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My imagination was not amused by my muse
Had I thought they were the same thing?
If so I was sorely mistaken
My imagination was tired of her taking all the credit
For every line, every rhyme, every word that made sense
That’s mine! Trixie would shout.
Twirling her batons with the fire on the ends.
Leaping into the air higher than a well-endowed stag.
It was mine too! Imagination seethed. Irritated now.
What difference? I asked them. Are we not a “we?”
I never thought of myself as an I, did you?
“I am an I!” Trixie insisted, sticking her tongue out at Imagination.
I tried to apologize, but Imagination was all keyed up.
You always give her the credit he said, sticking out his tongue at me.
Good grief!
I rolled my eyes, but silently, and in my mind,
hoping Imagination would not catch me.
Of course he did, and he got all huffy.
Making Trixie laugh.
...But Madeline just too aim, lined up her shot.
‘I don’t need to kill all, just you Joe,’
She said as she aimed straight for his heart,
‘We both know how this will unfold.’
‘Charlie there doesn’t breath without say-so,
And Walter can’t hit a barn with his gun.
It’s only you, Joe. You are the whole gang,
And with one shot it all is undone.’
Ol d Joe did seethed, and go for his pistol,
Madeline squeezed, and the rifle did bark.
Joe pitched backwards quickly, dead on his feet
His rotten soul lost to the great dark.
Madeline she shifted, and shot Walter
The stunned fool fell from his horse.
And Charlie he turned, and galloped away,
So she winged him, as matter of course.
Charlie, he fell, and let out a moan
His left arm broken, bloody and raw
Madeline stalked closer, stood over him
And placed the barrel up against his jaw.
‘You think that I’m weak, to live here in peace
Since I do not go plunder and steal,
But my husband fought rebels, and I shot you
So listen up closely, cause this is the deal!’
‘I won’t kill you now, even though I ought
To leave you here, broken and red
And if your return, I won’t kill you then
I’ll just shoot off your other, little, head.’
‘So get up and walk, but don’t you dare talk!
Go on now and make your escape.
And tell all those thugs that you call friends,
Madeline Cole in no one’s to rape!’
So she took the horses, and Charlie ran off,
Anything more from him would be futile.
And Charlie he learned, the old proverb was true:
When the good folk get mad, they get brutal.
I married the man of my dreams.
At seventeen I had gone to extremes.
I loved him as if he were everything.
For him I could try to be anything.
When I say that I loved him dearly,
Let me state this very clearly.
I loved him like he held the air I breathed,
And when he was away I simply seethed.
As we went along our way in life,
There came to be so much strife.
We went out with men and women,
And my worries always had him in.
Jealousy, the green-eyed monster
Stole my comfort as I did ponder.
And he carried the same anxiety.
Neither of us felt too much piety.
Eventually, those feelings we carried,
Led us into a place where we unmarried.
And living apart we discovered thoughts,
That showed us both we had lost lots.
It seems today we are distant friends,
After living through years of amends.
We both know we did it all wrong,
But in the end we are both strong.
Jealousy will lead the heart to ache,
And cause the troubled mind to quake.
It is truly a devil to contend with,
The wisdom I tell you is not a myth.
So still your heart when you fall in love,
And listen to the one who is up above.
He will guide you to the right ways,
And help you to always give praise.
September 7, 2019
Overcoming Mistakes Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke
We cannot tame a raging storm, so with patience,
we must wait for the calm. ~ by poet
The balmy afternoon had been fulgent and warm
Until darkness foreshadowed an approaching storm
Wailing winds of the nor'easter would soon cause grief
damaging fragile coral growth upon the reef
Leaden clouds encroached and shrouded the gloomy day
The aura changed from gold to hue of graphite gray
It seemed as if an eclipse turned day into night
as feathered wings rose in unison to take flight
Thunder's billowed breath blew across the ocean's waves
as if the tempest was demanding what it craves
Atmosphere grew heavy with each powerful roar
White caps rushed with clangor against the sandy shore
With vengeance, the storm hurled jagged lightening strikes
Split second flashes that resembled silver spikes
* * *
Then, the deluge rained like arrows, sharp as metal
That would've wounded men like a stinging nettle
The monsoon swept overland, clear across the dunes
on zephyr winds that howled diabolical tunes
The storm seethed with a furor that was unsuppressed
leaving the seaside landscape despoiled and distressed
Battered by ferocious weather that was to blame
Nature's forces can be impossible to tame
Finally, squalls dwindled and waves no longer surged
Glowing rays of sunlight defiantly emerged
And so the storm came with raging temper to vent,
pillaged treasures from the sea. Yes, it came and went
It was quite a balmy evening, fulgent and warm
Upon the beach seashells lie, displaced by the storm
Part 3 of ? in an unfolding Denizens series
Spring came; Penelope left with a company,
bodyguard, chambermaid, there at her side.
Ten days of travel now lay there before them:
the passage maintained well, the way open, wide.
For six days, the journey was most uneventful.
Then the air thickened, felt heavy to breathe.
When they made camp in the moonlight at nightfall, the
sounds of the forest disturbingly seethed.
Guards were dispatched all around the perimeter;
sentries, no issue, for nobody slept.
Then, in the morning, dim, gray and quite overcast,
what was before them was hard to accept.
Though none could prove it, the clearing felt smaller, and
there was no evidence forward or back;
of the trail they had been traveling eastward on:
briars and brambles now, thorny and black.
Two of the guard stepped up, withdrew their broadswords and
labored to cut a way farther ahead;
others were scavenging downed trees and branches to
throw on the bonfire to hold back the dread.
As to what happened next, none could be certain. One
moment, our two knights still hacked a way clear.
Then, though none saw it, there was a loud rustling, and
muffled cries trailing, as though far from here.
For a brief moment, before their way closed back in,
wizened and old, a man leaned on his staff,
then like a panther, he bounded off, crying out
like some strange bird: a maniacal laugh.
With little fanfare, the forest just swallowed them,
Tilted its head back and opened its maw.
Cat-like, a beast sprang forth, straight at Penelope;
That was the last thing the rest of them saw.
(To be continued)
part 1: https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/denizens_prologue_-_1_1445556
part 2: https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/denizens_beginnings_-_2_1445687
A charm of finches flew in circles
disappearing entirely into surreal mist
that now camouflaged the field.
It seethed around rows of trees
until all was invisible:
Silence reigned,
supernatural eerie feeling
took over my thoughts.
Fog's gradual encroachment
over hills and cliffs:
Swirling unearthly atmosphere.
I felt distressed.
My heart beat erratically,
hours of inexplicable mystery
shadows vanished as mist thickened.
I trembled with an unnamed fear.
The finches flew to safer gardens.
Screeching gulls took their place.
Across bay fog horns sounded,
as confounded boats lost direction.
Echoes resounded throughout paranormal night.
Breaking dawn witnessed sea change.
Soon I awakened from my stupor.
Like curtain rising mist dissipated,
leaving memories of that uneasy time.
Pixabay image by: ArtTower
Two profound faint clouds approach the skyline.
Not close as seethed by the others close by.
The two siblings quarrel and risk the whine.
Out of a meek pace to a haunting tone.
Thunderstorms and mild rain are on the way.
Two profound faint clouds approach the skyline.
To the north, clouds reflect sun's beams in red groan.
The newly found gold adds amber outlay.
The two siblings quarrel and risk the whine.
As dusk nears, sky is a bustling gloom zone.
Dusk hits clouds cluster and shapes angel lay.
Two profound faint clouds approach the skyline.
The Lord has given me chance to opine
If you could just sit close and view the way.
The two siblings quarrel and risk the whine.
It's not daily that the weather is fine.
We could view Salish Seas over Eagle's den.
Two profound faint clouds approach the skyline.
The two siblings quarrel and risk the whine.
Written: December 13, 2021
The say twins think alike, but Cha and Chee
were poles apart
For all the kindness Cha spread
Her sisters cruelty matched
Cha painted sunflower balloons
Chee blood drenched moons
Cha looked for friends to meet
Chee alone just seethed.
Cha her sisters love was all she yearned
Chee always spurned
So Cha with guile
whispered stories of the killer king
enticing her sister in
with tales of ripped flesh and bone
Chee listened and showed no interest
but Cha knowing better
plan coming together
I know where Colossus is
Her sisters eyes met hers
Lets sneak out tonight
and i will prove i'm right
met with a grunt and shrug
As the house settled
in its whines and creak
Cha beckoned to her near sleep sibling
daring to go on
A quick pulled pair of slippers
as the night turned around the pair
Turn and step
sister followed sister
Bending shadows
nighttime sounds its voice
Her sister starting to wain
We are nearly there
pointing at a misted cave
Slow she whispered
Hes in there
as in the darkness
breath moved the air
Chee not convinced
probably some bats she winced
Stand behind me Cha motioned
Chee watched as Colossus
Like pet pulled himself towards
Cha's sweetened voice
Chee without choice
nodded you were right
with all her might
pushed sister toward gleaming fangs light
a smile
just slight
I penned a great poem for a contest
Glowing comments stated it should place high
When winners appeared I became distressed
I'd failed to place and released a sad sigh
I silently seethed, didn’t breathe a word,
I held back tears, eyes started to glisten
The placing by this judge was so absurd
I held my tongue as no one would listen
The sponsor had been blatantly unjust
All the winners ignored one simple rule
'Winning’ poems used words of such disgust
That judge proved to be a dim-witted fool
I’ve now completed my sour grapes sonnet
If I’m on Mark’s list, I’ll eat my bonnet!
Sour grapes Sonnet Contest
* didn't counted as 2 syllables not 1 as per how many syllables
Poem written for sour grapes contest theme and is not aimed at any particular sponsor
8/16/18
My moon shun windows have been unhinged
and a panoramic mind binged on self deplore freed
Indeed by the defined journey I’ve moved through.
Through you the miraculous reflections of self-love I find
once blind, now bare to the rendezvous of this world,
of sound mind I realize my every breath is filled
as I am willed towards the prodigy I feel around me
I breathe…
and life is seethed by the seed that we breathe.
My solo soul drum beats its pure sound
of unbound rhythms found above ground as I stargaze
my eyes glaze over raving in shimmering light,
feeling every word that I write authenticated,
painted across my heart untainted…
I aspire to be a living love…
and I breathe…
as life is seethed by the seed that we breathe.
I am not alone with thought as I walk,
wobbling along the road of existence I implode
knowing another heart in hand senses what I feel
as though the wheel of vitality destined it to so be…
so it be…
A waterfall of awakening spirit I drink its sugary taste,
mingled around my space…that place you give me,
and a gift I graciously give to you…
my undistorted expression undressed I stand astonished,
forgiving regrets I’ve gathered on my shawl of shame
as if a new name within my name has unearthed me
and I breathe…
as life is seethed by the seed that we breathe.
The bird of dreams sang to me one morning I woke,
invoked in me the music I once spoke without doubt,
and now as you attract me out from my hiding place,
leave your unforgettable trace amidst my days
I find new ways to stroke my pen across this page…
Uncaged…an aged energy of new I feel within you
and I breathe…
as life is seethed by the seed that we breathe.