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tryst of the moon and the stars
- oh how far
off, when the greed of war
spoils with feldspar.
eruptions of not the loins
but clashes of steel —
political coins
care not how one feels.
a lightning grip on lovers,
mocking, celebrating their aloneness.
the dark hovers
over the waters of Loch Ness.
spouse weeps.
tears constantly fill
the freshwater deep.
the warmonger monster would’st kill.
any great and honorable name
that can be caught in the web —
her man would never be the same,
adrift in the ebb.
she tries to reattach limbs,
pry open his hopeful eyes,
fish for him with sermons and hymns
but he believes in Nessie-lies.
tryst of the moon and stars
-oh how far
off, when the greed of war
spoils with feldspar.
1/13/2021
Large fuzzy pajamas with a hood
Used to be for toddlers.
Now I have them.
They are getting rather worn.
My zebra go-to-pajamas.
My husband ordered me another pair.
They are big enough to fit around me, thus
they are about eighteen inches too long.
If you do not know inches they are
The bottom of a man’s shoe plus
The bottom of a toddler’s shoe too long.
I am debating how to fix this.
I love the idea of having feet in them.
My zebra zip up suit does not actually have
The footie part. It is cut off at my ankles.
I think I will pretend I am a knee surgeon,
Cut them off, shorten them, and then
Reattach.
Which makes me wonder.
If I get my knees replaced,
Can we use a 3-D printer and make
me longer leg bones so I can be
Six foot tall instead of five foot two
and a fourth? If I was I would not have to add the fourth.
Witchy Witchy is so twitchy
Her colorful broom is also glitchy
They are a team
on Hallows mean
We see them flying high in the midnight sky
And the children scream “We are going to die!”
But wait, says the cat.
Who knows where it’s at.
She is not that bad, just married to a cad.
Hold up! Yells a small warlock. That is my dad!
So, the fight is on.
To the death, and the cat is gone.
The warlock yells, "Down here Mum!"
And witchy witchy heads south to get herself some
Delicious girls
With dark brown curls.
Ugh! They taste awful! She says to her son.
I know, he replies. But I thought it would be fun.
And the girls reattach the limbs she spit out.
They hurry home to tell everyone about…
Witchy witchy and her broom which was twitchy glitchy.
I do not think I could survive
Without the arm I use
To do the thousand things it does;
I guess this isn't news.
But somehow something's come along
That means as much to me
And getting by without it
Would comprise a tragedy.
Don't judge me, for I'm pretty sure
That many can relate.
My iPhone's like a body part
That should not separate.
So when it wasn't working
Panic flooded through my soul,
Like my right arm yanked right off
And leaving just a gaping hole.
A guy at Staples fixed it.
Like a surgeon, he did catch
What the problem was, so my "right arm"
He got to reattach.
After her ordeal and rescue she was offered too much prettiness
Too fast, too much empathy, too much concern, too much kindness.
She ran back to her abuser, trying to reattach her depressed self to him,
Trying to rectify what she had begun to think was normal, promising love.
When in fact, she was giving him less than that, accepting his terms.
Because she did not deserve pretty, she did not deserve kindness.
Immobilized, she knew she was a bad girl, she said and did the wrong things.
She would be lucky if he took her back. He pretended he was not going to.
She cried and screamed and begged, accepting any terms he set down.
She ran inside, and they locked the door, locking the do-gooders out.
Locking out her family and friends, who had finally gotten her to safe ground.
She never again remembered that she had once been outgoing, and fun.
She forgot about parties, and playfulness. She forgot how to laugh and smile.
She was back in the devil’s arms, where she felt she belonged,
Trying forever to resuscitate the forever-after she had expected long ago.
The one she believed in for the rest of her life, the one that kept her prisoner.
There is one constant in this world, it’s all around for us to see.
It can show you each one of your failures, or a future that will never be.
Every aspect will be affected, sometimes good and sometimes bad.
This constant will always remind us of a life that we once had.
How long can any of us suffer, how many tears can we cry?
Will heartstrings reattach, should we even really try?
Can one moment full of passion ever fix the price of light?
Is true love worth the exit, or will it just fade into the night?
To have love unbridled with loss, is like a cloud absent of rain.
You can’t have one without the other, and the cost is always pain.
Is it better to have loved and lost if it rips your world apart?
If your quest is for the truth, then just ask a broken heart.
Inner Conflict Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Unseeking Seeker
8/19/22
What do you want me to write?
I think I will write about faith
What is faith?
Is it something you can see
can grab, can hang onto?
Yes, yes, and yes
You can see in someone though not visually, with your spirit eyes
You can feel in someone though not spoken
You can attach and reattach
You can detach and be attacked
Either way it works for you and not against you
It lifts you out of the bound and sets you on a firmer ground
It heals your senses, body, and anything it touches
It removes doubt, fear, oppression, and things not called for
It calls into being what is not spoken
It determines our fate through words that are spoken
It affirms our senses, values, ownership through its grandeur
It moves mountains, blockage, obstruction
It brings one to one's knees in a moment of desperation, brokenness
It catapults one to one's spiritual height
It remains with one through one's deepest sorrows
What can it do?
It can do a lot
Whatever one wants it to do, it will do
Because He will do
Because faith is God
And God is faith
Can't separate one from another
God meant for us to have faith
And have faith plenty
Have faith in everything
Because "faith is the assurance of things hoped for
the conviction of things not seen" (Hebrews 11-1)
"And without faith, it is impossible to please God" (Hebrews 11:6)
"For we walk by faith, not by sight" (2 Corinthians 5:7)
Because we need to "fight the good fight of faith" (1 Timothy 6:12)
Because faith is a gift
When morning came: the phone rang.
She anwsered.
Honey he said come get me
someone took the altenator off
my truck, I need
a ride to the store. She acted cool and anwsered well
I will be their in an hour I have a fella here
looking at the dishwasher.
We don't have a dishwasher honey, what are
you talking about!
She told him I bought one
four days ago, I called
you buit you didn't anwser.
He hung up the phone
and walked to the house. She was there in the kitchen
when he walked in.
Why are you lying to me?
Cause you aint been here
and all you care about is
those damn mucktrucks.
You better not had nothing to do with that altenator.
Her evasivness gave her away.
Where is it.
He grunted and went outside
to talk to her
through
the window. Where is my altenato?
It on the bench by the wrenches:
Swain said you can reattach the altenator in less
then 10 minutes
with a socket set.
Who is Swain: aint he an underwear
model. Yeah he likes mine and all.
What are we breaking up or something?
She told him don't leave me, I don't know what to do
being here alone
here with out you
If you don't want me I don't know who will.
I am lying Honey aint know one else,
I need sum time wiff ya!
i think I needz to be pregant.
Why did you take
off the altenator!
Cause Just cause, she said.
Kiss me: I'm his lover
you need to be jeoluos of him
he wishes to be with me.
Who he asked, you I hope.
Aint no body else, I'm lying!
If you here
some say I kissed my lover through
the kitchen window
Tell them it precursed our wedding.
I'll marry you if you'll have me!
He looked at her and said.
In That Moment
On ten billion hard drives
encircling the world
Those with computers
can read and unfurl
Sitting here waiting
for them to log on
Alive in that moment
— in verse and in song
**
All Is Not Lost
Once beyond 70
each day becomes ten
An hour a minute
as seconds portend
With time running out
last horizon ahead
The sun’s final setting
and future to bed
But all is not lost
as you loosen your grip
A flapping is heard
through the darkened abyss
With one last look back
to tomorrow goodbye
Two wings reattach
— reborn in the sky
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Last Chance
Looking up
to the reasons
Looking down
on the why’s
Looking out
through each season
Looking back
in disguise
With tired excuses
the joy of no pain
Shunning the Muses
crying out in refrain
“It’s time to jump off
your 9th life from the queue
Don’t question the cost
— your last chance to be you”
**