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The life. The strife. The wailing and the moan.
Whatever you think you’ve done right will always have been done wrong!
You may try to please, you may try to crack a smile.
But years, decades will go by and nothing will ever fully align!
They will confess to being happy even though that is to them a joy mixed with a pain!
You dare to look them in the eyes, you dare to ask them to explain!
Please accept that their emotions can’t be understood by mere, lowly, humble man alone.
Like playing with fire and ice both will cause a burn!
Your love and respect for your wife must always live protected deep inside.
Because to understand the other sex is the spaghetti pile of paths through a way you will never, ever find!
Flicker of ancient shadows playing with fire.
Crackle of light, fine spirited wind and chimes.
Infant’s lullaby, before the sea aspire.
Unfurling leaves, hunter green, sonorous climb.
Twinkling of eyes, brightening of poet’s inspire.
Christmas bow unwrapped, labyrinthine daytimes.
Wonder of a storm, rocking and rolling force.
A stupendous show, tree splits, a ship off course.
Peaks and valleys alight with touch, candlelight.
Flicker and sizzle, creaking, crashing of bed.
Crisscrossing to transcend remarkable height.
She whispers a moan; romantic fire, widespread.
Trunk bends, ceiling fan blowing a clash downright.
They’re like thunder and lightning. Oh what a night!
A storm, like a firepit, is stoked; flames are high.
All at once, all is calm. Cloud's singular sigh.
A baby is born; O joy, O joy!
Matters not, be it girl or boy
All of life lies ahead, horizons' expanse
As the infant soul begins life's mysterious dance
Alas, all is not sparkle or glitter or glow
Baby spits up; in its diaper pee and poop grow
Baby begins to crawl, to toddle, to stumble, to walk
Making cooing sounds at first, it then starts to talk
We are thrilled by every advance in its dance
Yet we parents must not become too entranced
We need keep baby's curiosity from ending its very existence
Playing with fire, picking up glass -- our vigil, persistent
And as our child grows up, we deal with so many heartaches
With homework, with fashion, with puppy love and heartbreak
Yet all this is pure pleasure, our privilege, our personal growth-climb and
Our God-given chance to polish this gem's soul, our very precious diamond
May 13, 2019
Entry in "Tribute to a Precious or Semi-Precious Gem" contest
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
... May 16 entry in Richard Lamoreux's 'Applicable or Not Applicable' contest
I was always looking up to everyone, as they were looking down.
It was another day in paradise but the only view that I was concerned was that of my reflection.
I was different.
I see angels flying over the water, swimming with majestic animals.
While they were lured to the water by their souls, I was lured to what was next to the water, fire.
The hot fire warmed my heart, but then I realized I had burned my wings, it was amazing cause I never knew how to fly and now I did not have to learn.
I was always looking up to everyone, as they were looking down.
I would play with fire and know only "He" would see the joy in my smiles.
Everyone else was scared I would burn their wings.
My downfall was not playing with fire, or being different.
My downfall was that I judged them for judging me.
Instead of playing with fire, I did not play at all.
I judged them back, except I was alone, and did not know better, and now I am alone forever, playing with fire.
The mind of youth is a bird bold and free
Flew with wings spread on unsafe adventure
Harsh time hadn’t taught her yet to worry
Playing with fire became her nature.
Glow of beauty attracted fireflies with flair
Took her to a game of fire to play
The forbidden game burnt her hands and hair
She concealed shame in mind out of display.
Nothing escapes closed society's glare
Facing the pry in remorse and surprise
Her wide eyes could only freeze in shocked stare
To cover the shame the burnt hands could rise.
Fingers purse the lips, half-cover the face
Lest shame spills, on fingertips fire burns.
September 6, 2017
Not broken nor displaced
Not one memory
Not even a single trace
Like a thief gone in the night
Took my heart
Not by fight but by his might
Wait wait now because it's not me he loves
I was his addiction a sex drug
Used and abused until he got his fix
Ain't that some sh..
Standing on the inside Watching the outside
A whirlwind of emotions Beat and collide
Man I'm getting tired of the go round
But dam he puts it down
But what about your heart?
He never loved you from the start
I was playing with fire
That turned to a burning desire
A need to feel and a feel of need
A shattered soul that does not bleed
Poetry in motion
like making love beside the ocean
I spit these rhymes
As I write these lines
Bars on my mind in a mental jail
I scream inside yet it's a empty yell
No one can hear me I am but a soul
What can I say straight stone cold
Form:
In my adolescence, a time so free,
Fun and daring were my decree,
Feelings strong, enchantment profound,
Charmed by love's presence, spellbound.
With peers, we laughed and played,
Unconcerned about right or wrong,
In our minds, fantasies laid,
Youthful dreams, we danced along.
My youthful years, a thrilling ride,
Desires allure, passions untamed,
Indulgence took its toll, on my pride,
Playing with fire, we were inflamed.
Foolish gambles, we dared to take,
Chasing pleasure, reaching for the sun,
Yet like bubbles, our world would break,
Shameful acts, regrets, what we've done.
Now awake from that foolish phase,
Too much fun can be a lure,
An instrument of Satan's ways,
Tainting hearts, impure allure.
For we sought happiness in mirth,
Ignoring counsel from the wise,
Now we bear the pain, the dearth,
Of those who scorned the elders' advice.
"Between the Pillars of Black and White"
You sit alone in your power
between the pillars of
black and white
holding your book in hand
The words are your keys
not the mind of some libertine
an interventionist morai fate
twisting and calling dead dreams forward
Your scattered thoughts
captured in a glowing glass wall
Light prisms seen every once-in-a-while
like Halley's Comet, at least a fallen star
There you are, playing cards
gambling time away
playing with fire, fingers tap and smoulder
a risk from the start
God Love
lives bruised in your heart
calling you to leave your seat and stand
Walk forward towards the other
Truth stands firm in Trust
holds no fear free falling towards you
in the courage of Love
Chaos is seen through the steam on a mirror
S.O.A.K.
Joy smiles in her bubble bath
Sees him on the other side writing words
passing the keys white doves and feathers
He makes her laugh
when the burns are hard
winning a Life with charm
he holds his hand out
And says,
"No more harm"
(LadyLabyrinth/2020)
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There's a pesky mosquito hoverin' around our ears
If he keeps it up he'll soon be splattered in smears
T-Buzz tries to draw our blood
When he gets hit with a THUD!
We'll celebrate his demise with a party ~ Cheers!
by Lin Lane
A mini vampire with wings,
in annoying high notes he sings.
Tries to fly incognito,
this imp called mosquito.
With blood thirsty appetite stings!
by Carol Connell
That darn mozzie was buzzing like hell
Til I sprayed him with a can of Repell
He can no longer fly
I watched that mozzie die
I’m happy he’s gone – you can tell!
by Jan Allison
That skeeter was in for a thumpin'.
I swatted, but he just kept jumpin'.
I got out the spray,
winked, said, “Come my way”.
And now I'm no longer a-grumpin'
by Dale G. Cozart
There's a pesky bug upon the lawn
One his mother should have never spawn
making noises here and there
wish he'd just disappear
One big ol' zap and poof he's gone
by Tim Smith
T-Buzz flies around in pestering irritation
One good swat'll take care of his elimation
No more buzzin' sound
He's garbage can bound
Thank goodness there's no reincarnation
by Marti Sutherland
I was singing karaoke, acapella
While eating a sandwich of mortadella
Along came a mosquito
Named Little Esposito
I smacked him cuz he wasn't a nice fella
By Mystic Rose
A skeeter singing for a favor
Was wanting blood for a caper
He's playing with fire
His future is dire
Joining others on my wallpaper
By Cheryl Hoffman
A mosquito was buzzing loud
Of his bugle, he felt so proud
My hands would squash fast
That buzz would be his last
Soon, he'd be covered with a shroud
by Jo Daniel
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Black Friday
So here we are again
My reflection and I
The worst of friends
As we’ve always been
Surely nothing could be better
I am a happily married man
With a beautiful wife
And a lovely child
But something has grown
Out of the unknown
A latent energy
A mysterious
Creeping and suffocating
Loneliness
The reason for this
I can’t attempt to analyse
When I try, I cry out
With surprise
But I am surely mad
You may say
It can only come to bad
You may say
And yet it is there
A lurking, choking, mysterious
Loneliness
So here we are again
An evening full of pain
When all my work is done
When my wife and child have gone
And where are you?
Waiting on a wet Friday night
For your lovely child
To finish her dance classes
Surely something could be better
For an unhappily married woman
Returning to her home
Waiting for her drunken lover……..
Don’t get me wrong
No indecent proposals
Only a wish to share a common feeling-
Loneliness
Monika – this is just one moment
And we have to think of our lives
Our responsibilities.
But can I dare ask you -
Despite my religious restraints-
Despite the fact that my carnal desire
For you may seem like playing with fire-
Can I dare ask you-
Knowing that we are cautious adults-
Can we one black Friday night-
Share our loneliness together?
Maybe I’ve misread the signals-
Maybe I don’t know what I’m saying-
Don’t get worried about my suggestions
In an age of obsessive sexual insinuations-
I repeat one last time tonight
Can we share our loneliness together?