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*Image of Avengers: Infinity War Quotes That Will Make You Think Differently by Society19 UK.
It Happens
It sucks...
when your owie
remains disregarded
because your adhesive band-aid
decides to stuck itself
obstinately
mid tries,
It sucks...
when the lights to
your preferred restaurant
flicker's off when you all arrive
and its sign says open
daily twenty
three hours,
It sucks...
when our autos
license plates custom-made
said, "HIS" and "HERS" and after our
divorce, she then changed it
so now it reads,
"WAS HIS",
It sucks...
when I go to
the zoo to throw peanuts
to the elephants to feed them
but because of my size
they throw peanuts
at me,
It sucks...
when I was at
the airport to buy a
plane ticket for a noontime flight
she says, "Is that twelve noon?"
I said, "No, it's...
two noon?!?!?"
Ugh!
*Heptastich, a poem in 7 lines, syllabic, 2-4-6-8-6-4-2
2020 August 15
College daze and younger days with my girl who brings me a luxury of comfort and she goes good with anything like Adidas slides
Three stripes like the three rings, two promises leading up to the real thing
You, Lo, and me, our forever family, do the best things come in threes?
Adidas slides with the Nike shorts because we don’t care about what they have to say
His and Hers setting relationship goals our love feels unfair
Too good to be true every time you say I love you
We have a different type of vibe and I am always down to ride as long as it’s you I am dying for
I know I am selfish too much and get on your nerves more often than I should so please don’t hate me
Because life is a trip and sometimes feels like a slip, and slide because it’s hard to get a grip when life is overwhelming you
So, I’ll just keep looking at you because even when we fight something you do calms me down like my headphones are in, walking down the street, and you know what is on my feet
Are you walking next to me…?
Let’s go to the movies and not dress up this time
p.s. just our love, shorts, leggings, t-shirt, shades, and Adidas slides…
I’ve been a man and I’ve been a woman,
and nothing in between;
I’ve liked men, loved women
and hated everyone around me;
I’ve been a model student and a failure;
A daughter and a painful,
painful reminder of youth slipping away.
I’ve been big, defensive and dangerous,
I’ve been small, submissive and scared;
I held you in my hands and I watched as you fell.
I was thin when you met me, even though I didn’t realise;
I always saw myself as a storm cloud, rumbling and dark,
ready to shoot arrows, not aiming to hurt anyone,
and engulfing the trees with my wrath.
I’ve been yours, and theirs, and his and hers;
I’ve been the rock at the shore waiting for the waves to break;
I’ve been everywhere, and nowhere, and where?
Where can I find a place where I can finally be myself?
The unlit corner in the back of the room,
The crowd had gone their way,
She strummed the urgency oozing from him,
With a dance and a swing and a play,
Which grew to a song of euphoria,
Something all hidden and dark,
It grew to him gripping with both his hands,
Leaving his tag, his mark,
And she shared her secret with nobody else,
Her addiction was theirs alone,
These rendezvous, filled with fury,
Was his and hers to own,
His lust, her desire, their secluded romance,
His spellbinding grip on her hair,
Is real for both these forbidden night lovers,
In their fantastically fierce affair.
The empty nest syndrome
Looking up, into the skies, clouds form
an empty nest, it becomes the norm.
I do not desire to know the empty nest syndrome!
Yet must, as my young Bird seldom comes home.
It is a natural process- an inevitable course for life,
yet it is difficult to accept, worrying, living with strife
as one observes, in horror and looks, with fear,
into the eyes of all you gave to, seeing it slowly disappear
into the groping claws of ?, losing what is Dear,
to the insanity of this insane, as he takes hold
of your beloved, young Daughters innocence, to mold
her – with empty promises – into the likeness of him,
this punk, pr~ck, as~~ole demented, who’s light is so dim,
shadow cannot be seen, life for my Beauty, is a black hole abyss
from which she may not escape – a good life she will miss –
from this place, this place she sees not nor able to rise above,
thinking she feels ?, believing his feelings are love,
this sh~t he lays on her – this sick demented f~ck
who uses, abuses, plays her, drags her into the muck
because he can, because of her naiveté, her obsession,
her insecurities, her innocent beauty, her depression.
In his life time - an innocent cute ty, never !, never !,
again to know, as never before, nor after – ever !
It is no wonder, under his thumb, he keeps my Melanie,
trapped by all – his and hers – she unable to set herself free
as he plays his mind games – threats that will not let her be
a woman, on her own – in the right hands - that I might see
come to maturity in all her beauty – not to be – to high the fee !
B. J. “A ” 2
October 2nd 2004
We finish each other’s sentences
And laugh at his and hers silly jokes
We anticipate one another’s needs
Taking for granted that it’s just so
I try to act surprised
When you throw out of the blue
Now and then throughout the day
Those sweet little I love you’s
We can keep no secrets
From each other
Above it all
We’re best of friends
You scratch my back
And I scratch yours
I love you so
And you love me
At the end of the day
There’s nowhere
We’d rather be
Than by each other’s side
Always it amazes me
How you can be more
Lovingly predictable
Than the sun above
A hug a nibble
A kiss goodnight
I’ll miss you and
See you in the morning
Read on air by invitation ~ May 5, 2021 'WORDS & MUSIC'
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
The catalyst of two faces, his and hers,
bookends with pleasure dais in between.
Faithfully compacted on canvas, concurs,
never turning ones back, remains clean.
Sharp brush of Chagall, floats lovers.
Their passion, a cloud in lala land, hovers.
Circus performer on ochre horse forbids
openness and honesty of their lofty eyelids.
Marc’s pallet red and black succinctly
paints an inseparable couple, for better;
worse, flower-veins glory and pain distinctly
shady, married-hair worn romantic with fetters.
Poet decides his circus lacks an idyllic affinity .
With pain, questions whether to smoke or abstain.
A satisfied artist, elongates his masculinity —
triad of instruments, hard lines against grain.
11/25/2020
He devastated foreign pastures
As a cog in a well oiled evil wheel
A nameless legalized conqueror
They praised his endless courage
Reckless bravery under command
Following orders no questions asked
The contest was rigged in his favour
A mega machine against a few guns
Foes fell like pins in a bowling alley
He rolled the dice over life and demise
Life was cheap at the price of a bullet
He pulled the trigger as if he had been
At the shooting gallery in his hometown
Remembered his childhood sweetheart
And the pink teddy bear he gave her
A few rag dolls survived in the ruins
Life was a thunderous blast for the killer
Until a land mine felled his glorious quest
Did not feel much no time to beg for mercy
A soldier ground into a desert of pain
Thus the invader unceremoniously vanished
Into the dust of memory’s timeless barrel
Only for some other pawn to take his place
Posthumously they awarded a Purple Heart
In pride pinned a medal onto his imaginary chest
Though he had none left to feature the badge
His coffin was empty and bugles betrayed
The meaning of a star spangled banner
Draped over the fact that he had no grave
The red white and blue of the flag hurt her eyes
Soon enough his children forgot their father
The widow struggled with his merit under fire
Shed tears onto the ribbon bestowed in vain
Crushed the award in a grinder of sadness
They say time is a limitless healer for mourning
And that this too will pass for a grieving soul
That warriors are not immortal in light of the cause
For a cross is forever and blood dries in the sun
But when she sees no valid reason for his demise
She becomes a miserable ghost slaughtered by proxy
As she retrieves a shred of resilience and braves demons
His and hers and faces a dim smile on a fading photo
Anger turns into guilt for she too had supported the war
A white flag holds more credence than shredded bones
05th May 2020
You play with my beard while I play with your hair
You look so cute in my hat
The little things make my world so much bigger with you
And I just want to travel until I know the deepest thoughts and wishes of your mind
What are you thinking when you look into my eyes but words don’t come out
What troubles you when oceans leak from your eyes
Why do you smile
Let me take care of you and let’s live life like nothing else matters
She loves my beard and I love her derriere, she wears my hats so well
I wear your hair ties on my wrist
And you keep my jacket even when it’s not cold
p.s. a little bit of her always made his better…