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In a dim lounge room,
A band plays to hypnotize all that hear.
Drinks serve to soften normal judgment.
Making it easier to accept your desire.
A white spotlight shines on the center of the stage.
The Widow has appeared,
Lecherous eyes follow her every movement.
Painted lips smile as thick eyelashes dust her cheeks.
She's demure for a moment.
Opening her eyes she looks just at you.
Eyes meeting, you're devoted to only her.
Song after song she sings only for your ears.
Her heart is open for you to claim.
Everyone else in the full lounge is flies
intruding on your moment with her.
Unable to leave your seat, for you may
miss a moment as she sings for you.
No more drinks are served, your thirst is only
for the lounge singer.
There are no windows and you don't hear servers
going in and out the door.
It's to not disturb you,
listen to the band and singer.
Her voice is all around, echoing in your mind.
Before you, she's there
Reach out your hand.
Touching her waist, she smiles and kisses you.
You grin as she swallows you whole for all to see.
Another guest follows after you.
Within he lost his zest for life
When death came by and stole his wife
His heart went cold
Felt weak and old
His soul and mind in constant strife.
In loneliness he found a friend
The only one to understand
His hermit ways
The grieving days
The acrid drink he kept at hand.
Till one dark night, as snow fell deep
And rest he tried in vain to reap
A fairy came
She called his name
And lulled him into gentle sleep.
Her breath she blew across his face
Then on his lips she bent to place
Like nectar sweet
A kiss - a treat
Embittered feelings to replace.
He woke at dawn and was aware
That there was music in the air
Joy in his heart
A brand new start
With lots of hope and love to share.
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Contest: Just a Little Bit of Sugar
Sponsor: Debbie Guzzi
© 21st February 2017
I ask the Lord "What is this?"
For what purpose are these dreams,
Many have come true months or years later, and I can't control what I see,
At first I kept them to myself, but the more and more they came,
I started revealing one at a time to someone I could trust with them,
It is not all of the time, but when I wake up I know,
Its not indigestion from the night before, or a preview from watching a show,
Random, it touches my heart, in a specific way,
Now when I wake up from having them, I immediately get up and pray,
I am not a freak, and I'm not ashamed of the gift God gave me to see,
And this is the first time that I have come out and shared this openly,
This is strictly for healing, this is part of his plan,
And I am only a vessel in my maker's hand,
All the glory goes to God, and I will no longer hide,
For this love is like no other, I will stand for him until I die.
Dear sweet Vitriol,
I could never shut up about you,
Lifting you up when I slipped.
You saw me as naive and a fool,
While you silently took away my sleep.
I came up with so many excuses,
So I could touch you, call you, and see you.
You returned each with blatant refuses
Always knew how to make me feel like a tool.
When I was depressed, you said the space was my limit.
You bought me a pair of shoes and asked me to stop acting timid.
All the love you showed, I thought I could feel it.
Only to realize what I felt was nothing but deceit.
Last week, I went to our favorite restaurant,
Watching the kids play from the window.
Pleasant memories of you and I played like an echo.
I wish I could erase the moment I asked about your scar.
I won't admit it, but I can't erase you and me.
You gave me my best memories and showed me how to live.
Wish you taught me how to cheat,
How to lie,
All of it.
As I glimpse at the sun, smile at the sea,
The pain of letting go of the best of me, I can feel.
I think I hate writing poems about you
They stack up so fast, 1,2,3 this is 4 now
And they used to be a blast, I couldn’t wait to write you more. Now,
The warm, strong arms around me have been replaced with warm, wet tears
And God no I could never hate you
But I used to think I could see you at any hour, any time
Now to see you it’s like I have to scour for any dime
The comfort that I used to know has been replaced with only fears
I feel like I’ve been betrayed by you
That one night when I needed you the most I was alone
I ended up in the hospital and you say you’re trying to atone
We used to talk for hours, I’ve watched as your longing slowly disappears
At the end of the day, I love you
But my love feels so pathetic and one sided
My poems feel so sloppy and misguided
I used to cherish writing out our love for just our ears
Now I don’t know if any of it is true
And that’s why I hate writing poems about you.
Your love I needed so bad,
when you left me I became so sad.
My breaking heart,
was falling apart.
Michelle, Michelle
Why did you have to leave,
and make my heart bleed.
Leaving me crying,
with my heart and my soul without even trying.
When you died,
My life became a lie.
I loved you
you left, I became so blue.
Michelle, Michelle
Why did you have to leave,
and make my heart bleed.
Leaving me crying,
with my heart and soul not even trying.
The Power of my fists,
the tosses of and the turning twists/
You leave me alone,
turning my heart to stone.
Michelle, Michelle
Why did you have to leave,
and make my heart bleed.
Leaving me crying,
with my heart and my soul without even trying.
Why I ask, Lord above.
Did you take my only love.
A light shined on me,
She's needed here to help serve thee.
Michelle, Michelle
Why did you have to leave,
and make my heart bleed.
Leaving me crying,
with my heart and my soul without even trying. Michelle
Should we wake,
with miles to separate,
memories erased
I know I’d take
all steps to demonstrate
a love deeply based
Wholly on finding you
Only on returning to my one true.
As we swim through life
Bustling with its demons, pains, and strife,
With all the forces that would keep us apart,
I’ll follow always to the end to find my heart.
When the universe is splitting,
Tearing at its seams,
And it seems only fitting
To fill the air with screams.
You’ll never find me quitting,
Only going to extremes
To get through struggles hard hitting
And reunite with the girl of my dreams.
Should I find myself stolen away,
And in need of fighting through a fray,
I’ll look for you, my perfect forgotten, day after day.
I’ll use all the time on a path to you and never stray.
Time folds in on itself, bends back, flows through, it’s just the way
And I’d never forgive myself if I didn’t track til me and you becomes they.
Perhaps there is much I don’t know, maybe.
But always, only, ever do I love you. Jeremy Bearimy, baby.
The wind leans in sideways to drink every word,
Just as sailors must tack sideways to go upwind.
It's only with angles we know the wind's wrangles.
Its riddles, scattered among willy-nilly answers,
Whispered as secrets, spilling to shake the leaves.
When gales blow hard; many tumble quaking in fear,
Others stand up to harness its power and steer,
Watching their vanes to predict omens ahead,
Hoping for kind winds to come their way soon,
In the wily wandering ways of the gusts and whims.
The wind is an oracle, chanting psalms on wing.
It carries the chorus of birds calling at dawn.
The rumble of thunder in an approaching storm.
The calls from a distance; bells whoops and cooee's
But it's no secret its gathers can ever stay still—
For all sounds are bent to the command of its will.
For sound needs winds in the air to transmit downhill.
Only falling silent; when wind's becalmed and still.
For with no wind, all is just silence, dressed to kill.
No matter how hard you try or what you do
Everyone is going to die for it’s not up to me and you
And when it arrives and we had our final say
God will judge our lives, each and every single day
Of all that was said and all that was done
The poor that you fed and the ones that you shun
The deeds you did and the ones you didn’t do
From back when you were a little kid and life was so new
Every thought that ever crossed your mind
And for all it wrought any happiness you could find
But after that day when He opened your heart
For learning how to pray was only just the start
You seen His Glory and tried to tell all
You told of His Story as others hoped for your fall
But confidently you stand and in His Name you do write
Going throughout the land and shedding His Light
You started living for others and accepting who they are
To you they were all brothers, my how you have come so far
Now this is your view, Thy Grace to your soul
This is why God saved you, for you could never afford the toll
grandma, the family storyteller
in old age would forget
so her stories changed with the retelling
but an essence of truth remained
her voice echoes in my heart
was each story semantic to grandma
new in ambiguity to her
with random memories merging
I am the storyteller now
looking into the calm reflective waters of time
seeking recollected memories that echo
my words specular with reflected words
I am that girl at the kitchen table
listening to her musical voice impacting me
I wonder did she realize her life ending
did she want to give me her gift
I often escape into her fugue of melodic telling
her unexpected memory with all the beautiful failures
that perhaps only I who wished to be like her
who knew her stories told over years would grasp