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"Dream Bug"
Hour glass
rainbows sparkling
crystal grainy rapids
sliding intrepidly through life’s fingers
their coloured sands speak in tones
they are obtuse and vapid
like snowflakes they fall
confetti on my hands
Writing you
between there
and here again
a feckless court jester
fearless sometimes
walking handstands
painting portraits
in pedantic rhyme
then a page stained,
you're thumb-licked and turning
metaphors gliding ghosting
a snail trail planchette
words miss spelled
they are moulting
like white feathers from cooing doves
we are back in grades of one
singled out on school parade
while the band plays on
we are all caught
like grounded gefilte fish in class
when the saints
go marching in
we’re stopped
for covert mingling
In the office a Nosferatu principal
ignores the grief
behind his two spectacles
two sets of hands are requested straight
knuckles down and held out
the bamboo cane
coaxed no passing
secrets out,
automata face
scream time put on delay
the clock to midnight
on his crypt's wall, hidden
strikes still a braille mind
doesn't once drop the ball
it smiles ruthfully
dialling up the forbidden
chemistry of tears,
a juxtoposition
from the internal well
My opal sky suspended
heaving dreams falling slow mo
through foggy clouds
are breathed in like lavender rain
antiseptic are all
our polished stories
rehearsed repetitively
then delayed and side courted
tennis left hand
lucid inarticulate
backhanded
Love all
candy hearted
is a fresh game
pulled swiftly
from a side pocket
refuting singing flutes
whistling and caressed
by a tongue flirtatiously wetting lips
a regular, pulsating change of pitch
a romantic vibrato
recalled
he calls me
a witch
Scent of a woman
once je t'adore
now her true essence leaking
their personalities mirror switched
bloodied and cut
pieces of peace
stolen by a foolish matador
she’s holding open the exit door
Dream Bug
walks across a
marked and sullied page
lines bleeding right
Melting
dissolved
to the far corner
lid sealed
in a glass jar
left-brained
Dream Bug
(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
gaslight me the movie
of my underdeveloped consciousness
give me a hand
take thine arm
without the silent treatment
and a thank you
for the mind fook
hoovering is not allowed
this is not magic but it is
never seen a fly so brave
the invitation is in the mail
RSVP the art intelligentsia
or Milly`la`Foret's lost inheritance
embodyed in the stereotype
of conceptual oopart
padded by manipulative faking
whack my loot
thu nigh thy sacred book
smiell my surrender thighs
over a fabricated link
burning real Benjamins
to the sound of Marilyn Manson
pareidolia
patterns and wormholes and time loops
time present and future coexist
what to do with such knowledge
carved into the limestone
surrounding a city like distrust
lifted in grey moire
over a living ocean
rocked over engraving rollers
in the arms of a sleeping monster
whatever it is
it's right up ahead
everything weighed and measured
the metrology of red flags
illumated under ambient withholding
dreamt up into a real world
of Indian parenting techniques
dormant till spring
into the arms of the universal awakening
a kinetic toy is walking
must be the bravest sub of all
to have turned off all notifications
under a gas light on the green screen
splitting personalities
abannan soleil and mistel
disclosed and made public
spinning on the golden wheel
eyes glaring a dupper's delight
hidden underneath an unkept beard
chin up and hands down recoiling
the circuit does not always
go round and round
it comes from underground
with little steps
tip toe in the dark
the water is warmer for you there
peowetling peowian
it's not from where i am
cold in the head
cold shoulder painted red
don't pay your rent all at once
is a forever later game.
by a rinelle in Catemaco
reddish purple about the neck
innocent and unsecured
not noosed nor snared
skilled in mysteries and kindness
i mind here finely prepped
a synomyn in liminal space
past your window into another's partition
tuckered and tucked in with him
ebb and flow of pillow head
personalities have dreams
we walk on the sea
we see no sun, with eyes shut
lily pads and no frog legs
and the sky’s a blinding blue
our feet toss and turn
pebbles rise into the clouds
a curious sight, indeed
even in the darkest night
distressing whale song
whistle salts breeze into face
we walk our separate ways
sleepy fits of temperament
hopeful peppermint
a couple buoys apart
harbor of port and starboard
ahoy, matey…don’t walk plank
drop splash to the deck
wakey…wakey…the seas wake
the blasting siren alarm
no one cares less where wave crests
it rests on the bed
that is the crumpled bed sheet
only need to straighten it
a boat left in the harbor
the sea’s now placid
Tea party cats were having the time of their life number five.
They had a bunch of milk spilled, and they felt very alive!
Mrs. McGoogle had left instructions for them to be kept happy.
When she died, they were entrusted to her nephew, Mr. McFrappy.
McFrappy had no children, so they became the love of his life.
Did their best to chase off women; never wanted him to take a wife.
They could entertain him as well as any human female after all.
Enthusiastic and fun, fur, tails, and their personalities were tall.
When a woman came over, they would make sure to jump on the cart.
To eat all the scones and biscuits and rip the tablecloth apart.
Wanted to scare them off, afraid of what a Mrs. McFrappy might do.
They did not care that McFrappy was lonely, depressed, sad or blue.
McFrappy spent his days watching the cats have a party every day.
Never realizing they were what was keeping his love life at bay.
But one day a woman who loved cats came over and liked them a lot.
She cheered him up too and married the Scot
Written 5-28-2021
Contest: Open Poetry 5 Poetry Contest
Sponsor Charlotte Puddifoot
In the secret chambers of my heart, where shadows whisper truths,
I've harbored a flame, a love that's grown, a devotion that seeks its muse,
You said we can only be friends, a gentle dagger to my soul,
Yet my love for you remains, unshaken, unwavering, an eternal, sacred vow.
I've prayed for you, on bended knee, in whispered sighs,
Begged the heavens to intervene, to guide you to my loving skies,
I've yearned for you, in every waking breath,
My heart, a flame that burns, a love that seeks its gentle death.
I'm jealous of the air that touches you, the ground you walk upon,
Afraid to lose you, to the world's cold, loveless throng,
I'm a man possessed, by a love that's pure, and true, and kind,
A love that's sought to claim you, to make you mine.
We fit, we match, our souls entwined,
Our personalities, a symphony, in perfect harmony designed,
You know me, out and through, my heart, my soul, my deepest fears,
Together, we'll create something big, something that transcends the years.
Supernatural love, heavenly matched hearts,
Our love will be the stuff of which legends are made, a work of art,
A masterpiece, a love that's strong, and true, and bold,
A love that will not rest, till we're entwined, forever to hold.
Oh, dearest, be mine, and I'll show you the depth of my love,
I'll cherish you, I'll honor you, I'll be your guiding star above,
I'll be your rock, your haven, your home,
I'll love you, with every breath, till my dying, mortal tone.
My love, it's not about wealth, or status, or fame,
It's about the love I have, the love that's pure, and real, and claims,
I may not have riches, but I have a heart that beats for you,
A love that's strong, and true, and forever, and anew.
Come to me, my love, please say yes,
Let me be your everything, your forever, your bliss,
I promise you, you'll never regret,
Loving me, loving you, our love, our fate, our sacred bet.
For I love you, with every fiber, with every breath,
My love, my heart, my soul, my life, my death,
I love you, and I'll love you till the end of time,
Forever and always, my love, my heart, my rhyme.
My Mother Land
The place where I feel my life in every limb
That is my wonderful Mother Land Bengal.
Highest mountain as cap : Ocean washes feet.
That is my spectacular birth place Bengal.
I feel proud to breathe in air of my birth place.
Always prompt to serve my Mother Land Bengal.
Where blooms lovely lotus to purify soul :
That is my beautiful Mother Land Bengal.
Where selflessness always gets priority :
That is my graceful Mother Land Bengal.
Where unique integrity runs all along :
That is my glorious Mother Land Bengal.
Where great personalities guide and inspire :
That is my gorgeous Mother Land Bengal.
Where sacrifice surpasses entertainment :
That is my birth place most respectful Bengal.
Where plain living and high thinking are to follow :
That is my most charming Mother Land Bengal.
Policy of '' My life is mine " gets ignored. :
That is my beloved Mother Land Bengal.
Where none is alone, we are for each other :
That is my most caring Mother Land Bengal.
The place where I have my heavenly haven :
I bow to my peaceful Mother Land Bengal.
I feel fortunate to be born and brought up
in this sacred place renowned as Great Bengal.
I am well nourished by all the resources
of this blessed place ! My Mother Land Bengal.
The land that aims to live in peace and love
I boast to show my reverence to Bengal.
Most kittens are cuddly; all kittens are cute.
That they make our hearts melt few can refute.
Some kittens are frisky while some are demure.
For many of us, they have great allure.
I love fluffy kitties that sit on my lap.
I’m sure not too fond of kittens that snap.
I once had a kitty that swiped at my feet
when I walked past her, but then she grew sweet!
With time, she stopped swatting and biting at me,
and she became gentle eventually.
Sometimes so nicely a kitten starts out,
but then once it’s grown, it’s far from devout.
Like people, kittens are different when
while growing, they show personalities then.
My dearest sweet kitty that curled up and purred
next to me now is a little absurd.
He’s rarely around and though he’s pretty,
I miss how he was as a cat itty bitty.
Appreciate kittens before they’re grown cats.
You just might end up with big lovely brats!
If an ape came into my living room,
And could talk fluently and converse,
I’d speak with him about sociology,
Or to her about avoiding the perverse.
I’d ask how to form friendships,
How to foster appreciation within,
Making hints at a lack of confidence,
Causes me to falter and not win.
I’d ask about the disadvantaged,
The weaker members who lack chance,
About how to elevate and free them,
Their everyday experience to enhance.
I’d inquire about surprise, revelation,
To learn from his posture to life,
So that I could educate the kids,
On ways to deal with strife.
I’d ask if he’s embarrassed to be,
The king ape with lots of women,
Or if he just accepts his role,
Without distaste or hesitation.
I’d ask if she redistributed wealth,
Fruit each time to the more weak,
And decide to vote for socialism,
Or for social democracy’s cheek.
I’d ask about his favourite girl,
How often he returned for more,
And stand up for personalities,
In every profession’s shore.
I’d ask what she thought about,
In the spare time of her day,
And just accept the relationality,
That makes secularism okay.
I’d offer him a coffee, with help,
And accept he did not want sugar,
And reorganise my meaty diet,
To become about veggies eager.
Father above
You alone
Thank you for the new day to rise
Being a blessing to recognize
Guide me through the day and night
Give me a breakthrough when I encounter a plight
You are who I seek
Help me to stand strong and not weak
Keep me humble on your solid ground
Show me how to encourage others
Uplift my soul in your good news
Embrace me in being inspired and enthused
When telling of your goodness, help me to speak of your truth
Surround me in your spirit in blocking the Devil out
Daily as I move about
Assist me in not letting the unbeliever to challenge me in refuse
You are my King and I am your devoted Servant
Heavenly Father, enrich me in daily Wisdom and understanding
Keep my Faith strong
You are my uplift
Deliver me from approaching evils
Help me stay away from questionable personalities
The get along spectrum
You are my purpose
Let my spiritual light be obvious
Let the unbeliever see in curious
This I pray
Heaven’s gateway
Assurance everyday
Everlasting among
Amen
Don’t Think About Me, My Love
Never. Please forget. Who loved
The love, the love, the love
Only deja vu
Deja vu, deja vu
Deja vu, deja vu
The love, the love
The love, the love
Mine, yours
Yours, mine
Deja vu
Deja vu
Oh, Love, where do you walk? Where?
Tell me, tell me.
“In your graveyard. In your favourite graveyard.” Said my love.
Nice cemetery, exactly a graveyard, so ancient. Yes. A tale of the past.
This graveyard is a poignant place, with incredible memories, great noble personalities.
Yes, my hoped love, that’s why you are right there. There is your tomb, your gravestone.
You want to finish your life. I know. A soft breeze said you want to die in this graveyard.
I hope you bought your gravesite. Oh, my hoped love. Hmm. I dreamed your sparkling soul.
Candles are burning, flowers radiating in your memory. On your beautiful tombstone. Love.
I love you. I love you.
I loved you. I loved you.
You want to finish your life
Please, please don't
Don't do, don't do
My love, I am with you
Because everything are
Deja vu
Deja vu
Just for you
Just for you
Oh love
Oh love
Loved you, a wanderer. Who needed to find
Hmm. That’s why he was a lonely wanderer
To find. The love. Hmm. Yours. Dust of love.
Dust
Dust
I loved you.
Hmm
I loved you
The path is my hope
In your graveyard to find
Find
Find
My only one hope
Your pure love
Oh, love
Still loving
Loving
You
I am walking there
Imagined you
Hmm
Tired past
Living memories
Your face, life
No this time
No. Never
Poison
For soul
And mind
Good
for you
the
deja vu
bye
Don’t
Remeber
Loved
You
Deja vu
Deja vu