Long Hiatus Poems
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I had gone through much heartbreak,
that I had become numb.
I couldn't feel anything at all and
I took a break…..
On myself and my upkeep,
I stayed indoors.
I became a hermit.
I didn't eat.
I didn't clean.
I drank water occasionally,
I barricaded myself within.
No one could reach me.
I didn't want to be found,
I was detached from myself and others.
I took a break……
On life and everything in it,
I just gave up.
The hiatus on life came,
to a screeching halt
when I got off my bed
and slumber. I was tired
of the darkness, so I
opened my blinds and
let the sunlight shine
through utter darkness.
Contest: Hiatus
Date Judged: February 23, 2021
01/27/2021
Write by:
Musica El Rubbia
He thought it cute the way she treated him. Mortals often use emotions to express there disappointment he spoke. He married even with these faults, spoke Aphroditie. She had his children and in the delusional state of togetherness she thought she could satisfy a God! Grandiose plans to reform a dieti often is seen as delusional and done by someone who hides behind a facade. A person that beleives in lies might be a lie: or a liar herself.Constant infidelity and threats of separation are signs of a divioce, might they wish or are in agreement. A fool follies in the murky swamps to only wish for someone to find them. Who narrarates there path to redemption.Hecate deceived Ares who had 10 of her 13 children. When Hecate was found cheating with Aether. Ares left him while Hacate was on Hiatus. she then sleep with Rhadamanthus during a passionate love affair, and changed all of Hacates childrens names to her fathers lastname making them her brothers and sisters. When Hacate came home he cursed her with a storm that only hoover over her house. Shiva the maid was asked to find an instrument to break the spell before the foundation crumbled. Shiva asked the male-witch Hypnos for use of the conch, used in rituals to create cosmic sounds or wield divine power. This would counter-act the spell and would put Hecate to sleep for an eternity. Appolo told Hacte of what his wife was doing.Hacate laughed, and said "she is a mortal, with mortal ways," Apollo told Hacte to go to her with the foolish woman playing the instrument and fall upon your knee's and hold your ears, and pretend to be asleep, I will come and take you from there to have her to beleive she has made you to sleep for eternity. During the festival of winter Hacate came baring gifts and asked his wife to for give him, she refused and asked Shiva to play the conch, she did and Hacate fell to his knee's and and pretended to be a sleep, the rain stopped and all was queit. Apollo came and asked the woman," are ye to smile at the stopping of the rain, and now that he sleeps who shall stand by him forever?" Ares looked to Apollo and said stand before me only to leave and with you might he never again be here. Take him and leave!Apollo levitated Hacate and disapeared forever asleep. So Ares and her children thought.
Blackberry Memoir
Blackberries, round and glossy,
Always invite me to return
To dusty country summer afternoons
When languid waves of mirages
Puddle into shimmering hiatus.
From the gently swaying hammock
I hear the rattle of berry pails
To see my grandmother, in her straw hat,
Smile an invitation - come with her
Into the wild blackberry patch.
Like garter snakes that hide in the thorny brambles
Tangled canes slither across the sandy path
No perfect rows only prickly trailing briars
That soar from the heart of the thicket
In arching limbs to touch on summer skies.
Like raven tresses the blackberry fruit glistens -
Capturing sweetness from the glowing sun -
Purple stained fingers release the ripeness
Then hear it plunk in the berry bucket -
Delicious as raindrops in a summer storm.
Warm evening settles in contented sighs
Watching moonlight creep through tangled vines
When juicy blackberry pie warm from the oven
Arrives on clear plates with salivating praise
Topped with ice cream dripping down the sides.
When autumn strips the jumbled canes
To lie barren beneath the winter sun
My grandmother’s blackberry jam journeys
In reveries of summer days to come
When simple berry picking untangles life.
8-2-22
Contest: Your Thoughts on Blackberries
Sponsor: Matt Caliri
My health is back; I am almost normal
I had been in the bowels of depression
after eight weeks of shingles that took me out and shook me
I saw my friends yesterday, for the first time
Seeing them is a great way to generate poem ideas
Their stories are always funny and spicy.
My grandchildren came over last week.
They were so glad to see me alive and healthy
After a hiatus that seemed to last ten years!
I am drawing cartoons, and painting in my studio.
It waited for me, happily, ready to give me joy
Whenever I was ready.
I picked up a dictionary yesterday and began
Looking for new words. I have a word list all over a page.
They are ready when I am ready.
In the meantime I am back in my studio drawing
Faeries, witches, cats, dragons, and pirate ships.
My health is so great, I dare you to make me walk that plank.
I dare you to try and get my goat.
I dare you to irritate me. My health is back!
I am enthusiastically me again. Splash.
The sibilant wind blows
over frosted shingles of cracked porcelain.
Passed chain link a fissured road
wends the dry creek of my mind;
downtown the stars are charted
at a four-way stop of plywood windows,
oxidized copper's turquoise matte.
The poetry of rolled metal
wheezes mortal prose among tall weeds,
the crumbling concrete of promises.
I see it all from my window as if in trance,
a séance with the clock ticking
lifetimes of stanzas in one minute
as a For Sale sign clanks its chant on the fence.
Memory's verses were shipped ahead,
away from draped shadows
of bloodless marquees.
Sweeping remnant words
is like herding tears found in shards
of a broken tea cup.
A hiatus appeared in life's narrative,
but syllables in the tome are my amulets.
2/21/19
Wishing a truer vision of self
expression that breaks the mold of concealment
to face the costs of starkly truthful
to restore confidence chipped, eroded
to drain a bog of self doubt reason
Resolved the splattered mess of sham posing ends
my muffled cry, "Do it now"
Kick start a rush that fills one's veins
voicing faith that needs unearthing
breaking fragments of hibernation
Something happens
we lose our way
tightly wound plans fray
Agitated self hits the pause button
pandemic lethal from variants brutal
Sign around my neck: "Do Not Disturb
Self Improvement on Hiatus"
Poem composed: January 29, 2021 (revised April 12th)
Just in case you wondered...
Yours truly, (i.e. I) quickly
became hypnagogic afore
subsequently segueing soundly
into autohypnosis booklore,
while binge reading courtesy
regarding aptitude chore
treasure trove books galore
five dollars as many
paginated fictitious stories ('bout deplore
hubble basket cases) fit into authorized bag
infernal challenge sifting evermore
alum skid more or less
bending and reaching skyhigh
toe tilly (ejaculating
what the heel) footsore
compromising writing, rather heretofore
indulging insatiable knowledge
(surpassing narcotic fix),
the world wide web hide ignore
engrossed various and sundry
enchanting, kickstarting, and revelling - bonjour
dear reader buzzfeeding...
Till chief hankering
(regarding appeasing passionate
word loving aficionado,
albeit temporarily ceased
(think intellectual fancy feast)
getting imagination (mine) linkedin
outspeeding lightning greased
experiencing cerebral capacity increased
virtual make believe
terra incognita leased.
insatiable jabberwocky yen
countless hours elapsed when
inconvenient wont head sleep
wracked courtesy (bowling) ten
pins nabbed mettlesome ambulation
often found me - hen (pecked) hex pen
sieve dishabille scattered brained brute
somnambulant analogous awake burning ken
kindled smoldering cognitive tinder even...
Chilly cooling off, where
temporal lobed hiatus taken
beefing portfolio in effort to scare
back poetic proclivity despite near
severe withdrawal symptoms
reacquainting novelty here
with effort to jog capacity
to craft poem quite aware...
Unsuspecting readers breathed
sigh of relief interim joker I went absent
posting trademark gobbledygook,
now unnamed fool rushes in,
where angels fear to tread - nay cent
return of native son unequivocally, pinterestingly
digitally... afore written dive versification
brandishing said as unsung literary event
psalm time sacrilegious Jew bull gent
bringing entertainment intent
to thee anonymous
analogously, humorously, and parenthetically
lamely affecting (i.e. poorly emulating)
Shakespearean belles lettres,
perhaps coronavirus pathogen
t'will cut me down, whereby
microbial size Clark Kent,
whoops twas Lois Lane I meant
to empower one meek and obedient
primate even during
but, and, or conjunctive
rutting season quiescent.
Hi everybody, I am nobody; Why do all the somebodies keep jacking my... junk.
Nothing I say changes or sways opinions: Stop looking for LINES WITH the punch.
I am out to lunch, just a li'l old nobody, a termagant, with a rant. I am no-one:
Why is someone getting paid to monitor?
What I say, in no way could effect change...So why are you checking and holding my post hostage with all this blockage ...? What a waste of money and time.
I do not put thoughts on anyone's mind.
Nor do I give sight to the blind. Gees-us, I am just a no-one, that anyone listens to. Nor adheres to, or cheers for-Or care for - Or even cares too.
So please let me speak freely and stop thinking that I am making quantum leaps; When we” nobodies” are in a huddle, trying to jump over this little puddle.
The “Somebodies” are making asses out of the masses”.
You enjoy seeing me beat my wings against the bars. Or like a lab rat going through your maze to take the bait, you’d like to see me get Irate: (for more than four hours, our mainstream team) got played out of position, berated us, with a football hiatus. Black, brown, and white united for a non-cause, adrenaline screaming at the same screen.
You want to know my reaction, is that how you get satisfaction?... Well "beat your feet to the beat" of my jaws jabbing -
The somebodies are setting traps.
But I am a smart rat. I am nobody, and nobody didn’t go for that.! Even if you could catch my drift.
Someone went to great lengths to create that rift.
Everyone cannot see what I am saying; Could never, “see what I am saying”, because what I am saying is only for those who need to know!
"Do you see what I am saying". “I am just saying”.
Those of you who hear me "Holla":
But don't take the bait, or get sidetracked, stay focused, “pay attention to what's not being mentioned”.
Check and see how many moves were made when you were looking in the other direction. Always remember the greatest weapon they have is the “Weapon of Mass Distraction” Which, stops everyone's actions, and counteractions.!
“that is all I am saying”
A message from nobody.
Math, the words strike terror in my soul. I never got it.
Well, maybe once, but a long time ago, before you were born.
When I returned to college after a twenty-five year hiatus,
A math teacher discovered that I had forgotten all of it.
Everything was gone.
The xs and ys and parenthesis were an anomolly to me.
She was kind, and patient.
She re-taught me from ground zero,
amazed that I had lost every memory of math
probably thanks to a less-than kind or understanding math teacher.
That was twenty-three years ago.
I am pretty sure if I had to understand math again today,
I would have to start at third grade level, page one.
WHAT KATIE DID
Katie had jogged my elbow at the poker table
I tried to snatch back my chips but was unable
And I guess I was causing some sort of hiatus
A bet’s a bet, quite irrespective of one’s status
My pleadings were drowned out in that babel
Could I lose all that money sent over by cable
Other players showed no evidence of amity
Their gain will be my loss, and a real calamity
A bet once placed, is like making a contract
By now, any smile on my face had cracked
To regular rich punters a loss doesn’t matter
But for me, it’s my world that could shatter
I held my breath at the the fate I was dealt
All could clearly witness the pain that I felt
The highest bid that I had apparently made
My hand that must now have to be played
Perhaps the others thought I was a kidder
But it’s what a high bidder has to consider