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Tiny Tears dolls and tea sets remind me of my childhood.
My twin always wanted to play with them, for her own good.
Not a girly girl, I was resentful and wanted to be Peter Pan.
Not the Mary Martin Peter, but the boy peter, I was a big fan.
I see those Tiny Tears dolls in antique stores and I want to barf.
My twin wanted to dress up in dresses, sunglasses and a scarf.
I wanted to stand on porch railings as my swashbuckler self.
My stupid Tiny Tears doll sat alone, on a high up unused shelf.
Tiny Tea sets also set me off, putting me in a rather angry mood.
They held not even a whole drop of liquid, and barely any food.
Tiny Tears dolls and tea sets. They are probably still up on the shelf.
I was busy out in the woods, playing Robin Hood, or Bandit Elf.
My childhood was amazing, in that I had an identical twin.
We barely did anything together, for she was girly, and I was not.
We can hardly decide on a matching shirt these days.
I do not care, and she cares so much, she gets overwrought.
So what did I snatch up upon my mother's death?
That silly Tiny Tears doll and the blue flowered tea set.
For even when I protest, and I do not even know why.
They hold memories that I simply cannot give up or forget.
Unrequited
The things i think about,
never settle below
they float instead
and fester inside
as I pluck your name in the air
a sacred memory folds over
foaming layers, floating vapors
Creating a chill and then a stupor
the last draw of my breath
I slipped again, I stripped
you tripped in the end
Even if you stay in your lane
But you’re driving insane
so much distance between two cars
its impossible to hear
Muffled by the wind, carried away the fear
I tried to speak, but the sound
Never carried over
It rises an ache in my throat
nerves are calmed, noise is stifled
legs are stiffened, feet planted
hands firmly gripped
elbows abutted
in a world prone to forget
my memory stays etched
in your fractured mind
my taste stayed on the lips
of the one I've left behind
a fleeting moment
Betrayed by lust unveiled the trust
between the blinks of my eye
You remain a distant memory
The pain has abated
the speed is indeed fleeting
Forgotten with the past
in the throes between two fires
the faded lines, the dying embers
Looms over like the sun
So I say, you cannot stay
Isn’t that off-putting?
A broken soul
With a spirit so agile
My body so fragile,
with just one touch,
you peel my layers
like the sprouting weeds
between the pavement
the truth wants to be known
My touch so brief,
and yet it lingered
Overstayed its welcome
And in the horizon
It stretched, it lagged on
And with your imagination
My skin rubbed raw,
My voice cracked, I cringed
I become unhinged
My heart will always be disquieted
Your love forever unrequited
She said his grin was as charming
as a Shoebill Stock.
Warning others of his lack of
beauty and handsomeness.
His presence caused others
to feel spooked and haunted
creating a situation hard to ignore
and forget.
Nearing 3;45 the clouds
overtook the sunlight
a chilling darkness
took it's place. Glooming the
edges of daytime
a start upon her face. He stood there
watching and waiting
with no expression on his face.
I gazes toward her to gain my
composure, his ugly face looking
at me. He dropped his head
might I may see him,
there the things of nightmarish
stories ,stood before me.
I refused to gasp or
insult him he acted cool and cleverly.
leaving we gave him distance
before we talked about abou him
and his gasping entity.
Yet which in his presence
bad omens flush the veins
to the soul, and chill you to
the bone.Giving way to how
it is easiest to understand
why the have carny him into
legend. Tweed suit or frock coat
a costume that creates his
character. Elbarote groans and moans
they say they hear.
A story were he stood
in a doorway durning a storm.
And lightening striking when
the door creaked open. She said his face
looked as charming as a Shoebilled Stork
and spooky as cold chilled cloudy day,
his haunting persona is meant
to unravel: to pertrfy your
unluckness away.
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Lento-Off Putting Music
The nit-wit and the nincompoop
cordially bowed on the concert hall stoop.
Greeting the doorman, quite gaily
who nodded back, though more grayly.
And nobody dared to complain or bemoan
that fools were ruling the cobblestone
streets, where urchins peddled faux-wares
beneath the stoop, out in the square.
And the nit-wit offered a hearty wave,
but clearly knew not how to behave
While the nincompoop seemed a tad more at ease,
his pants were quite low and his crack in the breeze.
And nobody wanted to ask or inquire
whether they should pooh-pooh or if they should admire
buffoons, so clueless, off-putting and addled
for climbing the stairs in their outfits all raddled.
Yet, there they stood with their tickets in hand
eager to root for the symphonic band
as though it were some highfalutin sport
of which they knew nothing, but they would not abort
the notion that they have a place 'bove the masses
or anywhere other than out on their...well, you know.
10/27/16
What is your philosophy? The expert at work asked.
He was putting on airs, and I simply wanted to pass.
What are your educational theories and dichotomy? He demanded.
I thought him arrogant and off-putting, and ever so highhanded.
It was my first second at this school, not in the building yet.
I was carrying six boxes, and holding two bags by their net.
I prefer to keep my ideas firmly in my head, I told the silly man.
Surely you have theories, he argued, without lifting a single hand.
Yes, I certainly do, I thought but you are above rude and no help.
I nodded and marched back to my car for my net and greenish kelp.
Can’t hold the door, he told me, as he whisked in holding not a thing.
Come and tell me your theories when you get time and everything.
Take off your pharaoh’s mask, stay awhile.
Be not uppity for it does not suit you.
I like honesty,
For who does not?
Throw off your walls – the little ones and the bigs.
Toss them aside, for they will do you no good here.
Conversation is real.
I am your listener.
What chains of madness has wrapped your tongue?
How long has it been since you felt your bliss or
Understood what your heart wants?
Sarcasm and off putting behavior will do you no good.
I am an expert at helping your inner child
Find her way out, moving toward the light
Of her own soul’s opportunities.
And who does not want that?
Truthfully?
My desk is so off-putting no one comes in here.
Even my boss walks gingerly, and jumps at the slightest movement
It could be mice snakes, alligators. I attract the unobvious.
I have taught two of my daughters this secret
A major life skill if you want others to not disturb you,
Not make suggestions, and not burden you with their humdrum noise.
One daughter did not learn this skill.
She cleans, organizes, and puts underpants into drawers.
Much prissier than I would ever be.
Much more friendly.
Weirdly enough, seems to like drop-in company
Which we other three would not abide for a second.
To those who loved me,
Goodbye.
Let the rain wash away the residue of me,
When you think of all the things I did for you-
Don’t be sorry that you sucked me dry.
Let the wind blow away my memory,
When you turn to ask for an outrageous favor-
I’ll be off putting the pieces of myself back together.
Let go of the ghost you thought you knew me as,
When your cup is empty and dry you’ll have to find someone else-
Someone else to give you life and love and passion.
Let yourself heal and not from anything I ever did to you,
When you cry those over played tears they will echo-
Off the walls of the empty house instead of inside my brain.
Let yourself contort me into any villainous shape you wish,
When peace finds me someday it won’t matter-
I am determined to decrown your opinions.
To those who loved me,
Goodbye.
Almost all of my besties were off-putting at first.
They came in loud and proud, annoying or worse,
Luckily, I am not one to hold you to a first impression.
Being totally wrong many times is my honest confession.
Joann was one of the first friends I had as an adult.
She was outrageous and disturbing, not really her fault.
I was in a bad mood, but stayed one night after school.
Discovered then by herself, she was downright dazzling cool!
I have since learned more things about strangers all over.
Finding them in staircases, and parks filled with allergy clover.
I seek strangers each day, for they have much to teach me.
Opening horizons that by myself I could never see.
Nora taught me knitting, not that I was any good.
Elise showed me how to paint acrylic flowers on wood.
Susan is the one who teaches me to appreciate every day.
My congregate of new friends make me okay.
New buzz word, peculanality.
If you understand it maybe you met me
in this life or a previous one.
A world of peculanality,
to some refreshing to others off-putting,
either way always memorable.
With that frank peculanality
you can’t predict what will pass these lips.
Rest assured it will be full blown sincere.
Made up with peculanality.
Whatever is done? Others duplitry it.
Don’t make me explain that word either.
Embrace the peculanality,
the oddball that’s only discovered once.
A cold chill that’s felt long after it flies.
Peculanity is a force that bellows
‘To hell with duplitry.
Birr your way, blot the path as you go.’