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Here I am, caught in a terrible web of emotion,
My heart, entangled with lovesick pain.
He is the embodiment of every longing I’ve ever felt,
Every dream of the perfect love I’ve imagined for myself.
He has the looks, with his beautiful waving hair and sparkling eyes full of mischief.
He has the charming personality that perfectly matches my own.
He has the sense of humor that flows so perfectly with mine to my very soul.
He has so many common interests to fan over together, loving them as much as I.
Yet, she shares this very same affection for him.
So I am forced to make a choice.
Lose my closest friend, or lose my perfect lover.
I hate this. I hate choices. I hate feelings. But I have to decide.
And so I choose. And I make the wrong choice. After all, there is no right choice.
I choose to suffer, sacrificing my overwhelming longing to protect my friendship.
To protect my friend from the same heartache I now must bear.
I do not even simply stand to the side for her.
No, I made my choice.
I will follow through to the end, no matter how much it tears me apart.
She deserves the best. He deserves the best.
And neither happens if I claim him for myself.
In painful irony, I offer my unwavering support.
I actively try my best to bring her to him, knowing that it means I will never be his.
I remain close to him in “friendship”, pushing down my unrequited love.
I am torn, trapped between the magnetic pull to him and my obligation to her.
Every shared moment becomes a double-edged sword,
His company bringing overwhelming joy and intolerable heartache.
I am stuck wanting to draw near him, yet having to stay away,
Tearing at the seams of my heart.
In my pain, I remain silent.
I tell neither my friend nor him of the way I feel.
It will only cause a bigger mess for all of us.
I stand on my own in a silent battle waging within,
Grappling with the agony of my unspoken confessions,
Delicately holding the balance between loyalty and longing.
I show nothing of my own aching heart,
caught in the crossfires of this ongoing war of emotions.
And so I remain, caught between him and her,
the longing for a lover and the loyalty to a friend.
My little running buddy, my best furry friend
You came into my life
As a white bundle of goofy bichon
Dressed up as a terrier.
You terrorized our Princess Xena,
And, as a crazy Hallowe’en pup,
Climbed up onto the table
To lick clean butter and sugar bowls
And back down again to chew the table legs!
You chased the beach birds in Tofino
And Phyllis’ cat in New Brunswick.
Oh, you were so full of mischief
But the aroma of fresh bought roast chicken did not entice you
As you were perched up on the back headrest
Anxiously awaiting our return!
Always a crazy ball of energy.
Let’s see if she’ll run, I said,
And there you were at my heels
Or up ahead looking back to see if we were coming.
Up and over the hilly trails
Or miles of dike along the river.
Year after year, all kinds of weather,
A different colourful coat for every occasion.
The many road trips, sleeping quietly on my lap
Or going for a ride on two wheels
With the best seat in the house, wearing your doggles!
My motorcycle pup, running buddy, cycling sightseer,
At home wherever you were with me,
Whether it be on the top of Mt Seymour
Or the back of the Chief, the alpine meadows of Baker
Or the Pacific Coast Highway!
Unconditional love, always a kiss
Oh, what we humans could learn from our 4 legged friends!
Always there for me, to kiss away the pain
Of my broken hearted wounds
Through the emotional hills and valleys of my life journey
You were my best furry friend for 18 years, 8 months.
A little trooper with a large heart right until the end.
An incredibly long life, always willing without fail,
Loving and faithful to the end of your days,
You looked into my eyes and kissed me goodbye.
Your little body gave up but your brave heart beat on, so strong
As your life ended so softly and gently.
Chloe, my best furry friend, my little running buddy......
I will miss you so, your little dance, your kisses,
Your greeting at the door, all but memories now & forever.
Kitty, Kitty
where is my sweet snugly Kitty?
You're full of mischief, but witty;
my furry fur ball so pretty.
You're so pampered with chasers and teasers;
smarty skitter critters catnip cat please-errs.
You love to hide and stick out your paw
striking at anything that goes by, not to mention
purposely lying down in my way for attention.
It's Christmas and we've brought in a Christmas tree
into our home and underneath the tree,
a pile of beautifully wrapped presents waiting to be opened!
You've claimed it and won't let it be.
It stands tall up against the wall
with balsam pine scent branches that call
to you. You sink you claws into the scaly bark
and climb and hide within the branches.
A glitter reflection of light catches your attention,
those little paws can't resist slapping
at the blinking
lights, silver tinsel, and colorful ornaments.
Oh, Kitty, you've taken one too many chances.
You've gotten too far-out and bent the branch
losing your balance,
toppling the Christmas tree causing an avalanche
of colorful ornaments to the floor!
Frighten, you zoomed out of the room
and hid under the bed.
Kitty, Kitty
where is my sweet snugly Kitty?
12/24/2018
Poetry Contest: Christmas Pets - Writing Challenge December 2018 -
Sponsored by: Dear Heart
Kajal* in her lids, circling her plastic eyes,
Doll eyes that seem unreal.
Single rose perched atop her bun.
The red matching her blouse and her lips.
Her beady purse dangling by,
Shimmering in the neon light.
The whore from Faridabad...
Men saunter by...
Watch her reflections.
Her bright silver necklace,
Her flowing ear drops.
Watch her with mocking eyes,
Her integrity ridiculed,
Her essence defamed.
The same men who subvert to her in the darkness.
Their stark souls, stark naked bodies exposed.
The beast in them clinging and clutching.
Embraces sans love.
Submissions sans redemption...
In the creaking red room, in the timber wood bed,
Her heart stays mute. Her stare stays cold.
As passion ploughs over her.
Again and again till her body is benumbed.
She has nothing to lose.
She had nothing to lose.
The cradle of lust.
The melting pot of all human desires.
The whore from Faridabad...
With doll eyes that seem unreal...
In the rain filled night,
Little Biju comes running.
His soiled brown shorts pinned up with a safety pin.
His nose catching a whiff of her perfume.
His monsoon catch fluttering,
Pining to fly away,
The dragon fly...
He sits on her lap.
She fiddles through his hair.
And together they steam off,
Paper boats off the puddle's coast.
And like a twin lightning ripping across
The strangeness of the night skies,
Two shrill laughters pervade the monsoon airs.
Full of love.
Full of mischief and sunshine.
Her eyes moistened with the laughter...
Her doll eyes that seem unreal...
The whore from Faridabad....
* A mixture made of coal......applied over the eyes to make them look attractive......
Kitty Cat and Christmas Tree
Kitty, Kitty
Kitty, Kitty
Oh sweet, snuggly, cuddly, pretty bundle of joy
Full of mischief that gets you into trouble, my furry fur ball
A kitty-cat that desires so much loving and attention
Affectionate and my shadow when you desire
Play toys you see small and large
As real as you and me
You love to play hide -seek,
But your favorite toy is the part of nature that has moved in
Another play toy you see with those big green eyes
That nose wiggles to take a whiff
Another scratching post with the scent of pine
With movement of shimmering light adornment that garnish that beautiful toy of yours
Like a mouse running and jumping from limb to limb that looks so as real as you and me
Tempting for you to swat and play
That mouse that entice your nature’s instincts to plan of ways to chase
Kitty, Kitty
Oh sweet, snuggly, cuddly, pretty bundle of joy
Full of mischief that gets you into trouble, my furry fur ball
Sitting far, far away from the tree, looking innocent as can be
Oh!
No!
You've toppled the Christmas tree and scattered the broken ornaments all over the floor!
Frosting paw prints smudges on my countertops and floor!
What kind of games do you plan to play when my back is turned?
11/20/2015
- Poetry Contest : Cats and Christmas Trees
Sponsored by: Mary Oliver Rotman
Walking along the pebbled beaches of Devon,
Little Bertha and me were on a mission,
To find some fossil of unknown dinosaur,
Washed to these shores by waves from afar!
Husband and son jack were searching as well,
From their laughter doing great we could tell,
This was a little wager between hubby and me,
One who fetches best keeps the new car key!
The shores are different from ones in San Diego,
Here for the sea mud you have farther to go,
I found a few that were not the very best,
would probably be nothing if put to test!
Bertha was happy to play in muddy sand,
She picked some shells with her little hand,
We ran around on sand or waded into sea,
Deep inside I knew I was not getting the key!
late evening when it was time to get back,
Bertha and I rejoined husband and Jack,
My heart missed a beat! The wedding ring!
I knew all along something was missing!
My smile had gone, face was ashen grey,
I was quiet at dinner not sure how to say,
that priceless ring, symbol of our love days,
Was foolishly lost in the sea without a trace!
Hubby and jack were both full of mischief joy,
My husband was acting like a school boy!
Unable to hold my sorrow I held out my hand,
And shook my ring finger so he would understand.
He saw my tears and came up close to me,
He reached into pocket, perched on a knee,
“Jack found your ring when we were at sea,”
Here is your ring my Love, and the car key!”
Mud lark Poetry contest
02/April/2020
Sponsor Kai Micheal Neumann
"God sends pets without wings so no one will suspect they are angels ..." Unkown
Pets are Angels in disguise
Endearing was my canine companion
There was no other pet in my life dearer than my dog
Seated close, sometimes he would curl up at my side.
Amiably he would lay his head in my lap and sleep,
Ready to wake up at the slightest sound,
Ever alert guarding our home from rodents and rowdies.
A wild roamer was my cute tawny dachshund.
Never was he in chains to be hauled like cattle.
Gave us company as we took our evening rounds.
Endearingly he would rub his body on our knees,
Licking our feet and arms in deep affection.
So full of mischief, playfully he capered and hopped.
I have never felt a love so deep to any other as to him.
Nor had a bereavement more intense than the one at his departure.
Death claimed him before we could anticipate.
Inseparable was he from our home and our children.
Speechless I stand when memories churn within
Grew up as a member of the family and an abiding companion.
Unable to break the bond, he clings to our hearts.
In haunting thoughts of him, we still get choked.
Sacred memories of him are forever enshrined within.
Eternal bliss and sweet rest be granted unto him!
SANTA CLAWS
By Roy Merritt
Johnny was a mean boy
He grew meaner every day
He grew meaner and meaner
Despite the holiday
Christmas was just ‘round the corner
Music filled the air
Smiles were on every face
Kind words were often shared
But Johnny was full of mischief
He often gave one pause
And it was upon that time
We warned him of Santa Claws
“Oh I’ve heard of him!” he said
“A fat guy dressed in red
Who gives out toys to little kids
While flyin’ ‘round in a sled.
He comes down the chimney
His bag by his side
And all for milk and cookies
A bargain few would abide!”
“Oh no not that one!”
I spoke up there and then
“I’m speaking of his brother
His noxious evil twin.
Now the nice one
The one you spoke about
The one you hear sometimes
With the “Ho! Ho! Ho!” he shouts
He’s pretty much a good guy
Thinks givin’ toys to kids is keen
But not to the bad ones
Who work at being mean.”
“So?” said Johnny.
“Don’t mean much to me!
I don’t really believe
In Santa Claus you see!”
“Well go ahead and take your chances.” I said.
“Go ahead and think they’re lies.
But don’t come cryin’ to me
When Santa rips out your eyes!
When this Santa comes to see you
He’s apt to leave a mess
Cos’ you see he spells his
Name Santa C-L-A-W-S!”
Many praises and beauty in side the eyes.
With cleverness and no big deal is when you notice her lies.
Her eyes turn a little bit darker and full of mischief.
When cornered she can twist and play you like a thief.
Smiles and her giggles take you to a dream world.
It automatically sends you down to the ground curled.
Her eyes turn green as a storm to come.
When she erupts you feel so dumb.
Then the colors go back to hazel eyes quickly to change side.
When she feels happy her eyes turn bluish like the water and tide.
I sort of sit their and try to understand.
How one person can sort her feelings that bands.
I was curious one day and took a chance.
I looked into her eyes those hazel eyes for the longest glance.
I kissed her with romance with no awareness.
She did the same and I did not feel any careless.
Her feelings were conceptual that there was a rule.
She and I were trying to figure out if we should be together.
Her promises and gentle word assures me that we are better.
Her wondrous eyes that keep guide me through her mystery.
She touches my hand and feels the amount of history.
Hazel eyes of my life full of surprise gained me happiness for that moment in time.
The ways of passion, romance, love, and most of all trust is no longer a crime.
Livin’ In a Small Town
Ring, ring goes the telephone
Mama answers to the neighbor saying
Do you know what your daughter is doing?
That is life
Livin’ In a Small Town
So full of mischief
So full of life
Neighbors are neighbors
Not just the stranger next door
That is life
Livin’ In a Small Town
Riding horses through town
Or bikes around the block
People waving and calling out
“Hey how are you?”
That is life
Livin’ In a Small Town
A smile from everyone
Town barbeques in the park
Town meetings
Friendly people
That is life
Livin’ In a Small Town
Go to church and you see most everyone
Like a big family
Watching each other’s backs
Always there to lend a hand
Neighbors helping neighbors
That is life
Livin’ In a Small Town
Visiting with the old timers
From when the town was built
Hearing the stories
Passed down
Through the generations
Funny ones, sad ones
Stories of hard times
All a part of the history
All part of
Life
Livin’ In a Small Town
Sometimes I got frustrated
Especially when Mom knew things
Before I could tell her
Being in trouble
Before I even made it home
However looking back, I would not trade a thing
As I always have loved
Life
Livin’ In a Small Town
By: Jean Shular
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