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Two texts came in.
“I still love you.”
“I want you back.”
I did not recognize the number.
It was not in my phone.
I dialed the number, and a machine answered.
It was his voice.
My stalker, freak boy, the crazy kid.
The one who had followed me around
Giving me compliments, thinking we had a relationship.
He could not have me back because we never had a relationship.
I was horrified. Who gave this creep my new number?
I began looking around the house looking for bugs.
None of my friends would have betrayed me like this.
The doorbell rang. I looked through the peek hole.
Some guy was holding a huge bouquet of yellow roses
in front of his face.
I reached for the phone to call the police
as I heard the glass in the door breaking.
When the author of forever sang
his serenade,
‘twas longing in a virgin’s heart,
the strings he played.
So liltingly and stirringly
did words cascade,
they conjured scent of rose bouquets
in serenade.
Of everlasting love he crooned
in serenade.
Bliss never is inopportune.
His lure was laid.
As sweet refrains flowed through her veins,
the vow he made
was happiness without an end
in serenade.
Upon the troubadour who sang
the serenade,
she smiled, led him by the hand
to grassy glade.
And there beneath a blushing sky,
beguiled maid
succumbed with heady soul that rang
with serenade.
The author of forever, who
croons serenades,
woos the maids, then into the
horizon fades.
His lyrics penned are fiction; he’ll
be not delayed
from moving on, oh vagrant bard
of serenade.
Posted 5/30/2021
NA for Charlotte Puddifoot's Open Poetry 5 Poetry Contest
for Brian Strand's All Yours(Jun 8) Poetry Contest
Standing at the tavern door,eyes dark and brooding
Neath his floppy hat, stared into the crowded room,
A Raven flew from his shoulder settling in rafters high,
He smiled a sardonic smile and ordered a mug of ale.
All turned to look at this dark eyed traveller tall,
His leather boots dusty ,cloak trimmed with mud,
And from his belt around his coat hung a dirk long
No one thought to say a word they tried to look small.
Around the smoke filled room his gaze did wander
Settled on a crowd of rowdy sea going lads noisly
Drinking ale and rum and telling bawdy tales,
Just back from foreign voyage across the seven seas.
Within their midst a vision sat with a smirk on ruby lips
Long hair framed her face like waves of swelling sea,
Like kelpie mane, ran that hair ,her eyes like deep sea green,
And at once his dark eyes shone beneath that floppy hat.
The night wore on, the air grew warm, the raven fluffed his wings
From somewhere a shot rang out lodging in rafters deep,
Laughter raucous and shrill cut across the misty room,
Silence fell heavy among the gathered crowd.
He slowly turned his head in the direction of the rowdy lads
Dark eyes flashed as stepped towards where they sat,
As one they rose and laughed in his face,swords drawn,
In his hand a wooden staff and they laughed no more.
Faces stunned into disbelief at what they had seen,
Around his feet six men lay still blood seeping from their wounds,
He turned on his heel and slowly went through the door,
The Raven cawed, spread his wings as he flew out the door.
Standing by his horse the sea going beauty waited patiently,
She smiled as he approached with a swagger and dark eyes flash
He tipped his floppy hat and beckoned with outstretched hand,
She went to him in full embrace held him like a band.
They travelled the land, the sea faring beauty and the dark eyed man,
Their tale told throughout the fair sun kissed land,
From village to village and taverns where seafaring folk met,
The legend grew of the Dark Eyed traveller and his mermaid bride.
Andrew Provan McIntyre © 2015.
A nightshift a long time ago
I worked with a girl
Her boyfriend didn’t approve
Approve of her working with men
She asked me not to answer the phone
So her boyfriend whouldn’t know
Know of her working together with men
A pasient died during the night
Procedures and protocols to perform
To perform with compassion
So when the phone rang, I answered it
There where no reply, from the other end
And others to call, so I hung up the phone
Two days later, looking out of the tram window
I saw her face, battered and bruised
And knew, her boyfriend really didn’t approve
Approve of her working together with men
A problem I had no solution for
A spring day 25 years later I sat on a train to Oslo
At the Oslo S I saw a couple, recognised the girl
Couples usually goes hand in hand, arm in arm
Or arm around body, arm around shoulder
He was holding her arm!
A problem I still have no solution for
And then comes the poem:
Her facial expression
Battered and bruised
It still bothers me
Her facial expression
A sunny spring day at Oslo S
It still bothers me
It still bothers me
These days I feel as if I'm being consumed
by worry and uncertainty.
Unsure of exactly what to do or whom to see
regarding issues of my health
has robbed me of the calm that once cradled me
in the nights of my soundest sleep.
Once I was the epitome of calmness and stability.
Though a bit anxious, I chalked this up to a little nervous "energy."
My feelings rang with gratitude and gladness
although the voice of all my emotions was almost always small.
Laughing loudly, on the other hand, was the sound of my greatest pleasure!
Even today, my emotions are not often loud.
Despite current feelings of betrayal and disappointment,
and also of great anger,
I rarely bellow.
Feeling often overwhelmed, I muddle through.
I've plenty of nervous energy still.
And almost every day I find time for comedy.
I guffaw loudly at my favorite sitcoms,
remembering that laughter, after all, is the best medicine.
Jan. 4, 2019 for Caren Krutsinger's "My Loudest Feelings" Poetry Contest
Fooled me
Hit me with the....
Love bombing faze
Said to myself....
Hmm... this different
Inner me subconsciously
Wanted to flee
Too good to be true
Trick myself...
Girl let him love on you
Heart wondered
Wondered in darkness
Mind played tricks on me
Judgement cloudy
Cloudy from the red flags
Had all the right words
Words that sizzle my soul
soul floated on Milky Way
Charismatic ascended my spirit
9th dimension of spiritual realm
Thoughts of you
Rang angels playing trumpets
Feed my butterflies in my soul
Your touch rebooted my thoughts
Thoughts of morning sunrise
Blissfully rocking through my emotions
Thought of your love
Elevated my high as a Eagle
False dream of my fairytale
Deemed chaotic
Dilute it my ecstasy
Fell to darkness
Fairytale turned lies
Damn... I had my wall up
Mind in rage
Night of passion
Should left it there
Sweet nothings invaded
My innocent heart
Left my logic in a corner
Logic should been my best friend
Fell for illusion
Fell for false identity
Nobody feelings matter
Asswipe unapologetic
Remorseful what I did?
Care I have no conscious
Indecisive;confused
Selfish I come first
Sweet nothings I tell
Incompetent I don’t know love
Sneaky
Trifling
Inconsiderate
Careless; reckless
The blessed time of the year has come
The prince of peace on Earth is born
Let us hail the king of kings
Let us sing and blow our horn
‘Glory to God and peace on Earth’
The Shepherds once at midnight sang
From every nook, its echoes rang! (Chorus)
Christ is born in our hearts today
Bringing heavenly peace and joy
All around is a convivial air
And everyone, in a mood to enjoy.
Glory to God and peace on Earth’
The Shepherds once at midnight sang
From every nook, its echoes rang! (Chorus)
Behold His tender, lovely face!
Never a flower so sweetly graced
Never has been such peace serene
None on Earth, so widely praised.
Glory to God and peace on Earth’
The Shepherds once at midnight sang
From every nook, its echoes rang! (Chorus)
Christmas gaiety is everywhere
The Earth with rising vigor thrills
Colorful stars brighten the streets
From every church, merry carol trills.
Glory to God and peace on Earth’
The Shepherds once at midnight sang
From every nook, its echoes rang! (Chorus)
Jingle jangle went her wrists,
jangle jingle rang the rings that swung from bell-roped ears.
Unless she shook like a tambourine, she could hardly be seen.
When in motion Bodhrán drums and pursed wind-blown pipes
marched upright, legs as stiff as Irish dancers.
Maybe fairies danced in her eyes, or maybe drunken dodgem cars?
Something was turning and bumping,
something was walking and talking, jangling, and jingling
upon a nervy trampoline of being.
Though fascinatingly thrumming with the sonics
of a madcap Calle band she failed to transmit, nor fit,
as if she had shaken free of the crowd to be this
jiggling skeleton key seeking any keyhole of attention.
Ring, ring, ring ~ my phone rang in the middle of the night
I picked it up, my voice as pale as a ghost so white
"Melissa, it's Jason...meet me at the park in half an hour"
My boyfriend of 3 years, what could he want this very hour?
I wasted not a moment, I'm set and grabbed my keys
I hurried down the stairs and nearly fell on my knees
I'm nervous as hell, couldn't stop wondering of what's going on
On my way, I prayed "Lord, let this be of light's dawn".
I made it just in time, I saw him standing by a tree
I walked closer, my face full of questions deeper than a sea
He stared at me with eyes so silent, his body in a freeze
I searched his mind but nothing to find, I felt the wind's cold breeze.
He reached for my hand and handed me a piece
"Open it Melissa, please...Don't let my warm heart miss,
A smile of yours, or tears that I someday may no longer see"
I shed tears of yes as he went on his knee...
"Happy Anniversary, Will You Marry Me?"
I have run three marathon since the break of dawn and have written three songs to humble the dishonest man but all the effort that I have made he still continue the shove dirt in my face. I stood up to him like a cock on a spring and spread out the details all around him, he seems to evade all logics and persist with the idiotic manuscript.
He rants and raves in the sweltering heat and reality plunge him under the blood stained sheet. His phone rang for a couple of seconds and that was the last time we heard of him.
The people gather in the square to celebrate the life of a man that they say was so dear, they say he was the center of the square, a dumb fellow with a promising mind but had a heart that was as salty as river.
His egoistic attributes and his domestic under the cover motion has caused him to sink to the bottom of the ocean and the intimidating look on his face has thrown him out of the entire race and so the sharks had big fish for lunch and the birds reserve the brain marrow for brunch.
The different phases have come and gone and the people have been left to weather the terrible storm. They walked around with clouds on their faces, flip fop slippers on their feet and a misery floating in the deep.
I cannot forget the day when they walk down the road with thick blocks on top of their heads in the blistering heat with no shoes on their feet relying only on courage to pull them along and when they reach their destination they sang a colorful song and suddenly the burden was gone.
I stood on top of the mountain watching malady jumping over the fence dropping residues on the ground and greeting the people with a sadistic frown but the rain came quickly and washed it away and save the city from the tempestuous day.
Suddenly a strange emotion came over me and cast a shadow in the street rooting up trees and tearing down houses. It walked from street to street making peculiar sounds in the breeze, so nature has returned to the dark places and they have finally complete all the phases
The sun came out with a sudden grin and told the people that they have paid dearly for their preposterous sins, and so I wiped the sweat from my face and crossed the bridge and travel a thousand miles to start a brand new phase.