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My ancestors came here long ago
Tough and strong not weak
But somewhere down along the line
Something went terribly wrong
And now I have to sit here and deal with my legacy
Of not what I thought it would be
Not where I choose to be right now
The legacy that’s me.
I can’t escape the past
The memories seem to last
Of the horrors of what has come before
The graveyard is the place
I can see it on my face
My family’s legacy of suicide
is haunting me.
My generational legacy
Is it going to kill me
Or will it just let sleeping dogs lie
And allow me to exist
Will it allow me to just to see
The me that I am meant to be
To live beyond my years
To grow beyond the tears
To handle all my fears
To defy what could have been
My legacy.
(November 13, 2010 Wausau, Wisconsin)
(c) Copyright 2010 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved
Softly she whispers
Afraid to wake him
Better to let sleeping dogs lie
Her eyes speak
Of deep fear that resides in her soul
Quickly she packs just enough
To leave, to escape, to be free
"Don't speak. Be very quiet".
She whispers to the little boy
Such a cute boy-he looks just like him
Maybe there's a chance for him
To grow up and be a better man
No ugly words, no anger, no hitting
Out the door and down the street
They wait for the bus
Mother and child
Alone in a cold blue world
She clutches his hand and weeps
Makeup can no longer hide the bruises
"Mommy where are we going?"
"Away, far far away"
"Will Daddy Come?"
"No."
She drops the empty bottle
Of sleeping pills into the trash bin
And lifts the boy to her
Kissing his chill cheek as they enter the bus
"Daddy's in Dreamland now."
Pride and Prejudice A Dog’s Tale
Simply scratching is really not fair
said King Kong to the mut in his lair
you’ve laid down with me’s
and I’m covered with fleas
Now, Fay Wray will end our affair!
Oh well, said the pink Pomeranian
Find a pet, a bit, more pedestrian
Let sleeping dogs lie
too near to your thigh
or go for a prize more Wagnerian!
Brunhilda you see cares not if you’ve fleas
for horned helmets has she’s for releases
She’ll scratch your back
when fleas attack
That Fay Wray lacks tact and she sneezes!
~Lie down with dogs, wake up with fleas
~~Let sleeping dogs lie
*The 1933 original version of King Kong
stared actist Faye Wray as the apes girlfriend.
**A pomeranian is a long haired German dog.
***Wagner is a German composer who wrote The Ride of the Valkyries
Brünnhilde is one of the eight valkyrie sisters, commonly seen
in horned helmets who bring souls to Valhala.
Everyone harbors a tattered fleet of bygones in dock
Old scores and sores of direct hits we've sustained
In past long gone battles and tussles, well past o'clock
But held as bygone mementos, your slate unclean and stained.
Forgiveness should not forget, but should move on.
Let sleeping dogs lie, let bygones lie and be bygones.
What's done can't be undone, let it be dusted and gone.
Bury your bygones deep, so your future is not cluttered with cons.
People you know and meet will tattle and tell on friends
Gossip truths and whoppers about what they have done wrong
But how does that help to make up, move on with amends
When the legacy of the past lingers, but should be long gone.
Like cartoon balloons, or stickies, bygones not gone
Pop up with messages, above friends, about who did what to whom.
Clean the slate, clean the desks, restart with blank icon
Having processed and churned over a past, rendered in salt, a plume.
Resolve to build resilience to cope with what's past
Expand your social engagement, divorce your bygones to past mast nailed
Set bygones adrift to be dashed in storms offshore, your harbor clean at last
To welcome fresh blow-ins with 'let's make up' blazoned on sail.
Mischievous Cats
Bella and Shadow nestled in their woven beds on the cat tree.
Bella stretches out her legs and purrs.
"Psst, Psst. Hey, Shadow, are you up for some fun?"
"Sure!” Shadow purred, "What do you have in mind?"
"Let's go tease Peeddie.
Let's see how far he can stretch from his leash.
He is always eager to see us come near;
a stretch from his leash, whip lash for him."
Together, bolting for the stairs, they waited, looking around.
Out the pet door they hurried, down the porch steps and started across the yard.
Shadow caught up with Bella.
They crept ahead with a mission, staying low, using the bushes for cover.
Peeddie lies basking in the sun sleepy against a stake driven firmly into the ground, instead of his pillow inside his home.
Bella and Shadow creep forward through the mulch beneath the bushes,
a twig snapped off to one side.
Bella stared at Shadow and whispered,
"Hush! We don't want to warn Peeddie we're close."
Peedie, arose when he heard the snap, saw the two cats,
with precision, unleash his position.
"Uh-Oh!" Bella hissed and spat.
"W-h-a-t? Oh my gosh! ", Shadow said.
Somersaulted back home; for it had rain the night before and the ground became so soft, Peeddie had pulled out the stake.
Bella and Shadow bolted across the yard back through the pet door up the stairs.
They found out it was better to sleep like a mouse and let sleeping dogs lie.
Moral of the story,
Leave something alone if it might cause trouble.
07~10~16
Debate also should rage if doctors know
The mystery that human body is:
It takes two hundred muscles, all on go
To take but one baby step with some ease,
Body veins stretched, end to end were to ply,
Two rounds around Earth’s bosom well are made,
Body cells in millions when daily die,
An equal sum in even time gets bred.
And yet nigh little’s known of universe
That lies within— we know more of far space,
Of ailing body, it gets even worse,
Ah ignorance is bliss should God us bless!
If left are we to let sleeping dogs lie,
What happened years back would ever apply?
No, what happened would never apply,
For, human soul always knows how to heal
If can silence noise of mind raging high,
Few patients have due patience and will.
As every patient has to find his peace,
I too had to, and realized rather late,
Though I suffered, shed tears to seek my bliss,
For, things happen only at its due date.
To heal, we seldom go to a healer,
I perhaps approached not someone that heals,
Maybe, he was more meant things to trigger,
Maybe, I could not silent my mind’s ills,
My endurance did build a defence wall,
Two scores and more years back, as I recall.
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Crown of sonnets | 03.11.2012, revised July 2023|
Poet’s note: With these last two parts, IX and X, the sequel of ten sonnets constituting one single poem called a crown of sonnets is concluded. The last line of the preceding sonnet is repeated as the first line of the next sonnet, but not verbatim; nor is the first line of the poem is the last line taken totally as is. The sestets are either a quartet and a couplet or two sets of three-lined Terza Rima. Hurt is the place from where light enters, and it did, I realized after my long-drawn medical treatment.
You'd better take care whom you choose as a mark.
For this old dog’s bite is much worse than his bark.
If you’re going to poke him best have a long stick,
‘Cause this here old dog, well, he’s got some new tricks.
It is better for you to let sleeping dogs lie.
There’s still lots of fight left, but go on and try.
If you light the fuse know you'll find a short wick,
And this here old dog, well, he’s got some new tricks.
It's not the dog's size but the size of the fight.
Don’t laugh at the bark or you will feel the bite.
Don't push him too far ‘cause some things you can’t fix,
And this here old dog, well, he’s got some new tricks.
If you see the old dog, best leave him alone.
He’s watching you close so you don’t take his bone.
If you mess around you will find out right quick
That this here old dog, well, he’s got some new tricks.
I The spice of life
Lasr twenty years and there’s no halt,
In all my matters you find fault…
One more dear, be quite clear,
Twenty and one more year,
And we are counting still,
You take it when I deal,
Tell me if you have any alt.
II Rebirth
Where in the hell, have you gone dead?
Here, dear, the husband showed his head.
If there be a rebirth,
This was fastest on Earth,
And made quicker thanks to wife’s dread!
III Let sleeping dogs lie
A portrait painter to a man:
Your wife so alive paint I can,
You’ll feel, she just would walk
To you and start to talk….
Let sleeping dogs lie now and then.
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Limericks |01.08.2023|marriage, humour
Poet’s note: These limericks give the taste of a peculiar salt called Indian marriage. It often rubs in the wounds, but still the spice of life all the same. Yea, the ‘life’ of married life without which marriage would look pale. It is this salt that marriages last here. As to the third limerick, here is an apology to my female poet friends. As you know well, poetry is not something to be taken literally. A metaphor’s tone and tenor is not for literal transfer.