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I am cracked, dropped, thrown, hurt and broken into pieces.
But whatcha mad at me fa?
I don’t understand.
Look... You called him over and over, nine times in a row, I had nothing to do with him not answering you or calling you back.
You got mad because he blocked you.
You sent that video to yo friend and she uploaded it to social media.
So whatcha mad at me fa?
You were looking and snooping through his phone and read text messages and saw some ssh you didn’t wanna see, now your insecurity level is in the triple digits.
You took those nude photos and sent it to him and he showed all his homies.
So whatcha mad at me fa?
You answered him at 2 in da morning and let him talk that crap in yo ear.
You lowered your standards and accepted less than you deserve.
You chose to mess with a married man and be a side piece.
You knew he couldn't be with you on holidays.
So whatcha mad at me fa?
You allowed him to control your mood and attitude
You gave him the power to detect how yo day was going to go
You listened to that lie and believed it.
You thought money could buy you love.
You, You, YOU!
But cha’ wanna get mad at me.
You wanna call me stupid and throw me up against the wall and pitch me out the window and crack me in the head with a hammer and try and flush me down the toilet and hurt me in whatever way possible and fa what? You already showed me that you can’t live without me, so please treat me with care and love me like I love you.
Love Always,
Your Cell Phone
Boy I swear, sometimes these cellphones can't catch a break, lol.
I am a nurse. It is a difficult job, very stressful and emotional. The patients need
us to be at our best. Nurses are required to be dedicated, caring, responsible and
compassionate to others. Nurses need tons of empathy not only for their patients
and families, but for each other. Now, I have met some mean people in my life
so far, you know friends who disappoint, even family members at times. But I was
shocked to find a nurse who was the absolute worst gossip and bully. Imagine
that! She would join groups to degrade, gossip, insult, sabotage, be mean and
spread lies. How can there be team work with bullying going on? Each person even
if a newbie should be treated with respect, after all everyone was new once! It
always appalled me and from my very beginnings I have never been part of gossip.
Once, for fun, I told the big gossip a story, that I was having an affair with a
older, well off, married man, and I whispered, "PLEASE, don't tell anyone!" Well,
that spread like wildfire. Seriously, a nurse being so cruel is something no one
would expect but trust me she is a pretty good talker. " Oh did you see her
flirting at the Christmas party with every guy!( I think that one was TRUE) Did you
see how much time she spends with her patients and with talking to the families,
REALLY! Oh look at her playing goody, goody with the head nurse! Did you know
she is having an affair with an older, well off, married man, yes, its true she told
me herself!"
this girl was brand new
I did not understand why-
my t e a r s gave me strength
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June 15, 2016
Poetry/Narrative with Senyru/The Pretty Talker
Copyright Protected, ID 16-800-637-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the contest, Pretty Talker,
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If any one wants to know what happened betweened
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the companie.. The Poets here are great.. and welcome me back with open arms.
But it seems like thier is a few of the newer poets. Wants answers that is none of
their buisness.. and even acussed me. of being to forward with the Ladies.. on this
sight.. everybody know I am a married Man.. and a third of my poems are about my
wife.. so this acusser... May ask all the qestions she wants. I am still the same Jack..
and I will refuse to change my poetry.. or comment.. because I like to be true full..
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Form:
Father, dear Father
Second Father, earthy one
In thanksgivings, I’m thanks giving
Glad you were my dad
A Naval man
An Auto Detailer
A husband spouse
A Father
Father, O’ dear Father
I thank you for always
Co-providing
Always being present
A Veteran
A small gentle man
A married man to one woman
A husband spouse
A Father
Father, dear Father
Second Father, earthy one
In thanksgivings, I’m thanks giving
Glad you were my dad
On this warm September day
I am ever so thank-full this day
Thanksgiving, thanksgivings to you,
~you whom was birth on this day
~dedicated verse to my earthly Father
Joseph Lee
1925 Sunrise ~ 1986 Sunset
She said that she read my poems,
And most she liked very much;
Some of them left her laughing,
And some, her heart, they touched.
She sent me several emails
Confessing she was all alone,
And asked me if I would consider
Writing to her a new love poem.
Now I am a married man,
And remain very happily so,
But I love a poetic challenge
And decided to give it a go.
I thought about it for several days;
Rhymed a faux love in many ways;
A piece that I, myself, admired;
Passionately penning carnal desires.
I sent her the love poem secretly,
Not sharing it with my wife;
Although no feelings were attached,
It’s something she might not like.
My email was returned on the next day
With just a short reply;
“I hate to inform you, she passed away,
My beautiful sister has died.”
“I know you are a stranger she met,
Through a poetry site,
She was hoping a love poem she might get,
Before dying of cancer last night.”
“I took the liberty to read your prose
As she took in her last breath;
I thank you, stranger, for putting a smile
On my sister in her time of death.”
And now, that poem means more to me
Than any other I have penned;
To think that I brought happiness
To a stranger at her end.
Francis Thomas Avallone was born in 1939.
This Philadelphian’s lifetime was destined to shine.
At the age of twelve, he appeared on television.
Skilled with a trumpet, he would make a huge impression.
He became popular with classmate Bobby Rydell.
As a teenage idol, his career started quite well.
Many hit recordings went up Billboard’s charts quite high.
The songs included “Venus”, “Dede Dinah”, and “Why?”
Frankie made some film appearances many would know.
There was some co-starring with Annette Funicello.
In 1962 occurred Frankie’s wedding day,
he would marry a beauty pageant winner named Kay.
This happily married man became a father of eight.
Up to today, Mr. Avalon’s life is still great.
SOOTHING STRANGERS
Two sweet old ladies serve to strangers - strays.
Carafe of wine and conversation soothes.
No need for pillows soft. They do not stay.
The old maids learned their craft in Summer’s youth.
A visit from a newly married man —
Their nephew’s scared for them, alone and frail.
His daft and anxious mood akin to clan.
His aunts, they mutter, that he’s very pale.
Their brother charges down the stairs. He thinks
He is the presidential “teddy bear.”
He’s digging locks to bury all who drink.
Of all the callers seen not one they spare.
A kindly threat from wry and wrinkled face.
Delicious choice — this arsenic and lace.
7/22/2018
Your Finest Sonnet Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Mark Massey
*Arsenic and Old Lace was a dark comedy starring Cary Grant.
I am not my father not that I didn't love him
but my dreams deferred along another path
and I have no desire to make the mistakes he made.
I see the past in a haze recalling youthful observations
of love and lust and foolishness
of failed obligations and any responsibility.
He was a good man with a kind and generous heart
but his attention always focused elsewhere
to frely love and laugh and play
with women not his wife.
I am not my mother,
an infatuated, naive young girl
loving a married man and bearing four children
with no plan for raising them in this world.
She was just a lost and wishful bride to be
anticipating love, trust and commitment
but dreading its arrival, choosing instead
to abandon those children as she did.
She was a woman obsessed, lost
and bedeviled by fear, youth, insanity
deprived herself of love and care
having herself no parent knowledge or foundation.
I am neither my father nor my mother,
there was no child for me to bear,
no lasting, permanent love for me to share,
those that were, are too forgotten to recall.
I am but myself,
living, loving while trying to find my way,
lonely and stuggling here along my path,
taking and facing this journey myself each day
I am but myself,
just me.
If a married man or a woman committed adultery,
In the eyes of many people they are absolutely guilty,
Especially if both party did the same thing,
They will condemned for their immoral doing.
For secret affairs revealed everyday,
Painful heart crying in deep misery,
Asking questions why they did it anyway,
And family will be broken and divided, really.
We’re all human and nobody’s perfect in this big world,
We committed mistakes and we try to control it, if we could,
I know we are all aware of the decisions that we make in life,
Adultery is a sin but, who are we not to forgive our husbands and wives?
Just give them a chance to prove that they really changed,
To ask forgiveness to their love ones and plan to begin,
a new life for the sake of the people we cared for,
To bring back the pieces of the sins they've done before.
7th Place Winner
For Delilah Ventura's "Adultery, forgive or not to forgive" contest
October 22, 2012
These are neither ritual cuts
under the left eye
of a married man,
nor those forehead to chin,
proving Prussian manhood.
I speak here of geometries
describing present then gone,
marking disassembly
within the flesh
drawn upon.
My father’s traced excavation,
down from the throat,
under seventh rib
to spine;
cracked open,
the dark parts scooped out,
replaced by I don’t know what.
My mother’s marks
recorded her history of
loss and pain,
loss and pain,
dissertations in white script,
writ on the body
that breathed me to life.
My own trace flaws
gone sensitive to touch
in the corpus of knowing myself.
Jack Jordan