Long Mental picture Poems
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I kissed her
like I had a thousand thousand other times
it was ...
similar -
the same movement and press
the same taste
the same lips and mouth and tongue
the same warmth and wildness
and yet ...
it was like kissing a stranger
something intangible had changed it entirely
and my heart dropped like lead ...
instantly, my eyes shot open
and I backed away from her
holding her at
distance with outstretched arms
tears already staining my face
(now pale as the moon)
"oh dear god!" I cried
"you didn't ... you promised!"
and it ALL changed then
as if I was seeing someone I'd
never met before
though I'd spent more than half my
life with this person
"you don't understand", she replied
"you CAN'T understand,
because you're not like ... US"
and it was that last word that killed me
I knew then I'd lost her for good
that no matter what I did
she would forever be a million miles away
and part of an existence that
saw me as inferior, weaker ...
even pitiable ...
she had gone through “The Conversion", you see
two-and-a-half million dollars
(Daddy’s moolah, of course)
and a week in the facility
and now ... reborn!
a cloned body that would never age
never realize disease
never end, but for unnatural means
or accident
and even THEN
there was another version waiting
her mind, id, emotions, passions, psyche -
all that made her HER -
saved to a hard drive
and ready for download ...
I could already see the ‘poor mortal’ pity
in her eyes
and I already hated her for it
I let go of her and stood there a moment
taking a mental picture
while the foolish tears streamed
"you've killed us", I said
and I waited ...
for an apology
an argument
a slap, a tear, a sigh
SOMEthing ...
but she just stood there
pitying me
and I could take no more ...
"I will miss you", I whispered
"but I won't miss this ... THING"
and I poked her angrily as I bit that last
word off like poison …
it was a brutal comment
but it was the only ammunition I had ...
I took the gold ring off my finger
kissed it tenderly
dropped it at her feet
wiped my face dry
and walked away into the gloaming
more alone than I’d ever been …
before.
Copyright © Gregory Richard Barden, December 29, 2022
I don’t want to taint her, I don’t want my evil, my darkness to creep into her soul, I may love her, but I want more for her than what I can ever be, this I sadly know
So, I take her into my arms, and I relinquish all my passion for her from within, I kiss her sweet, beautiful lips and her eyes they almost do me in
She’s begging me without speaking to just not run away, but we both know this is the beginning of the end for us, there is not much more to say
The next day I walk up those familiar stairs like a man walking to death row, I might as well be dying, because saying goodbye to her it shows that I have no soul
She was perfect, at least she was to me, and as she turns and smiles and locks eyes with me, I can’t take it, it’s crippling me
I take one long, last look at her beautiful face, and take a mental picture of her beauty that I was lucky enough to bare witness to, blessed just to have a taste
Those eyes, they almost do me in as I walk out that door, I hope she can’t see the tears shining in my eyes that I am holding back, because I know I will never look into them again, not anymore
I call her as soon as I walk out the door, her voice it resonates within me, I tell her that I love her, but she has no idea it’s killing me
I can’t make the choice for myself she knows this I can’t just walk away, I have my reasons why, so she selflessly tells me to let her go and do what I know is right
I know her heart is broken and as I sit here crying in disbelief of it all, mine is too, she will never know the impact that she had on me, I only wish she knew
I still think of her, I envision that smile every day of my tortured life, I would give all that I have to be with her, but in my heart, I know it isn’t right
I can’t give her what she needs, I can’t give her all of me, and I know that she would take whatever I would give but selfishly, I want all of her and I can’t be the man I should have been to her, the one I want more than anything to be.
Back in roman times I was called a stylus
I wrote messages and stories on papyrus Writing since Before Christ,
Don't matter what the time is
Even wrote for the great poets known as the vikings
I translated Roman-to-English with just hyphens
I can go back and forth on the timeline
Used by the dude who even wrote "Mein Kampf"
But before that used for maps to draw islands
I even wrote that rap and I screamed "BYE STAN!!"
I've seen everybody’s diaries, but I don't speak
I write the dreams they have seen, it's punishing...
I'm their best friend at quiet times
For poets,and rappers that write rhymes
Or artists, that compose the lights eyes
Oops I mean the end of night, it's the "sunrise"
I cry when they draw their mental picture
I miss it easy, like the ancient Egyptian scriptures
Last week I wrote a broken heartfelt letter of a boys dead sister
His tears made me smear, smudge and bitter as well
I mean i'm supposed to be emotionless, but this feels like hell
I guess literature is the only way I help
This is how I'd explain it, if someone asked how I felt
I'm literally consumed in everybody’s literacy
Different languages, but I still know their history....
I’m the victim see, every word written composes verbal imagery
Even carved Mozarts spirit in every symphony
I take everyones thoughts and write it down lyrically
Have you solved my mystery? I need some sympathy
One second i’m drawing so skillfully, then destroying paper so viciously
So if you’re crazy just like me, take my spot and fight off this infantry
Then you will see, all these sad letters of these casualties
Of when France defended against the great Italy
I’ll riddle more, I was even there when the bible was born
I was even used for the art of the Tribal of course
I even wrote of the tale of the Trojan horse
I even seen the great GRA fight
GRA meaning arts and culture
I’m running out of graphite.
Furry mice
Many years ago, I was in Houston (Texas) to victualize
a new cargo ship, back then a ship carried a large crew
for all the functions needed.
The ship chandler was keen to show me his enormous
freezer, beef, mutton, pork, and chicken, he also sold
horse meat, but not to the Nordic or the British for
who eating horseflesh was akin to eating your
relatives.
However, the Frenc, the Belgians, and the Dutch had
no such hangups, as did ships with flags from eastern
countries bothered by such sentiment.
He told me they had come over furry mice alive and
well and breeding, I asked to see one of these creatures
they had killed them- after all, it- is- about vermin
I had a mental picture of them looking like aggressive
but tiny polar bears biting my finger when I try to
catch one of them, or look like black bears as long as
they didn't look like rats.
Shipping in Norway was big business, employed
about 50 to 60 thousand people, but when the flag
was internationalized, seafaring history ended
In our time, modern ships are nearly fully automatic
only a handful of computer readers are needed
and for food, a drone delivers hamburgers with hot
fries and soft drinks.
This is the ultimate goal of all industries to function
without staff, selling goods to the unemployed?
Video shock treatment
got my thoughts moving wavy ...
why ain’t my fear of the future
dawn misty dissipating?
This mental picture is getting more hazy
Dr. Strangelove says
the other patients are nervously afraid
of my tin foil cathode crazy talking
Seems my current condition ain’t getting no better
Electric cult personality
got me screaming at the telly
As I try to warn everybody,
but it looks like nobody can see
those invisible mind control
piercing pulsating nano-needles injecting
Everybody around me
got a bargain cut-rate surgery
Government free lobotomy
Pinocchio politicians offering gift rubles,
handing out pet puppet lemmings ...
Lord knows, I’m not dreaming
Yet, Dr. Strangelove says
my cranial circuits are overloading again,
as I’m fighting to stop that invasive
satellite signal from getting patched in
Gotta leave this cuckoo’s nest,
time share eagle swift divest
However, I must be blood simple wise,
when there’s so many peeping eyes
Herr Doktor is a sly, smart mole
playing me dumb
But, I know an undercover G-man
when I see one
Dr. Strangelove says
my current condition isn’t getting any better
Then why are my spiritual survival instincts tingling wild —
Grim forecast: Expect nuclear holocaust bad weather
“Students make delicious treat for seniors”
What a sacrifice those students are making
It warms the cockles of this old man's heart
Such a sweet and unselfish undertaking
“Flaming toilet seat causes mass evacuation”
A bunch of patrons soiled their undies
As the saying goes. “Know what burns my ass?”
Applies as you try to extinguish your panties
“Teen pregnancies drop off after twenty-five”
Well, I certainly would hope that's the case
That's a dirty big family in any man's language
For the beds, you'd soon run out of space
“Veterinarians take over as panda mating fails”
Okay, now I've got this strange mental picture
It's definitely X-rated if you ask this old guy
An unprecedented and very weird mixture
“Stiff opposition expected to casket proposal”
It's kind of what you would probably expect
Given the condition of the deceased inside
I mean really, we should show some respect
“Head of African country seeks arms”
Wow! Just a head and a couple of arms
What a weird sight that would turn out to be
Most people would sure be alarmed
“Studies have shown that obesity rubs off”
Well, if that's the case, I'll be rubbing
Every day and night till my skin turns raw
Till I get back my happy old zing!
© Jack Ellison 2013
Sammie is a Tabby by design and recognition as far as a mental picture would be
He first came home to us from a shelter as a kitten and made us a family of three
That was about ten years ago, and Sammie has grown and is a pretty big cat
But he is still very playfull and energetic and loving and like our child is his hat
He also wears the hat of older brother to little Pepper who came about a year later
He came to us from being a feral kitten among the many we would cater
Recently Sammie developed a tumor on the lower part of his right hind leg
We took him to the doctor and got a diagnosis that took us all down a peg
For the real bummer was that there are more tumors inside
So instead of taking the one off, he said to just let it ride
Sammies life will likely end he said sometimes in the next one to three years
So the news is not very good and it brought us all to share some tears
In the mean while we rub his belly where the tumors are all at
And pray for some majestic energies to be unleashed on our little cat
So if you also are of a mind to share a prayer
Little Sammie loves you and is so happy that you care
Breathe ~ Continued
Yes breathe…
Deeply, then allow your lungs to exhale
as your guide glides your weightless form through the whitest shades of pale
Do not resist, do not fight the feelings of ecstasy night wants you to behold
Yielding to a greater force, at times, is more profitable than gold
When night claims you like a wayward leaf of old,
the smoothest seductive music will gradually unfold
Let night en’trance you, rid you of any mal thoughts or frights
Relax and enjoy a plethora of magical sounds and sights
Yes, hold all your questions until the end
then let night’s metaphorical ears bend!
Navigating you beyond wildest dreams
gold is a burden to carry as you peruse yet unseen, crystal prism-speckled streams
When night claims you like a wayward leaf of old
Carpe Diem for your trip will be repeatedly told
Breathing almost back on auto now,
be still, snap a mental picture of the experience of which you now endow
yes exhale…
Sunshine Williams
“Students make delicious treats for seniors”
What a sacrifice those students are making
It warms the cockles of this old man's heart
Such a sweet and unselfish undertaking
“Teen pregnancies drop off after twenty-five”
Well, I certainly would hope that's the case
That's a dirty big family in any man's language
For the beds, you'd soon run out of space
“Veterinarians take over as panda mating fails”
Okay, now I've got this strange mental picture
It's definitely X-rated if you ask this old guy
I mean really, we should show some respect
“Stiff opposition expected to casket proposal”
It's kind of what you would probably expect
Given the condition of the deceased inside
I mean really, we should show some respect
“Head of African country seeks arms”
Wow! Just a head and a couple of arms
What a weird sight that would turn out to be
Most people would sure be alarmed
“Studies have shown that obesity rubs off”
Well, if that's the case, I'll be a-rubbing
Every day and night till my skin turns raw
Till I get back my happy old zing!
I awaken,
Somewhere deep in the night,
My leg wrapped over yours...
I smile in the darkness,
All is right...
My mind in silent counterpoint,
To your soft and soothing snores,
It's so peaceful and quiet,
And your heart is close to mine...
I don't care what's going on in the outside world,
Your nearness is sublime...
The radio quietly plays a song
That from that moment on,
Will link me to this bliss,
You may disappear in my future,
But tonight I savor your eternal kiss..
I prop up my head, in
this love warmed bed,
And paint a mental picture,
One to last me through
Future lonely nights,
And be a lifetime fixture,
Of when love warmed my bed,
And glowed about my room,
And happiness seemed complete,
If only such a moment could come again,
As one I could at will repeat...
But life's a bit more cynical,
And often leaves its own bad taste...
And despite those golden nights of love,
In essence it seems a waste...
Now I know not if my existence,
Might have touched someone,
And enriched another's life...
I only remember that night of love,
And wish you were my wife.