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Heroines fought battles, overcame
hardships to proclaim victory
Lena's sedentary reel, same same
Pristine paged humdrum story
Secure foundation led steadily wed
Chores' blur bolstered home
Wholesale whore for husband's bed
Battle liberated life bemoan
Pencil skirt vixens strut on television
Bold shoulder pads deception
Kids' Father ensured ample provision
Fed a fortress family protection
Frumpy comfort hot oven soap opera
Glazed gaps, glassed gorgeous
Razzmatazz Rochelle dating a doctor
Lena's latent longing engorges
27th June
Heaven for Heathens
Convinced I am
I'll never be me again
The one who created the pain
The one who had so much to gain
But lost out in the end
To a race against time
A figment of me
Just a pigment of hope
Lie down at night
No sleep to make up
I wander about
Through today's events
I worry about tomorrows as well
There is no real balance
When I am always off center
My mind never shuts down
I Whisper I can't do this anymore
Can't continue to live in a past unforgiven
I am stuck here in the void
Can't trust myself to let my guard down
Feel only alone is how I will live out this life
Scroll through the pictures on facebook dating
All so many choices but none ever get back
Am I just a lost cause
Confined to all I fear
It's a stain that won't wash out
Am I really that unlovable
Is the cover just to torn to turn the page
So much unsuriness so little dedication
To branch out away from past thoughts
It's alarming and endangering
Have I become that lost soul
Only time knows
All the secrets I hide.
One time, I made up a story which I told so often,
That I started to believe it too, it was a whopper;
It all started at work with co-workers asking me,
Why does a beautiful girl like you not have a . . .
Boyfriend.
The constant questions were getting me angry,
I had been married, my love was in heaven above;
Anyways, that is another story but I was resting,
From any relationship with a man and from . . .
Dating.
So one day, I made up a boyfriend so very amazing,
I gave him a name, first and last and a real great job;
Of course, he was handsome and sexy and loved me so,
But it was a long distance relationship, you see . . .
Friends.
I gave him a personality based on truth, my husband,
It was easy and I just kept adding to that big lie;
Oh Michael said this , you know the way girls often do,
Yes indeed, he was my everything and my forever . . .
Lover.
The imaginary things we did together were so awesome,
They were based in truth, just not now, but true;
It is sort of sad in a way, oh how I exaggerated everything,
He gave me gifts, that I actually bought for . . .
Myself.
I kept up that whopper for a few years until they stopped,
The gossips moved on to another victim to bother,
And the handsome Michael just drifted away, I miss him;
Afterall, he was the perfect man really because he was . . .
Invisible.
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July 4, 2016
Poetry/Narrative/One Time
Copyright Protected, ID 16-806-143-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the contest, Tell A Tall Tale
sponsor, Jessie Day
15th Place
Caleb Vasquez wanted to accelerate civil war
Tried to shoot up a Mosque, didn't get past the door
His manifesto said the race war is coming
Under our feet, the tremors are humming.
He didn't like blacks, illegals too
He admired Hitler, and that Nazi crew.
He asked why historically Jews run from so many places
He thought that proved that evil hides behind their faces.
The Patriot Front blames Jews for immigration
Hundreds marched recently, to my consternation.
But I look at Sweden, Germany, they opened their borders
It wasn't a Jewish ruler who gave those orders.
I look at Russia, that brought illegals to the Polish side
Putin wanted to cause chaos, at least one Polish guard died.
I look at the boats coming into Britain from France
French leaders won't stop them, a puzzling stance.
So Jews get it from both sides
They flee Muslim anger, flee a rising tide
From Canada, from Sweden, and from France
For a safe life, they look for a chance.
Then they are blamed by some folks for the surge
Jews have gotten killed because of that in Pittsburgh
Now Mr. Vasquez went after Muslims and killed three
I hope he's wrong about civil war as our destiny.
The Mosque he shot up also went off track
Two 9/11 hijackers prayed there before their attack
And the Imam said Hamas attacks were the result of genocide
This was days after Oct 7, after torture, and homicide
Vasquez also blames women, for not dating him
I don't blame them, but he's not alone, and that's grim.
I don't want this civil war, can't we be brothers?
Don't want to be blamed for the sins of others.
She held a face up and it was price beyond and her presence eases everything around
God knows,
I consider it a blessing knowing her and a triple blessing now dating her
Her heart is precious and soft but unbelievably strong at the same time like Lara Croft
There is no doubt about my imperfection but her patience gives me a course to revolution
She is more to me than she thinks; she's my bread winner and I didn't buy bread to win her
This proves that her love is true; and more than she knows, she teaches me to love true
Sometimes I feel like i was sent to the place I find myself just to find her because of my growth since I met her
To be FRANK, she has the KEY to my heart and not to be a JUDGE, no one holds it better.
She eases my heart and puts it to rest with just a smile
But when she is the cause of its race, it sprints a mile
I guess some parts of my happiness, I owe it to her
I don't have to tell her this, cause it would reveal a scar
Never been a fan of exposing my vulnerabilities and weakness
But I can trust her enough because her heart bears witness
Sometimes I regret it and wish I never shared these feelings
But they now trump the thought that once dissed feelings
Form:
She studied the Space exploration
act of 3033 to find where
in history she might
use her Time traveling Machine
It had been said that
she was likely to be seen
as one who interferes in
the activates of space
and would cause others to
form a distrust of her..
Yet she pursued her freedom
to explore space
with the People of Earth in mind.
The functions of Functions
Where Space is Topic and Topic
All things are Space and
the Preservation of Space
Space to be used by Mankind
It's recourses explored and considered.
She made a List of People and Creatures who were" The Enemies Of Space"
On planets and Moons: in Nebulas, On asteroids and
Cosmic storms she Captained her Vessel: until she became the enemy in space
and her co-captain rivaled her to secure his position
as Captain. They used force feilds to create her residence on the lower deck.
Their she built a secret tine machine using the onboard computer which spoke to her as she was twenty year prior. Somene made a program that addressed her as the captain she had replaced." The men Called her
An enemy Of Space" due to her dating practices.
They call it blind because you're unable to see
If their good looking, broke or have all their teeth
Taking alot of time to get to know the inner person
Sharing common idiosyncrasies and other emotions
This person makes you so happy until it's unreal
From these long conversations good is how you feel
For the first date you're wondering what to wear
All your past blind dates were total nightmares
Blind dates have proven that beauty is skin deep
You can put a face to the voice when you finally meet
You're worried if you would meet their expectation
Constant thoughts of them has build up anticipation
You're hoping this person is what you're looking for
Someone you can be with leaving you wanting more
If their disappointed they leave you there waiting
It seems like a waste of time to start off blind dating
Fruits of Labour
Sometimes I dream
Of where I’d like to be:
Far away from nitty-gritty chores,
Enjoying the fruits of my labour.
Happy and nonchalant,
Swaying in my hammock,
Sun tanning, and feeling the ocean breeze
Gently sweeping over me.
On a shore of golden sand
On a South Pacific island,
“Que ce soit ma maison”
(and let this be my home),
My island paradisium,
Distanced from criticism
On the beaches of Tahiti1
With a tiare2 behind my ear.
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Notes:
1 “Tahiti” (Rising Sun) is the largest island in French Polynesia, and its capital is Papeete.
2 The “Tiare” is Tahiti’s national flower. A tiare behind the right ear signals single and available, while a tiare behind the left ear indicates married or dating.
Pierre was a billionaire living in BelAir
A most successful concessionaire
Handsomely suave and debonair
Loved reading excerpts from Voltaire
Played for hours games of solitaire
His favourite lair was in a cozy wingback chair
Savouring his Earl Grey with chocolate éclair
Loved to travel just about anywhere
His wife accused him of having an affair
With a stewardess high in the air
Turned out it was she dating a commissionaire
Though every night she said a little prayer
She got caught with her derrière in midair
Quite unaware of her disheveled hair
And how deep she fell in her own snare
Totally no panache or an ounce of flair
She thought life to her had been unfair
Since Pierre’s money she’d not get a share
It would all be left to an heir
One whose loyalty did not compare
Pierre’s cuddly pet, his rare mohair bear
On this fine day I do declare
Liars and cheaters do beware
Play your games if you dare
But if I have my way I swear
You’ll only inherit your fair share of despair
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
The information highway is paved with hope,
With heavy traffic towards love's embrace.
So while the ghosts of romance past lingers,
The digital domain is stocked full for every case.
It's like the Dating Game on cyber-steroids,
As singles mingle among all the apps.
Where their fingers do all the walking,
While trying to avoid the catfish traps.
This goes way beyond phone sex, to
Levels bound only by infinite fantasy.
Causing many to rely on wishful thinking,
And the rest to struggle with celibacy.
It's the 21st century version as a virtual
Bar scene, without the booze or barmaid.
Yet also absent are the drunks & bar fights,
So all things considered, it's a relatively safe crusade.
These characteristics highlight a main issue,
To where there's no real connection most of the time.
Just some fabricated stories behind the messages,
Leading one another on, to an unknown crime.