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I never considered,
A change of heart.
I never thought about us,
Being apart.
The first time I ever,
Experienced life.
Was the day,
You made me your wife.
The colors of my world;
Brighter than ever before.
With you, I wasn't just flying,
I could soar.
Every facet of
My life was enriched.
Imagine what happened,
When you flicked the switch.
My soul enhanced,
From your love.
It was not an easy hole,
To crawl out of.
Every single day is a
Frigging struggle.
I'm so messed up,
I can't even hustle.
Confined to a wheel-chair;
I sank pretty low.
You could say I have,
Let myself go.
Life has no color,
It's cold and gray.
This is how it is,
Since you went away.
I will never be OK,
Ever again.
I can't live in the now,
Because of then.
Turbo1904?
I can hear my heart shatter as it hits the ground, silence is all around. Nothing more then the dark to hold me tight. Wishing just once you would put up a fight to be here by my side. The night is long and its to quiet my thoughts are racing of the track. Twisted like knots and loose like confetti all over the place. Your soul touched mine and messed up this place. Now it's like playing hide and seek but you are gone and I'm not safe. Tripping and falling for you my dear, left me mistaken my feelings not fake. Confused like I'm lost at sea and the desert sand is all I can see. Making no sense you crept up on me and sprung these feeling and set them free. The shell of the man I use to be.
No matter how some complain and bellow
they are exposed, each a trolling fellow
I'd look them in the eye
for telling one more lie
but I heard they're too busy eating crow
by Jenna Logan
Their "platforms" anchored, tightly tethered
Their statements all "if, ands, and whethers"
While blowing their horns
And spitting out thorns
From mouths full of fluffy crow feathers
by John Lawless
Cruel comments, sure catch one's eye
Demeaning, vindictive, but sly
Trolls aim to debase
And leave a bad taste
Perhaps they should eat humble pie
by Jan Allison
Some people just won't admit when they're wrong
Like to spin yarns and then string you along
But without any doubt
They are always caught out
Then feast on the first crow that comes along
by Tom Cunningham
Will he choke while eating crow
A feeble mind he does show
He messed in the blog
When he slopped his hog
His words are wind and they blow
by Mark Koplin
Your posts pretend to blow off steam
but your words are so very mean
time to eat some crow
maybe time to go
Your vile blogs make me want to scream
by Tania Kitchin
So many people are really just a fake
It's just who they are, dear lord, for heaven's sake
I just want them all to know
I'd fill their mouths with crow
And feed them as much as their fat cheeks can take
by Charlie Messina
A taste of revenge for the blogger
Whose intention is to cause bother
It's made perfectly clear
Folly falls on deaf ears
So fool, go eat crow for some fodder
by Belle Bellevue
Desparately seeking you
He had no right to do us this way.
We were so perfect together.
We never worried the other would stray.
It was just we and us , no him or her.
Then he had to get all screwed up
Mad at his other half then condemned us
For what the two of them messed up
Their chance at forever and happiness
When he cursed our lives this way
He sent us to opposite ends of the world
Making me wonder if I'll find you one day
Would you know me, or have a new girl.
I long to hear the sound of your laughter
To sit and enjoy our lives as one again
Knowing that we could possibly be together.
so much in love and happy back then.
Someday I'll find the missing part of me
The constant companionship of soulmates
Living life the way it could possibly be
fooling around as we could finally procreate.
© Bonnie J Hollywood-Cutts, 2 days ago
Zeus created the soulmate about a poster that shows zuess separating 2 members into their own beings instead.
Danny pleaded with his daddy for a German shepherd puppy,
But papa instead, suggested a cuddly kitten or a harmless guppy.
Danny won the battle and they visited the local city pound,
And the lad selected a pup named Duke to be his faithful hound!
Duke was just a little feller when they rescued him from the shelter,
But as time moved on he grew, creating all kinds of helter-skelter!
They became the greatest of pals as they roamed about the town,
And if anyone messed with Danny, Duke was quick to take 'em down!
Duke was a rowdy creature and liked to chase the neighbor's cats,
And dig in the neighbor's flower gardens, driving people bats!
He made 'deposits' that were not appreciated on many a pristine lawn,
And disturbed neighbors by barking all night long until the early dawn!
Duke fought all other dogs and was renowned as the city's canine bully.
A judge gave Danny an option, before the town, Duke could further sully.
Duke could serve time in the slammer or join the army canine corps.
He chose to enlist in the canine corps and was disciplined in the art of war!
He served with honor and distinction but alas was killed in action,
And was later honored as a hero in his hometown with this transaction:
Though once considered a downright nuisance and the village kook,
A monument was erected in Memorial Park to honor dear old Duke!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) 2015 All Rights Reserved
The Antics Of A Would Be Mama's Yoyo Thief
(now a penchant with less Zionist trenchant ululation to vent.)
Not a peep passed thru mine -
aye vaguely attest
what ten? eleven? twelve? age
of following anecdote at best
guest, but no
doubt yours truly
with figurative heart in chest
scared puny meek boy
tight lipped silently confessed
to foiled attempt, sans trying
unsuccessfully to steal a yoyo,
inviting tummy prepubescent
unbuttoning, a substantially
sprawling Holy skype sizing breast
of mine upon be nabbed,
thus aye didst detest
foolish kid ploy, and
(prematurely nipping
in the bud) messed
up potential life of crime
with first and only
shoplifting heist jest
for getting caught no a pest
key yoyo, mama would
(IF FOUND OUT)
axe me no quest
chin, but whack me itty bitty
teensy weensy derriere lest
quickly putting to rest
any Robin Hood
fantasy life of
high stakes crime pressed,
and squeezed out the noggin
with apropos punishment addressed
thankfully, neither parent
got wind, nor ever guessed
their beautiful darling
boy did test
petty theft, never
matured nor didst crest
into a profitable "yoyo
string Ponzi like
scheme," thus ballsiest
dare devilish and bitterest,
and laughably noble lest
act yours truly ever attempted
immediately ceased to shelve bravest
sleight of hand find
delve during broad est
daylight, I immediately
didst shelve, when clumsiest
initial foray into
the world wide web
tubby come cleverest
lad, this side of
Lansdale, Pennsylvania
many damnedest
yesterdays ago, never
took another earnest
tempting gamble since security
detail nearly wrest
head possible zapped feeblest Ames?
to pilfer from other
Department stores if pressed
for money no matter,
I might miss an enforced
hated ballet class,
with abs salute zest!
They talk about suicide prevention and awareness and I just stare messed how can I preach when I survived my peace, by chance, isolated and overdosed resuscitated by those close, pure chance, I took enough to die, a lot not a few, the whole packet if I’m honest with you, I sat alone gave no clue no suspicion no one knew, my dad arrived when he wouldn’t normally, random not ordinary, if I lived 10,000 days there’d be three or four where he’d appeared that day, I said if I die I die if I live I live I fight, never believed I’d stay alive, odds were stacked I wanted to die, any other day it would have been my life, I survived so I fight, but it hurts me inside thinking of him saving my life, said he couldn’t wake me however hard he tried, went on for long he said he thought I was gone, worst feeling he’d felt came on, desperation saw him violently shake me, and in that moment out the black did wake me, I put my life in fates hands and fate gave those hands to my dad, how can I tell you not to do what I have? I survived and I’m sad for my dad, suicide is pain you can never take back and if you aren’t living you can’t tell that
A Mother's Son
One had to carry me in her womb for nine months awaiting the day on which I was to come out, Only to be cheated that I'm no longer nine months old.
I've known her all these years as what Science calls "A Biological Mother. "
Lately, I've come to know that that's just what it takes to be a mother in the eyes of many even though it ain't like that in the eyes of mine.
After all, Sometimes six can be nine.
I grew to love she who made sure I got my mashed bananas while watching "Bananas in Pyjamas" for she's the one on whose back I've slept a lot and at the same time messed my naps a lot.
She's the one I'd call whenever I was down and So I called her "Mama".
She is my "mother"'s Sister yes, but I grew attached to her motherly love that I felt appalled by those telling me she is my "Aunt"
After all, Sometimes six can be nine.
I gave headaches to she who had to accept a man and his son,
Whose silence burnt like the summer sun.
And still she loved and tried her best to bear with me for I was a better pain compared to the man of the house who'd come home a drunken comic.
I'm forever grateful for her presence and patience in my old man's life.
I ended up admitting that she is "A Strong mother" rather than what most people call " a stepmother".
After all, Sometimes six can be nine.
Then I grew up to be a man but was claimed by another mother.
She was the first to say she saw greatness beyond measured magnitude within me.
Another "Mother"'s Sister as they say but she's the one in whose footsteps I learnt independent thinking.
As great as she claims I am she still called me a son, a "baby" who must still grow and hence she put me under the wing of her ever watchful husband's eye as a son again.
From him I learnt and am still learning to be a being and staying in my lane to avoid crashing,
Life, being a matter of perception has taught me to define many things according to my preference but when it comes to the word Mother I know I have a handful of them.
And I chose not to define but to appreciate and love all of them as they vary.
Besides, Sometimes six can be nine
Do you ever feel like u feel no love and the feeling won't go away,
Or do you feel like your depressed almost every single day,
Are there days u wake up but just can't get out of bed,
Is it cuz facing a new day probably is what you dread,
Have u ever been with someone who did everything right,
But still you were not happy, and would constantly try to fight
Have u ever started crying for no reason, and you could not make it quit,
Or seen things that u knew were not there and thought you were getting messed with,
Have you ever sat there reading a book but don't remember what u just read,
Have nightmares always the same, in them u end up dead,
Or had a friend who u always played with but only you can see,
Seen someone with all the symptoms and said that wont be me,
A seagull’s just messed on my car
poop splattered the windscreen so far
it obscured my view
wet white slimy pooh
that seagull needs the abattoir!
To remove that horrible slurry
I leapt out my car in a hurry
and wiped the poop off
with an old washcloth -
clean windscreen, but seagulls should worry
To prevent seagulls having fun
I’m fitting a huge machine gun
if one poops on my car
then I’ll shoot from afar
and seagulls will be on the run!
Contest Any animal or creature Limerick
Sponsor by Charles Messina
NO SEAGULLS WERE INJURED IN THE WRITING IN THIS FICTIONAL POEM
8/31/18