Long Tattoo Poems
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Up in the hills stood an old stone farm house
The undertaker outside guiding his cart and horse
Another victim to the black widows deadly kiss
The black heart tattoo on her upper lip
Puts fear of death into all around
Defying colour, dressed in black from head to ground
Out of the shadows she appeared graceful
Her ghostly white face looked so peaceful
Married and widowed three times
She's so young still in her prime
Local gossip passes round of deadly tales
Poison in the water up in the hills
But some have their doubts with personal theories
Three Husbands deceased why not she
Maybe the fresh natural stream was not the cause
Did she find a way to finish them all
No time to dwell and mourn she's on the prowl
Another poor Husband to count down the hours
I Am Touched
I am touched.
You came to me in spirit,
As it should be,
And though I can hear the steel rumblings
Of the outside neurotic world,
I can hear your silent ghost voice squealing there,
As with a trumpet pealing,
With gnashing heralds afoot;
We timorous pawns cover the ground
For a fool and a twit.
But you came to me in spirit,
What is it you want to say?
“There is no capacity here
For any real truth because the fools,
Are running the film sequences,
With a creative terror unmatched
Since the old epochs,
When the ignorant wrote fat empty volumes
To the darkness, and its bottomless chasms
Of pyrite doctrines,
Designed by more fleshed-out fools,
With noses bleeding of putrid malignancies,
To entrap the masses with lies
And determined deceptions.
There is no space here for anything remotely true,
As a mirage feeds
Nothing upon nothing, in the dry wind.”
You came to me in spirit, so,
Am I touched? Did you steal
My drowsy and still mind
For an hour in the dark night,
And tattoo those words upon my soul
So that I could fearfully turn back?
I do not want this responsibility,
Oh spirit ghost, oh you with
Gray shoulders and red hemorrhaging earlobes,
Arrived back from the old epochs.
I am touched.
.
Those lines inked deep into your skin,
They shatter the wound in your mind,
Showing everything buried behind your blue eyes,
Looking at the truth that was blind
To the world, hidden away from folks,
Hidden when you were the one to know,
Of the anguish and hurt, horror and pain,
The “damage” that's now out on show.
Each line is black, midnight black,
Defiant black lines leading nowhere,
With shades of red splashed around,
Revealing a dark, desolated despair.
They show you’re strong, outliving the pain,
Outliving everything now out on view,
To all of the world, to everyone here,
For everyone to know the true you.
Time, night, and sleep, I could not tell,
For down on the bathroom tiles, I fell
I hit my head but not so bad,
My hand, my muse screeched “are you mad,
What have you done”, confused, in pain
I looked, down at our hand, a monster
Glared at me, broken, swollen, angry and red,
“Wake up first don’t sleepwalk from bed,”
Hubby rushed for he heard me scream,
Called our son for this needed two, a family team
Dressed and wrapped me up, my hand, cried,
“Careful ouch" my muse sadly said,
"Its three degrees outside, a cold winter night”
I was in shock do not remember all, I got a fright,
Carefully I was bundled in the car and taken
To our nearest Emergency Department.
X -Ray’s on the double, diagnosis broken wrist.
My muse was still muttering, did you say something,
Asked the doc about pain,
There will be an injection soon,
No, I hastily replied, I merely said it looks like rain.
I had an injection on my bum,
The following morning an injection to succumb,
To the anesthetic at 7.30 am.
The photo hubby took of me shows I have no pain,
In my snazzy theater gown, which are always so plain.
10 days later stitches out, my baby elephant tattoo,
I noticed surprisingly was joined up like a puzzle by,
The greatest Orthopedic Surgeon I have ever,
known, heard of, or seen.
I am typing with my broken wrist, have a guard I wear.
Oh I’m “sorry, so sorry” said a little voice,
“I’m your, Muse we're one, I know,
You have the same pain as I,
Do you believe me as I look into your eye”
We both got a shock,
Walk mindfully is my motto,
Hey, I ditto,
You on that,
I’ll warn you and you warn me,
And together from danger we’ll
Always be free.
I don't regret I got it
This small tattoo of mine
An everlasting love note
In permanence of kind
I look at it and smile
I have it and I'm glad
It represents the moment
Where ink on a scratchpad
Became a lasting statement
I knew just what it was
And then when I had done it
My heart was all abuzz
Excited and emphatic
In color there it states
The way I feel about you
I still think we're soulmates
And though sometimes there's sadness
It's just because I care
Man, I really love you
There's truly something there
But still one thing is missing
The picture's not complete
Until my little bluebird
Takes her rightful seat
Above there where my heartstrings
Meet the tuning pegs
Aperched atop the headstock
A nest there for you begs
I'll keep it neat and tidy
Until the day you're there
Then forever we'll make music
Our lives and love we'll share
For years I've designated no best friend
Since time whispered my best away.
But lately the wind has whispered a name
A name that long had been at bay.
I don't know why God has so chosen
To tattoo this person into my mind.
But He unveiled afresh a tenured friend
Whom I'd lost and could not find.
Her down to earthiness makes her special
That quality she possesses inside.
Making no pretenses other than who she is
Inducing feelings that I can't hide.
I've been blessed in life with many friends
Only two, have left me reeling.
My departed friend Jerry enriched my life
Now for her I've a like feeling.
So when quiescence whispers names to me
Only one can I specify as best.
The one placed with my wife at the pinnacle
Standing shoulders above the rest.
Currently I find myself confined
To 1 room my bedroom
In the 3 bedroom house I presently
own or should I rather say have to
repay the mortgage on
Because although for the countless
many times she says she cares
her actions provide lasting proof
she quite obviously does not
She only ever seems to care when
if I don't and therefore effects her
Now when I leave or come back in
I enter not through the side door
But through the front door which has
barely ever been used or opened before
At my bedroom resides at the top of the
stairs that when I climb them creak which
really defines it's actual true age
A place called number 22 i bought in
essence I thought I could call my
own very home
Which once upon a long , long time ago
represented a fairytale come true that
besides pride , joy , happiness a all
encompassing safe space
So funny now how upon looking back
today each and every passing day
I further begin to see it as a tightening
rope around my neck strangling and
smothering me to death
And all I now want to do is leave this
place of ever increasing misery behind
as soon as is humanly possible
So at least I still have a few of some of
those my most cherished favorable
memories left to take with me
Before they are taken from me
and tainted forever and slowly ebb
away till finally they are long gone
So get me out of here as soon as
possible for heaven sake or mine
please
Whilst I still want or wish to have the
Number 22 Tattooed on my back
Before the Number 22 eventually
becomes placed beside or added
in the pantheon
Of so called other named unlucky
numbers such as the infamous ilk
of the dreaded
13
A new year has rounded the corner,
with grave news hard on its heels.
A father's friend at kinship's dawn,
a clan's family, by life's sudden dusk.
In so many respects my father's twin,
he could look in a mirror and see Chuck.
To say 'brother' seems not strong enough,
not nearly a sufficing title for the man.
Growing up, he was simply an uncle,
another sarcastic voice in the choir.
Shipmate, soundboard, confidant, kin;
fellow gamer, writer, musical connoisseur.
Buddy, mentor, verbal sparring partner;
hilarious, caring, intelligent, smart-ass.
Always a phone call or a flight away,
each of these things, to each of us or to all.
Thirty years his junior -
yet he asked my advice on,
and I got to be present for,
his first, and sadly only, tattoo.
He got to meet my wife last year,
for which I am beyond thankful.
He sought her counsel for his next tattoo,
which will now be another of hers.
An easy man to like,
with an easy smile and easier laugh,
now a hard man to miss -
but with good stories, of a greater man.
And for those who knew him;
be grateful for having known the dead,
and hold to hope that 'bye' -
is only for now.
day 5,000 in time
it was yesterday
you made it real
i am still living in history
my heart's tattoo has been broken
day 1,000,000 will be tomorrow
if time was in a freezer, i would be the red snowman
if you were the thermometer, i would be mercury in search of somebody to love
if God was my throat, i would be the high octave in passionate need of your attention
if you were a gentle angel, i would be the bell that rings that pretty smile on your face
day 20,000,000 in time
it was five minutes ago
you made it permanent
i am still tongue kissing the cubic zirconia
my heart's center diamond has been removed
on the billionth day, i die slowly from icicle consumption
saphire blue , eyes that capture , eyes that captivate , a love struck trance , breathes life into an open yet vacant heart , they sear and tattoo the mind with the absolution of complete emmenance of adoring love .
shine like precious gems to be sure , sending an invitation into heaven ,an invitation into euphoria ,bliss, and tranquility , a universe onto its own into forever they fill the spaces in between spaces , the soul is now blessed.
ever so deep are these windows into life, they allow for true escape , undivided attention is never lost , an ocean of peace and caring dance in there glistening shine , wisdom and whimsy with a touch of playfulness is the mark left in the heart.
romance and passion is sure to be found in such an island of pleasure , soft and tender , cautious , and courageous , dreamy and kind , to look away , dare not , these eyes , now take the journey to an escalade of new heights , could this really be, not a dream and no wishes needed.