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The reason that she didn’t come to my last poetry reading
Was that I had but faintly praised her hat.
It was a monstrous thing which Mrs. Thatcher,
the Queen most certainly, would have shunned.
It was sort of like a jerry-built bird’s nest
Jammed full of something like seaweed,
Yes, like something straight out of a horror film, a “thing.”
My “Er, yuss, rather .. er .. interesting”
Evidently was not good enough.
She stamped her foot,
Picked up her cocktail
And left her corner – in a huff.
My hat! How petty can you get?
Perhaps my not getting too smitten by her hat and all
Had something to do with the fact
That that snooty husband of hers
Never acknowledges me when we meet.
The most joy I can get from him
Is a barely audible grunt.
I’m not petty, just very sensitive.
Quite different.
Maybe I’m just growing cynical. As I see it,
Most ordinary run-of-the-mill individuals
Can’t forgive a slight
More than just once or twice,
Let alone seventy times seventy times,
Like your true saint actually might.
Most folks keep accounts.
Come off it. You know they do,
Of course, they do,
Or a points system,
Except true friends.
But even there
I have my doubts.
True, friends like friendly bank managers
Wouldn’t dream of mentioning your overdraft.
No, they will lean over backwards
To extend generous terms of credit.
There are such things as
Interest-free loans, write-offs,
Grants and gratuities, but
Not even the IMF has limitless funds.
Only the most officious bank clerk
Actually likes bouncing checks,
Allowing no time lag between tit and tat.
But in the longer term
A balance sheet is drawn,
And even a benign auditor
Must draw a line somewhere
Between the troughs and peaks.
(Sung To The Song "I Will Always Love You" By Whitney Houston...From the film..The Bodyguard)...(1992)
If you do stay
You'll be tempting me to your way
In the bin you now go
I can't risk having you here everyday
Coz I will want to eat you
I will want to taste you
You
My biscuit you
Mmmmmm
Loaded with calories
And the fat thighs given to me
So goodbye
I won't cry
Plus my weight plays havoc with my knees
Coz I will want to bite you
I will want to nibble you
You
You could stay if fat free
And I lost all the weight you gave to me
And hadn't given me chin number three
I favoured you, but now set myself free
And I will always love you
Your soft chocolate goo
Your brown crumbly crumb base
Your sweet biscuit round face
Your taste that I still crave
Each small crumb I would not waste
My
Biscuit, I miss you
I'll always
I'll always want you.
Change The Record Poetry Contest
Sponsor : Natasha L Scragg
Written 15.10.21
Saw “The Sniper.” Marveled at
The way it did reveal
The brutal truth the soldiers faced
And how it seemed so real.
The bombed-out buildings, guns and tanks,
The blood, the gore, the sweat –
Each detail rendered perfectly,
A work of genius – yet…
The only scene that got it wrong
Surprised me to no end,
When actors with a new-born baby
Struggled to pretend
The doll that they were holding
Was a living, breathing soul.
I wonder how they managed
To exert such self-control.
The audience was not convinced;
That “baby” looked so fake.
Clint Eastwood, the director,
Clearly made a huge mistake.
Though all the war scenes were the most
Realistic you can find,
That phony stand-in baby doll
Completely blew my mind.
You left me without a reason why
You said you loved me, it was a lie
Now I sit in the dark and just cry
Folk notice my demeanor and pry
I shut them out tell the goodbye
I just want to heal,but hurt is nigh
Will I ever love again before I die?
I often sleep and eat and just sigh
Is there such a thing as a soul tie?
If so I doomed, and mustn't even try
Being in love in nothing but a joke
Broken promises is all you spoke
My fairy tale life went up in smoke
Now I'm waiting for me to just croak
Do you recall our kiss? By the oak
That memory alone makes me choke
When you left me, I'm double broke
Misery and despair is now my cloak
You were nothing but a trivalent bloke
And I hope you slip on an artichoke
I thought that you were the one
We used to have so much fun
Our lives together had just begun
I wonder if you took our old gun
My world is dark, where's the sun?
Scales are on my eyes,there're a ton
I'm through living, I'm just done
You caused to shut out everyone
My life is like an old film, a sad rerun
You were like my mother's dear son
I must get used to this intense pain
Rainbows long gone, all I see is rain
On most days and nights I go insane
There's like a ticking bomb in my brain
I'm likened to a wreckless moving train
My awful life is going down the drain
I have small scars and cuts on my vein
I'm locked in my mind, ball and chain
The days are gone when I was sane
My life over, I have nothing to obtain
But If ever emerge from this living hell
I'll work on me first, only time will tell
I used to be so happy and full of life
Now I'm so sad and someone's ex wife
I think to myself, can I fall in love with me?
If I could my heart would know much glee
Instead I long for my existence to expire
I often feel like I've touched a live wire
Is this place a dream? Is this my reality
If so I've grown accustomed to insanity
*I know this contest is over. But I was inpired to give it a try after reading Andrea's poem in this form. I don't know if I got it right. Fiction
Alexis Y.
11/09/19
Star Wars day came to an end, spent it wisely with my best friend,
We had different paths to ascend.
We still reminisce to this day of good times had.
And to the other friend I lost connection with I’m not mad.
We all take the good with the bad.
But we out grow ourselves and most performances are fads.
I spent many years more laying on the floor,
Drooling and insecure,
Looking for answers in bottles and doubting my troubles obscured.
It took a lot of work, real work not fun,
It’s the day to day and fighting the feeling to run for the rum.
I lost friends too, like the one I called hun now thinks I’m a bum.
That day taught me something real and raw,
I didn’t have to play that old role anymore.
It’s a choice and you deserve better,
It’s not always clean, in fact it’s messier than ever, but better than before.
But better feeling is great when you don’t have existential prangs accompanied by a physical shiver.
That day the force got stronger and the Death Star was destroyed,
Like my journey don’t ask me about how never ending Star Wars is, I’ll be annoyed.
I hope you see, you can just be, be me, feel free, identity is just expression of glee, Lordy trust me, breaking free of escapee devotee, addressee to anyone holding a key.
Don’t ask me don’t tell me, how a bumble bee sees. I’ll humbly disagree with any lesson not fought be anyone that won’t travel by stars and sea.
~Hear The Call~
(Free Flow )
Dreams of doom fill me quickly,
And overshadows my whole being
Thoughts as dark just come to be,
With impending doom, no longer clearly seeing
I feel so tired and so weary
All of sudden feel heavier on my feet...
Nothing to hold me, I can't take a step,
His evil presence makes my heart faster beat
I'm falling into a darker, endless hole,
And a fear like none other, raises all over me,
Where horrifying, undead faces my heart coldly grips...
He overpowers me and his dark riders creep on me...
The precious they want from me at any cost...
And the ring bids me to do his master's will, at last.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2005
November.01.2016
~Author notes:
From Frodo's point of view at the Prancing Pony Inn.Frodo's about to slip into darkness...
-From my poetry collection and inspired by the LOTR triology and the Hobbit books and movies-
~ The Nazguls~
(Free Flow )
If ever there was a day
when the song of men
and Elves
were to disappear
From the face of Middle Earth
and the hearts and minds of
Elves Dwarves and men
it was at this time of sorrow
They were once
nine Kings who
were great and mighty
But then from the
Black shadows rose
Sauron and the power of the Ring
they wouldn't be able
to resist
So one by one
they were drawn to its power
and one by one
they fell
And now they ride
ceaselessly
searching for the
most Precious the Ring of Power
The one that their dark
Master wants it
just to possess it
to conquer and to smite with it.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2015
January.14.2017
Authors notes:
-From my very extensive poetry collection and poems inspired by the LOTR trilogy, ( and all the other very beautiful and awesome books ( stories ) related to Middle Earth, etc. written by J.R.R. Tolkien) the Hobbit books and the movies by J.R.R. Tolkien.
The bouncing butterfly you are
to my unfurled eyes,
leave no enticing film of touch
on the flower I’ve bloomed.
As your motif of intrigue stripped,
spontaneous revelation unveils the heart
for a few transient alluring moments,
generates the current of passion
on which the shards of my yearning navigate
to the portal beneath your eyelids.
You don’t perceive they change colors of desire
until you morph the eyes into prism of ardor.
I patronize my dormant instinct,
enfolding the fixation of longing.
In the depth of my soul I make it tangible,
albeit an entranced fly I fly blind to your fire,
turn to ashes.
In the whirlwind of the turning time,
sweeping the dust of memory,
someday I’ll rise in your sky.
January 29, 2020
Contest : Eight Word Challenge 1, 2020
Sponsor : John Hamilton
Far as the eyes can see
Nearer than what is far-aeay
The love that has cum+for you
Iß the love for us
What to say
To make you come again
To make you
Come back to anyware you are
Cause looniness is such a
Sad affair
Come back to me again, and ah again
I wanna be
Anywhere you are
See I don't love you
And I don't need you
I want you
I am just
To proud to begin
To far down is the way you go
When you don't care anymore
Find someone who cares
The one
Who say there be there
Ain't no world for me
Without you
Without you
What's ah man
To do
Tell me baby
Tell me baby
Learning to love you
Is learning you
What about me
What's is it gonna be
Tell me you care
Learning to need you
Cause I love you and need you
Tell me you care
Say you'll always
Be there
Yeah. Yeah, yeah!
Tell me you really love
Me baby
Tell me you
You really want me baby
Baby. Baby
Ooh baby
I love you
I really do
Cascades of stretching autumn ivy
snuggle close to the verdigris hardware
of an intricately carved, but sun-bleached
walnut door under a collapsing portico.
Droplets of sweat trace jigsaw trails
through the clinging film of dirt, revealing
the white of fluted pillars looming crookedly and
hunched by centuries of unappreciated exertion.
An eerie nostalgia laps at my consciousness
fettering my imagination to that very portal.
What yearning is this, to peer backward through
the impenetrable curtain of time?
Curiosity gives way to fearful dread;
wandering thoughts to waking realization;
that it’s a frightful thing indeed, to love
as death relentlessly pursues the same.
What can be built that cannot be toppled…
What can be polished, that will not erode…
What can be loved that cannot be taken…
behind that impenetrable curtain of time?
08/13/15