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Premium Member Keola: Sonnet - SHM

"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
~~
plans to turn the clock's hands

*fehl: fault; flaw; failure
Form: Sonnet


The First Time You Broke Me

**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

Heavy Footprints

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
© Tom H.  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Growing Up

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.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Nail Fail


                                        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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Form: Rhyme


Soundtrack

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
Form: Rhyme

My Journal

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:

Premium Member A Unicorn Spell

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

Premium Member To a Secret Valentine

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!

One Part 2

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.

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