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I'll respect your smug remarks
even though I don't agree
I just don't understand
why you're patronizing me
Heaven forbid this incident
should e'er befall you
until you've walked
in these same shoes
you don't know WHAT you'll do
You wag your tongue
and turn your nose
at every move I make
But you're still a brand new "mommy"
just wait - you'll make mistakes
You think you've got it figured out
YOUR perfect child can cope
they'll turn around and hang you
with that 'condescending' rope
You'll soon see how hard it is
to ignore them when they cry
until you've been a mom awhile
you best not criticize
(not that ye wondered,
but simply tubby like totally tubularly clear
The Epic of Gilgamesh will not be extolled here).
Though thoroughly well mapped, parsed,
scrutinized vibrant wonders zoom
plethora, sans newly discovered life forms
cradled with fecund Gaia's womb
abound within unlikely places
such as mossy bearded faces
nestling, pronouncing,
and regaling pharaohs sarcophagus tomb
oceanographers also find organic entities
adorning, kickstarting,
and thriving within extremely
remote temperature zones,
where just enough telly tubby wiggle room
prevails for microscopic
Verizon patronizing Grand Poobah
barking orders unicellular viziers heed,
while latter bedecked
with itty bitty plume
invisible to the naked eye, yet within
subatomic world wide web
bit players air heir loom
appearing larger
then cereal grain re: life,
an arrogant, bumptious, and conceited Don
doth trump his young
unbridled, reprobate, and ornery baron as groom
material to check mate
distracted checkered populace,
where raucous, rebellious, riotous
majority lumpenproletariat fuss and fume
cuz gaudy Mar-a-Lago hiss poe tate
tow headed (faux towering
Taj Mahal doppelganger),
via slow vac didst suck socialist rowdy
bot tinny Rajah,
whose apprenticeship to exhume
(pro bone know) spy bots
miserably condemned from the get go
as president erupted rabidly trying to doom
rousing, scenting, and trawling
non-convincing "witch hunt,"
yet incontrovertible evidence carelessly
swept hurriedly under the rug
(by Russ Shins) via broom,
thus a sudden spike
visa vis master card er...
comeuppance will bring ringleader down
with strep away poison
nano trumps all abloom.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Now in summer re:
this Dom minion doth attest
intention to write
a boot equinox got out best
head, although pleasurable
to loose imagination off chest
so thank you for
letting me be a cerebral guest
and now...no dilly dallying,
cuz another writing assign
requires responding
to Matthew Scott Harris's behest!
A petite yet sinewy muscle, exuding charisma,
A citadel of expression, tenacious in awe.
Its tentacles sting with a vindictive jest,
While cavernous blooms cradle the nectar’s quest.
Cobblestoned emotions jade my mental slate,
As chronicles surface, vivid and up to date.
A fragile form, each breath a whispered plea,
Cracked like ice beneath a trembling sea.
Nervous breakdowns drown me by the shore;
Patronizing gazes weigh heavily on my core.
A colossal trial looms, plunging me into chiaroscuro gloom,
Echoing the spectral whispers of Annabelle's forsaken room.
Whiffs of solace levitate from amma's lap,
A delicate darling, like rose dew on morning's nap.
Yet, from heaven's soft veil, a Messiah descends,
Bestowing wisdom, like a balm that mends.
A cooing whisper: “Confidence is the finest accessory one can wear,”
Infusing my fragile spirit, quelling mayhem with flair.
A garment forged by time, self, and panache,
Glinting like sapphires in the esoteric cache.
For fear ravages the dungeon’s shadowed depths,
Shattering armor, leaving it fractured, bereft.
Magnetic words defy gravity’s law—
A candle in the rain, my flame untouched, in thaw.
Friends?
Are we still friends?
Can we JUST be friends?!?
Oh such a horrid, charity-stained question!
What a keen and salient dagger it wields!
The pity that you wear like black lace finery,
Is as deadly and whetted a sword as any raised in battle ...
The patronizing look in your eyes presses on its hilt
With the agonizing weight of feigned cordiality,
To pierce the tender flesh of my hopes,
Deep and quick and precise.
Why ... why this last dose of bitter passion??
To ease your careless conscience?
All you've done is make the blade more jagged,
The wound more brutal and raw.
Now here I lay ...
Exhausted in spirit and sinews,
By what I now realize was lovemaking for clemency's sake ...
One last, tender moment to minimize the blow.
Shards of moonlight through the louvers,
Lay like broken pieces of porcelain on furrowed bedclothes,
As my passions bleed out at your feet,
Draining my heart of the realities
Of what I thought we had ...
What might have been, beyond friendship.
My love for you collects in a puddle of one-sided regrets,
And now this dreadful question makes all a travesty,
A mocking, cruel, pitiful farce ...
No, my love, I can NEVER be just ... your friend.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "My Friend, My Love" Poetry Contest, Julie Leigh Rodeheaver, Judge & Sponsor.
This is my Sgt Pepper Song
The 1 that never got on
Because this was not a Pop Song
More a delve into the truth a mirror of reality
Take a Drive with Me
And in less than an hour
This is what you will see
Amarulla Fruit covered in Beatles and buzzing Flies
Being sold in battered Old 1.5L Plastic Coke Bottles
By native women with babies strapped to there back
Anything for a Shilling or a Dime
Under African Sky
Burnt Red Sand under Bare Foot
Where the children while the days away
Yet
Some see poverty
Some cry slaves
Because they cannot comprehend
They measure not happiness
In terms of acquiring things
But take refuge rather in the simple things
A long walk to frreedom drinking water
And a Plot called Home
with a Corrugated Shack upon it
And nothing but Love
To reside within it
But ask a question
Speak no lies
Ask me if I wished to swap
My pampered life with 1 of them
Honestly I would have to reply
Sadly
No
Because selfish is
As selfish be
The Rich live Poor
And the Poor Die Happy
Bound by a communal sense of Electricity
That cuts through condescending patronizing sympathy
And unwarranted Charity
That in Reality
Only makes the Giver feel Better
And the Receiver a Debtor
He never complains about its
enormous , heavy weight.
His life is adorned with tolerance
and stoicism.
He bears it, filled with an
unrequited, unparalleled
love.
It is like a steadfast desert
never causes him to moan.
His fortitude like a rambling
rose is etched in his
tender heart.
Soul enfolds , the sun-drenched
vast sky.
He tolerates its patronizing,
dismissive ,reprehensible
attitude about him.
He hugs and cover it with kisses , without
any hesitation or doubt.
The aromatic ,perfumed Spring's
smile like the passing moonlight.
The terrified of dawn is never in
tears.
The wounded dove dances,
gazing at mountainous
bloody sea.
The breath of a blissful
rainbow is unruffled.
The astounding, overcast sky.
sings the lasting dream.
A rocky road of love is woven
into a meditative trance.
In the chaotic realm of sadness
is enshrined divine
happiness.
A glimmer of truth is enshrouded
by an unyielding snowstorm.
On the canvas of dreams,
dwelling a sunny optimism
painting in hues.
In the realm of words, residing
a powerful spell painting
a celestial delight.
Awestruck
My pellucid teddy had been left in the kitchen overnight
someone had scratched its eyes off
The eyes had been dark green buttons taken from
a nazi uniform that had belonged to my uncle, who joined
the Hitler army to fight the Russian communists.
My mother, the communist, didn’t care for her brother
1945, he was declared missing in action, therefore, not
stated as dead; had he been around now, he would have
been 120 old and admired for fighting the Russians
How we, in the West, love hating them and also when
Yeltsin was in power, patronizing them because we covertly
think they are stupid.
The cat coming in from the terrace jumped up on my lap
yawned; her night had been busy.
An awful stench is circulating in the air
erupting dark clouds everywhere
Rough waves moving backward
casting doubts and hammering fear
Muddy water gushing down the dirty stream
disrupting and shaking the core of my dream
You brought me upon this corrupted earth
To suffer, endure pain and eat dirt
I am feeling so ashamed
I doubt if I can rebound again
The bricks are piling on top of each other
There is no way I can get it together
The boomerang is flying around
conquering its mission and fortifying ambition
Great God of the universe
Come minister to my bleeding soul
I am living but I am not living'
I am eating but I am not eating
I am speaking but I am not speaking
The wind has come to a standstill
It is sucking up all the energy from within
The trees watches in awe saggy leaves
broken branches patronizing everyone
They are not swaying they are silently groaning
I am standing on the broken rock
which is about to collapse
The full moon has come and gone
leaving everyone in the dark
The werewolf has resurface again
leaving its impression deep in the clay
Short roads and long roads intercepts
And a great burden is looming over my head
The river is running dry
And residues are evident everywhere
I am walking carefully on the side but
But I have just slipped into the mud again.
we don’t appreciate
the sun until it r a i n s,
warmth of gentle rays
that subtly stroke
distressed skin
when time was f r o z e n
smiles were s t o l e n
and hope yet again
remains b r o k e n…
whilst I’m lying here
in the in-betweens of
procrastinated promises
along bitter breezes~
you use your poetic
words as a weapon,
oppressing the guardians
around my dreams,
oblivious to the
translucent truth
laced in trimmed nylon,
that you and me
we’re made of
the same s t o n e
we wear the same
crown of t h o r n s
sitting on the throne
of darkness, full of
stainless steel cages
and chain link fences,
turning
these emotions
into
cancerous tumors,
knocking on your
conscience, patronizing
the pigments of
my petal-like palette
by questioning
your own roots..
but now I’ve got feathers
in my bleeding heart,
and if these crimson wings
could fly, you’ll find me
soaring above seas
of solitude, that pushed
me down to an abyss
of n o t h i n g n e s s.
watch me unlock
the keys of jasmine doors
to seek serendipity surrender,
as my muse serenades
rainbow reveries,
amidst faded stars
and moonless nights
which
gaslit my
apologies and roses.
I have tried
to twirl through
ravenous ravens in a
carnival of carnivores
you’ve fed my mind
labelling me
as the serpent q u e e n
with twisted words,
whilst you whirl around
with
ghosts of p o e t r y
in your
cathartic h a z e..
your love
is a hand grenade
that shattered my aching
bones into scattered
s m o k e and f o g
they say
the biggest hearts
are the
biggest targets,
and the rifles you hold,
seems to have
my name engraved in
blood-soaked tears…
so, now that you’ve
pulled the trigger,
how would you stop
the ammo?
Will you remain forever
in your
unbending silence
a false humility
disguised
as k i n d n e s s
that flickers glitter,
to ascend brighter
as the bullet settles
upon my spine, halting
me from movement?
Or will you watch me
c r a w l back to the
spheres where I belong?
for I refuse to rot
as a victim of an
unwritten circumstance.
Love's Unraveled Strings
Love's unraveled strings sound soft in the wonder that embraces me whole
To the one coiled through the world that spins endlessly in hypnotic motion
Of springs blooming upon you smelling to me of shame burned by sunlight
Of shamelessness definitive concept that beats my heart in your open chest
I dreamed you in the sweet replay of a dream forever promised and awaited
Destined for each other we kissed endlessly beneath the vault of heaven
A portion I took from our infinity that slowly trickles through our fingers
That drew with deep darkness the stars' chimeric outline in the night
When I'll be once more seized by longing that chains me within my soul
To your heart a gentle tamer with whips to colonize obedient ants marching
Down your spine's ridge scorching heats that burn my thirsty skin alive
To YOUR PARADISE a savage holy dance that would cover you tender child
With my childlike shadow patronizing your night with the pallid light
My white dove nailed in my head that flies itself as prey for the crow
The rarefied sky of my mind so high when I shall perish in time's sand
My heart I'll leave you stopped beating in the void that parts us always
I gift you at last love's heavy labors of wounded Achilles in his pain
Until our dead children lost in time we'll weep their fate together
The emotion of being becomes pure AESTHETIC of my love POETIC ENGINEERING
The loss of her ripe shamelessness counted from two to three to four
The letters of bitter anger of my love to separate themselves apart
Of eyelids' reflexes of cruel nature from behind your blind gaze's depth
To write with closed eyes to my love kisses secret hidden letters
Silent crunchings of your nothings borrowed from the future into past
Burned brambles of buds of green autumn that brings the cold wind of fate
Blooming your petals on command to your youth burned by flames consuming
To my old age not yet drained that flows in the heavy glass of time
That sings slowly love's broken strings in the wonder that envelops us