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Dazzling, synthetic lights emanate from polished silver,
Penetrating my deep, chemically induced sleep.
Blinking sensitive eyes, I raise my swirling head.
I sit up and walk into a corridor of glass display cases.
Rustic farm tools, mannequins wearing clothing from the past and present fashions, pottery from long ago…
A collection of some kind, featuring timeless treasures and ordinary items of little to no monetary value.
A discombobulated hoard of flea market finds?
I came to another display difficult to make sense of…another display of mannequins except these wore no clothing and floated in some viscous liquid.
A chill went up my spine and I knew not why until…one opened their eyes and looked at me!
I awaken. Bright sunlight streams into my bedroom windows. I recall everything in a moment of time.
Sitting up, pain and horror, a poisonous flower blossom opening red petals in my mind…
A nightmare or mad illusion? I see nothing but my room, and hear nothing now but…
… silence.
Life Of Fleas
Well, they start out working at the circus
After eggs, bacon and dogs
They become accountants, multiply like crazy
Later they become football players
Famous for the flea flicker and other tricks
Life isn't fair
Life is a flea... and then you marry one
Some marry quickly with ticks
It never lasts. They have affairs
Then things get a little weird
They grow beards and move to New York
Work on Wall Street and eat with knives and forks
At fine restaurants, though they have no fingers
And don’t wear cloths
Such things don’t come in their sizes
For exercise some leap tall buildings in a single bound
If their legs hold out
You can find them at the opera
I don’t know why you would want to do that
They are everywhere in flea and tick season
Found in the hair of cats, dogs and at malls
Fleas don’t have names for a reason
And don’t divorce or pay taxes
Life is too short
They should be deported of course for not working
Clearly not mans best friend
None have a social security card
Drinking beer, going around naked, hanging out in the yard
With entirely too many friends
It never ends
The heart of a lion
The soul of a flea
The energy of a gnat
Please do not let this be me
Reaching into my junk drawer
I pick up three items that give me glee
A candy bar wrapper,
And a playing card with a decorated bee.
Dragons in my undercarriage,
Dolphin party in the sea,
This poem is starting to feel jazzy,
It is lively, and it’s free.
I line up the unicorns,
Who are laughing at my knee.
They ask Trixie to join them,
So she dances away with thee.
Her underling muses
Chip and Dale come running to me.
They are dying to write a poem,
So we line up the junk items three.
Let’s make it funny, says Chip
A cut up we all agree.
But Dale wants a sad poem,
So we begin to disagree.
Trixie's assistants laugh at my consternation
And run away you see,
So this is the end of the poem,
Which made me yell a “whee!”
Bob a small bug landed on a childs swing
Weary and puffed because of the wind
Resting his wings and his six tiny legs
Tired from his journey, wanting his bed.
The journey was long, weather was fine
Warmth from the sun, making good time
Wings gently humming like song from a bee
Minding his own business happy and free.
Resting, recouping, enjoying the sun
What happened next can't be undone
Whisper he heard "Your going in my tum"
Bob instantly froze and went kind of numb.
A spider shot out, didn't know from where
It gave him a look - a terrifying stare
Eight legs and faster having two extra more
For moment Bob wished he had twenty four.
Spiders legs propelling, whirring in sound
Bob stumbled and fell, fast to the ground
The spider sped down its steely fine thread
That instant Bob thought "I'm about to get dead".
With energy burst Bob flew to the side
Trying to find somewhere to hide
A swift move, a wing glide, Bob hid in a tree
He's nerves so jumpy he felt like a flea.
Spider came crawling feeling his vibes
Was no where safe to find and to hide?
Exhausted Bob thought "I'm too done in
It will have me for his dinner din-dins."
Suddenly from nowhere within the big tree
A bird swooped down its direction to he
Bob placed two legs covered his eyes
Two others he used to prayer his goodbyes.
Sudden wind gush knocked Bob right over
Promptly landed on a four leaf-clover
Looking back seeing what had just happened
The bird gobbled the spider in a swift action.
Bird said to him "You was lucky there mate
That spider invaded my territory state
Taking it all, nothing left to feed
That spider was full of its own greed"
"Wrapping and hoarding it all away"
"I've been waiting for this very day".
Cunning and clever knew how to avoid
Using and hiding in darken voids"
"S. Parrow my name, anytime you want rest
"This tree your sanctuary, a welcome guest"
Flying off I was glad this day be over
And grateful the luck of that four leaf-clover.
02.08.21
A path I never towed
Has no trace of my foot print
Only those that destiny bid me
I have walked and paid my fee.
It is only destiny
That can lift a man
Towards that path he dreads
And circumstances push him
Towards it for his daily bread.
The path I now tow
Is a path I never thought
Just as a farmer dreads the sea
And as the fisherman dreads the flea
While both ended opposite directions
Doing that they dread to perfection.
A Cobbler
Tomorrow may become a Mason,
A Teacher
Tomorrow may become a Spokesperson
And a Servant
Tomorrow may take the place of his master.
A path I never towed
Out of fear and ignorance
And out of what opportunities it beholds
May someday spread its heart before me
Hoping that I am prepared to hold its key.
© Ayinla, Muyideen Adeleke 2019
I pretend I'm alright
And put my best stance forward
Wear my brave face
Tryin to be smooth
Just tripped on my shoelace
What's a girl to do
Busted, razed, flat broke
My foot slipped off the pedal and into the spoke
Out of focus, idling, coasting on fumes
Myyyyy, mmmm, my oh my
Must retreat to my bedroom
For slumber; ugh - that noxious perfume
I sprayed on today
In the department store
I don't need to tell you
It reeks
That's a big pee you
Oh my
My plan has gone awry
I try to write
After listening to Vile
He inspires me
Perspiring
Thinking bout how to
Ink brilliance
Such as he
Slamming on the brakes
My leg itches
Ya damn flea
Bravado and all
I seem to fall
I spiral out of control
Resilience reels me back in
I'm a bouncy, buoyant, headstrong girl
Go ahead and believe what you want
Self deprecation is my defense mechanism
Keep playing
those cards close to your vest
You're bluffing fool
I know this by now
Prevaricator is a might big word
For liar
As you try to set the world on fire
I see you race away
And turn my head
Pretending not to see
When you visibly disgust me
You're not proving anything
With your ostentatious
Obnoxiously awesome self
Annnnnything
I ain't seen before
And won't soon forget
I'm a rhyming
tonight
Maybe filled with fright
Or could it be boredom
Delirious laughter
G'night
Sleep and clarity are what I desire
Slough off this crap
I know it's beyond time for a nap
My RPM is slowing
My aching for REM is growing
Copyright June 17, 2023 Lori Steindorf
I was forged in the fire.
And only sometimes do I combust into flames.
When it is time that penalties must be paid.
I watched my prey in silence,
As they do their demon deeds.
Because I know everything has an expiring date.
For now, they sit in the clouds.
But unfortunately for them,
They will not be balanced by a scale.
They are on a see-saw,
With me at the opposite end,
They will drop down, flat on their face.
I will be everywhere,
Until they take their last breath.
I will always be in their subconscious mind.
Only their soul,
I will leave it untouched.
That is not for me to judge.
I will be the lice in their hair,
The flea that itches their skin.
The germs that make their stomach burn.
They will wish they had never betrayed a friend.
Because of their nightmares and dreams,
Will be haunted by me.
And as they slowly fade away,
And no one remembers their names.
I will turn into ashes,
And rise again.
Because I am a Phoenix.
I let justice prevail.
Broken Vase
The flea market
Vibrant and full of trinkets
Meandering and browsing
Dreaming and wandering
Wishing I was with my man
There it was all alone in a stall
A vase with love imprinted on the side
So pretty, I could not resist
So content with my purchase
Off I went with my sunshine smile
I set the vase on my dining table
Beside the unopened mail
As I reached for a letter
The vase tumbled and shattered
All over the floor
Love was broken, existing no more
I opened the letter
With no return address
Dear Aurore, I am so sorry
I have found someone else
I left the key under the mat
The letter fell to the floor
And that was that
Shattered glass and love exists no more
Form:
If I could improve the world
one space at a time I'd do it
immediately I'd begin with love
Banners and flags unfurled
shouting out love and peace with it
.
I'd buy some land to build upon
Five acres would do just fine
I'd build a place where love exists
and all hate and troubles are gone
for both the young and old combined
For I've known love and happiness
From my loving and protective parents
Yet far too many live in fear and heartbreak
People get lost and many are homeless
This is something we should prevent.
As they get abused and are neglected
Thrown away and forgotten by others
Left to wander the streets alone or to die
Those lost souls should be protected
By being loved by their father and mother.
Author Notes
I really do want to do this, but all it takes is money and the place. I'd like to have it as a ranch style places set to help people of all walks of life and troubles.
I'd make it a place to teach and learn all kinds of things. Bridging the gap between generations. Since both the younger generations are beaten and neglected and many times despised by those that gave them life.
Then on the opposite genreation. The elderly, The same thing can happen. by their families and more often care givers.
I want to have the place be self sufficient . the elderly people would teach the kids the ways of life when they grew up. sewing, farming, feeding animals. Living off the land. Baking bread and other great meals. Also some crafts. Then the kids could open up the world of technology and internet uses and even some of the games. Finding common ground and then building bonds of love and trust as well as respect for each other. Making a special family for them.
They could even sell their baked goods or homemade items as well as fairs or flea markets etc.
The theme would be loving hearts and helping hands.
© Bonnie J Hollywood-Cutts. All rights reserved, a day ago
In town was a flea,
a deadly hunter of lives.
Leaving the tiny bushes,
in other to graduate to other levels.
It sought for the streets,
to explore another kind of life.
A gradual killer it was,
injecting every of its found preys.
The streets were pretty much unwise to have noticed
his tricks and they aided his planned missions.
It had then succeeded on some who loved
and couldn't do without the five minutes uncovered.
Promoted itself to a level of transplantation.
Now the deadly hunter has being found to be a virus.
There came a horrified exclamation of disgusts,
not to do something is to be crippled fast.
It had become a saga
after filling their sacks and glands with poisons.
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