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Blue laugher dancing across her face
saving her from embarrassing grace.
Another night in Jack’s Corner Bar
leaving her torturous thoughts afar.
Dirty dancing a nightly affair
concealing truths in neon glare.
Cheap, gaudy jewels sparkling in glow
disguising secrets no one must know.
Angel caught in inelegant fall
once the virtuous belle of the ball.
A dark heart deceived her naiveté.
She fights to keep the demons at bay.
Another round with a double back
barely takes off the chill of attack.
Blue laughter returns to empty eyes,
cloaking sadness in a veiled disguise.
Loud tunes, cheap liquor, thrills on the floor.
Meaningful conversation a bore.
Her dreams for the future tossed aside.
No husband, children, never a bride.
“Bartender, another. Make it two!”
Easy to forget with mind askew.
Nights full of nothing and nevermore.
Relationships harder than before.
More common these nights she spends alone.
Not the sweet belle as she was once known.
Alone and lonely in her despair.
Options were few when emotions lay bare.
Blue laughter faded and disappeared.
Her heart dead, her reputation smeared.
A future uncertain with lost hope.
She was failure, not ready to cope.
Music thumping through her throbbing head
replaying the hurtful words he’d said.
She deserves better than she will get.
Nothing left in her glass but regret.
I got a call, I am to report for military duty in the morning..
I reluctantly tell my wife as she was doing her usual cleaning.
She covers her face with her hands and begins to cry.
I gathered her in my arms and told her I would be back by her side.
Holding my wife, I drifted off on the couch, listening to music.
She was singing and humming quietly to the songs and their lyrics.
She tells me she understands and shows her love and support.
Morning finally came, and she drove me to the airport.
We exchange vows again, and I kiss her tenderly..
She whispers that she will remember this moment blithely.
She received his letters, read and cherished every one of them.
Thinking of the times they were together and the essence of him.
A month went by and she tried every possible way to find her soldier.
She closed her pocket filled eyes and prayed he was out of danger.
Three months passed by without word of his well being.
Trying to stay positive but, in her heart was a dreadful feeling.
She felt so oppressed and worried her hands were trembling.
She was weak and weary, her gait was somewhat stumbling.
She hasn't slept, it seems~since he left.
She takes some sleeping pills and takes a long deep breath.
Couple of days go by and he "rolls" through the doors.
He looked at her paleness and begins to feel remorse.
His thoughts start to torment, right or wrong, was now confusing..
Tears fall from his weary face, his mind is loosing…
She deserves better, he tries to reason with himself.
Reaching, he loads the contents~placing the box back on a shelf......
(Inspired by Marvin Goldfarb's great contest in which I won a trophy cup and wonderful poems by other English poets as noted below, 'LESSON IN LIFE' by BrittBrattTechy, 'Every child deserves better' by Poetryintheblood, and..'TODAY'S SOCIETY' By Gary. W. Hill.)
My poem below then read the poems I copy pasted in my author notes.
Instead of ' in and out the dusty bluebells ' my title is:
In and out the lusty no weddin bells'
If you are ruthlessly one of those
who changes lovers like you do your clothes
and if you do beget each time
think of the hapless kids you leave behind
rather than the silly selfish fun you have each time
for you deprive them of either yourself
or your ex-other half.
Gosh, it took two to make a child
so it takes two to make it glow and grow
For nurturing them, both of you as couple need show
A single mother is modernity's most pitiable unfortunate sight
Modernisation to be blamed for this miserable plight.
How many times will you jilt and ditch partners
just for moments of nihilistic pleasure and excitement?
But why let your innocent tiny tots suffer
as if children were mere byproducts!
And byproducts of what?
I say, of flitting, fleeting lusts and desirous passions,
when senses can't think of consequence or contraceptions,
for damn it you can't know where and when you will be carried away...
Then the resulting lil angels
to be cast aside as some leftovers
from past whirlwind romances.!
All that merry-go-round of flirtation
Marriage replaced by cohabitation
Falling in and out of the cycle-like-love
again and again for a newfound turtledove!
No probability of any stability
esp with the scenario of promiscuity
while kids suffer from disability.
Didn't the Creator expect all couples
to stay together till 'death do 'em' apart
So how dare any of His creations
stick together merely till 'they get tired and bored? ? ? ?
As if the heart were an everchanging love mart!
(pls do read the copy pasted poems by others below to get a gist of what im reiterating above)
She is mighty.
Brave, powerful and one of a kind.
She is every thought that flows my lonely mind.
I, a stone that resides,
deep within her heart.
It is sadly truth, that she must depart.
Leave me behind,
for I am heavy and weak.
Blind to any other than me.
Crumbling slowly as I speak.
Tired, admitted defeat.
Way before the journey could begin,
I lost.
This body no longer mine.
I, a passenger in time.
Looking through these eyes,
as this vessel flies.
I, a victim of the skies
soar imprisoned in this mind.
Trying to chase a light,
in a sea of darkness.
I,
Inside a cage,
Watch these walls crumble.
Aflame with rage,
I slowly perish at a young age.
Receive applause, bow and leave the stage.
I, know she deserves better.
No one knows where she would have been, if I hadn’t met her.
Perhaps her chest would rise to a calm melody.
Perhaps, not ever.
Though I lost.
The Oppressed
Stand against the high and mighty.
As a unit, stand and fight.
Their homes will burn.
Give them what they deserve.
Our back door is flooded.
Chaos, unrest.
Take the power back.
Raise your fist up high.
They're all puppets on strings.
With a bullet, feel the sting.
Corrupted selfish bastards.
This can’t last forever.
Our nation is taxed to death.
Send them to their death.
This country deserves better.
The streets are on fire.
Feed the machine.
The oppressed are not free.
Tear down the walls of reason.
Fight for what you believe in.
This is our civil war.
They are above us no more.
They're all full of greed.
Shoot them down and watch them bleed.
Oh, how that burns.
When everything felt right,
but the time not yet come.
For another has what I yearn,
and I in turn, walk too close to the sun.
Have you ever strayed too far from home?
In the embrace of darkness, where fear is throne.
Shaking as the tether is cut and you get lost,
then she smiles one time, to light your soul.
Perhaps I climb too tall to fall this fast.
But if you saw the divine, would you not shed all masks,
strip to your mind and hope you’re pretty enough to last?
For we are far more fragile than glass.
But alas, I no longer dream,
I know my place, way too real,
no matter how I feel,
a rose deserves better
and my darkness will kill.
I am a child afraid of the night.
I was too brave and walked out to find,
what nobody else could picture,
or understand inside their minds,
but she is the greatest gift from the divine, one so powerful and kind.
She deserves nothing but the light.
I can never provide.
So I roam once more,
spilling into black.
MOON ON A SPOON
I know that my words may sometimes seem trite
The way I feel for you deserves better than that
Like some of the oblique references to the moon
And if I could, to just offer it to you on a spoon
But that would be closer to where my love is at
And even to receive a nod from the sky at night
My language of love can sometimes be empirical
Perhaps a poet might consider it a good attempt
Or in the lines of a song that are known so well
They can resonate with the heart, as all may tell
Yet foolish or silly phrases should not be exempt
As there is some allowance given in being lyrical
My emotional situation is both desire and intent
I may fumble the words but my message is true
You can see how I seem to lose all my sensibility
As for saying sweet nothings, I’ve lost the ability
Perhaps an understanding and forgiveness is due
As I am close to all of my creativity being spent
Its ludicrous in wales today, ideology holds the maddest
Sway.' A twenty mile an hour plan, for every motoring
Woman and Man.? And every bus? and taxi too? A lunacy
A type of zoo.' Thats how i view this stupidity, and it can't
Remain..' Twixt you and me' just like a joke, its really bad
Thats plain, which be shared, cause its too sad.' Some scum
That float
Ideas and division, have slashed and torn, the soul and fabric
With savage inscisons.' almost un-human, its nearly there'
Cold as ice, devoid of care, Wales needs more optimisam
Less oppression, more hope; and not such blandness and
Nonsense revision, with inverted tropes' baboons i say could
do no
Worse, than your so called leaders all davos re-vh-ersed.!
She is the bravest my eyes have ever seen
A lion bows, in shiver and fear
I am on my knees for I can not believe
A woman so beautiful, among us she breathes…
I offer this world and everything within to her feet…
I say proudly that I will protect her with fists…
She smiles, then gently she says to me…
I am a woman, strong and I do not need
Protection, for I may seem fragile
But I am stronger than steel…
I do not know what words to speak…
For I desire her love, and love her miserably…
But I have only my heart to offer
And she deserves better than me…
It does not matter that I love her endlessly…
She lives in a world that the devil dreams to flee…
And yet she stands strong with a smile shinning through her lips…
With a laugh musical, poetry to my ears…
She is a brave woman…gentle and free
Everything glimmering was not gold, it was black onyx. A side effect from the bad luck curse called birth. A desperate touch evaporating the shiny and fresh finish of life. Hands absorbing the goodness replenishing it with shadow.
The smiles are welcoming but the terrified eyes warn. Beware. Run in those fields of stardust and dreams. Run and leap into the stars before the black hole of a soul unwillingly sucks that utopian plant barren. .
Hiding away in the darkest corners feels futile as the light always breaks through. The sunshine seeps through on a mission for self destruction. There is no clash of thunder or spark of lightning; it simply disappears in the presence of the darkness.
The midnight knows the noon deserves better than its emptiness. Yet it cries and yearns for the warmth of the day. It knew the heat of the day once but warmth was chilled to ice.
Black onyx apologies to gold as it slowly grows. Soon no light lives to show the shining beauty of either.