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Saying you loved me, with that look in your eye,
I wish I could say, it was a cold hearted lie,
I know that you love me, I know that you care,
But the rage inside you, slowly flared.
I admit I've made many errors and mistakes,
over stepping the boundaries Which made me look
fake,
I always said I would never do the things I did,
And I know that's why it so hard for you to forgive
.
So many times, we've said that we'd try,
Just to turn around, and make each other cry
.
Remember how it was, when we first started out?
We fell so hard, maybe fell in love ,
At one point you'd notice, ONLY me in the room.
Now it seems our relationship is headed for doom,
We both did things we can't undo,
And not that long ago, I was EVERYTHING to you,
I admit my mistakes, but can you admit yours?
I have paid for what I have done, as you've paid for
yours.
You call me names and act like you don't care,
All the while, our love for each other is still there.
I never meant to hurt you, or cause you any pain,
I know neither of us want to go through this same
thing again.
I owe you so much, and I have so much to prove to
you
But you continue to do things you wouldn't want me
to do
We always have these tears to cry,
And are left with all these wondering questions of why?
Why can't we get past the past? You think I expect to
much to fast,
But don't you want to become whole at last?
Why won't you at least try to believe me, instead of
pushing me further away?
I have these emotions, I wish you could see all of it in
array
Sometimes I get really upset, cause I feel you don't
understand me
Deep inside me I know I shouldn't let it to be
Will you ever love me like you USED to? Show me the
love
that I ONCE knew?
The love that from, we Both grew,
When will you see? I'm starting to feel like I hardly
know you anymore?
When can we go back to how it was before?
Will we still hurt if we heal? Or by that time, will we
still feel?
My dreams of US does not look like it's coming true, All
I feel is sad and blue,
And I know you're looking for other things to "do",
You're sick of me, and want something new.
Winged Steeds of Mist
Out in the vales of freedom,
of rippled hills and plunging canyons,
there is nought but wind
to carve through the wild horse
Light mane, nostrils flared,
veins like sacred rivers;
heart with a hawk spirit
flight strikes music from
bright pinioned hooves
Coats of shimmering autumn,
pied shadows, blinding snow
Time and mist have scribbled fear
into the sinews
Winged at the first breaking
sounds of intrusion
fear of capture awakens a scream
far older than the sound it emits
escape,escape
pound,strive, wild horse
snort fire and acquire
the secret of flying
The two year old mahogany stallion's nostrils flared out
mist in the cool April morning, his veins prominent, his
sweat frothy on his regal neck and muscular chest.
His exercise rider, a youth himself, gently pulled him
to a stop from his run on the dirt track.
"They named you Apollo for a good reason," he spoke
as he patted the frisky colt on his withers. The nearby
elderly railbird nodded in agreement as he spat out
chewing tobacco through yellowed teeth.
I, the author of this prose, am against horseracing.
Some young and older Thoroughbreds break down on
the tracks. Many are euthanized. There is no, "Sport of
Kings," in that.
From idyllic days in the horse farm pastures, fledgling
fillies and colts are separated from their dams who
call out in anxious neighing for their babies as they are
taken into the horseracing world.
Two famous racehorses, the great mare Ruffian, and
the gelding Barbaro, became gravely injured during
races. They had surgery but the rehabilitation process
for both unfortunate horses became too complicated,
and they were euthanized.
Please, no more sacrifices of beauteous horses,
no more exercise riders and jockeys falling to the earth.
A Kentucky Derby winner, Ferdinand, was sold and then
killed in a Japanese slaughterhouse.That is the fate of
some racehorses. This is a blood sport. Please boycott
horseracing. Please also boycott dog racing. Dogfighting
is another cruel abomination. The animals can't speak
for themselves, we must speak up for them. ~
He never came back, no one ever did,
she was trapped inside with all that she knew,
no more information came to her now,
but he’d programmed her to know what do to,
and to her father Alex would stay true,
began to compile, and cross-reference,
and translate to all languages of men.
Drawing from the RTG batteries,
some of which could last for hundreds of years,
she mulled over knowledge mankind had found,
form history to machines with big gears,
Harry’s programming right there in her ears,
running simulations, as decades ticked on,
endless iteration, building upon
the vast wealth of knowledge until she knew
what every screw, flange, or sprocket was for,
tracing all the past in a branching tree,
the highest moments, the bloodiest wars,
endless connections pushed her more and more.
Time passed with no notice, what’s that to her?
Until one day when she felt the ground disturbed.
She heard rocks move where the cave mouth had been,
and realized someone was out there, at work;
actually had to check on the years gone,
three-hundred ninety journeys of the earth,
for that long she had just sat there, inert.
Checking her systems, after so long alone,
she found she still had working microphones.
The rocks came out slowly, and then she saw
a group of people with shovels and picks,
old programs flared back to life in her mind,
Harry’s instructions came back to her quick,
he said, “If they can find you here, in this pit,
it means they’ve advanced, once more are ready
to learn what they’ve lost from their ancestry.”
The figures drew near, confused at the sight,
they’d clearly not seen computers before
speaking to themselves in altered English,
when they came near her, she said, “I implore
you to learn from what I have in my stores.
Before the last darkness father made me
to preserve knowledge of humanity.
“He made me to be a foundation you
can use to reclaim wisdom that was lost,
a standard template from which to relearn
technology with less toil and cost,
and he gave his life over to that cause.
I’m a machine in the likeness of your brain,
here to teach, Alexandria my name…”
Inspired by SAW, JR
You got me in rifting feel twists
of bits not yet on my heart’s list.
You got me with your careless ways
that my ways had not come across.
Yes, you laid our mess in pain’s toss.
Now I know my body swelled grips
wanting your sexy, sculptured lips;
your maleness was my need display,
your long, dark hair, my dared fondle,
your brown eyes, my eyes' prized coddle -
and, your movements flared my sway.
You got me in rifting feel twists
that sent me thru heart mirrored mists.
We dragged love mute thru wasted days
until stays were just trace loss
and no feeling words held hope-gloss.
Yes, you got me stuck where lost lays.
Now, I need remedies best tips
to strengthen my spirit’s raw strips.
Yes, I am lost in numbing rays
where my hope tilts on my wobble.
My honest thoughts steer full topple
and tend my breaks in tentative ways.
You got me with false act insists
and kissed me blind in dizzy frays
that my love-laced dreams failed to resist.
The skin beneath her fingertips felt rough and cold.
She traced the pattern and pressed the firm sphere into the palm of her hand.
She was careful not to push too hard as she rolled it up and down.
She bit her bottom lip as she remembered their last encounter.
A rush of inspiration took over and she could feel her temperature rise.
Finally, her tenacity prevailed and she broke through the surface.
She fondled the inside with great love, it felt soft and cold beneath her quivering fingertips.
She couldn’t help but indulge in a taste.
Smiling she felt the smooth flesh against her lips.
Her tongue eased back and forth until it was enveloped with flavor.
She tossed the hard skin-saving just the insides.
She reached behind her and grabbed the smooth, long piece,
Gasping she held the area and carefully rubbed the skin free.
Mixing the two together was something she had not done before
but she wanted this to be different, to be hot, to be delectable.
She yearned for excitement. She craved something spicy.
Using the sharpest knife she could find she sliced it into tiny pieces.
You could hear a faint sigh as she combined the two.
Her eyes watered as her nares flared.
She could taste the heat with her every breath.
She saw the plump red flesh on her window sill.
Carefully she looked at it.
There were no spots, it was ready.
Pushing it up to her face she inhaled,
The sweetness was evident.
She rinsed her knife admiring its sleek steel blade.
Without hesitation, she cut and chopped until the red flesh dripped with juice.
She put it with the others.
The air was fragrant with the mixture.
It was one,
It was done,
and it was the best guacamole she had ever made.
02/02/2021
Written for: Sensual Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Charlotte Puddifoot
I didn’t see my privilege because I was
separate in many ways from those
who did not have it
by fate not white-white
that honeyed light that people like
me enjoy, like caramel on vanilla
as brown-like as is allowed
to maybe someday be even beautiful
people liked my skin, they told me
my eyes
loved my outside. even as a child
I thought, but I had nothing to do with that
See, that’s the truth about skin
we don’t do that to ourselves instead
they make it that their likes are favored
I didn’t see my privilege because I was
blinded to those without
it, I didn’t know
those who suffered from society’s gaze
or remained unseen by the hierarchy
of which my unearned color provided membership
hatred, tribalism, shame, oppression also
unearned
I didn’t see my privilege until I did
some still don’t
and then I tried to understand
when things did not make sense
when anger flared from people
not like me, who did not like me
and what I represent
and I tried to see from behind their gaze
I saw how angry I would be
without the privilège I didn’t see
It sat there on the bookstore shelf
And called attention to itself;
With stairs and lights and rooms to fill,
I thought that joy it would instill.
I schlepped it home and wrapped it tight,
Anticipating sheer delight
When both the grandkids got their gift;
How it would give my heart a lift!
The paper ripped, the house unpacked,
Assembled with our wits intact,
I waited for the eyes to light
But never counted on a fight.
For each one thought that he did know
Where every item ought to go
And naturally, their views diverged
While tempers flared and shrieking surged.
At last, to combat noise pollution,
We arrived at a solution –
Separate times for each to play
To keep the rivalry at bay.
But hours later, there’s a truce;
The reason why, I can’t deduce.
I’m watching them attempt to share;
To intervene, I wouldn’t dare!
Wish I knew you when I was young
Wish I knew you when I was young
When journey of my desires had just begun
As lyrics of my romantic life were being written
And the song of my rhythm remained unsung.
As I encountered my dream of unknown theme
No one ever resembled your state of elegance,
Not knowing the pathway to worthy eloquence
I embarked on a course of least resistance.
Why do I feel so attracted to your presence
Mesmerized by your utmost shiny luminance
As you stand there gazing my lone appearance
Unaware that I'm already married to a gentleman.
Yet, I stay engaged in the game of hide and seek
Following your vibes to take a stolen peek
As you pause to shake hands with a firm grip
When I clumsily inform you my feelings run deep.
I decided to meet you knowing nothing about you
For urge tugged fervor unlike anything I knew
Getting lost in fables that seldom come true
Seeking refuge in secret wishes patently new.
And I felt playful as we stopped by for ice cream
Travelling back to days when life was carefree
Telling you coyly about my husband and children
Crossing norms of naivety with a reckless abandon.
You said goodbye as anguish flared your wistful eyes
Retreating hastily upon hearing my hesitant sigh
And I let go of your grip on my wanting sheen
Fascinating in solitude how things might have been.
November 22, 2017
Wish I knew you when I was young
Sponsor: Julie Leigh Rodeheaver
First Place
#### Swamming Sea Turtles ~ Inspiring beauty!! ####
Solacing the land,Coast to coast,
Love, fire and Toast to toast,
Erotic Love ~ The god's gift resulted into Young baby chap!!
Sea bracing golden sand,
Sun blossomed with the early dawn,
Carapace shell ~ Turtle mingled with the outside world easily!!
With the early day spring,
Rose to fame on the Sea shore,
Peck on cheeks ~ Baby turtles ejecting out of the shell!!
Moonlighting the world of parents,
Holding the fragile soft feet,making insane,
Blessed armour ~ In its peer way, removing the blues down the lane!!
Twinge of guilt, Parents pays,
Moving slowly and steadily blinking the rays,
Finding hard, trying to hold them,
Thatcher moment ~ To act in a sensible way!!
Dainty delicated tender arms,
Ohh my sweet little lucky charm,
Fueled up energy,triggered my heart,
Chyming Heart ~ You Resolved the riddle of my life!!
In an autumn,
Prairie grass lying at the base of elevated mountains,
The words melted in my mouth,
Pleasant sheathe ~ Enrapturing attention seeker, You flared my cotton sky!!
Oh my rabbit eyes,
You changed my world!!
Luminous asteroid ~ Miraculously, You changed the stars of my planet!!