Long Relative Poems
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Unwelcome... (Users)
Do this little favor for me,
and I will love you all my days.
Do as I ask, and I promise life
will be complete,
especially so,
if you smell my feet.
It does not matter if this request causes...
pain, suffering and or...
hurt of any kind.
It does not matter if it galls,
wounds or damages...
anyone on a dime.
The world is about me,
me, me, me...
you see.
You do understand, right?
You do comprehend...
my friend,
my relative,
or even stranger
as there is no danger
as I... I am.
Again, I say...
me, me, me.
As that is exactly
what sets me
free.
I want from you things that you have.
I want from you the things that you hold dear.
Worry not, I simply want to use them all...
as I use you, every time I call.
I am welcome in your life,
as you give me all the keys...
and never hold me accountable
for the freeze... (The cold shoulder I return.)
That is not a compliment,
it is however, exactly what I expect,
and will get from you...
too, Coo, coo ka-do.
Everything...
That is what you long to give,
so I will take it all,
and let you take another fall.
I will make "it"
beautiful in my own mind, in kind...
as I am fine... all the time.
Even if I am truly a fake...
and never, never care about
any wake. (Does not care if the giver is dead.)
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Written for the users in my life...
and we all have them.
"No, I won't read you, no matter what!"
"Even if you get a POTD, I will keep my heart and pen shut."
Such a terribly, nasty state of affairs.
When they associate only with top poet lairs!
I had enough POTDs to already know who would prefer death! (by name).
Than giving me a soul squeeze,golly, they may run out of breath?
I take it all in,with a big grain of salt.
Better that, than getting totally drunk on malt.
To those who are here, to a relative newbie.
I prefer love to disingenuous snooties!
***************
@And hugs to all, who do read me. M.L Kiser had it
right.
"Are you here to collect comments, or are you here write poetry?"
The answer is clear, my dear.
Thumbs up, M.L... Thank you for saving my poetic life!M!
Hugs...Pangie Romios
One relative commanders every family meal
regaling us with stories we have heard
Six thousand times already.
They might have been interesting or funny at one time.
I do not remember that time.
Do we have to invite him? I ask people.
They are shocked. I am the bad one now.
Great Uncle Dozer never pauses for a drink or a bite.
He gobbles his food quickly,
So he can do all of the talking.
The rest of us are too socialized to try to butt in
After the thousandth try.
When he finally takes a breath
We all start talking at once,
Rudely and impolitely interrupting each other.
When we try to do that to him, he just gets louder.
This may be his last Christmas the grown-ups say,
Let’s be charitable. Let’s listen to him one more time.
Uncle Dozer is one hundred and six years old.
Not looking forward to Thanksgiving.
She was 79 years old when she passed away.
She was my aunt and her name was Ina Mae.
When a relative passes away, it's always sad.
Ina Mae was the only blood aunt that I had.
She was special and she was Mom's only sister.
Many people loved her and many will miss her.
She was a wonderful lady and a loving mother.
She had a bond with her five kids who loved her
She was a human being who can never be replaced.
She and Mom are in Heaven which is a better place.
When she died in 2017, it was bleak.
Ina Mae was both special and unique.
[Dedicated to Ina Mae Dooley (1937-2017) who died on February 24, 2017.].
...They told us it was ‘tolerant’
to not care if people were gay,
just letting those folk live their lives,
how could it hurt us anyway?
They said that we were spinning lies
when we spoke of a slippery slope,
but once they got that first wall down
they declared that anything goes.
That anything people believe
must be seen as morally right,
sure, it may be depravity,
but go on, and do what you like!
Now we’re seeing ugly drag queens
thrusting their hips in a kid’s face,
kids who have not hit puberty,
and teachers cheerlead this disgrace!
We’ve got people taking hormones,
openly destroying their health,
to pretend they can change their sex
(And give corrupt doctors great wealth).
Some people even want this for
children who are too young to think,
sterilize them for all their life,
and to greater depths do some sink!
We got crazies who think it’s fine
to see children as sexual,
we have slid so far down that slope
they’re trying to ‘tolerate’ pedos!
How many souls are hurt by this,
what evil will they not make light?
We thought we could remake mankind,
but no, the Christians were right.
They told us that we’d need no God,
some even declared He was dead,
we must build up our own purpose,
the whole world was just in our heads,
and people, wanting no constraint,
no reminder when they’d done bad,
embraced this with greatest gusto,
they wanted this, it made them glad.
But with no greater moral stake
by which you can measure against,
behaviors becomes relative,
and we’ve all seen what happened then.
Socialists killed tens of millions,
for the devil known as the state,
the Fascists killed off millions more,
mankind made an idol of hate.
Even here in our modern times
we see this sickness in our youth,
there isn’t really ‘right or wrong,’
just your personal point-of-view!
No dishonor in stealing things,
no treachery in telling lies,
in nihilism nothing’s wrong
so long as the cops don’t drive by.
Why do people cheat so much more,
be it with their partner, or job?
Because they feel they won’t get caught,
no greater meaning, if there’s no God.
Dishonest, depressed, with no purpose,
no wonder they don’t value life,
man cannot make his own meaning,
so yeah, the Christians were right.
Time is either friend or foe;
Sometimes he seems to pass too slow.
To a child, impatience reigns;
We've come to call it growing pains.
Can't wait for happy holidays
and birthday parties but, time betrays
the innocent and trusting young
who believe that spring cannot be sprung.
"There's always time to get things done",
says the young man of twenty-one.
There's years ahead and life to live
so time is only relative.
Over thirty and going strong?
The nights are short but the days are long.
Fatigue is only in your head.
You can sleep when you are dead.
The years began to fly on by.
Looking back you can't deny
that time, somewhere, picked up the pace
and life became an all out race.
Now you're near the finish line;
No hurry to last days define.
Time will leave you wanting more
but, when he runs out, he slams the door!
March 1, 2018
I was awakened in the middle of the night
by a noise coming from inside the house;
Carefully, I slipped out of bed
so as not to wake my spouse.
I quietly snuck down the stairs
to see just what it might be
and was surprised to come face to face
with another one of me!
“Excuse me … who are you?
And just what are you doing here?”
“I knew it!”, the other me shouted,
“I knew in real life I could appear.”
“I am the you in your dreams;
the one you see when you’re asleep.
I figured out how to reverse the process
and through real life’s portal I did creep.”
“Here I can prove it, I’ll show you”
the dream me excitedly said,
“I can do all the neat things that you do
when dreaming inside your head.”
He then floated about the room;
did handstand push-ups with relative ease;
moved objects with his mind;
and, pulled money from his sleeves.
Well, I had to admit that it was true;
I had dreamt all of those things;
I must be dreaming right now, I thought,
this can’t really be happening!
“And I brought someone with me,
the composite perfect girl from your dreams.
Would you like to have sex with her now?”
“No, I can’t – I am married!”, I had to scream.
“You need to go back into my dreams;
You can’t stay here in real life;
And take that Barbie doll with you
Before she is seen by my real wife!”
“No can do”, the dream me said,
And he flew with a jet pack out of the house;
Followed by the oversexed super model
with the very see through blouse.
I don’t know where he could be,
or what he is pretending to have me do,
but if you see me doing really absurd things
try to find a dream portal to push me through.
A flinch might slow me down
to meeting those I'm after.
Perhaps a famous poet
a wordsmith and a crafter.
Maybe meet an artist
who's harvested a smile,
Or even meet the woman
who sat through it in style.
I'd search for smarter apples
who preach of gravity.
Or maybe meet the one
to plant the apple tree.
There'd maybe be a man
I'd answer on his phone,
or cast as shadowed light
with one that is well known.
Perhaps I'd meet the smartest
Here and there in space,
one relative in time:
one, we'll not soon replace.
In time I'll learn about them
by listening to what they say.
But if you know their secret
they'll send me on my way.
The moral of the story
that spans the length of time
is try to be yourself
and careful not to mime.
A flinch might slow me down
to meeting those I'm after
but forgetting my own self
could lead to the hereafter.
Bessie Blount, lady-in-waiting, gave him a bastard son.
Catherine was first true wife, who birthed his daughter.
Anne Boleyn, lady-in-waiting, caused king to divorce.
The king wants what he wants, a legitimate son.
Henry the 8th
what a treat
ain’t he sweet
not so much...
Anne births another daughter, and loses her head.
Jane Seymour, yet another lady-in-waiting, nets a son.
She then dies from complications. Life is complicated.
Anne of Cleves was not to the king’s liking; ugly.
Henry the 8th
what a treat
ain’t he sweet
not so much...
Married six months, then labeled as his sister; what!?
Fatso, ahem I mean the king, married another Catherine.
She was executed for adultery and treason, though
nicknamed, “rose without a thorn;” thorn in his side.
Henry the 8th
what a treat
ain’t he sweet
not so much...
Spirited, educated, Henry's sixth wife, Catherine outlived him.
She brought peace and stability and cared for his kids.
Six wives would eventually die, some young, not old,
all beautiful ‘cept for one. Relative to the king? Not so great.
11/1/2020
Caren Krutsinger’s SIX RELATIVES
{Dedicated to those who write you
Boring emails filled with excuses)
~~Their Soliloquy~~
Oh, I have so much to do today.
Read the paper, look for bargains,
Part my hair!
But to call or email a relative or friend?
Can't do that.
Well ~yes I can!
But I use only three words at most.
I gotta have my jam and toast
Oh, life is so dang hard!
Sitting in the friendship House of Cards.
I only write all about food, weather or
my yard.
Why do people want so much of me?
I am too busy,thinking of only of me.
I let your emails go unanswered for
weeks.
Eating toast, takes hours you see?
But I do write longer if I am ill,
Then I want your prayers you bet.
Outside of myself,,,it's others I want
to forget.
(cough, cough, sneeze, sneeze, wheez,
wheez)
I live thinking of what I never got.
I won't even try, I may lose my
Netflix time or miss a movie?..
Yup,no time for you I am way too
groovy!
Panagiota Romios
4/28/2018
3pm..PST