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"Most people would sooner die than think, in fact, they do," ... Bertrand Russell (Quote hidden within the Sonnet in Italics)
Sonnet:
Most of the time when I'm under the sun,
ought not to watch nor pass by on people,
befuddled about clock-glued eyes outrun,
a zenith star would climb o'er the steeple.
Sooner all will suspect that life's too brief,
plus, die surrounds confidence merits life.
I've improved rather than grasp my belief,
and think I got the choice result *fehl strife.
Confuse not in the consequence head-on,
direct my route, let that star point beyond,
a scale that exacts stealthily who's drawn,
bargain heightened the fact I did respond.
I discovered they who do take time, plans
to firmly coil, so to turn the clock's hands.
Haiku:
time when life's too brief
surrounds confidence improved
choice direct star point
Monoku:
beyond drawn fact discovered who do take time
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plans to turn the clock's hands
*fehl: fault; flaw; failure
**Content warning: depicts abuse (please skip to one of my more lightheaded poems if one needs to).
To you, your abuse began as a game or joke,
so insidious, so quietly inhumane,
a spontaneous, cautionary tale, and yet,
so quickly it transpired into something much more.
Church was unsafe, school was unsafe, and finally -
you made my last safety net, my home - a prison.
I had just turned five, the first time you wrapped your hands
around my throat, and thrust your thumbs through my windpipe.
The weight of both your knees crushed my infantile chest,
so I couldn't possibly, even gasp, for air.
I squirmed, a silent whimper, and tried to break free,
but I was only five, and you were thirty-eight.
Your whole body was like a boulder upon me.
My eyes weeped, and I tried to beg, but had no breath.
My small hands weren't enough to get you off my throat,
and in the end, despite my effort, I'd pass out.
And to you then, I was your lifeless figurine,
your sick play-thing, your ragdoll, your real-life puppet.
Then awake some moments later, gasping for air,
the nightmare continued, with hands around my neck,
until I was so asphyxiated - I shook.
As I lost air, I'd break out into a cold sweat,
my vision blurred and hazy, my voice laboured, coarse.
I would lay there confused, dazed, scared, broken, alone.
When I next awoke, oft a necktie held my hands,
and like clockwork, you'd seethe, spit condescending tones,
shout obscenities, lies, curses - unbeguiling.
Whilst your hands again, found themselves glued to my neck,
suffocating me over and over and over and o'er,
whilst all my dreary eyes, through tears, saw was 'father'.
And, as if my father had not yet been depraved,
he'd oft strip me, of all remaining dignity.
Then once his hours accomplished, his anger unleashed,
he'd leave me unconscious, half-naked, on the floor.
He'd wipe his bloody hands clean and feel 'job well done',
and ensure to lock the bolts on that bedroom door.
09.03.2024
Our idle breath hung onto the air
Matching Water’s glassy stare
As the bird songs’ giddy notes
Danced beneath their throats
Beneath dancing rays a collected daze
He greeted the pond’s lazy gaze
Our glued eyes slowly climbing
Gradual lingering through heartbeats timing
A brew of brown sporadic spots
Milky eyes still lit with thoughts
An emerald underside sparkles clearer
The lily pad peers a collective mirror
Our eyes imploring, wanting more
Stretching our legs towards the shore
The trees vigilant, a wary gaze
As we stumble through nature’s maze
A warning ripple with something to say
Cautious eyes yearning for another day
A step too steep breaks the quiet
That’s all it takes for nature’s riot
And with one last deepening breath
The frog leaps into nature’s depths
Now she holds her secrets down below
We’re not sure if she’ll let them go
Candles and nightlights flickering bright,
blackout curtains shutting out the moonlight.
Snuggle down cosy with blankets tight,
perhaps the war will end to-night.
Dripping setting from Sunday's roast,
spread so thick on Monday's toast.
Meat bones simmer on the old gas ring,
Pa's homemade soup,the 'real thing'.
Paper chains cut and glued,
beer in glass bottles brewed.
Christmas puddings with threepenny bits,
the Meccano present made to fit.
Sunday school outings upto Coombe hill,
my first ever train ride,so quite a thrill.
Walks over corn fields to the Bugle Horn,
crisps and lemonade upon their lawn.
A weekly soak in a round tin bath,
towelling off by a fire in the hearth.
A viewpoint from childhood scene,
growing up at sixteen,Beech green.
My daughter blessed me,
That's for sure,
She gave me a sweet
Manicure
My fingernails,
Once a delight,
Were long and
Polished every night
By motherhood
I'd trimmed them back
Nail polish, mostly, they did lack
As I washed dishes stack by stack
Imagine now, how I would smile
To be sporting fake nails for awhile
These nails she'd polished just for me
And glued them on so tenderly
The trouble is? They will not stay,
I just lost two this very day!
I found just one, and now feel worry,
Because I just ate in a hurry...
I felt a crunch, and have a hunch
I may have eaten one for lunch
Maybe this fad is not for me
I polished off a nail...
Maybe
? ?
:(
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Have you ever heard a song that you feel with all your might
The melody, the tune, the chords hit you just right
Have you ever heard lyrics so powerful you cry
Giving the strength needed to give it one more try
At the top of your lungs poured your heart out
Danced around the room a little twist and shout
Has it brought back a memory you thought was long gone
Helped you ease your pain, helped you move on
Dedicated one to a certain special lover
One that explains your bond with another
Powers both fears and dreams, it depends on the beat
Brought you to your knees, stood you back up on your feet
My life is like a soundtrack, a tune for every mood
No matter the genre, I've always been glued
Ever since I was a child, I could feel it in my soul
Mama sang and danced, Daddy rocked and rolled
Music is in my roots, what else can I say
Music is in my words, so just sit back and press play
Buried deep in its pages
are traces of the trail
taken by a life lived by
trial and error
Thoughts and ideas floating
around light as a feather
A few profound ones maybe,
some sincere and others
just silly really
prayers, hopes and dreams
leave their mark in there
all my fears laid out bare
and clues to finding my realm
nestled between the lines
Bits of me caught in the text
by ink and glued on with love
for the word and wonder at
the mysteries of the world
my tears captured and preserved
as they flow through my memories
watering repressed anger, outrage
regret, grief,excitement, passion
and even joy on occasion
at times washing away the salt
from my weeping wounds
tiny rivers of emotion snaking
through a life well hidden
between pressed pages
My journal is my confidant,
Its confines conceal secrets
some not even my own
A trusty friend, even when I'm
being a crusty fiend
My steady ride or die
On life’s often bumpy road
At times even my confessional
where I can unburden my heart
Its been a good reminder
when I forget crucial details
And proved to be a very precise
time keeper on our varied travels
It lays right next to my head
under my pillow at night
Away from prying eyes but
still close enough to my mind
for us to hold fellowship
in our intertwined dreams
and wake up aligned as one
Form:
Opening wings spreading out
one pure beautiful image in beholding
Gracefully embracing inside visions
greeting Mother of pearl shimmering rainbow hues
Her horn sparkling tipped diamond
Under the moonlight silver gleams
Her silhouette reflecting light
Princess wearing golden horse shoes
One mane in softest satin silk
Regally standing mustang wild
Magically colored purest washed from the ocean foam
Cascading hair scenting of burnt honey
Eyes penetrating in baby blue awakening
Her long lush lashes flutter and glisten
Upon her lips last rosebud's dew
Her coat in white like slushy snowflakes
reflecting glass shards of crescent cradles
She roams the fields singing to the prince
it is only love that will finally set her free
from a curse cast on her beauty
by an evil wizard
To be the only winged unicorn
of it's kind in the world
flying into softest cushioned clouds
She dances and sings,then she stills
In distance she listens to the sound of a flute
And there She sees a gorgeous young man
lying on carpets of evergreen
along with his father,and mother the queen
Her melodic voice like that of a jeweled string harp
hypnotised the prince
He ran and ran after pink butterflies which led the way
They took him to her
They glide above them
then to the promising celestial sky
they flew away baby blue
infinite their love.
As if He knew her in another lifetime sweetly
His eyes where glued. Into her own
He knew he loved her and had to hold her
Never to leave him all by himself
regally standing mustang white
His eyes were fixed into hers...
To her he went with joyful tears
His lips brushed smoothly her every fears
As then he whispered behind her ears
You are a unicorn and I'm a man
but with no other my.heart will share
I ll make you mine if you say yes
The first winged unicorn as a princess
Then he kissed her upon her neck
and a strong wind just pushed him back
From a white horse. ,fair lady She
had now won over her destiny
The prince's lips removed the curse
Now she is his ,as he is hers
Overflowing his heart
in sweeping golden joy
forever on deep sands
living always together
in everlasting happiness
written by Liam and Charmaine
a fun write dear friend
My secret valentine
For you I do pine
Shall you ever be mine
Maybe if you do read this line
Shall we share some wine
On a moonlit sensual dine
Your eyes, with their glowish shine
Have had me glued, same as cocaine
O my valiant valentine
Give me a due moment on that dateline
When I will be able to define
How you did become my nicotine
Such has happened since I was nine
When I was struck by your moonshine
Now, whether I am offline or online
I seek only your skyline
And wish to be only a tambourine
As you are the only one of your kind
For a secret valentine
Who made me all feline
To him I shall raise a glass of brine!
I
Ne-
Ver
Want-ed
You to wo-rry a-bout me
I
Am
A-shamed...
Li-tter-al-ly
ig-nored...
so bored
Shar-pen me like a sword
In-ject ink in my blood
I will not cuss..
I will not fuss...
I will not wo-rry...
For, tru-lly
I am true with my-self
I am glued to my low self-i-mage
I am u-gly...
I am not hand-some
Like the rest...
Cuz I tried my har-dest
To write my ve-ry best po-e-try...
Guilt o-ver-flowz
Ne-ver fails...
Ne-ver fails...
Ne-ver fails...
Feel me...
Touch me...
I am numb and dumb
I am the scum...
Of the Earth...
I neeeeeeed God's ha-ven-like mirth
I wish I was not a-live
The curse of my birth as I've
Seen in the mir-ror
I am in err-or
I am like a game with a glitch
I can act like, oh no, a *****
O-pen the door
I a-dore
Leave. Me. A-lone.
Wait.
Wait.
My eyes glow-er
I grow on like a Spring flow-er
E-ver-y sin-gle ho-ur
Seed, I am...
Plant me in the river like a damn...
Cuz I real-ize...
I am as bo-ther-some as a mill-i-on flies
No more bi-dding me guh-byes
I am u-nigue
I am stoo-pid
Get rid
Of this a-nger boil-ing in me...
Get OUT of ME
Soothe me down
Massage my frown
And uplift it
Ascend thy lips
Descend thy hips
Wings of win-ter glow and grow
Lear-ning how to deal
With the pain so un-real
Now, e-ver-y-bo-dy knowz
Where the wi-cked wind blowz
I am dead in-side
But, alive in the out-side
I look in-ward
then, I look out-ward
I am awk-ward...
Like being friends with a bird
When I am the ant...
Lear-ning all o-ver a-gain
Like a cute in-fant
Like the one right next to me.
I en-ded it on a bri-ghter note at least.
This verse is mi-ghty beast.