Long Loan Poems
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On guard
Weapons drawn
Razor edged dialogue
Cutting deep into the last breath of affection
Words spewing like acid,
staining our masterpiece.
Colors melting into gray
bubbling with the sounds of disaster
"Fu*k You's" crescendo
into the odor of hate
Your Teflon tongue spills explanations
with non stick sincerity
A reservoir of "I'm sorrys"
burst into a flood of tears
You become a one woman waterfall
Your love was financed
Compounding interest
Loan shark terms
With a heart that carried a second mortgage
I'm the victim of foreclosure
Left empty, blindsided ,cold cocked
From your drive by lie
Our love now crippled and maimed
Searching for a handicapped parking place
Hello there, all my Earthling friends
Gotta a warning, so listen for a spell
Been through bad stuff up here on Zyron
Now looking for new place to dwell
Foolishly ignored all the dire warnings
Certain we could sustain the abuse
What a huge mistake in judgement that was
Tried for eons but it was just no use
So if you want to save Planet Earth
Here's some advice you should ponder
Listen to me, I'm Izar from Zyron
Your planet will soon be no longer
Change the way you look at the world
You're really only here for a while
Treat it with kindness, it's a precious loan
So once more your planet can smile
Hello there, all my Earthling friends
Be smart, don't give up the fight
Your planet looks so beautiful from up here
Brightest star in the heavens each night
Your sufferings, all alone
To your rescue, a loan
Instantly, a seed you've sown
Finally, you smell nice in your cologne
and now, they say him we own
Their hats, each takes off for you
Like a gullible ewe,
Thou attend to the needs of not just a few
In the mad rush to help all in queue,
Their jealous minds have you no cue
A pit, they dug and covered with a mat
In the night, they dash out like a bat
and in the morning discuss where you sat
In the midst of cats, an innocent rat
Playing not outside its flat
Certainly, the one you love you know
The one who loves you? No!
Sometimes the one you love, a foe
In your creator, you glow
and reap what you sow
Bought an old cottage
In the country side
Needs some renovation
Have to modernize
On a plot of land all on its own
Wanna make this house a home
Gonna fix those windows
New bathroom too
Another thatched roof
Make it brand new
Go to the bank and ask for a loan
Wanna make this house a home
It needs some plastering
The kitchens a mess
But it’s got character
Style and the rest
Fallen in love with these pretty stones
Gonna make this house a home
It’s a house of two seasons
Picture cosy evenings
Sitting by the open fire
I get a special feeling
From those old oak beams
Gonna make this house my desire
You choose the wallpaper
And I'll pick the leather
I'm sure we'll be happy
Decorating together
Can't think of anything
Than designing together
To make this house a home
This house is not a home
Without the finishing touch
I'll build a wall out the front
Put fence out the back
Lights along the pathway
Flowers and some gnomes
Now doesn't that look sweet
This house is our home
© Copyright KC.Leake
26th June 2015
All Rights Reserved
Inspired by Jan Allison's brilliant "Eye Rowed My Hoarse",
top winner of the July 2021 Word Play contest.
I'm knew to this language; it baffles me sew!
With so many mysteries I wish too no -
I came to this country wile seeking warm climb
but I get awl flustered when righting a rime.
Sea, homophones throe me, they drive me inn seine
each weak I fined gnu ones, their such a big pane.
That last couplet had maybe seven ore ate
(I red it allowed butt I cant keep them strait!)
Eyed herd that this language can be vary crewel,
two words sound alike but there meanings are duel.
They say it’s the most daunting language yule find -
two solve this wood take a reel lode off my mined.
If a rose is arose, then wheel call spayed a spade,
let a male be a mail, and a maid be a made.
A horse is a hoarse, but of course, but of coarse,
though the rules of rite spelling are hard to in force.
I've pulled sow much hare out, aye think isle go bawled -
I'm certain I've misspelled sum words eye just scrawled.
Its enough to make even the mightiest feint
but aisle martial my forces and rays no complaint.
If this struck a cord - if you feel up a creak
know you're knot a loan, yore dismay's not unique.
Perhaps it is fête that has shone us assign,
let's bye some pail ail aura glass of wight whine.
And pleas don't dessert me, I so knead ewe they're,
I still wont to learn how two wright with moor flare.
Buy now you've disk hovered I rote this ingest,
if ewe care to try won yourself, bee my guessed!
Was I crazy to think I was entitled to your heart?
Oh, excuse me. This is exactly what entitlement looks like. The audacity, to even write in these exclusive parts.
How dare I put down in ink, my emotions or feelings about you?
If they truly ask, would you tell them the truth?
How crazy it is to think I stole your heart?
This heart that has only one owner and is only shared when it desires to, "but I love you".
Was I crazy to think I was entitled to your heart?
For me, to loan you mines, then for you to rip it apart.
Oh, excuse me! I guess I'm to blame, knowing I should have known better, "these" same games.
How crazy it is to think I stole your heart? Apparently, it wasn't mines from the start.
Form:
Favorite Carolyn Devonshire Poem
History Rising from the Sea
Treasure from the sea
Golden doubloon
Sixteenth century artifact
By ancestors hewn
Earth's history lays buried
Beneath five oceans
As undersea tremors
Create violent commotions
Freeing from Spanish galleons
Precious metals, gemstones,
To greet early beachcombers
History on loan
Memories of bygone ages
Scattered on the sand
Finally kissed by sun again
While in a searcher's hand
I pursue this morning trek
With Atlantis on my mind
Seeking proof at last
In treasures I might find
When ancient civilations
Seem to disappear
Comb the beach, you might find
The evidence is here
For from a phoenix rising
New finds appear each day
And I'll not stop searching
Till doubts I can allay
Caroline and I shared of love of water - she the ocean and I lakes and Puget Sound. Her poems flow like tides - effortlessly - with bits of wisdom scattered like treasures of seashells or driftwood found on the beach. This poem speaks of our mutual love of beachcombing for treasures and the pondering of history brought to mind by life's flotsam.
The poem below represents my tribute to Carolyn.
Girl on a Dolphin
Stargazing ocean pixie
Rides the playful weathered waves
To surf the ocean tides
With laughing dolphins
Leaps to catch Delphinus
Starfarer in a star bound chrysalis
To ride this five star celestial constellation
On heaven sent lapis astral waters
Wearing moonstones like Apollo’s poetry
Where starry Aquila flies to Lyra’s music.
Salt spattered waves only gaze
At a girl – eternal sea sprite –
That sits atop a stellar dolphin
And feels the shell torn loss
Of feet that danced through tidal pools,
Delight and awe surging through her signature,
As time bound day searches midnight legends
To align in twinkling sidereal day –
A quest for remnant memories in verses
Of a star born spirit – girl riding on a dolphin.
For Carolyn
8-19-21
Contest: Celebrating Carolyn's Poetry – Not a Contest
Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich
The constellation Delphinus is made up of five stars and can be seen between the constellations of Aquila, the Eagle, and Lyra, the Lyre. It is named for two Greek legends based on dolphins one of which tells of Apollo setting a dolphin in the sky in gratitude for saving the Greek poet Arion. Apollo is the god of music and poetry.
I have always had a little black dress;
more than one, but rarely more than one at a time.
My favorite one was borrowed by a cousin.
Someone I did not know well.
I had offered her other dresses,
but she grabbed the one I really did not want to loan to her.
Every fiber of my being said “NO! Do not loan this one!”
It was my all-time favorite little black dress.
It had rhinestones embedded in it, and it looked fabulous on me.
She seemed sincere in telling me she would bring it back.
And she was a first cousin.
I have never forgotten that she never brought it back.
I called her and asked for it several times.
She called me six months later and told me she had brought it back.
“I gave it to your kids,” she said. I knew it was a lie.
Thanks to her deceit, I
now listen to that voice that says “NO!” and I believe it.
This happened forty years ago, but I have never forgotten it.
A lesson learned in pain.
A man with dreams, so bright and grand,
Sought capital from a bank's cold hand.
He borrowed much, with hope so high,
Bet his house, beneath the sky.
The bank’s burden, a weight unseen,
He turned to cheer in a bar’s dim sheen.
With borrowed funds, he drank his fill,
A fleeting joy, but fate’s cruel thrill.
A girl beside, with eyes that gleam,
Whispered promises, a fleeting dream.
To a motel’s room, they swiftly flew,
In the haze of night, where shadows grew.
Awoke alone, with dawn’s cruel light,
The woman gone, without a fight.
The motel's manager, demand so fierce,
For payment due, his woes increase.
In search of her, in clubs and bars,
He faced only silence, under stars.
Heavy labor to pay the cost,
Of dreams now shattered, all but lost.
A year of toil, his health declines,
AIDS/HIV, the cruelest sign.
From a fleeting touch, his life now frayed,
A cautionary tale of debts unpaid.
In shadows deep, where dreams collide,
He pays the price, where hopes reside.
A man who reached for dreams so high,
Found only burdens beneath the sky.
The son-in-law was growing desperate
Seeing that his father-in-law wasn't dying.
Juan Sancho's reasons were
That he had gone into debt
Taking out loans in his daughter's name
Deceiving her by saying
That the money he brought home
Was the fruit of his labor and the sweat of his brow
When, in truth, he was a lazy, crooked man
With a silver tongue and a swagger.
The debt collectors
Dressed in black like crows
Were waiting for the son-in-law to come and tell them:
-He's dead now.
Tomorrow I'll inherit and give you the money.
However, good old Antonio, his father-in-law
Who knew him very well
As if he had given birth to him
Hesitatingly told him:
-Wait a little while, Juan Sancho
Wait a bit
Until Death comes for me.
Juan Sancho, furious
Went to his mother-in-law and asked her for money
To treat the loan sharks
To whom he said:
-Damn, he's still alive.
Let's go to the hospital cafeteria
For some coffee.
Juan Sancho left with the loan sharks.
More people came to see how the sick man was doing.
The nurse who came to see Antonio
Saspitably told us:
-Antonio is already suffering in Purgatory.
Death has him ready.
At that moment, from between Antonio's legs
In the bed, already completely collapsed
Through the fly of his pajamas appeared
An erect that no one expected
And let his wife say
That she couldn't get rid of the ********
Not even by giving him a solemn handjob.
They called the hospital priest
Tenaciously reciting an Our Father
A Hail Mary and a Creed
And if you want rice Catalina!
Nothing worked, the ******** remained.
The doctor at the Móstoles Hospital in Madrid
Who signed the death certificate,
Announced to us:
-Antonio has died of a stroke
With a solemn ******** unforgivable.
Juan Sancho, upon hearing the news,
Cheerfully and happily entered the room
Saying to the debt collectors
Who followed him:
-He's dead. The devils have taken him.
The debt collectors replied:
-Now we believe you.