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Love feels like it has gone far away
She used to exist everywhere it seems
Now she hides in fear of being used up or let down
Most now, don’t even remember what she feels like
I remember long ago
Love used to have big bright colors
lightening bugs would soar through the night sky
with dancing white beams that glowed in the dark
four leaf clovers would spring from green pines of grass
but would ever elude being found and plucked
by those wanting a taste of its Irish good luck
floral beach balls and pink rubber kick balls were the center of summers delight
camp fire girls adorned navy blue vests and strutted proudly holding red white and blue flags down main street on Memorial Day
lazy polka dot burnt orange black lady bugs
would sleep under the sun
waiting to be scooped up
each child hoping to find the lady
with the most dots
to win the game
cotton candy colored May Day dances held in the public-school yard always on the hottest and sunniest day of the year
each student excited about dressing up in colorful garbs from different cultures around the world
Love was innocent then...
Love had the best aromas too
tide detergent, vanilla extract
talcum powder, wonder bread
sweet potato pie
hot dogs on toasted rolls at the public pool
Chanel #5 on Church Sundays
lots of Chanel #5
Love had the most wonderful sounds
the rustle of fall leaves under your feet
the crunch of plastic sofa covers at grandma’s house
sitting on the porch listening to night crickets on dad’s lap
Maybe love is actually still here
Waiting for us to love her back
She has not been treated well lately
I hope that she will give us all another chance
And come back soon
Hopefully this time
She will stay
Haggis hype
Bagpipes bleating like unshorn sheep
Tartan theatrical - military tatoos
Scotland cloning Dolly the Sheep
National pride - Robbie Burns, poet, bard of Auld Lang Syne
Highlands of ancient rocks, rift vallies
natural beauty, layers of worth
Loch Ness, geologic scooped, water serene
Nessie settled in depths, unseen
sonar detection elusive
marine monster of geeky charm
conjured in gift shop puffery
Nessie hat, Dragon like, tucked above protruding ears
In Edinburgh's historic streets
Whiskey fed men, burly, bearded
strut
wrapped in kilts
traditional garb
plaid, pleated, blessed, dressed
in woolen scratchiness (avoid a public itch)
Breezy kilts wrap manly legs menaced by
thigh high thistles
Scottish reach prickly
No matter
Scots men, image strong
(ignore the thistles and street whistles)
brimming swagger like malt liquor
skirting scavengers in exploration peaks
men in kilts (minimalism denied)
protectors of the realm
unafraid
to let it all hang out
Poem composed: March 10, 2021
Through tear-filled eyes-
He saw a herd-
Of royal beauty stallions-
And perched upon-
Their royal backs-
Were knights
In white-
So gallant-
Carefully-
They scooped him up-
And carried him away-
Into the East-
They rode from hell-
For three
Long nights and days-
When long at last-
With horses spent-
They reached
Their destination-
They placed him in
The hands of God-
For this was His creation-
Great warmth
Began
To fill his heart-
White light
Shone from his eyes-
He felt the gentle
Hand of God-
And he began to cry-
Such happiness
He had never known-
It lifted him so high-
He spread his wings
Up to the sky-
And he began to fly-
Up to the sky-
On mended wings-
With angels
All around him-
He heard the voice
Of God ring out-
And totally surround him-
I’ve done my part-
My fallen prince-
But the rest is up
To you-
Fly straight and true-
And don’t look back-
No matter
What you do-
Lead not thee to-
Temptation son-
For if you do-
You’ll die-
Fly straight and true-
My fallen prince-
Or forever-
Cease to fly-
Will the prince
Journey home again-
To his fair and lovely maiden-
Or will temptation-
Lead him back-
To the evil-
Black Knight
SATAN---------
There once was a runaway bunny who journeyed high and low,
Hid in murky caves and dark caverns, she was always on the go,
Her father searched constantly and followed in his divine gear,
No matter where this bunny fled to he always somehow did appear,
The thought of yielding and surrendering was difficult for her to convey,
The father watched intently as his bunny slipped away,
But one night came that this bunny had fallen completely down,
So hard that she had shattered every bone and was all alone on earths cold ground,
While she screamed in sheer horror as the pain echoed throughout space,
She was suddenly scooped up with warmth, love and amazing grace,
Though she thought that she had run too far and for way too long,
And certainly did not deserve to be rescued for all her actions were wrong
That didn’t stop this bunny’s father from salvaging his little hare,
She did not realize wherever she ran he would always be there,
That was the night she had learned something that her travels had never taught,
True love is a treasure that can never be sold or bought,
This bunny decided that she would no longer run,
For she was tired, broken and could not continue on,
One taste of Agape love,
Turned this little bunny into a magnificent dove.
BY; Sabina Nicole
By: Sabina Nicole
Mother raindrop
She didn’t want the lunch I prepared
said she was on a diet, unhappy with her body
she is half of a watermelon
to keep my company
I wish she hadn’t stopped talking about
her discontent
I tried to enjoy my lunch, cauliflowers with
Cheese sauce, celery sticks with Roquefort
I had gone vegetarian to please her
Later, on the terrace, tending to my rose bush
it needed compost
I saw a big rain falling like a shiny sapphire
hit the terrace, burst open, and gave
birth to a million smaller drops
I scooped them up and fed my rosebush
It blushed and produced marron roses
Dion is Quiet
Their marriage had left a demineralized matrix or was it the other way around
Possibly feminine revenge for her own mid-life crisis gone hard in denial
Where once had been gems precious crystals and finely grained rock seams
A desolate womb of silence scooped the last remainders of once happy times
Dion challenged the burden and rolled the ragged stone up a steep void in vain
‘Could have should have would have’ followed the sysyphean slope of gravity
Claimed diogenean wisdom and honestly told Alexandra to get out of his orbit
Soaked up his sun and blocked the faded memories of her once shining beauty
He mentioned undying love but received an evil eye as reward for the promise
Pointed a lantern of reason and feeling towards the overgrown path of love but
Was rewarded by a risorius grimace in-scripted onto a stone wall of vile wrath
Gave her the benefit of doubt and displaced his self-preservation with surrender
The years have passed and after a protracted spell of understanding her venom
Rationalizing analysing interpreting and making lame excuses for her behaviour
Long after he found new hope and happiness that surpasses his wildest dreams
Dion wonders whether silence is only a golden reminder of who’s hurting whom
Surely politeness shows certain respect and sentient beings deserve all regard
Karma wishes for consideration chakras need to develop and a still lotus flower
Is worth more than a thousand torn roses as a fig of new growth is quietly sweet
And yet raw truth demands her to hear what a calculating creep she had become
20th April 2019
I slumbered, nestled in the bed,
trapped in a horror, steeped in dread.
I’d had that awful dream again;
long tendrils probed inside my brain.
They’d severed my umbilic cord,
and left a dead, unfeeling gourd.
My matter splashed, my brainpan scooped,
and now a magic marker looped
in creepy patterns on my skin:
cruel eyes, slit nose, a horrid grin.
But worse, I saw the glint of steel,
and winced at how that blade would feel.
I could not scream, nor could I shout;
although I tried, no sound came out.
Whew! Two firm hands shook me awake,
then, “Mom, this is the one I’ll take.”
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for the 12-16 Lines of a Scary Halloween Rhyme Poetry Contest
sponsored by Tania Kitchin
written on 10/13/22
By day six I was antsy
Stayed in my room all morning
I knew this would happen
While the glass-shatter of the ocean waves
And yelps of surprise from scores of little kids
Drifted in
Through my opened balcony doors
From the beach below
Made the mistake of paying attention to my phone
And the more I did
It seemed
The more emails dinged
Like an elevator arriving at my floor.
Last night a waiter ruined it all
As my wife and I were showing off
Dining outdoors at a fancy restaurant.
At first he thought us hicks
With a giant yawn in front of us
But then we spent $15.00 x 4 Specialty Mules in chilled copper cups
And $27.00 on a spicy Tuna Tar-Tar special-of-the-night appetizer
Sea Bass 40 bucks
Rib Eye 45
He then brought an ashtray though I had no cigarette
Told him we’d finish it off right
With cheesecake scooped in homemade raspberry sauces $17.00
By then we’d been there an hour and a half
Though I made a deal with the waiter
Don’t rush us and we won’t rush you
He said deal
So the female manager delivered the delectable cheesecake
With the bill.
I handed over my card and asked for two spoons
Asked her if gratuity was included
Yes she said 18% and rolled her eyes
Flapped off
I added another 30
She swooped back like a seagull for a dropped French fry
Flew away with the signed bill
And just as we teetered up from our little table
Taut with white table cloth
To walk back to our hotel
Amongst the lighted jewels of Collins Avenue
The waiter popped his head out
And yelled across the patio packed with North Miami elite
Thank you for the extra tip!
I thought as if
He was just checking that we hadn’t made a dumb mistake
Or was using us
To shame the others.
That’s when I got homesick for Michigan
Because I wasn’t sure.
I’ll never forget that dark November night
Driving home on a moonless evening
One minute the road ahead seemed to be clear
Then you appeared from out of nowhere
I tried hard to stop, slammed on the breaks
But the road was wet and you went under the wheels
I could feel the tyres crushing your body …
There was no way you could have survived the impact
I pulled the car over and started shaking
Slowly opening the car door I walked to where you lay
Kneeling down beside you I could see you were dying
I stroked your battered face and begged for your forgiveness
Your lifeblood was draining away and your eyes flickered shut
Realising no one had witnessed the accident I had to act quickly
I scooped your lifeless body into the boot of my car
Somehow I managed to drive the few miles home
Then collapsed in tears in my husband’s arms
I kept repeating, there’s a body in the car, I didn’t mean to do it
There’s a body in the car, I didn’t mean to do it but no one saw
Trembling he went out to the car to see if what I was saying was the truth
Minutes later he came back
Come on; get your coat we need to bury the body in the garden
Grabbing the spade he carefully dug a hole
Together we placed the body of the young hedgehog to rest
Inspired by Shadow’s contest – I won’t be entering the contest, as premeditated killing is not a theme I feel comfortable writing about at the moment
31st July 2016
What I would call the street today,
As kids, we’d say the gutter.
It was a place to play for some
And moms would often mutter,
“If you’re not home on time, then I
Will see you, in my mind,
Lying dead out in the gutter
And your body they will find.”
The gutter also was the place
You took your dog to go,
For pooping on the sidewalk
Definitely was a no!
I never knew about the gutters
Meant to channel rain.
I have those on my roof right now
And cleaning them’s a pain.
But yesterday, I did just that
And as I scooped out goop,
I heard my mother’s voice call out,
Like she was on the stoop:
“Be careful near the gutter!”
Yet this time, my fear instead,
Was that I’d fall down while cleaning them
And crack my foolish head.