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It wasn’t the life she wanted.
This life drained the light from her eyes,
Turning them to deep gray circles,
Her voice lost its tone,
She lost herself.
Mothering was not a part of the plan.
She was supposed to get out.
Out of the town,
Out of the house,
Out of the state,
Go to school,
Go to college,
Go to work.
Grab the job of her dreams by the reigns,
Ride it into the fantastically detailed future
That she’d been planning since the 6th grade.
A home,
A steadfast group of friends,
Maybe a dog.
But not a kid.
Not a husband.
This was not the plan.
Over the years, she learned to pretend,
If not for the kids, for herself,
For the husband,
That she was happy.
Trapped in this provincial life,
She was happy.
Wake up at 7 a.m.,
Make the bed,
Walk downstairs,
Make coffee,
Make breakfast,
Remake the bed that you forgot to make.
Wake the kids,
Get them ready for school,
Get the keys,
Get in the car,
Get on the road.
Go home.
Sleep because you can never sleep at night,
Trapped in the spiraling paradox
That prances in your mind,
Telling you that this is not your life.
It shouldn’t be.
It can’t be.
At 3:00 p.m.,
Get back in the car,
Get the kids from school,
Get the kids back home,
Get back on the road,
Resist the urge to keep driving
Past the house, into the night,
Never to be seen again.
Resist the urge.
Because you have to.
At 10:00 p.m.,
Make sure the kids are in bed,
Make sure the lights are dimmed,
Make sure the stove and oven are turned off,
Go to your room,
Your husband won’t be home yet,
Not for another 2 hours.
You’ve got time to kill.
Read a book,
Look for flights,
Watch a show,
Cry into your pillow,
Because no one has given you their shoulder
For a very, very long time.
Husband comes home at 12:00 a.m.,
He takes a shower,
Crawls into bed next to you,
You exchange pleasantries,
He turns off the bedside lamp,
Within minutes, he’s asleep.
What to do tonight?
Another successful day,
Set off without a hitch.
Walk back downstairs,
Fold the hampers of laundry,
It’s 3:00 a.m. now,
The kids will be up in 4 hours.
You’ve got time to kill.
Maybe this time,
You and time can trade places.
Maybe this time,
You can keep driving.
Maybe this time,
You can be free.
Maybe, but not today.
(enjoy the puns)
I happen to be a busy bee
always racing with time
since time how it flies for busy bees
Ah wish I could just lasso it
like a cowboy does his horse
and thereby bring it to a standstill!
And if I don't waste this valuable Time
I think I could buy me some extra time
For time is money it's said
Ah wish I could just catch it
in a nook or a noose
as it flies by at will.
For at this rate the clock is ticking by
like some never exploding time-bomb
while I'm forever running out of time
so I wonder then how still
others just take their time
or be killing time coz they've time to kill!
For I can't be killing this precious time
I don't have any spare time on my hands
And it is but challenging to make a chum
out of that swinging pendulum
Time is racing, it's outpacing
For me it seems time has never stood still.
Thus I'll merely have to resign to the fact
that I could never ever tie down mr. Time
for time and tide have waited for none
It's never going to cease, that monotonous chime
even when ceases to pen, a poet's quill
If the battery in thy clock stops
other clocks would be working timely still
So if you lag behind and don't make it in time
you can be sure there are others who will.
So I better let my time-old
venerable grandfather clock
go on with its carefree
dutiful but devil-may-care tick tock
Yah, let the time do the talk
and still tell it it's simply brill!
Though Time is something we've devised,
Time's hold on us can't be revised.
While Time has time to spend at will,
We question Time when we distill
It into time spent ill or well.
It's just perception - time will tell.
Time can play games within our head,
It's Time we love - and Time we dread.
Time gives us time to think things through,
What to reject - what to pursue.
And, timeliness keeps Time involved -
Sufficient time gets things resolved.
True, Time can grant a host of things -
Good times that well-timed planning brings.
And, timely words - remember when?
Just simple truths, time and again.
Time can expand our views to see
The benefits of what might be.
But, Time can proffer problems too -
With time to kill what should we do?
Time can befriend untimely ways
That dissipate our time-bound days.
Yet, Time won't dwell on what we chose,
Time ventures on - not in repose.
When Time slips by, or fails to wait,
It's Time we tend to castigate.
Despite the time we set aside
Time only serves to be our guide.
Still, Time can help us do our share
As Time goes by with time to spare.
But, Time moves on at its own rate
Unmoved by time to contemplate.
If we take time to stop and look,
Time travels past the time we took.
Yes, Time is always on the run -
Time won't stand still - for anyone.
Ich binn ein Berliner
I somehow went to Berlin in 1937
it was time travel I can't explain
I saw the date on a newspaper in the Alexanderplatz
After looking in shop windows for an hour,
I realised I had an opportunity to kill Hitler
there were lots of pictures of him
people were staring at me, I looked like a foreigner
a policeman wearing feldgrau asked me "Wo sind deine Papiere?"
I spent the night in a horrible jail cell with some men I thought sounded Jewish
the next day I was at the American Embassy
the Ambassador was an old man wearing a rumpled grey suit
and he spoke with a Southern accent
I said "I want to kill Hitler"
he stared at me and told me I was in danger
he bought me a ticket to America
I ended my journey of seasick travelling
at Kemp and Hebert's department store
in the Liberty Building in Spokane, Washington
Please kiss and run, my only son
Her body is on fire.
Water rises,
Whisky on the table,
A unique type of gold in a glass,
That type of woman isn’t in your social class
Moments like these are meant to last
No money to spend, but time to kill.
My only son, a fall from grace,
Or a plunge from the hill
Take your misty mistletoe kiss
Disconnect the extinguisher:
That girl is on fire! Try not to diss
A battle beyond hopelessness for a woman in the ghetto
A segment of labor and a segment of pain
My son it appears that you are navigating your life
In a fast pace of unsophisticated women:
...
1 Peter 5:8 Be sober-minded; be watchful.
Your adversary the devil prowls around like a roaring lion,
seeking someone to devour.
I once had this old time clock
The clock and I, we always fought
Did it keep time, well I think not
As I watched it waste away
The second hand would spin and spin
As the clocks face would sit and grin
Knowing full well the state I was in
With every growing day
The minute hand from left to right
Quickly swept past my life
Who granted this, who gave it right
Who signed off the okay
Hour by hour time kept taunting me
With no time left for sympathy
Where you reach the cost, times no longer free
And you find it hard to save
Time at hand will not stand still
Never has and never will
Time works best with time to kill
As I watched it waste away
NB This is a repost original was deleted. Unfortunately I was without an internet for two days and I am truly blocked. I am sorry but I shall probably miss some poem. I can't help it.
How pleasant it was to drive out of Louisville,
Accompanied by my dearest lovely sweet Jill.
Quickly we found a vantage place upon a hill.
A stunning scene before us was a joyful thrill.
A hillside green with ferns growing near a rill.
Dotted here and there birds flew with a shrill,
Sometimes finding some rest on a far-off mill.
I saw that some people had planned a landfill,
Big beeches, hornbeams, bushes of cranesbill.
But red dusk fell, Jill and I felt the subtle chill,
To a cafeteria we went for we had time to kill.
Inspired by Ryan Wheeler's storyline in Episode 10: Traveling Alone, Season 2 of "Kingdom". It's MMA fighting in action. Ryan Wheeler is portrayed by the exceptional Matt Lauria.
Don't let the demons win. You can be a fighter. But, keep the violence to the cage, like the professionals do.
Cage fighter rules
By Michelle Morris
03/08/2023
Get into the cage
Violence is the business
Cage fighter rules
Not a place for innocents
Destroyer across my chest
Tattoos mark my skin
Remind you of my power
The glory of my winning
Cage fighting match
Violence wins tonight
I'm still the champion
No one takes my title
Here it is so simple
Fighting with the rules
It's outside where it's brutal
The world has a special cruelty
Where life is never fair
And emotions kill you slowly
You long to walk away
From everything that's normal
Keep the demons under wraps
Never let them win
Keep the violence in the cage
Where we're the professionals
Get out of the cage
Time to face the world
Deal with everybody
Denial and atonement
We all travel alone
Even when we're in a pack
We all fight our own demons
No one can truly have our back
Can you leave the cage?
Will the cage ever leave you?
Only you can walk this journey
Be a fighter for your truth
Your heart and soul need light
Your body and mind need peace
Time to kill your dad
And give him sweet release
The guilt will weigh on you
But it's his wish to leave his prison
His body that is broken
His mind that's anxiety ridden
Get into the cage
It's where you feel at home
Even though you hate it
Being a fighter is all you know
This cage is your own prison
This cage is your own Hell
This cage is your own Heaven
This cage is freedom's bell
Get into the cage
Violence is the business
Cage fighter rules
Not a place for innocents
Destroyer across my chest
Tattoos mark my skin
Remind you of my power
The glory of my winning
Cage fighting match
Violence wins tonight
I'm still the champion
No one takes my title
© Michelle Morris, 2023
~Springtime Once Again~
(LaCharta)
The days are turning rather hot
It's spring, but you'd think that we'd got
Summer, because it is so hot.
It's so warm need find a cool spot
Rather like weather when is cool
What want now is jump in the pool
Springtime is so lovely indeed
When rains more cool weather we need
It's a nice time to plant more seeds
Also time to kill more those bad weeds
Beautiful roses we see grow
Spring is when nature seems to glow
Hear many birds sing from the trees
Mother duck with her chicks now just see
Children play and just laugh with glee
Many games to play on land, sea.
Enjoy spring, 'cause her days go fast
Spring sadly, for too long won't last.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2014
December.02.2015
~Author's Notes:
"The LaCharta" is a poetry style created by Laura Lamarca.
I sat for a while... thinking
Nothing pretty much to do
Perhaps if I close my eyes... dreaming
And I’ve decided that there’s nothing I knew
Kinda boring it became
Mellow and dull, mysteriously enchanting
A pause in time to maintain
A reminder towards life if deserving
I have time I would like to kill
Murdering seconds, eliminating minutes, silencing hours
Days into months with years until
My final call towards the unknown empowers
As all life falls into the same categories
We find the differences for similar time to spend
Separating ourselves from one another as memories
Life to only belong as boring as plan
Perhaps my sitting a while... I’m realizing
Life is only colorful when we no longer believe
If I’ll just open my eyes... dreaming
My finding of time to kill is deceive