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Girls Night Out
Just to get away from the pressures of the day
Being able to cry, and vent
our problems away
Talking about things that's only understood by each other
Every talk we have takes the friendship a little further
We can always be ourselves because we know each other well
We relate our deepest secrets because neither of us will tell
Music moments are the best because we share the same song
Finding solutions to each problem as we help each other along
When it comes to eating out or going shopping we never go dutch
If one is broke the other pays to show we love each other that much
Through thick and thin, broke and paid or when we have enough
We always cherish these moments especially when the times get tough
The toasters on the blink.
I don't care, I'm leaving you.
I know you like your toast in the morning, but that's a bit extreme.
I've met someone new.
You never mentioned that last night when you were screaming, more, more.
That was goodbye sex.
I think I'll get a brown toaster.
You would put a brown toaster against a red background.
Hardly your concern now.
I designed this kitchen, you are not getting a brown toaster.
Think I'll change the whole decor when you leave.
That is just typical of you. You just can't wait to forget me.
I think it's for the best, cuddles. Maybe make it my man cave.
That's it, I'm dumping the other guy. I am not having you undo all my good work.
Won't he be devastated.
Who cares. Right, we're going shopping today.
Oops, turned out to be the fuse.
Right, I'm going.
Going where, cuddles.
Back to bed, do not disturb me.
Aw, I was thinking some sympathy sex, maybe get back together sex.
Do not disturb me.
Okay cuddles, I'll pop down to the tailors, get fitted out for your sister's wedding. I'm thinking bright orange,
Oh my god, stay there, I'm going with you.
Oh mum, I lied to you big time
You will never ever understand how it broke my heart
But I was doing it to protect you
It wasn’t my place to tell news that would devastate our lives
Dad was taken in hospital and you went into care
I visited you every day, took you out for walks and we would talk
You’d ask me about dad, one day you thought he was dead
But because of your dementia that was simply in your head
I kept telling you he was doing fine and we would go and visit him regularly
He greeted us with his massive smile – it is still on his face even now
But we were hiding a secret – he had cancer and was still having tests
In fact he was hiding it from me how ill he was so we were both deceived
But I kept telling you he was fine – it was what he wanted
Every time I saw you mum I had a sunny smile
But inside my heart was breaking and I was wearing a mask
Then came the body blow for me
His cancer is terminal and he is dying
You never saw the tears I was crying
He came home and you remained in care
So I lied that we couldn’t go to the hospital
I came up with some great excuses I was very creative
In fact on the day he was coming home
I went to get the house ready and take him some shopping
You were there with a friend who had taken you out
I had to tell her to get you out quickly as the ambulance was arriving
I didn’t want you to know he was coming home – it was his wish
He needed time on his own to take in the devastating news
You kept saying to me you thought dad was dying
I had to lie because it was his wish you weren’t to know
Not then – the time wasn’t right
We kept it secret from you for a week when you went home
You both needed to adjust to being back together again
I will never forget the day I arrived and he had told you his news
You were sitting together on the sofa holding hands
Oh mum it broke my heart
You asked me if I knew dad was dying
I had to say I had known for a while
You were angry at me you said I had lied
If things had been different I would have shared
Mum I lied for one reason – because I care
Jan Allison
23rd August
Written with tears in my eyes for
When Doing Wrong Feels So Right Contest
Sponsored By Jared Pickett
(~Awarded 5th Place~ by Poet Destroyer A)
Creativity, a style
The gorgeous fashion
Jeans with heels
A Hat to match
Eye-catching
The designer purse
Sunglasses with diamonds.
White buttoned-up blouse
Belt fashioned and designed
Name brand red bottom shoes
The latest news
Jewelry is with many karats
A watch that lasts.
Shopping in many expensive stores
Handbags full of items
Carried by their assistant
As they arrive at their destination.
Communication, accommodation
Many organizations
A Philanthropist
Handed down by generations
With appreciation
Luxurious transportation.
Fashions and Designs
Fine art
Fancy dishes
Very delicious.
Designs are one of a kind
Hand made
Measurable time
Silk, creative
Fashions and Designs.
“Follow your dreams and never let them pale
Be the star of a winter fairytale.”
* * *
Once upon a time a sweet bonnie lass
Did all her horrendous stepmother asked
Toiling all day her dream kept her going
That one day in love she would be glowing.
Her girlish charm was a breath of fresh air
Singing and dancing in spite of her cares
She so missed her mother, now laid to rest
But for her father's sake she did her best.
One day when out shopping her dream came true
Boy meets girl and love between the two grew
She felt like a Princess who'd found her Prince
And had been walking on air ever since.
‘Twas her lovely winter of wonderment
Tho’ bleak and cold this love was heaven sent
She could never speak of the joy she’d found
For her life would become a battleground.
Sadly their love never came to flourish
Their meetings being too few and hurried
Being trapped just like a bird in a cage
She wouldn't risk raising her stepmothers rage.
Endurance taken to upmost limit
Tho' his love be generous in spirit
Moon shadow's were cast o'er fated distress
Gone was the amore that once took her breath.
She had loved with womanly heart on fire
Yet coming like a bouquet of barbed wire
A mighty thunderbolt from out the blue
She'd lost the one who'd sworn his love was true.
Reliving memories of shattered dreams
In yesterday's glorious reveries
Tears came streaming, rolling like a river
No more I-love-you's whispered in her ear.
Then along came a fairy godmother
Who waved her wand o’er one then the other
The two she then joined in matrimony
The rest is a blessed lifelong love story.
* * *
23rd December 2020
Quote - Poet’s own.
OCEAN OF TEARS
Things were good just yesterday
Till death took you away today
Now, we are feeling like we lost everything
Oh yes, we lost everything when we lost you
If only our eyes could pour out all the tears our heart holds
Your casket will be over floating on them
These tears hold no salt; our heart is laden with bitterness
We still wonder if the stars still shine out for us
When we look up; the very star we look up to has faded
Can you wake now? We are drunk in sorrow.
Worst things in life come free to us
Death sold us what we didn’t order to buy
It delivered itself to us when we didn’t give out any address
What kind of offline shopping is this?
If only we can return this ugly unwanted purchase
We may forever be stuck in this daydream
What a black Saturday; it was supposed to be a happy day for all of us
45th convocation ceremony! So many invites; yet, you didn’t turn up
It’s not alright to die; though, it’s the only thing you never tried
Prof. If only you waited billion days; trillion tears could have been saved.
Who? Where? When? Why? ...
Unending questions; heart-breaking answers
If we were to write about your death in an answer script
We will submit empty script because we don’t know what to write
How can we write what doesn’t have course outline?
Many will demand for extra script; to use and clean up their tears
Prof. you have left a big vacuum in our heart and in our department
Who will tend to your courses and your supervisees now that you are gone?
If these are my last words about you; I didn’t say them only in bitterness
You scholarly legacies are enough to restore us to default hope.
Requiscant in pace Proffesor Ken. Ifesinachi…
The bears are back.
Where?
O somewhere – not here.
There are parts of Ohio
where the bears go.
Where did they come from?
Maybe a Ranger took a bear cub
from a dead mother,
brought it to a place
where a bear could grow,
here in Ohio.
There are more now.
How?
Maybe a few bears wandered
into the State,
maybe they crossed the Ohio river
over there
you know south of here.
Wow bears in Ohio.
Yea I heard it on the radio.
I heard there are wolves
roaming the empty shopping Malls.
Where?
Over there,
where we lost hope.
No kidding?
What kind of wolves?
The ones at your door.
Yea, we had them before.
Well there back
most everywhere.
I guess they followed the bears.
Easter is upon us
My darling said to me
She keeps quizzing me for chocolate
I said just wait and see
I wonder what he got me
Maybe chocolate and some flowers
I'll be putty in his hands
Surrendering, as he devours
I need to do some shopping
For chocolates, champagne and roses
The latter will grace my darling
On our bed in delightful poses
I shall get myself prepared
For an Easter evening of romance
A shower and some fragrance
With a kissing cuddling dance
I hear the water running
As i step through the door
Rose petals on our bed
Also carpeting our floor
I feel my loves hands on me
As he joins me in the shower
Caressing as we wash
His manliness empowers
We dry each other down
To our bedroom we kiss and touch
Our bed a carpet of roses
We lie down in tender clutch
His hands in loving wander
My zones excite and please
Rose petals float down upon me
With chocolate, he's on his knees
I lean down and kiss my love
Her body chocolate blessed
Knowing of my sweetness
And my inner hungered zest
I guide my love to kiss me
And tell him to close his eyes
I take him on a chocolate journey
Where he finds, he'll be surprised
Our chocolate adventures over
To the shower we go again
When we head back to our bedroom
We start again with chilled champagne
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Doomed from the moment the sun came up,
My black cloud rolled down from the hill.
The cliff in my mind didn’t care for this cloud,
This cloud that wanted to kill.
I tried to defend, to attack, to think clear,
To shoot down the blur of this smoke.
But my mind wasn’t strong, wasn’t able to cope,
And so slowly it began to choke.
First was the plans I had for the day,
Clean up, buy food from down town.
But my mind didn’t want to play fair today,
Deciding it’d rather just drown.
I tried to remember what I’d done yesterday,
Before my mind washed up on the shore.
Yesterday didn’t return, to oblivion it went,
And today’s mind didn’t care anymore.
As today wore on I did some small things,
Lead myself right back to that old shopping mall.
Finally standing proud, remembering stuff,
Like to buy more of my friend, alcohol.
Windows open on the bay
Fluffy yellow king duvet
Satin sheets and pillowcase
Frilly tablecloth of lace
On it coffee mugs for two
Latte, French press, freshly brewed
Boho style living room
Orchids all year round abloom
Bluebird pictures on the wall
Knitting needles big and small
Yarns of many colors fine
Waiting to become entwined
Snow globes sitting in a case
Fresh cut lilacs in a vase
Guitars waiting to be played
Chelsea boots made of real suede
Closets full of women's clothes
Perfumed with vanilla rose
Playlists looping favorite songs
Music streaming all day long
Stacks of unread books galore
Daily shopping, produce store
Walk in shower, double sink
Filtered water, pure to drink
Cheeses, great varieties
Pantry full of treasured teas
Wind chimes, hammock, chairs to sit
Front deck, back deck, fire pit
Someone there to cook and clean
While we take in the sunset scene
A quiet cove, a sandy beach
Shore birds soaring out of reach
Time stands still, or so it seems
When we're in this house of dreams