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My girlfriend invited me to attend her birthday party
With full joy , I dressed up smartly .
I was over the moon thinking , my girlfriend would propose me.
I had a strong opinion that she will unveil our love in front of others.
I was pretty excited and I attended the party.
She was wearing a green gown and was looking gorgeous
Seemed like a beautiful peacock had made its presence felt
She gave a beautiful smile and gave a warm hug.
I was just a step behind entering heaven.
She cut the cake with her delicate hands glorifying her birthday party.
I was behind her waiting with a bated breath for her proposal.
Seemed like she was in a paradise enjoying the day.
She started dancing in an insane way.
In the process her sandals tore and she asked me to fix it
I obliged her order with a smily face.
She called a guy on stage, picked up a mic.
In front of everyone he proposed her.
Can you believe it she blushed and accepted his proposal.
Both of them hugged and kissed each other.
She asked me to take a snap of them kissing each other.
My heart was broken, my dreams shattered.
Tears of pain and embarrassment rolled down my cheeks.
I couldn't stay there for a second and retreated the place.
My heart beat rose to a crescendo.
My first love perhaps last ended in an abrupt tragedy.
With my doctor’s ok, I’ve come to this small room of a little-known clinic
hoping to have the damaged nerves inside my brain “reset” in a long session.
I relax in a reclining chair as the dissociative anesthetic drug named Ketamine
is being infused through a vein in my left arm.
My husband sits nearby looking at Facebook; I hear the noise from his phone
and ask him please to silence his phone so I can focus on my treatment.
Suddenly I hear music never heard before – both melodic and upbeat.
I can’t tell my husband to turn it off; my lips are vanishing as they seal off!
I am eyes inside a faceless face. I lift two fingers. oh, I can at least do that!
The music stops abruptly! I hear a man and woman speaking. . .
Then I hear an advertisement. I realize this all is NOT from hubbie’s phone!
Random snippets of conversations continue: “Silence!” yells a man.
“Handcuff him.” Now I'm hearing Chinese. What?? This is from MY mind?
They said to expect hallucinations, but where are the fireworks I was told of?
Meanwhile, the room, getting fuzzier, is turning into a small, white tunnel.
I’m in the K-hole questioning my own existence! Did I come here in a car?
Do I have an actual home to go back to? A woman screams OH MY GOD!
The tunnel recedes. I see the room. My mouth unseals; my voice stumbles -
“Am I in re- al- i- ty?” Wobbily I come down from this unnerving “trip.”
Coming around, I feel absolute thankfulness to be an actual LIVING person.
March 14, 2021 for The Contemplation Poetry Contest of Craig Cornish
(What a challenge to fit this into 20 lines! My failed experience was 3/3/21. They said I had a 50-50 chance it could shock my nervous system into recovery. Anyway, I hear it works great -strangely- for PTSD and anxiety!)
A little lad named Tommy Tum,
just wouldn’t listen to his Mum.
He’d loudly play with other boys,
and wouldn’t put away his toys.
Around the house he’d beat his drum,
Tommy, Tommy, Tum-Tum-Tum.
Oh, how he loved to pound his drum,
Tommy, Tommy, Tum-Tum-Tum.
His father warned with a mean face:
“I make the rules inside this place.
If you don’t listen to your Mum,
I’ll have to spank you on the bum.”
So better listen to your Mum,
Tommy, Tommy, Tum-Tum-Tum!”
You think his eardrums would be numb?
Not Tommy, Tommy, Tum-Tum-Tum.
An energetic, cheerful child,
around the house he still ran wild.
But then when running up the stairs,
tripped on one of his Teddy Bears.
Poor Tommy tumbled on his rump,
down each step bouncing, bump-bump-bump.
Bumpety bump-bump, bump-bump-bump,
he hit the landing with a thump.
Then he began to cry and cry,
while fishing for some sympathy.
But weary Mum said with a sigh,
“you’re lucky that you didn’t die.”
“God punished you,” teased sister Suzy,
as he stood up feeling woozy.
“Now learn your lessons, Tommy Tum,
or else you will stay dumb-dumb-dumb.”
But Tommy, Tommy, Tum-Tum-Tum,
grew up that day with a bruised bum.
That year when Christmas came around,
the Little Drummer Boy was found.
Please Tommy, Tommy, Tum-Tum-Tum,
play for me pa rum pum-pum-pum.
Please Tommy, Tommy, Tum-Tum-Tum,
play your drum pa rum pum-pum-pum.
March 10, 2021
Nursery Rhyme Poetry Contest, Sponsored by Eve Roper
Somewhere have I lost those eyes that used to have dreams
Those years are lost; those throbbing moments of playfulness
The long walk towards school, hand in hand with my childhood charm
Her face shone, mine too, actually the faces of all children did so
Did the Sun match our glow in mirth and enthusiasm? I doubt
Our afternoons were full of the smiling blue canopy
That always blessed us though we did not understand it then
All of it was so natural, so easy flowing
Today my childhood tries to sneak in my present
It gets unnerved by those frowning figures
Of my real-life obligations and matured responsibilities
My childhood finds a dark and lonely passage somewhere
In the labyrinth of the grown up me; for a moment
Flowers bloom, birds sing and the morning smiles again…
That lasts only for a moment; my grown-up me then
Grabs the collar of that child and like a pensive sentry
Gravely leads it back to where it had been
His face grim, though his eyes
Wet and glistening
In search of those dreams perhaps…
The Empty house sits alone, no one home anymore, if it could talk, would we be sad…. weeds are growing in the front where roses, flower tulips once bloomed, tended to by a sweet mom of four boys, who hands of motherly love..
As you enter the front door, you sense the emptiness of the home, come in and have a seat, glance around the walls, you will be comforted by Our Savior’s face on the walls.
The kitchen is bare, only nick nacks gathered up over years and years of Christian fun family gatherings, where many home cooked meals were prepared.. with a mothers love of 4 hungry boys and a dear loving hardworking father, husband enjoyed his sons company as well as town folk, friends gathered as well, his loving memory is truly felt in this Empty house..
The kitchen table once covered in Christmas sugar cookies, many board games, laughter, brotherly, family wise cracks jokes were told, now is full of bills, old magazines never read.
The Empty House may be empty of four boys and two loving parents who became like family to me, but you can see, feel, hear their voices, laughter, smiles, brotherly love in its walls, photos and on the walls…
It’s an unknown journey, but I see a trail
heading to the light of tomorrow
There will often be times I'll be afraid, to go
I may stumble a bit, with an eager heart
And may tremble climbing cliffs of old sorrows
There are deep, black chasms I will not forget,
where slopes slick, with pitfalls, are waiting to trip
But I've gone too far, and I can't turn around,
Just as the sun can't turn its back on the day
The trees speak in tongues, so foreign to my ears
using parched, old voices, and tears from the sky
Scraps of brittle leaves litter, with dust all around
Mixed with words left unsaid, that I've left behind
There’s a sharp mist of hope, at the bend of the river
yet,sun on my face seems to lend,
the slope of the rain, but the warmth of the sun
with an open blue sky at the end
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Quote by: Melancholy Of Innocence
LOVE is the spark within the speck illuminated & suspended in a sunbeam.
A ray of sunbeam falls across her face as she plays piano
a warm sunlight caresses the keys and brings to life
memories of love that bloom like noon day sun
Suspended in time like a soft sonata lingering on the mind
sensual, sexy, like a silk chemise wafting in the wind
yesterday's story sits unsung, arias captured OH! my heart
Here in her forever she sings softly to no one in particular
habile as the sentinel that perches and then soars
the illumined face of an Angel, a speck a spark of LOVE
that no amount of silence can clothe....
Do you believe that in outer space there could
Be a planet with another human race
Are they watching us from outer space
Are they unsure of us and afraid to show their face
Do they see our wars and that our world is in distress
Can you really blame them for staying away from our world's mess
But what if they could help us and make our world right
Maybe they are peaceful people and have no
reason fight
The inhabitants of the planet could be wise And help our earth and like a phoenix we would then arise
The powers of our world could meet them and they would have a lot to say
But my advice to this hidden word don't come here stay away
It's her...
She walks along
While the melody of his favorite song
Plays on and on in her head
Waling alone it then
Begins all over again
It's enough to bring her down to her knees
Knowing that tonight it's him she still don't get to please
There's someone else sharing all his dreams
So, for now, blocking her from him, there is a wall
But she hangs on through it all
It's her...
She is the one who is lift standing there with her screams
She showed him how, for him, she wears her heart on her sleeve
Hanging there all it does is bleed
With all her emotions inside
From what sensations overwhelms her all this she cannot hide
Along with their moments and memories that were captured, yet never lost, in time
This tells her that their love will never be stalled
So she hangs on through it all
It's her...
For even when she don't feel it, must be strong
Even if the need and want for him, to some, are perceived as wrong
For her, all she knows is it feels so right
Every time she closes her eyes, he is there in her sights
Seeing his face so clearly
Looking into his eyes so deeply
She can feel his breath upon her body
But she still stands tall even if at times she feels like falling down to crawl
She hangs on through it all
It's her...
That hopes that one day she can fly so high
Above the clouds and touch the sky
She is tired of being the one who always cries
From the sweet pain of love she longs to be free
And have him there with her endlessly
She realized we are all only as weak as we see
All ourselves to be
So no matter what it takes
Or how her heart may break
And end if and when she does fall
It's her...
That knows how much she still deeply loved him after all