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Madness,
How nice they felt
To be free,
From the dampness of humanity.
They are plunged into a different universe
A free life of toils
A prodigal,
Of a profilial,
Feeding from oral to oval,
Your earn for your oral,
And not for your keep
All squashed in a heap.
The sane man is begrudged
Wittless
Penniful yet penniless
Live yet but vegetable
The luck rests on the insane
Oh! The madmale
Only he is live
Yet free!
Oh! I am the luckiest,
As a Madmale as i am,
No one knows my thinking
No one knows the meaning of my face
As a mad male i am insane
But!
As a mad female i am sane
As i still remember my feminity
Vividly as it is not vivid,
Clear as unclear..
As water on a stony path,
Yet unclean.
My madness my solace
Be me him
Be me her
All are free
What all seek is a reality escape
A fleeing route,
Yet a fleeting one
Yet, yes oh yet!
How her remembers you say?
From a skimpy scarf
To an able polythene
All these she remembers
To aquire,
So her heart is intact,
But, her head is In turmoil
But! the her norms intact
Forgone him you say!
No cannot be!
Him is a negation
Of her.
They roam and roam
In woe with foe
In joy with joy
On any path
Of any choice
All, choices of theirs
But, him is a lost cause
Hmmmmmmm!
I sighed at the sight
Painful but comical
All is well,
Will be well
Oh! How envious
I seem
They just exist in their imagination
But comical in our sight
Free of old shreks and their queens
Toiling with their pawns
All in the name of a state control
How funny it is
Oh!
How my jealousy tickles me to an edge
Wanting all thus
Them, i like
Them, i must be!
Green Eyed Monster - A Love Story
So, I headed home to me flat from a hard day’s night
Working in the coal mines for a quid or two
“Just outside Londondary”, me says, when some busy body inquires
I goes right home to find me bed
Right quick and fast since I’m exhausted
I finds me ugly gal Sal with some guy there
Doing some unkind deeds upon me pillow
That I can’t rightly explain right here and now
Being a gentlemanly kinda fellow that I am and seeing red
I says to Sal, “Watcha doing deary?!” “What’s that in me bed?”
She says, “Nuffin love.” “I just finished the wash and found this bloke in here
And I’m all flustered, and as surprised as you.”
As a rule me complexion is as white as these sheets once were
I becomes hysterical, flushed and weird and fumbles for me gun
“Where’s me bullets deary!” I query of the misses.
But she’s as quiet as a mouse.
Now I’m in a frenzy and frothing at the mouth
“Don’t let me get me belt out or a knife!” I yells out to the wife
“Let’s keep it nice and easy!”
I finds the bullets, fills the chambers, shoots in their direction
I missed them both
But halted the copulation or repopulation
Which ever comes first
Created on 11/25/14 for “The Green Eyed Monster” – Poetry Contest
Twins
40 years ago I let go of the twin that lived inside of me
My twin was a nice person and feared upsetting anyone
hence he had no opinion relying on me being called
unpleasant names.
He was also a heavy drinker and had no respect for women's feelings thinking it was funny when they threw things at me, Yes, it was me who had to take the blame
for his foolish behavior.
I fled in a night of rain, at a time when he would sit in a bar entertaining people (with my money) yes, he was
well-liked and droll, with a deep well of funny jokes
how could I ever compete.
I chose to settle in Portugal, via England, to confuse my twin who was a Costa Do Sol type of guy, the Portuguese are not as jubilant as the Spaniards which reflects in their Fado.
The problem is, they found a man they recon has been in the town's lake since the eighties, people said he had a cafe, this is worrying, I had a lunch cafe in that town
Am I me, or am I my twin?
Is that you there
I recognize that stair
Those eyes of a faraway dream
Fancy seeing you here, on this twilight day
While walking along this
Sterile bay…
Just watching the glassy water
Reflecting, this twilight day
A great time to be out
No fear of the burn
Of a tyrannical sun
A nice balance of shadows
Light, a gray twilight day?
Where we are safe, I must say...
Yes you know, oh and by and by...
The way my hunger is at bay
If only under tremendous pain
But the fiery veins of your neck call
My hunger needs but, I must keep and only, tip
My hat n walk away in this twilight day
Nice to see you n your lovely wife
She could be a treat tasty, fresh a delight
But I can wait for the shadows to play
I may come to visit for tea, a bite? Ha!
Too right! Don’t take stock in that crucifix...
So ironic don’t you think, but quite now
Listen, I must think...of the conflicts
Do you hear the sweet sounds of the doomed
The howls of the wild beasts
The music from the holly cost?
The infernal and the damned...SOON!
Well? Until til we meet again in these twilight days
This delicate gray light of doom
Ash drifting in strange currents
As I will dine on your fears
Drink your moral tears
And bath in your life
So un-till then, may me meet again
During the grey noon!
And dine on the lives of the insanity
Welcome to this twilight light
This time between frozen realities
On the fringes of forever and ever
As we sit in this doom light
Of proto-apocalypse
So hello, here you are witnessing the eclipse
I recognize that stair, those eyes of far, far away dreams,
Fancy seeing you there, on this twilight day
While walking along this sterile bay,
Just watching the glassy water reflecting
This twilight day is a great time
To be out, don’t you think? No! Not the crucifix
No tyrannical sun burning...no conflicts
Nothing to fear but the turning...
Only, going blind
in the grey night
of twilight!
He grew within a frigid place
No one thought those legs would ever part
A Dark Prince thawed her frozen heart
A member long and stiff like ice
Penetrates
Cuts through the cold
His seed
His power
They both take hold
Invade
Satiate
Invigorate
Skin white as snow
begins to glow
A subtle blush
She feels the rush
Heated up
Ever so slightly
His cold blue eyes
shine brightly
She screams in the night
Pleasurable blue light
Her senses take flight
Then the dark prince goes away
The night was night and this is day
There's no desire in him to stay
With a heavy heart on the bed she lay
For him just a thing of play
Inside
His seed
Her baby grows
What is happening
she does not know
Pulse is rapid it will not slow
Her red veins
turn to blue
There is nothing
she can do
Her heart now frozen
a block of ice
She thinks cold thoughts
that are not nice
Inside the child feeds on her
The days and nights become a blur
In the middle of winter
The Ice King is born
From fragile womb
his body torn
Arrival accompanied
by a storm
Those present become statued ice
The King extracts his sacrifice
His mother spared
To her his love he shows
She wraps him in blanket
of pure white snow
His skin translucent
begins to glow
All of a sudden
the Dark Prince appears
He commands bring the baby over here
I wish to gaze upon my son
He is a truly magnificent one
He looks closely at the baby's face
Resemblance more than just a trace
Blue eyes dark they extract a toll
Sucking up the Prince's soul
The Ice King
emerges
fully grown
Regally rises to take his throne
Mother cries
Blue magical tears
Time for coronation
Rapidly nears
Diamonds fall
onto the ground
Placed in ice
The King is crowned
Linda's Free Verse Contest
Thanks to Leonora Galinta for letting me weave a story
with her Ice King. Yanny's Dark Prince has also played a roll.
Also thanks to SKAT for posting the Ice King Contest,
if she increases the number of lines I will enter.
I wrote this one before I knew there was a contest.
Just saying,
Just about to,
Just going out,
Just been out,
Just been thinking about you,
Just think about it,
Just thought about it,
Just remembered it,
Just came up short,
Just in time,
Just out of time,
Just made it,
Just put the jug on,
Just not working,
Just finished,
Just started,
Just getting changed,
Just small change,
Just give me a chance,
Just won the lottery,
Just got my license,
Just threw it out,
Just got it in,
Just worked it out,
Just checked in,
Just checked out,
Just try one,
Just don't lose it,
Just don't tell mum,
Just make the call,
Just a small mistake,
Just the beginning,
Just a small piece,
Just give it to me,
Just be honest,
Just do it,
Just be yourself,
Just friends,
Just a moment,
Just be nice,
Just be quiet,
Just go away,
Just kidding.
Cook white rice with ochroe in
Coconut milk-----stew
Pigs-feet and pigs- tail seasoned
and spiced ------ain't that nice
Yummy Yummy -----now
set the table
Eat
Hot.
Dig in man
A caribbean feast
and juice of lemons
Cucumber, hot peppers, salt
pour into jar------- add
Boil pigs-feet, in iron pot
WALES TO ME
Wales to me is my dreamland never seen,
Yet as heard and read, senses glisten.
My imagism shimmering in sheen.
I wish to have a glance,
If I could get a chance!
Wales to me with charms of mountain range
Astounding enchanting standing strange.
Nice Nature is careful to arrange.
I wish to have a glance,
If I could get a chance!
Wales to me with alluring blue beach
Sea waves roar, thrash on shore in high pitch
Wavy designs on wet sand to stitch.
I wish to have a glance,
If I could get a chance!
Wish to visit Wales in solitude
observing Nature in plenitude
to know the verisimilitude
I wish to have a glance,
If I could get a chance!
07/03/20
Fourth Place
'Wales ' Contest by Julia Ward
I know a lady who is
really and I mean really,
(because she meant 'really')
really (because she said 'really')
"attempting not to give in to hatred"
and so I remind, that the hatred is not
an out-there thing, it isn't rain
or the coming cold, it isn't the
acorn clitter-clatter dropping
out over there on the patio
The hatred, if such a thing there be,
lives in you, unfed and forgot.
And you can't give in to yourself.
Giving in is to another, to something outside.
And so, take heart and be reminded
that the starved self doesn't wield power
over you, it cannot for it is you; a part of you.
She says there were "waves of rage"
roiling through her. But again, if I might
remind. A wave is a quality of other things.
It isn't its own thing, per se. It is a pattern,
a way some many, many other things behave.
And so the wave, too is not in you.
The many, many things are in you; they are you
but the pattern is no more extant than
a song stuck in your head.
She said she's packed a "bug out bag"
and I would like to say here just one more thing
that yes, I agree. Well, sorta yes.
If what you mean is to pack a bag, a picnic,
a pair of birdwatching spectacles, a bottle of
mid-price wine, some fruit, and a sketchpad
and go out, and be with the bugs, be on that patio,
watch those out-there waves.
Bug Out Bag, indeed. :)
Step outside.
the waves
the patio
the acorn
the birds
the wine (I presume)
the air
the waves
come on outside...
it's nice out there
outside yourself
-ShhDragon
(for Julie Williams.)
This boy lived down the street from me, his name I will not say,
He followed me to school, and picked on me everyday,
He'd trip me down the hallway, and would pull my hair in class,
The teachers never believed me, because he never got caught in the act,
After school he hid behind the tree, and waited to jump out and scare me,
He would punch me in the arm and run away, and this was on the daily,
I ran home and told my mother all that he would do,
She said, "Why don't you try being nice to him, and then maybe he won't pick on you,"
So I took my mother's advice, and went to school the next day,
I offered him one of my pencils, and smiled in his face,
He smiled back and said, "Thank you," I thought Wow, hey this might work,
But then after school he wrestled me to the ground, and pushed my face in the dirt,
I stayed at home and cried that day, I wouldn't come out to play,
Every time I saw him, I ran away like He was the plague,
I avoided him everyday, and for years we didn't speak,
And then one day standing behind the tree, he grabbed me suddenly,
Before I had the chance to scream, he kissed me right away,
The whole time he had a crush on me, he just didn't know what to say.