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PILLOW TALK ABUSE (collaboration)
by~ Andrea Dietrich
Again you’re droning on and on and on.
Yada, yada, yada, yada, yada.
My time for beauty sleep will soon be gone.
Why can’t you close your eyes? You know you oughta.
Just press those lips together tight and zip!
My lids are getting heavy as you talk.
So now I offer you this little tip.
Why don’t you go outside and take a walk?
The clear night air might open up your mind
before you kill the bush you’re beating round.
You’re killing ME; I hate to be unkind,
but when I start to doze, I hear that sound . . .
Yakety, yakety, yakety, yakety, yak. . .
Please shut your trap. We’ve long since hit the sack!
by~ Poet Destroyer
Congratulations for thinking your work is done.
You may be tired but you’re not the only one.
I sure hope you like spending your time all alone
All the young ones are grown and away from home.
So, I have no choice to yap yap yap' when you're around.
But, I do this to annoy, before my other annoying snoring sound.
Ever since I remember the beauty line is to late.
Don't forget my yapping mouth is what brings dinner to your plate?
But think of the funny way you want me to zip my lips tight.
My yakety yak is what gets me going through the night.
Retire your eyes else where, if you can't hear me out!
Wouldn't you rather me beat the bush, than to hear me shout.
Your ungrateful ways are like a sleeping pill.
Talking to you is like talking to a wall~ " oh! What a thrill!"
Maybe if you say a word or two, your mouth would put me to sleep
So my dear, talking to you is better than counting sheep.
Hope PD won't mind me showing me this one again!
I stand on the shore
Waves and wind my companions and,
For a moment, the world is still,
Past and present in equal measure.
Then for a second a neurone fires,
A flash of remembrance
Throwing me into a place
A wish never to be.
I feel I am standing up to my knees,
Wading slowly and clumsily
Through a swap of grief.
Past as a fond memory,
Present as a harsh painful reality.
The emotions like the waves,
Pound my heart and flood my thoughts.
As if a trail in the woods becomes
A fork in the road.
Yet I have no choice, cannot take my
Path of least disturbance.
We are all pushed into the darkness,
Must navigate this stony track,
For which there is no map.
But the unfamiliar and dark
Will become less daunting as the miles pass.
There is no return to the first path,
Still as the passage of time processes by
The new path very gradually,
Oh so slowly, starts to lighten.
The landmarks are the same and
The path still stony beneath my feet,
Yet the present slowly creeps into the past.
The grief digs sharp into my heart,
Knowing I shall never occupy a space
And hear you laugh again,
But as time passes
the pain does become more bearable.
There is no getting over a loss,
No moment that suddenly it doesn’t hurt,
No time that a second passes and immediately
They are no longer missed.
This doesn’t happen, but when the initial,
Hard and brutal shock,
Ever so slowly, starts to soften,
We are given time to reflect.
Given a gently growing space,
In which to hold and nurture the memories.
The beautiful gift we were given,
By having our loved one in our life,
For however brief,
And for knowing them, our lives are richer.
It is in the air
Maybe the chair
Giving everyone a health care scare
And that is not fair
Added to having the homework done
And recess fun
Wearing a mask
Is the law abiding marketed task
Saying this will solve the problem
Scripted “We got them”
Ending the virus infection
As a prescription protection
Face covering does have an angry sight
Uncomfortable and tight
Frightful with might
Trying to breathe
Taking away human expressions to see
Trust needs to come on board
To win the invisible contagious war
By showing the door
Defeating controlling factors looking for a power play score
This is a choice
Made behind the godly surgical hidden voice
“I see your man date
And raise you ‘after Election Day get things straight’”
This is a concern
Distractions in the environment where students learn
Both book smarts
And social starts
Memorizing everything by heart
In order to be ready in playing a part
In this debatable plot
Dumped on those wanting a shot
Know the setting
Before betting
Taking the mask off
And getting a life threatening cough
From the smoke
That the Marlboro cowboy stoked
And the entertainers puffed while telling a joke
Sipping on something added to their coca coke
Wearing a mask is not a way to conform
Instead it’s a peaceful way during a storm
To call the house
Squeaky as a mouse
“I hope you have a better hand
In this political party stand
Or a new generation will win the pot voting ‘you are canned’”
Did I ask for your opinion?
I don't believe I did.
Don't chastise me as though you think,
I'm some errant little kid.
You can offer your advice,
Politely state your case,
But when you find I don't agree,
Don't get in my face.
I make my own decisions.
The choice at length is mine.
If I make a choice that's wrong,
It's I who pays the fine.
Unless you're asked for money,
You've no call to stomp and snort.
Don't demand I give account,
Like I'm on trial in court.
I pay my bills, the debt is mine.
I know what I can't and can.
I know I'm old but not the fool,
You seem to think I am.
I appreciate the fact you care.
I really, really do,
But I let you make your choices,
Let me do that too.
It's not necessary for us to agree,
On each item on the shelf;
So just to keep the peace let's keep,
Our opinions to ourselves.
Hey poor boy from the far 80s
Was it 16 or 17 when you got stuck?
You dug a hole so deep and fell in it.
Agreed it was warm , protective
except that your whole adulthood was blocked .
You had your chances , you had your talents
you let them rot .
And now you ride on that red flying horse
among young bloods
too much smoke , too much old bones.
Some evil child once told me , he took you to the crazy house
and he felt your use of erotic images was overboard.
He laughed at you , but I didn’t
because only a monster would celebrate any pain coming from the guts of a friend .
Shame I said nothing ,
but again like you would say :
-it wasn’t my business but your mistake .
And now you walk on flimsy panels of concrete
and now you stalk and now you cuss.
And now you talk about little girls
that ate too much candy ,
you call them sad because you get it .
You see, I know you ate all that candy too,
but instead of reaching for the light
you dug that hole and paralyzed your soul .
And that is how , I find myself
relentlessly entangled in your monologue .
There is no shame in cutting heads
of bratty player boys .
What killed the cat was not curiosity
but hateful words .
And from those I gave them none .
So dear poor boy from the far 80s ,
become a man , untie your soul ,
Happiness , sadness, that is your choice.
My incantation: I wish you gone .
Never pick fights with a survivor,
in life , only one time the heart is broken
and after that , the flesh gets rough
and we start over .
there are no schemes
but only freedom to love again , to fail again , to celebrate the everlasting beauty of not giving a damn anymore.
If I could choose one type of love for two people to share that would allow them throughout their life together to be happy…to rejoice…one love above all others…
then tree love would be my choice.
Tree love begins when two seeds of love are planted together…how it happens…no one really knows…but once planted side-by-side, like two trees, their love begins to grow.
They grow so close together their limbs are always touching and anyone who sees them understands the love they share between them…as they’re forever holding hands.
Individually they are independent and wonderful but together…each other they enhance…
Watch them in the wind…see how beautifully they dance.
Watch them weather any storm together…watch them feel each other’s pain…watch them share their joy and laughter watch them play out in the rain.
Watch if one tree teeters in the wind or a sudden summer squall…how the other tree is there to catch them…and will not let them fall.
Watch if one tree is filled with sorrow…is ever nervous or afraid…how the other tree is there with arms outstretched to offer the comfort of its shade.
Watch how there is no jealousy between them…no feeling they have to hide…if one tree is taller or more colorful than the other…there is only delight…and joy…and pride.
Watch how, no matter how old and wrinkled they become…they remain young in their hearts…and how their roots have grown so intertwined they can’t be pulled apart.
The road to joy and happiness…that’s an easy choice for me…
Yes, if I could choose one path to true love…then tree love it would be.
~So Much To Be Thankful For~
(Sonnetina Rispetto)
Just when you think that things are right
You get blinded and lose your sight
Just when your world starts to crumble
God gives you much to live thank for
Many surprises waiting at your door
Blessings He gives us be humble
Just when you think that things are right
You get blinded and lose your sight
So when you think nothing is right
Keep hope focus on His light
Just when your world starts to crumble
Blessings He gives us be humble
Just when yo think that things are right
You get blinded and lose your sight.
Dorian Petersen Potter
Aka ladydp2000
Copyright@2009
September 10, 2009
The Sonnetina Rispetto is a new poetry form created by Dorian Petersen
Potter, on September 8, 2009.
This form Sonnetina Rispetto has 14 lines with 8 syllables in each line.
It can be written in 3 quatrain stanzas and a couplet or with an Octave(8)
and a Sestet(6) lines or the Sestet first and then the Octave. This the poet's choice.
The rhyme scheme is as follows:
A1,A2,B1,c,c,B2,A1,A2,d,d,B1,B2,A1,A2.
The capitals A1,A2,B1 and B2...stands for the refrain lines in the poem.
Any subject.
The women's body does not
Belong to the government.
Once again this, borders,
On personal harassment.
The woman's body is hers,
It's a personal choice.
The abortion issue ignites the
Woman and her voice.
A typical case of men trying
To control women.
It is a personal thing what
Can grow in her abdomen.
Do you really want another?
Suffragette movement?
Are you doing this for?
Your own amusement?
Abortion has no place
On a ballot.
It will end up in
The court of appellate.
If Roe-VS-Wade,
is overturned.
It is bad juju for
All concerned.
Let's not get the women of
America in an uproar.
The government should stick
To the faces of MT. Rushmore.
I am a woman, I beg you,
"Leave this one alone".
This is for women the
Choice each to their own.
Single mom's make-up the
The majority of single parenting.
If you mess with this, Beware
The day of reckoning.
There are many reasons why
A woman would choose abortion.
If we upset this it can throw
Our existence out of proportion.
Turbo1904 ?
While on this earth we have a choice,
Of two paths - wide or narrow.
Which one we choose will seal our fate:
Everlasting joy or sorrow.
The wide path may seem easy,
Living life by our own rules.
Many choose to go this way,
But this path is for fools.
Following the wide road,
Leads to a fiery destination.
People may be kind and good,
But ignore God's great salvation.
The narrow path is not easy,
But it leads to heaven's gates.
Living for God and loving Jesus,
That's the path we all should take.
And when this life is over,
If we've walked the narrow path,
The Pearly Gates will open for us,
But if we haven't, we'll face God's wrath.
Jesus is the key to heaven,
Through His blood we enter in.
Accept Him as your Lord and Savior,
He will take away your sin.
I, for one, am looking forward,
To walking down the streets of gold,
Side by side with Christ my Savior,
The glories of heaven to behold.
Kim Merryman 1/12/12
For Linda-Marie the Sweetheart of PS contest: Life and Death...and Beyond.
It is another late check-in entered,
Anticipate one hoped to had ventured,
The guest, country singer Dolly Parton,
Year lemon juice appeared in a carton,
I had an unopened one behind me,
It had caught her eyes in plain sight to see,
In a very raspy voice, she whispered,
"Can I have that drink, for this poor songbird..."
"...(lifts her hands to her mouth) has lost her voice..."
"...mama done told me, lemon juice was choice..."
"...for a sore throat, and I will pay for it.",
I told her not to worry for one bit,
I will get one from our fridge in the back,
Upon returning, told her what we had,
Done for her, "A junior suite with a tad..."
"...Of the heater turned up, and our special..."
"...Turn down service, that includes a schedule..."
"...List of a boxed assortment of candied..."
"...Sweets that were prepared by our pastry chef..."
"...A red rose now sits on your turned down bed..."
"..."After informing housekeeping ahead..."
"...Of your arrival, a carafe of tea..."
"...Of special blends, and another pastry..."
"...Chef concoctions of baked treats have all been..."
"...Delivered by our room service staff, now..."
"...are there more, that I may assist somehow?"
"No, you are blessed, that, I can see, thank you!"
Checking out, she said, "You always came through."
***Then, the City of Oakland held 'Day On The Green' concerts at the stadium complex, hence the entourage of entertainers. Please note that parts of the conversation is not verbatim but was made to the purpose of the rhyming scheme.
Date: 08/28/2019
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