consumed by an explosion of stars pouring on my face.
10/10/2018
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Contest of Craig Cornish: I Stand Here
I was beaten into silence as a young
child from my father's brutalizing rage
and psychological torture.
When I was 5, a man exposed himself, to me
I ran fast terrified, no words spoken.
When I was 21 my boyfriend said, “I’m going to
F-Up your pretty face so no one ever looks
at you again, with that, I had no words.
When the ER doc urged me to tell the Police
this boyfriend fractured my cheekbone and
blackened my eyes, I had no words.
When riots broke out in high school, a large boy
shoved me against the wall, his hands on my
throat, he yelled say something, I had no words.
When several powerful lawyers I worked
with made sexual comments, I quit instead
of finding my words.
When a careless driver struck me down
altering my life, as I lay in the street,
a crowd around me, I had no words.
While visiting a relative, her drunken boyfriend
kicked me in the eye almost detaching my
retina, in court I cried, no words spoken.
At a club, drank soda, got dizzy; a guy put me
in his car, as I vomited; he threw me behind a building;
I never spoke of this attempted rape.
When my ex-husband committed
emotional & physical crimes against me,
I left without a word.
Still society has bullied me into silence otherwise
risk the harsh judgment of their punishing
remarks on my character.
Today, my words are not so eloquent,
but they contain hard truths, as
God is always my Witness.
When Dad called me ugly, stupid
and worthless, as that little girl, I lost!
When my mother couldn’t protect
me from the cruelty and abuse
at home, I lost!
When a bad man came into
my room and frightened me
me as that little girl, I lost!
When my boyfriend blackened my
Eyes and fractured my cheekbone,
I lost!
When my precious dogs, Rocky and Brownie
died in my arms, I lost!
When a car struck me causing
me to suffer life altering
injuries, I lost!
When I received the call
Your Mother is dead,
I lost!
When I watched my loving and honorable
Brother, Jimmy succumb to cancer, I lost!
When I realize there isn’t anyone
Or anything else to fight for, I say to you
for one last and final time, I lost!
I was beaten into silence as a young child
from my father's brutalizing rage and
psychological torture as he punched me.
When I was 5, a man exposed himself, to me
I ran fast terrified, no words were spoken.
When I was 21 my boyfriend said, “I’m going to
F-Up your pretty face so no one ever looks
at you again,” with that, I had no words.
When the ER doctors urged me to tell the Police
that boyfriend fractured my cheekbone & blackened
my eyes, I never spoke of these assaults.
When riots broke out in high school, a large boy
shoved me against the wall, his hands on my
throat, he yelled say something, I had no words.
When several powerful lawyers I worked
with made sexual comments, I quit instead
of finding my words.
When a careless driver struck me down
altering my life, as I lay in the street,
a crowd around me, I had no words.
While visiting a relative, her drunken boyfriend
kicked me in the eye almost detaching my
retina, in court I cried, no words were spoken.
At a club, I drank soda, got dizzy; a guy put me
in his car, as I vomited; he threw me behind a
building; I never spoke of this attempted rape.
When my ex-husband committed
emotional & physical crimes against me,
I left without a word.
Still society has bullied me into silence otherwise
risking the harsh judgment of their punishing
remarks on my character.
Today, my words are not so eloquent,
but they do contain hard truths, as
God is always my Witness.
Dream
My mirrored reflection silently speaks
You honor me with your vulnerability
Your scars of life
Your unhealed wounds of betrayal
Dream journals tattoo your body
Your open arms of desire call to me
With eyes closed I sense
Whispers of your silky wings
Fluttering against smeared panes of glass
Separating us in the night
Your voiceless screams
Crushed pink musical notes hover close by
Magical music envelopes me
Dancing sounds emanating from
The depths of your kaleidoscope soul
A rebirth of desire
You are my child
My eyes call to you
Fragile strands of distance
Separate us
My child
I long to touch you
To hug you
To comfort you
Our palms meet
Mirroring one another
Rising them above our heads
We create a circle of life together
Only the transparent looking glass
Keeps me from feeling
The warmth of your touch
I read stories to you
You cannot hear me
I turn the book around
Pressing it to the glass
Not knowing if you
Can interpret the words
Hello my dear child
I am here to make you smile
I will dance for you
I will pantomime
I will become a dynamic octopus
Changing color and form
Before your eyes
I reach through the glass
As it liquifies and melts
Coating my fingertips
Hands and arms
In a warm embrace
I find you in the blur
Lifetimes pass
Time Inhales
Grasping blindly
I cup your shoulders
Bringing you to me
Dissolving all barriers
I press you against
My beating heart
Sweat glides down my cheekbone
Caressing your forehead
Leaving salty trails
Child of mine
No greater honor
Has been bestowed on me
Allow me to help you heal
As you have healed me
Cherished
Line drawings
Smiling suns
Red Dogs
Green Trains
Spider webs of glitter
Paper mache bowls
Painted in Aztec colors
Fill my dresser drawer
Remembering sugar cookie stars
Coated in Thick frosting
Sprinkles
Burnt edges
Many skinned knees
Broken spirits
Bactine and Bandaids
Notes by my bed
“I love you Mama”
These moments in time
Stored in the locket of
My heart
Forever
I kiss you now
Hoisted high Black flags sail,
Camouflaged by a misty veil,
A bow braced with forward guns,
Upon a ship no-one outruns,
This sight was seen through a scope,
A view of horror crushing all hope,
Terror races through the ship,
For they are within Davy Jones grip,
Bustling panic to throw weight over the side,
Anything and everything to save their hide,
Dark swells of clouds surround the merchant,
Like a sour jar of vinegar the crew fermant,
Kneeling, some pray for some type of saving,
Any rescue from what that vile ship is craving,
Villainous auras fills the air,
Causing halt to all prayer,
Will these pirates spare some of the lives,
Or send an empty ship back to their wives,
With every second the air gets thicker,
From the aft of the ship comes a flicker,
A barrage of small slugs rip through wood,
Boots and blood left where the cap'n stood,
Trepidation spotlights the first mate,
Unable to move due to sealed fate,
Through a portal all Hell enters,
For the helm was just splinters,
Without a doubt no lives will be spared,
The story of a rescue to never be shared,
A war horn sounds ringing in every ear,
Port side a figurehead in mist begins to leer,
Skeletal bones with a sickle, appears to be the reaper,
Materializing behind him the black flagged creeper,
With woods as dark as the Captain's soul,
The deck stained red from the Dutchmen's toll,
No visible crew leaves the merchants struck,
But this was not their type of luck,
From starboard side a hatchet was thrown,
Landing in the boswain's cheekbone,
Like serpents, pirates sliver over the side,
Some crew just buckled while others cried,
Hands raised high and knees into deckboard,
Now a chest soiled red by plunging sword,
Before every death was a faint wretched smell,
The kind only found rotting in a cell,
Cause Davy's crew were sentenced to jail,
An endless opaque sea faring Hell.
Frosty's squeeze was Freckles Snow
and frosty saw her well.
Her button eyes would warm his heart
and leave him weak to tell.
Her smile was like a clever seal
with lips in brilliant red.
The two of them red pepper stands
to knock a snowman dead.
Her nose was just a little thimble
cute enough to thrill.
Her head topped off with rhubarb bands
this red-heads looks could kill.
A bonnet sat on top her head.
It knitted and it stitched.
A strap below her under-chin
to see that it stayed hitched.
For such a lovely snowman
Freckles surely earned her name.
Some thirty dots per cheekbone
of black pepper on this dame.
The hottest freckles on the snow
that Frosty'd ever seen.
And Freckles blushing modestly,
attractive to the scene.
A woman Frosty cherished dear.
Her looks not all there was.
For Frosty knew of Freckle's love
and warming that it does.
When at that time began to melt
down-poring from above.
When Freckles noticed he was gone
and Frosty was in love.
So on that day a puddle sat
down at Freckles feet.
But don't be sad cause Freckles cried
and both went down in heat.
Now Freckles Snow and Frosty Snowman
are puddles in the street.
Them both remembered for going away
that once again they'll meet.
I LOST
When my dad called me ugly,
stupid and worthless, as that
little girl, I lost!
When my mother didn't protect
me from the cruelty and abuse
at home, I lost!
When a bad man came into my
room exposing himself, as that
little girl, I lost!
When a boyfriend blackened my
eyes and fractured my cheekbone,
I lost!
When my precious dogs, Rocky
and Brownie died in my arms,
I lost!
When a car struck me and I
suffered life altering injuries,
I lost!
When I received the call saying,
“Your mother is dead,” I lost!
When I watched my loving and
honorable brother succumb
to cancer, I lost!
When my closest friend committed
suicide, I lost.
When I see the painful expression
in my son’s weary eyes, I’ve lost.
When I realize there isn’t anyone or
anything else to fight for, I say to you
one last time, I lost!