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I saw her walking down the darkened gallery,
Beneath unlit Venetian chandeliers,
I glimpsed her acquiescent smile
That never left her lips,
A smile that animated pleasure
And instilled a prick of wonder,
And an expanse of love.
With some embarrassing misdemeanor,
I tiptoed forth and fell in step with her,
I, bold and daring;
She, a feigned timidity in her mien.
Her flared skirt rustled softly against my leg,
And in the silence I felt
Her hand brushing against mine,
Her long fingers curled delicately
And intertwined with mine.
A moment of time, split second of ecstasy,
Our eyes met in a finite profound gaze,
And her lips quivered.
And then.....
All was as before.
Smoothly we drew apart,
Steps never faltering,
As she hurried away
Into a maze of corridors,
To meet her love.
You, again. . .
Yes, I know I mustn’t look your way,
Even averted wholeheartedly, I am immersed in your presence
And it is so different, when it is the first,
It is stranger, unearthing…
I wasn’t in love, infatuated at best,
How cruel those emotions twisted and turned against you
Your soul must have quivered in wariness as I passed your way
As I, never enough, never strong enough, turned the other cheek
Deafly, I hear your voice amongst the crowd,
The annoying, distinctive voice that had later caught my interest,
And then, disdain…as years passed…
Disdain, for that voice spoke so well, though it never understood my pain
It never articulated, understood that level of my sorrows
I let you go long ago,
But I cannot bear to look at you again
At that smug face, your short-trimmed hair,
And that smile…every single time we lock eyes
It’s a smile of “Why must she be here?
Why do we have the same friends?
Soon, she will be away,
Lost in separate reality
And I shall press forward
To more important people,
More important things…”
Why is it so, so hard to reconnect with you?
Not in that foolish love battle we’ve never fought,
Or the crazy emotional rampage that have ruined beautiful nights
I just want to believe I exist in your world,
That maybe somehow, I make sense,
I do not just materialize in your presence,
To be greeted by your condescending smile
I just want to, just for a moment, Matter,
Not in the way that we are all so used to,
Of the immaterial, the foolish bump into worlds
Bouncing right back out of sight
The hesitation, the holding of breath,
The distasteful beat of your anxious heart
Losing me in every thump of your chest
Under that dastardly, angry brow of yours
In the cruel crook of your half-smile,
I know what I can be,
This unattractive, quiet, luminous nuisance
I know it, in my valueless existence,
I know I am too much at times,
And for that I have recoiled,
Soiled in these foolish tears
I cry because you Matter,
Where I may never
When i died, hush bequeathed the Scrabble Board
The once weighty tomes floated off cramped shelves
Whilst married letters argued midst themselves
Phonics quivered sans the vowel adored
O' warm vowel with the prominent dot
Disarrayed lost words bowed their heads and cried
On that sonant solemn day when i died
Shrouding the dot with a forget-me-not
Ill-fated, O' How could i bear such strain
Replaced without heart in a scrabble game
From die to dye, opponents scored higher
Of y's bold encroachment on i's domain
And when i died in Craig, one must exclaim
Replaced by a y, does it create Ire?
Date: 11/04/23
I died poetry contest
Sponsor: Craig Cornish
A female praying mantis is so alluring, living in her island paradise -- a small swamp with so many wonderful plants and flowers around. The female mantis is being courted by so many males of different colors and sizes though she is bigger and heavier than most males. One by one, during autumn or at any time in temperate regions, the males disappear after meeting the coveted one.
One day, a new male was swinging under a leaf and was called by the praying mantis to go down. The male one didn't respond as if he heard nothing. The praying mantis was frustrated and went somewhere else.
The next day, the same male mantis was seen by the praying mantis, calling him again. The male one turned around and asked why the female one is calling him. The female said, "I like you. Don't you find me attractive?..."
The male one replied, "I like you, but I'm childish. I am not fit for you."
The female one was surprised hearing it and laughed.
The male one invited the female one to walk for a while on the ground, shaded with extending low leaves and stems of plants. While walking, the male one was caught by a spider web and can hardly extricate from the thick web. The female one said, "I wish I can help you, but that's the best position I like most so we can be together for a longer time."
Unknown to the female one, the male one has friends in the area who are spiders. The spider webs are traps for burglars and intruders in the area. And the male one happens to be a friend of the leader of the spiders hiding everywhere encompassing the area where the male one was trapped.
Many spiders instantly appeared in the scene, surrounding the two mantises.
The female one hissed, ""What's the meaning of this?... Is this a trap?!"
The leader of the spiders said, "Our friend is the one caught in the web. You better run right now or we will clobber you!"
"Why do I need to run?" asked the female one.
The leader of the spiders replied, "We know that you eat all your lovers whenever you wish to mate with anyone of them. And that is cannibalism!"
The female one quivered, saying, "...I need to do it because it's a biological necessity."
WEIGHT OF THE WICKED
So many years without joy.
She yearned for a girl or boy.
This mysterious man had eyes for her.
She became an unwilling participant, as his toy.
Wickedness he would ruthlessly employ.
Bloodstained penetration became a blur.
He left her cruelly bound, her heart’s defeat,
Her knees could not find their way to the mercy seat.
She was at the threshold of death at her own hand -
Anger, jealousy and covetousness her life’s cheat.
Constantly she wondered if she was just a piece of meat.
She held onto her nightstand, as she quivered in quicksand.Not tempted by diet, she gained a few pounds.
She had to flee from the rapist’s ravenous sounds.
Her rotting lot, “feeling sorry for herself” bloodshot vanity,
As memory brought the calling of demonic hounds.
Curvature of her lips- no ups, only downs -
Her piteous cries never heard on the otherside of sanity.
Dismal fate, like hardened charcoal, blackened heart.
Life told her to “lie down in the bed she made,” part
From even, the meager life she’d chiseled out.
Her neighbor found her, cut out the devil’s dart .
Cleaned up, loved for the first time, she had a cardiac-start.
Faith restored, removed the numbing cold and doubt.A doctor’s examine revealed, a conception, not all fat.
Mixed feelings tortured her once more, like a gnawing rat.
Strangely with a stranger’s heartbeat and breath,
Love warmed her, through and through, like a welcoming mat.
She even adopted, a wise and adoring, calico cat.
Her compassionate friend saved her and her daughter from death.
9/21/2017
Rhyme in 5 Contest using the following words:
1.) piteous 2.) bloodstained 3.) threshold 4.) conception 5.) dismal
My heart enfolded the horizon of blushing dawn,
the brush of yearning soaked the sunburst colors,
painted a garden of Monet blooming with my love,
unfurling the facsimile of your florid face, adorned.
The patina of radiant rose flushed your lips’ petals,
quivered with the cadence of the chromatic dew.
As rhapsody rippled in mesmeric meadow of my heart,
at the edge of time I wafted on euphoria, enchanted.
In the labyrinthine vale of mind contoured by passion
I carved an amorous channel of longing to reach you.
The fervid cloud of my craving melted in a torrent,
making my unbound love a cascading river, beguiled.
Riding the ebullient waves of your amethyst allure,
unanchored ardor sailed to the bay of luscious lips,
where the sunrise desire turned my love to ember,
the first kiss blazed fervent furrow in my heart, enthralled.
February 26, 2020
They’re cute, little opossums; riding on Mama’s back;
her tail rail, secures precious brood.
They’ll grow to be lethal rats;
they’ll try to eat your dog or cat and they will probably win their battle, as they have, giant shoulder chips.
My Manx once tangled with opossum female and
since she had little tail;
great mouthfuls did her hinny make.
Proud of the white upon her chest,
she quickly cleaned up the mess and us,
none the wiser be.
For several days she laid around, our little calico clown; but she was aged and likely to do so.
Around the house she trod; with no marks or blood on bod; until she could no more and it puzzled us to our cores,
why she’d stopped eating.
We took her off to the Vet; a virus, we surely bet and
what a shock we did get, when Vet said,
“Opossum’s chewed up her behind!”
Surgery was our next option;
because an opossum went’a‘chomp’in.
In a couple of days we’d have to stop in and
pick her up, once again.
Listless at home, as our tabby roamed;
her little sister, her ego blistered;
examining tube sticking out her butt;
wouldn’t leave her alone,
so violent hisses and growls ensued.
For days on end, our humiliated furry friend;
would her long days begin, in such a moody brooding.
When that tube came out, happy calico clown,
like “Tigger”, bounced all around.
Table to table and chair to chair she leapt and
made us all shout; “Bad cat!”
Nevertheless, not one thing was broken.
Her sister, how she sniffed at the stitches,
in her hips; our Manx finally laid down the law and
let a big paw rip! Swatted Tabby was offended!
The hissing, spitting fight ensued; with Tabby rolling through the room; Manx, she released such gloom and doom that made Tabby a bit smarter.
Perhaps Manx’s situation, demonstrated by her jubilation, coupled with her agitation; rejuvenated her.
A lively “kit”, she was again
and I tell you, my Manx friend,
enjoyed her newfound days again;
happy that she was saved.
For a while, Tabby quivered;
dazed, she sat and shivered,
because Manx had sent her up proverbial river.
A double lesson, it had been;
though Tabby did irritate Manx again;
Manx from then on did engage in more careful play;
but not with an opossum.
Bama’s Night Before Christmas
T’was the night before Christmas, and all through Bryant-Denny,
The championship banners were whipping in the wind, as a constant reminder
That the Tide never gives in. With the mood set and the time just right.
Our Boys were getting ready for one heck of a fight!
The air was brisk and the stands were cold,
But that soon would change as the Bama pride and tradition soon would unfold.
For the stadium would soon fill with a sea of crimson and white,
And the smell of victory would soon fill the air on that glorious night.
When out on the empty field echoed such a clatter,
So I ran onto the field to see what was the matter.
Straight to the fifty in a mad dash,
Even I was absolutely amazed that I was there in a flash.
Then in the end-zone what should appear,
But a Crimson tour bus and eight “Big Al” reindeer;
And out stepped a man, with his playbook in hand and with a brief pause,
Thundered: “My name is Nick… and there’s no relation to that man named Claus”.
Then, a ghostly cheer from an absent crowd was calling his name,
As the ol’ coach proudly would exclaim:
“This is Arenas and Cody and Grant and Hightower,
And Ingram and Jones and Maze and McElroy.”
A suggestion to those with this burdensome task…the fight was on indeed,
He hurried onto the turf, with a burning desire to succeed.
His eyes, how attentive - his face was beaming,
His cheeks were crimson, his nose was the same… as his blood was steaming.
He had an intent face that seemed like stone; lacking Mt. Cody’s enormous belly
That quivered like a crimson sea full of jelly.
And jolly ol’ Nick divertingly uttered a Roll-Tide-Roll!
As the opposing team easily folded as the ladder this unfortunate entry foretold.
Then he faced his boys and also the fans and to all he told,
“Merry Christmas to All and to All a Roll-Tide-Roll!
My heart enfolded the hued horizon of dazzling dawn,
the yearning brush soaked the sunburst colors,
painted a Monet garden blooming with my love,
unfurled the facsimile of your floral face,
adroitly adorned.
The luring luster of lilac rose lined your lips,
quivered with the cadence of the dancing dew.
As rhapsody rippled in my heart’s mesmerized meadow,
at the edge of stalled time I soared in euphoria,
endlessly enchanted.
In the velvet vale of my mind fashioned by fervor,
I carved a charming channel of longing to reach you.
The climbing cloud of my craving came down in a torrent,
making my melodic love a meandering river,
earnestly enthralled.
The oasis of my mind one day dried in the desert,
dripping cloud drenching the desiccated passion didn’t stay long,
disappeared with the draft of the summer wind of discontent,
as in the sand storm the dregs of divested desire drifted away,
utterly unowned.
The river of longing in my abandoned valley got lost,
the fervent flowers I gave you withered in your vase,
but your memory preserved some in perception,
the ones you liked the most,
amazingly adoring.
When in the lonely hours they would appear apparently alive,
take you to the valley of flower we had been together once,
it was me they would then let you know,
and allure you with my unwritten absence,
eternally engraved.
As a breath
of butterflies wings,
your touch
lights my soul to fire,
Aching,
for a quivered delight,
just a reach away
,
The heady brush
of tongue and skin,
draws to cold sliver’s
of shivered moans,
Heating to boil
over passions end,
and into ecstasy’s hold
Envelop me in ruby layers
of gossamer heat,
tattooing your name
bone deep,
branding my soul,
to an eternal embrace
of melded spirits
Spooned heat
finding unity,
the burning tracks
of lust
blaze my spirit,
lighting all heavens,
touching the profound,
in gentle whispers
of gasping screams
And in graced pieces
I return to earths fold,
enlightened
being of love,
in a devils hold