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Remember our High School classes?
Watched you fidget with your glasses.
Slender fingers twirled chestnut hair,
enough to make me stop and stare.
I caught that twinkle in your eye,
envisaged stroking supple thigh.
Then you flashed me your trademark smile,
made perseverance all worthwhile.
Recall when snuck into your house,
not wake your folks, a quiet mouse.
Left your spare key under a rock,
so in I'd come at twelve o'clock.
I'd savour watching you asleep,
green eyes squeezed shut whilst counting sheep.
Snuggled under cotton bedspread,
know you like left side of the bed.
It's been so long, the time is right,
our passion soars like doves in flight.
I just know we're on the same page,
let's move things on to the next stage.
From the rooftops I'll proudly shout,
for in the end, true love will out.
Hearts beat as one, we're meant to be,
what do you say, please marry me?
~ ~ ~
"What the hell, creep?! I scarce know you!
Twisted confessions make me spew!
Tainted by debased disorder,
can you spell 'restraining order'...?"
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8 syllables on every line - checked with howmanysyllables.
12 November 2017
I used a more simplistic approach than my usual style as I was trying to put myself into the mind of a stalker - what's going through his head and how would he try articulating that to the target of his obsession? Hope it worked. And now I need a shower... urgh!
For the "Stalker" contest, sponsored by Silent One.
(2nd Place)
Life is a playfield of energies;
Some positives, some negatives,
which create innumerable synergies.
Life is quite a drama;
on some days leaves you playful & gay,
sometimes showers a melancholy way.
Life can be tricky, sometimes intense,
ruminate decisions, making sense?
The path is long, one needn’t traverse alone,
Reach out, a helping hand in horizon awaits.
A willing mind, beating heart & of course my smile,
A nudge from di,
& I was ready to tee.
Apprehensions galore, self-doubt to the core,
me an Enigma, stepped in to explore!
Nine days so I was told,
Why 9, I now implore … why 9 I now implore…
Clarity, solace what I seeked,
Transformational energies so I desired,
Peach, calm what I wanted,
Change, positivity I envisaged.
Synthesis, a process experienced,
thy not a chapter, a way of life sure.
Synchronicity an event experienced,
aligning self with universe desired?
Deities, divinity were words scant,
meaning, barriers broken & mend.
Invocation a realization…
Ganesha gave a tingle,
Vishnu ji a pain
Kali ma left me alone
Garuda & Rudra made gains.
Man is a slave of habits,
Let the soul empowering remain.
Spread words, spread blessings,
let the Magic continue,
& so I believe…
Hello bosom friend
I hope you get this piece quick
oh! my bad,how do you fair?
pleasantries almost skipped my reasoning
I was told of your matrimony
From you, the seed that emanated
when you behold this thoughtful missive
and you have the whole narrative in your grip
you will unearth my heart's unfoldings
of grave grievance, no one can appease
succinctly grasp the volume of this rage
I say, read carefully through the lines
even if you have to squint through that veil
if i am to choose
between your present and past
I would say, let your past prevail
For then, I knew the essence of your smile
You weren't by hypocritical law, constrained
That face speaks of solace even ibn grimace
oh! that face speaks volume
Needless to say,you are elegant in fitted fabrics
Lost under your tutelage
You brought life to every boring cause
Your angelic beau, replicates purity of-course
You were our sunshine
Before the Arabian cowries bought you over
He came from a foreign land
And bestowed on you, a diadem
I learnt you were betrothed to an assumed cleric
The telltale notion of ardent Islamist
Raised anxiety for future occurrences
I envisaged you in this state
But won't your devotion debate
Now my memory of you is impaired
by your sudden immersion
I feel as though it's been crushed by a saw
That even while you are in front of me
I see you no more
Oh! how impelling a tenet
Evil I say
God forbid that this is of God
No!
It's a spell
From the stench of hell
That one's existence be hidden for a lifetime
To conceive a man's satisfaction
my friend
In this transition,
Did you and your aspirations converse?
How much of a communicator would you be now
Under that veil
You relegated your dreams to derelicts
Making a living in the street corners
while you remain a descendant of vague relic
A full grown lady, covered in babygro
In those chains,inform of soft clothings
Do you find comfort or otherwise
Ode to a gracious lass i used to know
Now aloof she stands with no Identity
Please when your seed shall grow
Let her have no taste of your captivity.
BEYOND ME
The latter part of twenty twenty was promising
with the Corona vaccine, that I was looking
forward with twenty twenty one, anticipating
slowing down of the pandemic will be happening.
Can I ever imagine that fifteen members
of my family in the last two weeks of December
became positive with the Corona virus?
Can I ever think that Christmas Eve
would be spent worrying what would happen
to my brother, who was taken to the hospital?
Can I ever conceive that five more members
of my family in the first eleven days of January
became positive with this virus also?
Can I visualize three out of the five would be
in the hospital and one, my niece would not
make it and we could never see her again alive?
Can I ever envisage my niece passing away
on the sixteenth of January and my brother,
who was in the hospital for twenty five days,
dying the next day, seventeenth of January,
never to talk to him again nor see him again?
Can I ever imagine, think, conceive, visualize,
envisage these circumstances happening within
a month, from eighteenth of December through
seventeenth of January, no, no, no, never!
I never imagined, thought, conceived, visualized,
nor envisaged my mother, my four brothers,
two sisters, three sisters-in-law, four nieces,
two nephews, a grandniece and three others
in the family in six different households
contracting the virus in twenty five days.
Never did I imagine, losing my brother
and my niece and not having a chance
to see, touch, hug them and say goodbye.
I cannot understand, I cannot comprehend
everything that happened. I am numbed.
Everything was beyond by understanding.
Everything was beyond my comprehension.
I’m still in a dazed, everything beyond me.
1/23/21 Can You Imagine - Any Form Poetry
Constance La France
Grammar Checked (PS - Grammar Checker)
Words echoed that should never have been spoken.
Fiery accusations leaving hearts broken.
Twirled anger erupted, stabbing as if by a sword.
Vile innuendo from both of them, poured.
Shattered crystal, the statue she threw.
He barely recognised her, behaving like a shrew.
He glared in disbelief at the ugly scene.
Gone now, the adored devotion that once had been.
All culminating in a crescendo of bitter screams.
Her heart pounding, she envisaged her forlorn dreams.
The mirror depicts a virtual war zone.
His departure left her fragile and all alone.
She kicked the crumpled dress, realised her leg was sore.
The smashed perfume bottle still spilling across the floor.
The day my brother took what wasn’t his
Turned into a little quiz
Ten pounds out of mothers purse
Turned into a curse
Immediately I was the suspect
As he was treated as he was perfect
It was impossible for me
I was locked in a room not free
Logic to them made no sense
The first line of questioning was intense
A fist followed by an ear pull
To see if I was full of bull
He always was the golden boy
All he needed was a lie and a decoy
Instantly I was the villain
And that was the decision
As the belt comes out
Nothing was in doubt
Slap across my back
In this frenzied attack
How dare I show disrespect
Not realising it was the wrong suspect
This set me up for all the suspicion
And gave him free permission
Not a hint of guilt across his smug face
As he knew I was the disgrace
Until a slip of the tongue
Left the air hung
I was ordered to my bare room
In what felt like a tomb
Click as the door locked behind
No apology just confined
My skin stung and tingled
Swindled and bungles
No guilt no shame
From those who should protect my name
Ear to the floor hushed whispers
From the corner of the floor, voices crisp
A gentle chat, not one raised voice or hand
No punishment or demand
He was sent on his way
With ten pounds to play
The suspicion followed me forever
Nobody cared about their endeavour
Shameful glances followed me for years
Lies and whispers told to my peers
As the truth was more damaging to their image
Consequences were not something they envisaged
If you walked in the Garden of Eden
Could you celebrate its diversity?
Colours and shades of differing hues
All mingling seamlessly.
If you envisaged mankind’s distinctions
As shrubs and gorgeous flowers
Races and creeds as diverse as the leaves
Would you smile or simply cower?
If you were given the Wisdom of Solomon
Could you sort what’s right from wrong?
Stop hatred and killing, and all unforgiving
Make all humanity know that each belongs.
Now imagine being a King of this world
What differences should you make?
Grasp at and seize deciding what’s weeds
Remember harmony is at stake.
Conceive our Eden has started to wilt
Condemned by the judgement of man
Casters of stones as if to atone
While angels weep, at mans mistaken plans.
HE SAID
I met a man;
He had the breath of beer on him; We met as I was coming out of a pet shop.
We struck up a conversation.
He spoke,
Of how he worked hard for his family,
Night and day.
He bought a lot of land,
Built a small house on it, Single-handedly,
With some help from his drunkard friends.
He told me his two sons were students at a nearby university; One pursuing a degree,
The other a Master’s degree.
I listened as he said he refused to let his wife work;
He held two jobs.
I wished I were as hardworking and responsible as he was;
I shook his hand and said I had to go.
Four days later,
I saw him lying drunk and asleep under a tree;
Truth reached my ears:
He was actually a cruel bastard Who beat his wife and children every night,
And was kicked out of his younger son’s house.
He let his wife and his elder son work,
Yet he stayed drunk all day and night.
And the land and house he told me about,
Were actually on squatted land And had been demolished last year;
He didn't build it,
It was there,
Where he and his battered family took refuge.
The kingdom He envisaged to me,
Was a ruined one.
He let his wife and his elder son work,
Yet he stayed drunk all day and night.
And the land and house he told me about,
Were actually on squatted land And had been demolished last year;
He didn't build it,
It was there,
Where he and his battered family took refuge.
Inspired by following quote :"Broken vows are like broken mirrors. They leave those who held to them bleeding and staring at fractured images of themselves." — Richard Paul Evans
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Vows that`re broken, is trust lost to time
Like a fractured mirror with jagged lines
That reflects shattered images quite deep,
Secrets that the fragments can barely keep.
The shards cast a warped and distorted view,
Each splintered piece, a pining painful hue,
Of what we wrongly thought would surely be,
A trenchant testament to what's set free.
A hopeful gaze now turned to pricking pain,
The joy we envisaged now drips like rain,
A future wrecked with a wet misty veil,
Leaving behind a tiresome tasteless trail.
We try to piece the mirror back with care
But oft and anon it leads us nowhere,
The damage dealt too tall, torn far apart,
With hopeless haggard hands and hurling heart,
The sharp sarcastic edges still remain,
A woeful whisper of the old refrain,
A reminder of long lingering lies,
Beneath a cold and shady shrouded sky.
The reflection now shows a fractured soul,
Beyond our access, beyond our control,
A tapestry of what wholly went wrong,
Where sad sanguine shadows sorely stretch long.
The outer beauty gone, the wholeness fled,
The rosy dreams we nurtured, now lie dead
With cherished vows broken by careless words,
Like apples slashed with the edge of sharp swords.
With all efforts to join the pieces near,
The void remains, a tearful doubt and fear,
Though we try hard to hide the broken scene,
Memories linger of what might have been.
Broken vows, like broken mirrors wreck trust,
Reduced to ashes, turned to dirt and dust,
Two fates once entwined, now a sombre art,
Two fractured spirits bleeding, torn apart.
ILLUSTRATIONS
dreams
&
reality
clear sounded
yet
a
fantastical situation
sans
sense
&
literalness
to make it
believable
an involved
setting
the instantly
recognisable
envisaged
unaware
lie
the forlorn
in
confused
forces
of loneliness
&immortality
deference
& gentility
a
memoir
survives
the experience
conceived
in
parallel
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
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