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Hear a babe in his crib who is wailing,
left there with a rash that’s got infected
From hours of sobbing, his voice is trailing . . .
What monsters left their son so neglected?
Now see a girl; she’s only four years old.
She is lost and feels so disconcerted.
It’s getting dark; the wind is bitter cold.
How long will she survive, now deserted?
Picture this: A pimple-faced boy, fourteen
is walking home from a dance, dejected.
The girls he asked for a dance were so mean!
Why stay there longer being rejected?
See a bride. Her groom's not there. She's in tears.
She waits with her many guests at the church
as she faces one of her secret fears.
She can't believe she's been left in a lurch.
A groom sees his bride on his wedding day
walk down the aisle. He can’t wait to be hitched.
Suddenly she turns! She’s a runaway!
His smile fades, for he knows that he’s been ditched.
See someone wed for years – hair turning grey.
Her sons are grown; she’s a sad rose wilted
next to her ex-husband’s young fiance -
the epitome of being jilted!
But wait . . .the most tragic by far
together with these others I have lumped.
This last poor soul is carried in a car
to the woods where - throat slashed - she then is dumped.
June 18, 2020
For the Thesaurus - Abandon Or Abandoned Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Dear Heart
Walked a wooded trail, suddenly unsure of my surroundings,
wondered had I'd become lost..
only a moment disconcerted, as dusk grew nearer.
I went over an old river crossed by an even older bridge,
there not seen and yet to see a small child oddity.
for no town or village folk walked alone on so cold a day.
Just as I chose to wave and hail a hearty hello
a calm little sound, uttered from within the vicinity, albeit echoed...
"Gallows now covered in hoarfrost and rime..
scarce to hear angel's plea as guilty beg.
Ever flawless, never just as in Time,
though Adam's rib, borrowed as spindly leg."
What my ears heard my head denied in meaning,
such a strange thing for a child to utter.
She turned toward the foot of the bridge I plied,
wondered at what trick, my eye deceived.
The girl grew faintly scintillating with lack of substance in the gloomy air
as a mist or fume of smoke. Aghast., I stood on trembling legs akin to the variety..
she had so oddly fashioned in her sing songy discord.
Now spirit of another world, would ask to let me pass by.
with pleasure would grant your path ease.,if you were same as I..
Plain to those of us in mortal realm, where feet grow tired and cold
yet still leave footsteps along the path I've found.
Your feet, as much can be described, bare and unfeeling of the shadowy damp..
and don't quite reach the ground.
And with this further insult meant as challenge the wraith like apparation vanished.
Couldn't move quickly enough through rows of hedges and over fences til my feet found the common road at last..
I could still faintly hear a child's sing songy echo in voice..
"Gallows now covered in hoarfrost and rime..
scarce to hear angel's plea as guilty beg.
Ever flawless, never just as in Time,
though Adam's rib, borrowed as spindly leg."
Happy All Hallows' Eve
Waves sounding as music that catch my soul.
A temple to look for peace when I'm disconcerted.
Many ways to relax, but you are my only one.
Since the first time I saw you, as a lover, you caught my eye.
I stand in front of you and as mirror, you show me the best of me.
My ocean, you give me the best picture, no matter how much you can suffer, you are still there as a friend.
Without talking, I can hear more than the roaring of your mouth asking to be heard.
As in the cinema, I go there to watch the best film.
Sometimes happy, others sad,
sometimes I laugh, others I cry, but I return home thoughtful and full of happiness.
Grey days reflecting your heart on a wild surface.
When winter comes, you become wild and conquer my heart.
Cobalt, turquoise, golden, or grey, the colours you like to dress.
Each one write different fantasies to your admiring lover, the one that found the best way to connect with the peace inside.
The same one you are trying to search in your dephts, difficult to get.
Monsters inside, the good ones, the beasts outside, the worst ones.
You my ocean, you are always in my mind. Far from you, I can't listen to the sound of waves, I can't stand there in front of you to watch the best film ever.
I just close the blinds, my eyes
and I see your beauty in my dreams. I listen to your best song ever written, and I reach that peace I could never reach without you, my colourful ocean, my temple to go to pray for my held soul to be released into your enchanted arms.
I heard that those French girls were raunchy as hell
I thought I’d go find me a young mademoiselle
I’m no work of art and I’m well past my best
But I’ve had a wash and I’ve changed my string vest
My mate said the best girls stand out in the crowds
But then he said I’ve got my head in the clouds
He said you’re so old that you might make them shriek
I said I’d be happy to just get a peek
So I bought a Kodak, its lens was quite long
To steal me a shot of a girl in a thong
My mate said that’s freaky, in fact it’s perverted
I knew he was right, I was quite disconcerted
But ladies and me, well it has been a while
A quick flash of flesh would sure make me smile
I had an idea: I would head for the sky
And focus on windows of buildings nearby
My plan didn’t work and I took not one shot
Although I had thought that I’d get quite a lot
So I’m heading home where I’ll have a cold shower
And never return to that damned eye-full tower.
Fingers toy with my nearly worn out bank card.
Not too confident, I hold onto my nerves, hard.
Ahead, petty items in her trolley hold me slowed.
The cashier stops, lengthily examining a bar code.
I glance around at the growing queue, blindly.
I bump into him, behind me, and I apologize kindly.
I let him precede me, my morals climbing high.
He hesitates with three items, as if not sure which to buy.
I tend him a basket which he aloofly ignores.
Disconcerted, my eyes divert to the store's doors.
The cashier waits for the cash, visibly well trained.
He fishes in a pocket then empties another, unrestrained.
Some coins roll and find the cashier’s impatient fingers.
But she waits with smile fixed as he lingers.
At last he finds his notes, all bundled.
His shaking hands proudly tug one crumbled.
He peers at it and slowly returns it back to place.
Another he places, unsure, in hand tended with grace.
Suddenly he pulls it back, deciding it was not the right one!
Now this, he checks carefully; it is a larger one.
He gave it away, not looking very happy.
The cashier’s patience is waning, visibly.
But she amounts the cash and helps him as he packs.
Then he gets annoyed as his long bread roll cracks.
He halts and decides to break it into three; it goes into the bag.
The cashier turns with a bright smile to a queue in lag!
I have never been a believer in destiny or fate
and hate the thought of a fence without a gate.
Freedom should be a bounty offered to everyone
and I don't just mean when the day's work is done.
After each ripened harvest there should be a gain
of useful things gathered and lessons learned remain.
I've the mindset of que sera sera; what will be will be
it eliminates anxiety and it's always worked for me.
I'm often accused of having my head stuck in a book
So, if you can't find me, that'd be a good place to look.
Chances are I'll be reading about cloudless blue skies
or some dismal love story in which the sad damsel cries.
It's curiosity that keeps me turning pages of a tome,
to visit places, I'd love to see like Japan, Athens and Rome.
I usually carry a backpack with me, filled with books...
not caring if people stare at me with disconcerted looks.
Encumbered about with the many twists and turns of life.
Traveling down a long road, picking up every hitchhiker along the way.
Carrying each one alone; being conscientious to not drop one, not even the lowlife.
Contemplating each step, apprehensive of the outcome, will they go or will they stay?
Slowly sinking to the floor, the weight one can no longer bare alone,
Lamentably, there is no one who can to help; all the road signs were ignored.
Struggling with each step, knowing the perspicuous choice, the way has been shown.
Why carry this load that can walk on its own, the facts are there, this is untoward.
Unsure of the next step one by one they get set down disconcerted by this news,
Some begin to lie and claim they cannot walk, so they get picked up again out of pity.
Soon it becomes a revolving door, they begin to come and they go as they choose.
Weighed down again unable to breathe, there’s a need for a break through; a need to be free.
In one colossal move, arms stretched out like the horizon at sunset,
A spinning takes place, like the agitator of a washing machine.
All those hanging on are violently shaken off, thrown too far to pose a threat,
Running at full speed from the chaos of them all, creating all this space in between.
Unencumbered now, breathing never seems so pleasant, walking is now a run.
Flying isn’t far behind, as the relief and acceptance is now at hand.
Adding two letters to a word looks small on paper, like all that’s added is a un.
Per Contra in life it’s a freedom, it’s a matter of the soul, it’s a gesture of taking a stand.
C @ A.L.M. 2014
Random happenings of life
get out of record just as quick.
They may sustain however, to boost
our own morals in some tranquil moment, especially
when such incidents have been generated by our own
learnt values and kindness; a helping
hand to a pregnant woman in the
store; accompanying a child
across the road
and like yesterday;
I was drawn with concern as an
old modest lady, preceding me out of bank, dropped her
fat purse. I rushed dropping my heavy office bag to secure
it and called to her, brandishing her valuable.
She looked back bewildered and exclaimed
“Oh!” as she recognized her belonging.
A disconcerted look painted
her face red and she grabbed
my hand with the wallet. Desperation
and relief was the new image on her panic stricken face.
She nearly hugged me mumbling incoherent words of
gratitude and relief. I smiled kindly,
assuring her it was nothing.
She explained she was
saved from a great loss.
I advised her to check the content
and made sure she placed it inside her bag.
I returned back her thankful smile and turned back to pick
my bag. I waved to her as I rushed. I look back, once at the
crossing; she was still standing dazed,
gazing at me, her handbag strongly
clutched beneath her arm.
I waved to her and smiled to
myself crossing. There were springs
in my paces; I felt so good. I glanced around at everyone,
feeling happy and proud. The sun looked brighter in the blue
sky as clouds move decisively. The world
seemed suddenly more beautiful.
My day was made!
Welcome to The State of Dis Union.
Here are some “dis” words to describe The State of Dis Union.
Dismantle, disruptive, disagree, disrespectful, distract,
Disappointing, disable, discredit, disregard, disobey,
Dislike, disloyal, dislocate, disaffiliate, disrepute,
Disgrace, disaffirm, dishonest, disembark, disinfect
Disgusting, disturbing, dismiss, discontinue, disarm,
Disconnect, disorderly, disassociate, discreet,
Disapprove, dissent, dispute, disorientated,
Disorderly, discord, disadvantage, disbelief,
Displeased, dislodge, disclaim, dishonor, distant,
Disarray, disconcerted, disintegrate, disinform,
Dismal, disown, dispatch, disparity, disguise,
Discriminate, discard, dissolve, distort, distrust,
Discombobulated, disband, discountenance, disaster…
Yep, sounds about right.
Tell me what you saw, he demands
Of his -guilty?-
Client
And the client
Sqirms,
Flashback.
Horrified.
Terrified.
Distraught.
Distracted.
Shocked.
Shell shocked.
Dumbed and numbed.
Dumfounded.
Depleted.
Disheveled.
Disconcerted.
Deluded.
Denuded.
Dead.
Simultaneously.
Tell me what you saw,
He demanded...
It's not actually
What
He saw, it
Was
What he felt.
He felt everything.
Every powerful painful destructive
Emotion...
You see, the Lincoln lawyer would not demand
Of me
Tell me what you saw.
Tell me what you heard,
He'd ask,
When you answered the phone Joseph...
As wet tears drip...
Well, I looked at the phone ring,
First time,
And didn't answer.
I was in year 10 dance, you see, sir,
And, and
When I saw the call from Eve,
At 11.26,
I h...
Didn't answer...
Must be a butt call,
I thought,
You see..
But when it rang again, sir,
I amswered,
Before the class of innocent, unsuspecting
Young girls...
They,
Must have witnessed
My ...
Degradation,
Yes,
That's the word,
As I, sir,
As I,
Heard Sarah speak,
Four short
And utterly
Deadly words...
I'm sorry, mister lawyer sir,
I can't repeat them
I
Can only hear them
In my head,
But not
Pronounce
them...
Anyhow,
All the stuff
The guy feels in this episode,
Episode 5,
The Lincoln lawyer,
I did too.
He,
However,
Was only playing.