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My only grasp
Her words and prose
The link between my sadness and her heart
Erased, words evaporated, away in the wind
I feel my desperation and sin
For why do I so cling?
To words that disappear
To dreams that fade away
To desires that are drowned in whiskey sour
Sour like the love I once had
Now vinegar for young lovers salad
I immerse my self in my indulgence
I am driven to destruction
I with no heart, have a heart
After all
You realize in life
at moments
The air within yesterdays folded hand
Is gold
Notes:
You realize in life
at moments
The air within yesterdays folded hand
Is gold
Some poems I add a few lines at the end, the poem goes one way without, and another with the added lines, if thats not a form, then I just invented it!!!
The Bermuda Triangle.
Are we talking shorts
Or waxing?
Some are masters of deceit.
Should they have been born
Chameleons?
Many shoes, but all one size.
Leaving us with what,
Hobson’s choice?
To make pizza or pancakes.
Tough decision, or
A toss-up?
The road is winding and steep.
Will you walk with me
All the way?
Hurry upstairs to put on tights.
Dash for the ladder?
Run along?
She is loud but alluring.
Would you say she is
A siren?
Dictatorial republic:
Be corrupt or go
Bananas?
He is itching to begin.
Should he wait? Should he
Start from scratch?
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* This is a set of quinzaines that requires
much reading between the lines.
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Author: Paul Callus
Contest: One Word Title
Sponsor: Skat A
Placing: 4th
Sometimes we wonder about so many things
Wishing for kaleidoscope of pattern
When we can really flow, like we have wings
We may dream big as the size of Saturn
Some doors opening, while others may not
Wishing for kaleidoscope of pattern
Some flowers bloom in few, others a lot
Some plans changing, when we may not expect
Some doors opening, while others may not
We may be surprised what some things reflect
Sometimes we wonder and answers arrive
Or plans changing, when we do not expect
Going with the flow is being alive
Rise above fear and let tears bring the smiles
Sometimes we wonder and answers arrive
In life every turn fulfills the miles
Sometimes we wonder about so many things
Rise above fear and let tears bring the smiles
When we can really flow, like we have wings
Heidi Sands
4/4/22
REFRAINS OF WINTER SONATA
When fallen brown leaves brush a sepia picturesque
and the bubbly breeze blows a heated winter sonata,
the giant roses of clouds are teased, they shed
icy petals tumbling, drifting like little ballerinas
dropping to rest on branches of trees, grasses, houses
and down to window ledges clustering in lily-white hues.
Frosty mornings and nights lure the need for warmth
from brewed coffee, a kiss or just a minute of touch...
Absorbing the air, alone, I wander to the cover-walks,
I see children tramping and playing on hills of frost,
some couples carelessly sliding, they laugh out loud,
yet afar, some robins, deer and beggars frown in despair
as they are homeless. No fire nor a person to cuddle with.
No adequate food to eat nor a flowing water to drink too...
Cold. Wet. All white, frozen snow-tears are in their eyes
and so I am one afternoon, a year and six months ago.
The winter atmosphere can stir love passions within
but how can it all be when the only woman, I love.
I wanted to marry and ready to give my all: refused me?
She, slowly walking away, leaving me crying-- a snow.
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CONTEST: Write ME A Winter Poem~~
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8:16 pm, November 14, 2015
her bones were stiff from the tight wrappings
she was excited the embalmers had left her heart
where were those canopic jars?
the blue one held her liver
the green one held her lungs
the other two were graced with her stomach and intestines
She began searching the stale tomb, collecting pieces of herself
her horse had been stuffed, not mummified
This annoyed the Egyptian queen
Wait! What were those noises? She heard voices
Human but they spoke a different language
They began to get near her tomb
She waited and waited
no one came
Her organs were collected, and she crawled out of her crypt
two minutes before midnight, Halloween’s Eve
ready to haunt in earnest, eager to begin a reign of terror.
It felt good to laugh, she had missed her stomach muscles
Fully intact, she began her prowl for someone to haunt.
It would not take long
Great costume! Some idiot said to her
Luckily, she did not speak their language.
Twas the night before Christmas, and inside one house
lay a boy with the age of not yet quite a year.
While his mother lay resting in bed with her spouse,
her small son had cried out, but the mom did not hear.
So he gathered some courage for what he would do,
for this lad had a bed, and it wasn’t so tall.
On one part of the bed was a place to crawl through,
so he crawled to that spot and he let himself fall!
Yes, he somehow had managed to squeeze through that spot,
and the way he escaped made him soon lose his gloom.
Feeling proud, he got up, but the wee lad did not
go directly to Mom. He went to the next room.
In that room was a Christmas tree, prettily lit,
and the boy felt some comfort to see by the tree
the beloved family pet, a huge dog, next to it.
Now the lad, who’d felt scared, was as calm as could be.
He’d got down from his bed by himself with no sound!
His bad dream was forgotten. He gazed at the eyes
of his dog, warm and gentle. His mom and dad found
sleeping next to the dog their young son at sunrise!
Dec. 17, 2017
Now for the Christmas Poems Old Or New Poetry Contest
of Constance La France
Silently laid my eyes,
Upon tattered page piles,
the breeze had littered outside,
The garden far side
I picked up a dog eared page,
Brought back memories of the bygone age,
Of the days of sitting together,
In this garden, cuddling and smooching in cold weather.
On such a glorious winter day,
A long time ago, by the way,
I scribbled on this page love notes,
In double quotes.
Nostalgic now are,
Memories of “au revoir”,
Melancholy tones fill in,
My poignant heart to its brim.
A breeze now blows this dog eared page,
And I dully chase it with some rage,
To find it stuck to the old gum tree,
And as I see the page I begin to read all about me……………..
Silently laid my eyes,
Upon other tattered page piles,
the breeze had littered outside,
The garden far side……………………..
She but a heart breaker
Isn't she ......
The smoothness her face
A blockade my day
Am drained like a lake
boiling I vanishing
She did left me
Can't spread my feelings
Am drying like a vapour
Am vanishing, resuscitation
Please stay with
Though
I have learned my bitter
lesson, I have seen a bitter
pill my life now seem like zero
and tomorrow in the shades
of the narrow extreme of life.
I keep my heart at bay
so as to feel my love awake.
In my heart is bottled bakes
of my love
and when my love awake
then my day is made.
I keep my heart at bay
so as to flee the pain of the day
when my heart flees the pain of the day
then my ache is drain from its pain.
I keep my heart at bay
when my mind might quake
when my mind quakes,
my Love is at stake
And when my love is at stake
my love might fade.
I keep my heart away
so that my mate
might see Some fate
the day they bait
with me in a race.
I keep my heart at bay
on a date I don’t won’t to be late
the frame of love I made
for the date another date
might Be waste
and when my frame
is waste
then my love Is disdained.
In the wake of the day
lays the pain of the way
in the pain on the way
lays the aches of the stakes
in the aches of the stakes
lays the shake of the frame
in the shake of the frame
lays the break of my heart
and when my heart Is broken
my hate is made
when my hate is made
then my love is drained
so I keep my heart at bay
So as to feel my love awake
Another day awakes am
5/23/2020
YOU SAY IT'S NOTHING PERSONAL.
JUST THAT YOU HAVE TO GO.
YOU NEED TO GET UP EARLY.
GOT A LONG DRIVE HOME.
YOU ASK ME WHAT'S MY PROBLEM?
YOU ASK WHATS WRONG WITH ME.
THOUGHT WE HAD AN UNDERSTANDING.
DON'T TAKE IT PERSONALLY.
YOU ONLY CALL ME WHEN YOU'RE LONELY.
OR WHEN YOU'RE CLOSE TO TOWN.
OR WHEN YOU'VE GOT SOME TIME TO KILL.
YOU'LL SEE IF I'M AROUND.
YOU'LL KISS ME SOFT AND GENTLE.
LIKE I'M THE ONLY ONE.
TOUCH MY SOUL MY BODY.
THEN SAY SEE YA IT'S BEEN FUN.
YOU TELL ME YOU'RE SO BUSY.
THAT YOU'LL TEXT ME WHEN YOU'RE FREE.
GOT TOO MUCH ON YOUR PLATE RIGHT NOW.
DON'T TAKE IT PERSONALLY.
WELL I'M THROUGH WITH BEING USED BY YOU.
I'VE WASTED ALL THIS TIME.
I'M TAKING BACK MY SELF RESPECT.
MY HEART MY SOUL MY MIND.
I'D RATHER BE ALONE THAN JUST A TOY TO PLAY
DONE PINING FOR YOU EVERY NIGHT
LONGING EVERY DAY.
SO FROM NOW ON I'M UNAVAILABLE.
HAVE OTHER THINGS TO DO.
WON'T EVER GET A HOLD OF ME.
DON'T TEXT ME I'LL TEXT YOU.
I'M SEARCHING FOR A NEW MAN
WHO'LL WANT NO ONE BUT ME.
GO SCREW YOURSELF. IT'S OVER.
DON'T TAKE IT PERSONALLY.
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Get barefoot and walk on grass
Skip too if you may; enjoy long laughs
Catch a firefly and watch it glow
Hold it for only a moment and let it go
Get on a bicycle and ride
Be free and don't hide
Go hug a big, tall tree
Feel the love that it gives freely
Get on a swing and swing high
Listen to the wind sing; try to touch the sky
Pick up a ball and pass, bounce, or kick it
Feel the joy, feel the energy, and just play with it
Get your favorite ice cream and sit under a tree just you and your best friend
Share some memories and dare to dream without end
Run or walk and let the wind kiss your face
Smile because you're alive and you still have a purpose in this place