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It was one of those days
Started with the shower
She wanted to join me
Which in any other day would’ve been great
But her best friend was sharing it sort of to speak
It was a sympathetic sort of share
Which was true
The wife did leave me on the Friday
To visit her mum
Coming back on the Monday
So technically she lied
Coming back on the Sunday
A good lawyer would pick up on this immediately
Granted, when I told her best friend she had left me
I maybe forgot to mention it was only for the weekend
Anyway, back to the problem at hand
The shower has packed in love
Okay sweet chops, I’ll be naked waiting for you
Right love, oh god don’t go into the bedroom
You bastard
She went into the bedroom
So anyway, since it was Sunday, I popped out for the rolls and papers
He did this every Sunday, the Lawyer explained
Two Police cars, sirens blaring, flew up towards the house
So as the Judge stated, jailing her for 90 days, taking into account the mitigating circumstances in this sorry affair
Could have been a lot worse, I suppose
So I was at a loose end, and a visit to the hospital was long overdue
Naturally I took the obligatory grapes and flowers
Technically, she was still the wive's best friend
But my god, if you could’ve seen the venom coming out of that one good eye
I swear, if she could speak through that wired jaw
I would have got a right ear bashing
So I sat down on the bench eating my grapes, thinking
I do hope they two can put this behind them
Probably laugh about it in 83 days.
Sense altering fertility:
a stoic female falters
Seven consecutive avid hours in each four weeks
I mull over mitigating my chosen ongoing celibacy
Primitive drive permeates realms where pleasure peaks
Stomach burgeoning coersion detects digital delicacy
Needy as a newborn, abdomen aches, resonates reason
Discarded inhibition of prudence pursues resolution, swollen
Tulip bulb split, affliction's blister is conceived procreation
Stupendous scenarios sordid, fluent imagination draws on
Widened with aspiration, desire requires instant unbridling
Materialising gluttony beckons with incandescent distress
Moans cryptic as ocean speak, freed from concious conspiring
Unboxed frolicked fathomings become loitering brain's duress
Mime moost re cent poem titled
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to forewarn unsuspecting readers
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brewing herbal tea over hearth
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of honey), a curative
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assemblage mitigating tell
tale grinding gears finds unwanted
frictional heat,
which haint so swell
possibly causing,
(when sprocket incorporated)
permanent chain damage
requiring extremely delicate
"heroic" measures to quell
hoop fully this poetic patch
doth not require ye tubby brash
boot more critical concern
would constitute head crash,
perhaps necessitating total revision
of poem whipped off in a dash
so concludes the rhymed reason
sent faster then
greased lightening doth flash.
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Shallow tracks he left
now most dissipated by winds of time.
"Britches" searches these tracks for good times,
but recalls only those,
which taste of persimmons before first frost.
He represented things a son didn't want in a dad.
"Britches" often wondered about mitigating circumstances,
and while reluctant to indict;
he reasoned why things were as they were,
and how they had gotten that way.
"Britches" father was possessed by the fruit of the vine,
he consumed and was consumed.
What he gave life, life returned tenfold.
Sin in a bottle, had stolen his dad,
leaving him embittered but with great resolve.
"Britches" now clings to hurtful memories of a man
who never met his qualifications of a dad,
just a father.
if but and also
all ran down a street
whose cousin’s mother’s sister
legalized love’s distant dream
with in on and beyond
following closely after
a key hole of time’s future now
spooked bejesus out of bounds
when shoes string along
black wholes green with envy turn
worms come out of closets
knots know not to sing a song
who’s to tell this from that
when clocks ring hollow
and all gods feel sorry
for four score is no more
the measure of all that entails
enshrined within without’s about
debts delinquent devout doubt
morrow’s mourning mewing moss
cons an injunction positively plain
predating position’s posture to fame
signing is a song’s sad dismay
crossing is a road without delay
as gold to ash dust turneth brown
merely’s mostly mitigating moves
shakes the earth’s shivering please
bordering boundless broken bones
if the sun’s heart skips a beat
then your turn will ours become
and if water cries life’s complete
put it down thou will be done
tomorrow is a stranger’s rising night
yesterday’s rose incites my light
love plays dangerous games
whose rules bend time and blesses names
the quill of now rests in peace
also how never more then ever
is not who is once was was
trolls never words were whether
Some people think I’m anti human
Some believe I really would
Free this world of the species
If I easily could.
We are not the only animals
But for what it’s worth
We are the only ones
Destroying mother earth.
Seven days of creation
Just to give birth
To the scourge
Of this earth?
I don’t mean to offend
But will if needs must
To try and convince others
We hold this planet in trust;
Not just for future generations
Of our human race,
But for all the other animals
With whom we share this place.
I suppose it’s just another lost cause
When some see others in need
Of basic food and water
Just to satisfy their own greed.
The only mitigating factor,
Which rather baffles the mind,
No matter how we treat the animals
We inflict worse on our own kind.
So, praise the lord and pass the bottle.
Praise the lord that I am free
Praise the lord for pre -cast concrete
And let heaven help the trees.
And praise the lord for good strong drink
For when it hurts too much to think.
I stand in awe at the arrivals gate
As she walks towards me, my heart now waits
In-trepidation now sinks in
My hands to touch her Spanish skin
I feel a feeling never known before
Emotions of love ooze through my pores
Closer she walks into my world
I joy to witness her hair being twirled
I understand after we've talked for a while
Mitigating circumstances, but we still smile
Tomorrows take their time because of this
As we continue our holiday, in hope and wish
I reflect on the days that we spent together
How happy she was in the Scottish weather
Now she has returned, I'm again left all alone
I hope and pray Scotland will be her new home
I meditate, contemplate, in understanding to believe
In wonder muse I marvel when we met my eyes did see
As she walked towards me, my heart now awaits
Will she ever return, through the arrival gates
I awoke within myself.
As all my thoughts fell off the shelf.
An air of conscious discontent.
Slowly revealing what they meant.
The world had turned as I had slept.
And midnight burned as the dawn crept.
Leaving an ethereal sense of wonder.
And curiosity to ponder.
So many ghosts a company.
My soul as I'm not sure I'm me.
Within this moment here on earth.
Awaiting God for my rebirth.
An arrow flew between my eyes.
Intervening my disguise.
A momentary lapse of focus.
Disturbing magics hocus pocus.
So now the road is long and wide.
I'm left to look from side to side.
For now there is no place to hide.
So many choices to now decide.
What can we see in the dark hour?
Where silent secrets reveal their power.
As we are left to carry on.
Into the mystic mist of dawn.
Note: This is the first of a few poems I am going to post here that I wrote when I was in the mental health unit a couple years ago. The stanza of an arrow is about something in the early morning hours out by the nurses station that weirdly interrupted my process so to speak. I was in for depression and I was suicidal. They actually committed me for 6 months. That was a depressing day. But all things considered, it was all for the best. The therapist who sent me there actually probably saved my life as I was Hell bent on doing it the next day after I was done dog sitting for my nephew. Wow. This is not easy to do. But I wanted the reader to know what some of these poems are about. As you'll see in some of the other poems. There are some other mitigating aspects to that situation. Much love to all who read these. <3 Leslie
"Another 150 Illinoisans have lost their lives in the last 24 hours
May each of their memories be for a blessing
2,240 residents have tested positive for the virus
Another 365 new hospitalizations were recorded
730 people are on ventilators...
"These are real people, who have and had real lives
So, the virus is out there. It is among us
Stay inside your homes. Please!
Only go out for essential trips...
"Make sure to wash your hands thoroughly
for at least 30 seconds, with soap
whenever you touch exposed skin or a foreign object
Multiple hand-washing is the message here...
"And wearing a mask at all times out-of-doors
is key in mitigating the virus
I just can't stress that enough
Don't forget social distancing either
Stay at least six feet away from the person
with whom you are interacting...
"I'm the last person in the world who wants these restrictions
I'd like to open up the state as much as you would
Yet the the statistics don't lie. And though
we're flattening the curve
the virus is still out there
It is among us..."
I could give the daily speech by heart myself
Thank you, Governor Pritzker, for spooking me
and so many other law-abiding Illinoisans who have
been foolish enough to buy into your extended lockdown
For which you had no legal authority, whatsoever --
Bully!
And which, by the way, didn't apply to your family
Your wife and kids hopped on a plane and flew to Florida
to your tawny vacation home ---
Stay at home, my foot! ---
Hypocrite!
I hate going outside with my mask and gloves
I hate going shopping or to the pharmacy
I hate going for a walk in the park
It's all on you, Mr. Pritzker
May you reap
What you've sown...
And after the next election
May your memory be for a blessing