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. *ANDREA D.*
. Happy Birthday
. 9/5/??
To the most wonderful poet on poetry soup
Enjoying everyone, no matter their age group
I bring to you September 5th Birthday scoop
Andrea D, you're classic like Miss Betty Boop
Unstoppable poetry hula hoop
I desire to take this time to dish out a cute birthday rhyme
Relax, enjoy the glitter & streamers - as if sipping fine wine
All candles points to you, like Uncle Sam
Don't mind me expressing myself like Sam I am!
Would you!" Could you!" Have yourself a Birth Day Jam!
This is the part where my mini spam-in gets cute
I wish you the best birthday sending you a salute
Birthday cake made made out of forbidden fruit
Straw-burst candy and smiles for everyone
Celebrate the day you were born wearing your birthday suit
Enjoy your day, as if you won a shopping spree
Enjoy your day, full of birthday potpourri
Enjoy your day, with your friends and family
Enjoy your day, with sweetness like honey from a bee
Better yet Andrea D
HAPPY! Happy Birth Day To You, ANDREA D!
Wishing you the best, a birthday can bring
Rising to the birthday song, our beautiful Birthday Queen
HAPPY BIRTHDAY ANDREA, FROM ALL of us HERE at THE SOUP!
By: P.D.
...she was ensnared within her prized gardens
There among a tempest of roses.
Entangled in the mournful whispers
of…
Weeping willows
From noon till night.
Within her bustling haven,
the envy of neighbors.
A source of joy and delight.
But her constant aching heart
desired so much more.
Her poor lonely husband
Once he was robust and
brimming and strong
with vitality...
Now his soul has withered
in the desolation
of his ongoing prison of solitude.
Like a leafless tree...
stripped bare by winter's icy grip…
His heart was shattered.
For upon the porch's creaking rocker /
...his soul dwindling...
...its motion faltering...
Stops...
She suddenly grasped the vastness...
of her loss?
Such an ache colossal.
Crying out to God!!
her tears flowing like a raging
roaring river:
"Restore my free!!!"
A glimmering thought emerged in her
a forbidden whisper:
"Conjure a deal, the deal, with nature...
and it will be granted."
An Epiphany as a glimmering thought
emerged:
His thumb... a sharp knife...
a cursed gift...
a grower’s unholy art...
A malevolent pact with nature /
rending her life asunder.
Then new life stirred within the
shadow's cryptic realm //
From fresh tilled dirt and top soil ground //
A sinister transformation...
...a harbinger,
sprout of chilling qualms.
On All Hallows Eve /
stirred by the relentless creaking...
of...
the...
chair.....
She rushed and she stumbled
for she was caught
in despair's whirlwind.
Her heart pulsated
rhythmically in tune.
The moon...
a spectral lantern /
Drenching the desolate landscape /
in silver light...
Casting ominous and writhing shadows...
that echoed with...
The dread of Walpurgisnacht.
A nightmare,
a beautiful grotesque masterpiece:
His form, hideous contorted,
agrarian exhorted,
A thumb oozing... with /
red and green blood...
Nature itself warping and ravenous.
"My Groom," as she spoke to this agrarian figure.
Now Love is ensnared in a sinister compact...
never to relinquish its grip.
Her Fervent devotion /
embodied in the...
Mandrake Sprout's insidious clasp.
Slowly rocking, miraculously...
...a dichotomy,
back and forth as the moon departed...
Entwined for eternity...
Bound in a loving unholy pact.
my hands are cracked and bleeding
I gag as bone protrudes
but the show must go on.
my hands are tightly bandaged
once i disappear behind the screen
and light illuminates my hands
I look perfect.
I steady my tremors
and put my focus
into my performance.
I wish that someone
would peer behind the screen
kiss my hands
and hydrate my skin
with tears
but instead
I watch others puppet shows
at the slightest mistake
I waste no time
I rip the paper
but there they stand
soft, unscarred hands
I’m forbidden form their theater
for ruining the show
I learned to stop letting
my insecurities show
but I always worry
that others
struggle the same
almost to a fault
but instead
I hide behind the curtain
bandaging my broken hands
A memory came knocking
On the forbidden door
I had Locked it far away
Reliving it no more
A memory came knocking
Musing in my head
Rambling on, it did not stop
So I wrote it down instead
A memory was angry
Living in my head
Vexed and tumultuous
It got me out of bed
The room was filled with anger
Curse words, fists, and fear
My mother and my siblings
Abuse and full of tear
A memory came knocking
It took me back to school
My sadness overwhelming
I acted like a fool
A memory came knocking
It left with it some dust
At seventeen I had given up
And started to self-destruct
A memory came knocking
The drink, the weed, and drugs
All I was really searching for
Were love, some care, and hugs
A memory came knocking
Surprised it was to see
How life became my vice,
How it took care of me
A memory came knocking
My mind now strong and sound
Remembering with gratitude
The love which I had found
A memory came knocking
I saw your lovely face
My heart was never happier
It has now found its place.
A memory came knocking
It found me on a beach
Sipping a mojito with my " cockroach"
Enjoying the Mexican heat
No memory could hurt me
I bolted back that door
A peacefulness transcended
I had gotten to the core
The angry memory
Never returned
It met with its demise
The damage it has left behind
My youth has paid the price
A memory came knocking
I took it by the hand
And slowly all the memories
Started to disband
A memory came knocking
Retired it had found me
Sitting on my swing
With a brandy and a good cigar
The birds began to sing.
A memory came knocking
Willing me to write
A battle to be fought
I took my pen to hand
and off we went to war!
Yesterday is gone
Today to run
Tomorrow will wait
also to smile at
the veteran mocker
or the jubilant joker.
But tears of a clown
always to roll down
with heart beats of the joker :
A veteran mocker.
Dull days are spent by the Joker.
A veteran mocker
amusing the spectators
hiding his tears
flowing continuous
with each heart beat
making himself fool simultaneous,
showing himself ridiculous.
It's his job
none to listen his heart throb :
always to be ridiculed by mob .
Tears of a clown
rolling down
in opulence ,
intense or immense
yet hidden
as forbidden
to express !
His strain and stress
I hear girlish laughter beyond the bagged onions.
Imagine her swimming naked among green ripples.
Her white arms are lily stems, hips as sleek as an otter
flow in a neon moonlight.
A sound system promotes discount cookies.
Visions of idealized females fill the dairy product section.
A courtly love of grapes spreads to the potatoes.
In the toy aisle, Avalon, Camelot, and Tintagel
appear in plastic miniature together with rainbow painted ponies.
Between the crisp covers of Guns & Ammo and Cosmo,
Annales Cambriae, Historia Brittornum,
and the writings of Gildas shimmer in periodic reality.
I should turn the old legends off, but the Kimble audio
keeps me walking with Malory and Tennyson.
In toiletries and cosmetics, I find her.
A teenager shyly laughing as she texts a boy.
My imagination reaches for the forbidden,
a fruit that was fresh this morning –
a thousand years ago.
Starvation.
I closed my heart to the satisfying
My primative and physical needs inside
To avoid dealing with the negativity.
That too many people seem to bring.
Becoming parasites along for a free ride
Wanting only to demand to much from me
A one sided pleasure is not my kind of thing.
So I turned cold till those feelings died
****************
Temptations
The dawning of the bliss
Someone came along that stirred
those dorment longings in me
Long neglected, I didn't realize I'd miss
Nothing like what I remembered
He brought me into a sweet reality
Finding wonderful abandonment
within the wild dreams of my mind
My passionate emotions run free
Enticing me to sensually experiment
Bringing forth the forbidden kind.
Hungering to open my sensuality.
© Bonnie J Hollywood-Cutts, a month ago
In our next life,
let's swap lives,
You become the poet , i become the muse
You yearn for me while I stay oblivious
You write books on me,
while I don't bother
In our next life
I get the flower and you deal with the thorns
In our next life
I love me like breathing
while you admire my dawn.
After all, the knife was your's and the wound was mine
Yet, Yet 'I' called it love every darn time
Everything you made up
Everytime you gaslit
My brain denied but my heart didn't
The fire of desire was to be smothered by ice
But neither did the fire burn my ice( My Brain), my ice was frozen in
Into neither believing nor confrating
for confranting was forbidden by fire(heart)
and acknowladgement is mocked ice.
But now when ice melts fire
the birthing sunshine kills desire
here l am standing still
Standing strong like never before
For now I have learnt the art of letting go
The letting go of love
the achievement of wave pain
Now I have learnt that love doesn't circle
I have learnt that love maybe was just mend for us
For now I know my smothered desire and my shaken fire Would STILL ROOT FOR ME
But I am still fond of the time
When I thought the stars aligned
aligned to show love
But soon realised thats not how they rhymed.
And now when I am learning the lesson of faith and letting go of your vain
When ice is estinguished and fire melted
And Now finally ,
When I can not unlove you
I envy the people who never met you.
Born in London in eighteen eighty nine,
a 'rags to riches' story just like mine.
His childhood was full of horrid violence.
In adulthood he was the king of silence.
In silent reels of comedy he found his fame.
Moving to America is where he made his name.
Through slapstick hilarity and tender tears,
he entertained the world for countless years,
Known for his speech in the Great Dictator,
mocked Hitler, but was seen as a traitor.
Criticised for refusing to go to war.
He was a pacifist, so it caused uproar.
He said his mum was the first to inspire,
he was knighted by the British Empire.
Married four times with eleven children,
had many affairs seen as forbidden.
His laughter was born from the deepest pain.
His artistic spirit will always remain.
He mirrored life in hues of black and white,
whilst painting dreams as a beacon of light.
A thought to dare-dancing
in shadow-light dreaming.
Eyes wet with the unseen,
a forbidden gleening.
If only unforseen.
Within golden breast heaving,
rib expanding in unison with destiny's
anatomy of anything.
Outlander girl, another world, love is scheming,
there.
Pregnancy in the Killing Season.
Did you really think it not.
Think it not dire, dear.
Vibration echoes upon the unthinkable,
implodes heavy nova.
The brink, taken in as an expression,
a Mavarupa childed by the mirrors tear.
Buoyant brain zeppelin,
thickly impended, unsinkable.
Time for the unthinkable.
A black hole escapes from itself,
running naked, un-apprehended by reason.
Un-attended fruit it grows out of pure desire,
filling the barren void.
A Cancerous Life, it does not recognize boundary.
Innocence sits on the Father's lap,
melts his heart at its Foundry.
Creation has mused the Great Poet
into bemusement Bonnets and Sonnets,
infusements
into sunsets.
The choosing of Sun dress.
Go now child, into your other World.
I will keep you apart no longer.
Jealousy mingles
into the wide eyed guffah of Satan maw, eyes gleaming.
God tells him to STFU.
This one, Her essence is stronger.
There, here, is more than what is seaming. It has waked from its dreaming.