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A Rondo In 23 Verses
COVID is very inconvenient.
Difficult to endure.
It controls my soul and my movements
It has ruined my life for sure.
I hate masks but I wear them.
Fogging my view with each breath
They blind me to dangers in traffic
Forecasting my vehicular death.
COVID is very inconvenient.
Difficult to endure.
It controls my soul and my movements
It has ruined my walking for sure.
A haircut or facial nice to conjure.
I look like a portrait of doom.
My grey roots protrude and grow longer
The mirror reflects all of my gloom
COVID is very inconvenient.
Difficult to endure.
It controls my being and my movements
It has ruined my beauty for sure.
And Zoom every day, I hate it.
Playing Hollywood Squares with the mob.
At least I can work here pantless.
Until I find a new job.
COVID is very inconvenient.
Difficult to endure.
It controls my soul and my movements
It has ruined my career for sure.
At gym I used to sweat bullets.
Admiring the bodies around.
But now its reduced to a laptop.
And some formless voice counting down.
COVID is very inconvenient.
Difficult to endure.
It controls my being and my movements
It has ruined my physique for sure.
Homeschooling my children is stressful.
They hate every thing that I do
They look upon me as a jailor
A bossy mal tempered old shrew.
COVID is very inconvenient.
Difficult to endure.
It controls my being and my movements
It has ruined my family for sure. .
And why can't we use our own dog walkers
Metabolically relieving the hound.
The city has forbidden this action.
Another way needs to be found.
COVID is very inconvenient.
Difficult to endure.
It controls my being and my movements
It has ruined my pet’s life for sure.
And please don’t repeat this around
I have a lover every Wednesday afternoon.
Since they're not strictly in my bubble,
We can’t, you know what, in a room.
COVID is very inconvenient.
Difficult to endure.
It controls my being and my movements
It has ruined sex life for sure.
Look, I know that millions are dying
I’m not insensitive to that.
But my lifestyle has taken a beating
You can’t call me a brat for that.
COVID is very inconvenient.
Difficult to endure.
It controls my being and movements
It has ruined life for sure.
Rats in the cellar, squirrels in the tree,
things aren't the same as they used to be.
When I left for school with my li'l lunch pail,
I didn't expect a penguin to swallow a whale.
Such an injustice, I've never seen,
a cantaloupe falsely imprisoned a bean.
It's unheeded screams, uncontrolled laughter,
when it's trolls that live happily ever after.
Doors off their hinges, pancakes are stacked,
biscuits are burning, windows are cracked.
Termites in the baseboards, rabbits that fly,
pigs that regularly take to the sky.
Voices that whisper, mad dogs that bite,
winds that go howling and look for a fight.
Wrapped in cellophane, mixed in a blender,
taped up in cardboard and returned to sender.
Rainbows and ravens, kaleidoscope dreams,
leafless branches, gallows lit by moonbeams.
Music boxes, pink ribbons and bows,
tags come on packages; tags come on toes.
Curtains lifted, sick, unsavory scenes,
gear wheels in gear wheels run strange machines.
Dissected, disowned and double-downsized,
unaided, unacknowledged and unrecognized.
Puzzles, conundrums that cannot be solved,
water plus turpentine make witches dissolve.
Pimentos are diced, harsh words are spoken,
nightmares are jumbled; eggshells are broken.
Lost in the doldrums, eyeballs protrude,
walking on blisters, a horse latitude.
Spineless jellyfish, lackeys and flunkies,
silver tongued vultures, branch swinging monkeys.
Experts and pundits, paid authorities,
Kool-Aid in canisters, down on your knees.
Bishops take pawns, the fat lady sings,
fires ablaze on black nights with kings.
Shattered stars, fragmented stones,
shining splinters, bleak, burning bones.
Songs without meaning, songs without words,
sung by unseen phantoms and silent birds.
Refrigerators with pictures nobody knows,
eyes staring back, no answers disclose.
Spiders and spinning bicycle wheels,
buffalos, bandits, and slippery seals.
Electric toothbrushes, electric chairs,
lethal injections, pushed down the stairs.
Pieces on the floor, a sad state of disarray,
the gift you've left me is insanity's bouquet.
You stole my cookies, pilfered my cat,
laughed at me roundly and turned me down flat.
Mice it in the attic go chitter chatter,
have I lost my wits or gone mad as a hatter?
taking an early walk along the shore
awaiting for the royal entrance of the new day
through His Love Divine---
I hear the whisper of the cold and gentle wind into my ears saying:
the arrival of your majestic prince of the universe has now begun
excitements I feel deep down in my heart
giving a fleeting glimpse at the side of the ocean
there lies the long ranges of mountain-tops
seems as if they hide him from me
giving me suspense on his final exquisite appearance
as the ebbs move gracefully on their way back…
carpeting his path
waves all arise welcoming him with their loveliest prelude
the cold breeze gently wafts the perfumes as peaceful as they could
a scent of the blue ocean-potpourri
filling the air up to the clouds then down to my mood
as my prince finally ascends unto the clear sky
through his radiant rays he sends me right away his glowing smiles
descending his loving touch mellowed by God’s Loving Embraces
from my face creeping down to my whole being
all I feel is his warmth: an assurance that forever He cares
a very wonderful feeling I can’t explain
I close my eyes and raise my gentle face towards his rays
trying to absorb all the blessings and graces he brings
Oh, what a great and wonderful feeling!
keeping still my chin up on high
exposing to him my rosy cheeked face as I close my eyes
then I protrude my lips
As I want to finally feel my Prince Sun’s warmest kiss
a kiss of my Darling Sunshine
a sweet kiss of love
the greatest and eternal love
from up above
Feb. 9, 2013 2.30pm
Note:
I love sunshine! My father gave me a ring when I was still young engraved with words Darling Sunshine because according to him I was born during sunrise. I lost the ring when I was staying in a dormitory as a student.
Sixth Place
Contest: Verse Poems
Judged: 3/12/2013
Sponsor: Poet Nathan A
Third Place
Contest: A Kiss of Sunshine
Judged: 3/25/2013
Sponsor: Poet Gail Angel Doyle
First Place
Contest: In Honor of my Fave Poem
Judged: 4/11/2013
Sponsor: Poet Andrea Dietrich
Taking use of a waterfly
She merrily drifts on
To a tired petty refuge...
For the last time.
The waterfly is gentle
Beyond it's appearance.
It's wings bellow
A deep hum
And it's ventriloquist eyes
Are forever waiting beneath the sea.
You lay a few cautious kisses
Upon it's head.
It's been so tedious over the years.
So careful to go
To each specific place.
It's corpulent body
Trembles in it's pace
And carries you into
A stronger current,
Ignoring the ancient palace.
Your curiosity fumbles
With his golden reigns.
He turns back
Unwillingly.
Strange.
Strange that this old waterfly
No longer knows his way.
Strange, he seems
Reluctent to obey.
She strokes his weary head
And they arrive at their destination.
What a strange being.
She wonders as she
Searches his age old face
Worn at the edges with
Touches of silver splinters
And water rust.
Each crease and fold
Holding more water
Than the hungry path in which they travel.
Don't go.
Begging,
Selfish,
Incandescent,
Loathing.
Don't go.
This is what his front
Would say
But it never makes it past his
Studded, smooth, eroded teeth.
She left.
She walked below the bridge instead.
She opened the door to the palace
Where brave men no longer venture.
She spots a cold dark woman
With a veiled face and frowning brows.
She wears a white familiar dress.
All to familiar to the waterfly flyer.
She stares at the eyes of the dangling woman.
They protrude from her skull
In a somewhat modest fashion,
Like a prostitute,
Avoiding the burns of the limelight.
They devoured her face and
Left her lips parted with slurred speech.
The wedding march
From a Midsummer Night's Dream
Slowy churned on beneath the stifled murmurs.
She heard murmurs.
Her distant husband sat in a corner
With three limpid bitter seas
Tumbling from his green skies.
He held a wrinkled, written prose
Within his trembling hands.
She left me her body,
He cried.
She always left me her body.
And the waterfly fell silent.
A friend of mine,
Told me Christ is one of these three things:
A joke in a popular culture,
A name used to oppress Africans.
A banner raised by religionists to prevent homosexuals from getting married.
She mentioned the church is where people.
Give advice they themselves can't keep,
The shepherd is more lost than the sheep,
He preaches what himself can't keep.
Never will she want to be part of the sheep.
The sheep are lost, pretending to be found,
Their voice is that of a wolf.
Sharp nails that protrude from their hooves,
These sheep feed on meat and blood!
Wiping their lips every morning before church service.
She mentioned God is a subject that can be perfectly understood outside the Bible.
Other religions are just different road maps to Him.
She no longer wants to be identified with Christian 'Clicks'.
She wants to be free,
Her wings have been choked daily,
she can no longer grow in the faith she was brought up in.
She now talks of Karma,
The universe energy that is focused on her.
The positive and good vibes directed to her,
the emptying of mind from her Yoga tutor,
She no longer sails with God in her tide.
Depending on fate and chance,
Sin has clogged her mind, becoming callous in her conscience.
Doing what she loves, what her mind wants.
She is no longer in the faith,
neither was she in the first place.
Death hatched doubts,
Stretch of doubt led her blindly out.
But you must remember, beloved,
predictions of the apostles.
There will be scoffers in the last days,
Following their ungodly passions,
It is these who cause divisions,
Worldly and devoid of the Spirit.
Beloved, building yourselves up in your most holy faith,
praying in the Holy Spirit,
keep yourselves in the love of God,
In wait for the mercy of our Lord Jesus Christ that leads to eternal life.
Having mercy on those who doubt.
save others by snatching them out of the fire, showing mercy to others with fear,
hating even the garment stained by their flesh.
Ink blotting covers looks like souls trying to escape from a cluster
Shanking each other, blood spilling in a gutter
People hating one another, melting butter
The back of a butterfly, a hand partially covering an eye
Cloud in the sky a working mind in thermo radiation
A cooking guy
Pennies in a wishing well
Enemies in a holding cell ,tension in the air
A dog biting a man with a bag full of mail
Love repelled,
A glove inflated than popped ,the release of it’s hot air
Sound of a rip tear
Frequencies in microwave a picture of a solar flare
A working imagination, hallucinogenic animation, a scenic illustration
A sink draining, a monk in deep meditation
Party and celebration, ends meeting
The vibration of vocal chords when your speaking
Pungent odors reeking, a hangover
Pain, a crushed up range rover
A spilled on cup holder a puddle of liquid on a table
Lies made up by fables
A face against a glass, Xerox of a... butt
Thoughts about the past, a bum digging in my stash
Then I had to whoop his... butt like he stole something from me in the past
A well lit flower smiling in the sunshine
Blades of grass whispering in a huddle
From striking beauty a man tongue tied
Water being thrown from a puddle
A brief sensation of pain, the creation of a stain
Steam from a train, the wild that seem tame
Stain glass windows sun beams that protrude tears that trickle
Trees that snicker shadows that gaze
Thoughts that wither, ambition that fades
Having epiphanies feeling reborn
A field of corn full of life ,a cats purr
A cup of ice water stirred
The echo of waves submitting to gravity and current
A melancholy person with a smile that’s reassuring
A yell from triumph, an echo reverbing
A bond forming, a long wait that’s boring
The fear of mind control fear of the unknown
An adrenaline rush from a quick descent from high to low
A sore throat
Water dripping constantly on cement until it corrodes and forms a hole
Form:
Mirror, Mirror
I look at the clear glass in front of me framed with decorative carvings
Back at me stares a pair of somber eyes
With those eyes I see the fiery abyss of my left chest cavity in the reflection
Clank clank the sound it makes as it pings against my rib cage pushing to break free
clank , clank
My heart clanks on as my large breasts protrude from my wide middle
I look in the glass to see the fellow faces of my peers staring and smirking at me
I look to see the harsh angered face of my mother and her ridicule pouring from her mouth
I look to see my long nose and my damaged hair that lay upon my skull
I look to see a girl no longer a girl but an ugly shell holding in a dangerous beast
I walk through the musty gum ridden hallways of my jail to see exuberant eyes and pearly white enamel exposed
As I walk I see those exuberant eyes glance towards the shell of my body but merily they trudge on
I sit down in my hard plastic chair and listen to my friend make jokes about me and I just pretend i’m fine
I stare back at their gorgeous innocent face and I push out a laugh forced by the metallic clank of my heart
I feel the palm of my moist hand and stab it with a blade and pretend it is hades himself
I hear the demanding voice of my tyrant beckoning for me and I jab hades into my wrist and watch in joy as the blood pours out
I feel as though my heart is locked in a cage like a tiger never to be seen again
I feel like a servant to god making motions with my shell but my innards do not follow
I feel as though life hands me fire but everybody else sugar
Day in day out threatened by the tiger in my rib cage waiting to escape like houdini
Day in day out pretending I am fine
Day in day out until the blood pores from my wrist
Until the metallic clank of the tiger beating against the cage dies away and with it the shell of my body as my demon floats up to hell where it belongs
One stands utterly still
in darkness only lit
by a full moon obscured by
eerie clouds, drifting
slowly across the moon’s path.
Nothing moves, not even a
gentle breeze exists in
this place that has been
painted black.
Sound does not enter one’s
ears; quiet has overcome its
presence, it makes one feel
deafened by silence.
Still one stands motionless awaiting
that sudden sound created by
human presence.
One awaits hidden in the gloomy
shadows created by edifices
created by man to provide
safety; how wrong they were.
Something moves making the
gravelled paths crunch like
breaking bones.
Their heart beats loudly,
their veins protrude
teasing one to strike but
one must wait,
one must not be too hasty
or all will be revealed at
the wrong moment; timing is
vital.
The sound steadily grows louder;
the creature is in the vicinity
of my presence, the smell of its
blood is potent enticing one to
lust its precious gift of life
that flows through its body.
It passes the edifice that
creates the shadows one is
hidden in; one has stricken
without warning.
Blood pours in to one’s mouth
through the harsh wound now
upon the creature’s neck, it
warms one’s dead heart making
it beat only for moments.
The creature squirms endlessly;
pointless and futile,
it becomes sluggish and grey,
one stops and pauses; the
creature dropped with a
heavy thump, it was a man.
One breathes heavily; blood drips
sinisterly down on to one’s chin whilst
peering at the now dead
man lying on the ground
in a twisted way; its
bones snapped and protruding
through raw muscle.
One has killed, stolen
innocence and still the
blood lust grows, like
perverted roots that
never stop expanding
deeper in to earth;
that is where one truly
belongs, buried beneath,
trapped, alone and with
nothing but hunger for all eternity.
It comes in waves
Before you know it
Was it always there
It comes in waves
You didn’t think about it today
Did I make it up
Is pain a feeling I’ve ever known
It comes in waves
This time was stronger than usual
The emptiness it left seems bigger than the space inside of me.
Gulping down anything to furnish the bleak landscape left behind until the swirling world resembles the swirling blacks and grays of once intimately known emotions that now seem so far away, out of reach, unable to be processed
It comes in waves
The sun rises and flowers bloom
Blossoming despite the previous storm that threatened to upheave them from their home
Birds flitting from tree to tree
Sun shining down washing away the brain fog and stress like the shortening shadows of the trees it tries so hard to eradicate
It’s almost peaceful in the warm summer morning
It comes in waves
Empty. Again. Aching
Aching to stop feeling
Aching to feel anything more than the resonating nothingness
A feeling that cuts more than any pain
An absence of feeling more palpable than any emotion I’ve ever felt before
Aching
An ache that burns more than the cold air that I greedily breathe to steady myself
Greed
Maybe greed is my problem
Gluttony
The need to consume
Consuming food, drinks, drugs
Indulging beyond satiety, past inebriation
Until I’m numb to even the barren pit that I covetously attempt to fill
The pit that tortures me with its yearning to be filled
So I stuff it with the broken splinters I was given as love before I knew better
They protrude like broken glass through a plastic bag as if reaching out not only to hurt me but those that get close enough to feel the violent nature of how I care for things
The sky is dark
I think a storm is coming
They come in waves
They stand erect on the hill side listening to a jubilant ceremony saturated in the wind and the lake side spilling waves of hope over amplified sound while the residue of life scampers all over the town.
The dead has come back to life and they stood silently reminiscing the long journey, varicose veins swollen with blood protrude from their hard frame and expression of hope covers their faces.
I watch the wind dancing from tree to tree and the eagle-eyed bird with its strong beak flew to the ground picks up a pelican and disappears underneath the clouds. Heavens bursting up at its side and mother ducks and her duckling swim gallantly over to the other side of the river and the moon were their guide.
I saw them standing in the backyard dressed in hard barks straining in heavy artillery at its root and a man getting ready to shoot. He pulled out his fire arm and polished it and put it back in his waist. He walked around aimlessly cutting the grass with the sharp look in his eyes
I walked by lake side and stood there for a while and all of a sudden the water turned blue. It flows vigorously downstream and in the center of it strength abide.
Autumn hopes lined both sides of the street absorbing the heat and mesmerize my heart beat. The colorful leafs hang solemnly on branches decorating the entire town, reminding the people that autumn was around and winter was waiting in the wings with heavy snow pile upon its back and little children playing in yard and flinging up their decorative frocks. Suddenly the phone rings and the epiphany walked through the door and a beautiful sensation fill the air sending smiles and kisses everywhere and the celebratory love, shout and scream and all emotions were revealed. Autumn hope is here.