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Soon as you think you have it all together
A gust of wind knocks down the house of cards
I thought I was starting to get the hang of me but now I don't know which hand I'm playing
Holding a full hand only to get straight flushed down the toilet
The tissue is gone because I've been crying and blowing my nose like I'm sick
Well, I'm sick of you
So, sick I run right back to you
I can't shake this cold from the shivers of loneliness
And you're only a text away
Another road to you filling potholes with broken concrete
Feels like my heart is set in stone because it's hard to move away from you
Even though it's better for you...
I say to myself
Well, this will be the last time
Which is what I said the last time
Lying to myself to feel better about the poison I continue to digest as if it's healthy for me
Maybe you're good for me
Lying to myself
p.s. when are you going to tell the truth...
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Wm. J. Atfield Jr. [email protected] March 27th, 2020, 4:52 PM
Poetry Soupers, who have or are following me.
My gratitude goes out to you !!!
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I want to thank all you Poets, who have taken the time.
Whom have, from your busy lives, read my efforts at rhyme.
I have come to the end of a journey ???, as interests began to wane
and nothing seems to garner inspiration, there is nothing to gain
by continuing down this path I have traversed for twenty eight years,
expressing pain, passion, love, understanding and heartache full of tears.
B. J. “A ” 2
March 27th, 2020,
Caves
Old, single, alone, life can be like living in a dark, damp cave.
A voice reminisces, echoing off the stone walls what one gave.
Throwing it back at one, all that one once knew, to be true.
Memories, moments, experiences once lived, now are few.
This library is in decay, nothing much left to do or to say.
One realizes, as the sun is setting, it’s soon to be the last day.
With this coronavirus, {{ COVID-19 }} circling this planet.
For the vulnerable, “ it’s soon to be the last day.” if they get
caught up in its talons, its claws tearing at the tissue of each lung.
A dirge for this world, and humanity, a dirge for years, will be sung.
B. J. “A ” 2
March 27th, 2020,
Seeming to decipher,
The count of the sample,
Whether white, red or dead,
It appears, each is ample,
The blood of our lives,
Not the fluid, arterial,
But the beings, among them,
Usurped the toy in your cereal,
Their daily appearance,
At the start of your day,
Then emerging in time,
As the sun went away,
Their cohabitation,
With you, not by choosing,
But the result of divinity,
And the Creator's own musing,
A parent, a sibling,
Those snags of the branches,
All accounting for something,
When relations are stanches,
Unlike other vows,
Ceremonial, contractual,
Once out of the womb,
They are dogma and factual,
Commandments and law,
Reinforce these intentions,
Though no matter or slight,
Ever fades from contention,
Blood is thicker than water,
And universally sold,
Never questioned or doubted,
Whither silent or told,
Then, some days out of many,
When zeal and self,
Decide this is the day,
I want off of the shelf,
The blood test is given,
A puncture of flesh,
Your judgment, by others,
Disregarded as fresh,
The clan, it has spoken,
Based on magisterial virtue,
Eat every last word,
Though it might only hurt you,
But, you are in the know,
Of your first name and surname,
And the choice may preclude,
The outcome of this game,
It is time you stand still,
Concern, only internal,
Which cancels your date,
With the family tribunal,
It's never forever,
The scab always heals,
But, now, it might cover,
Something new to reveal,
The blemish is formed,
Hiding old wound or issue,
It is never the same,
Reinforced by scar tissue,
Hopefully all cells involved,
Can now work together,
Creating new bonds and sealant,
And tougher than leather,
You emerge understood,
By reason or force,
Avoiding all separation,
Death, disaffect or divorce,
There might be some others,
Trials of unknown decree,
With the plaintiffs intact,
Or scouring leftover debris,
You have done what is needed,
And can sigh in relief,
Your resolve and conviction,
Firmly held your belief,
That blood is essential,
It fuels, ignites verve,
And yet until it is tested,
We know not whom it serves,
So, we test, and retest,
Find the vain to extort,
And if too much is drawn,
We can simply abort.
(12/9/01)
Sleeping beauty slept for a long time
A hundred years in all and woke up fine
Who’d not with a kiss
From the luscious lips
Of a prince who looked simply divine.
She wondered why everything had changed
All cherished things had been rearranged
Ladies wore strange dresses
Had re-styled tresses
It wasn’t the home she’d known on the range.
* * *
Cinderella’s sisters were both green eyed
Cindy’s a beauty, it can’t be denied
They wished that she was gone
So their hearts would be won
No chance, as they’d both make an ugly bride.
When the prince came by bearing a glass shoe
The sisters thought he’d choose one of the two
But what a big shock
The both of them got
Cinder’s foot fitted and they cried boo-hoo.
* * *
Contrary Mary grew flowers galore
They made her sneeze lots, and her nose sore
Every ah-tissue
Became an issue
When the family couldn’t sleep, for her snore.
They decided to get themselves ear plugs
It didn’t work, as they had no such luck
She grunted and groaned
And loudly she moaned
So they gave up, and slept out in their truck.
* * *
Peppa pig had a taste for liquorice
Ate it all day long, until he felt sick
It ruined his teeth
Till he couldn’t eat
Poor Peppa pig went as thin as a stick.
He went along to see the pig dentist
Who said his teeth had to be cemented
It took all day long
To right the pig’s wrong
No more liquorice, dentist commented.
* * *
When Humpty Dumpty got himself a fix
He promised not to get up to his tricks
Not sit on a wall
Never have a fall
And to always walk with a pair of sticks.
That did not work as the sticks took a slip
Had another big fall and broke a hip
He got patched up fine
Then joined a dance line
And poor old Humpty ended up in bits.
* * *
Written for a friend in mourning. Loss is a very personal thing. No one can grieve for you. No one can take away your pain or unbreak your heart. Only time, transmutation and healing can help. But nothing ever fixes things. The scar tissue just helps us a little bit whilst we try to survive and get by.
Hopefully, in time, we are able to see the beauty in the Universe again. Please try to remember to look up at the stars. Hugs and love.
I know prayers can't unbreak my heart
(I know wishes won't bring you back)
By Michelle Morris
08/12/2023
Today I pretended to be human
Just like the days before
Despite my heart being trapped in a cage
And my soul beyond Earth having fallen
For the loss of you weighs me down
Deep into the darkest abyss
There where no Light shines
There where monsters lurk
So much grief swirls around that place
So many memories can drown in tears
And long before we know it
Our heartbreak has thorns we fear
Prickly and difficult to handle
The roses of love and hope having died
Round and round the thoughts go
What more we could've done when they were alive
But the past is the past for a reason
We can't turn back the hands of time
And the future will never be golden
If we don't embrace the love in our lives
And still, I struggle with this every day
Because at the moment I'm still pretending
I know that the choices are mine
And maybe in time I will comprehend it
But life is a gift to each of us
I know this deep down in my soul
But while my heart is still broken
It might take a long time until I'm whole
There'll always be scar tissue that aches
On those rainy days when we used to dance in the rain
And until we meet again
I'll work on transmuting my pain
I know prayers can't unbreak my heart
I know wishes won't bring you back
But I will remember you every day
I love and miss you stacks
© Michelle Morris, 2023
Every poetic mentor started to talk here,
as if, I borrowed their tissue paper.
and forgot to claim that,
I had my early mentors, successful, in that theme.
What is a restroom helping symptom?
I started to think through the situations,
And they happened, all in all,
one after another.
Once I met a little girl, Arana,
Her mother was someone with a taste of culture.
Arana, is a classical singing raag, perhaps the saying went, so and so
And I was thinking all along, the discord and the mishaps.
And the reason behind starting it all over again!
Most of my stories are sad, and they sang through the saddest croons
As I was requesting my health worker to utter the restroom supplication
as she was reciting after me. the necessary prayer verses to be uttered.
And a guard as he was slandering with true harshness.
"I will restrain you to your bed, if you try to pray."
How I am different in my understanding of the salvation key
has a lot to trace in bizarre, preconceived notion.
That sustains a lot, truly sustains a lot, as a test takes the toll.
With red markers of a graded civilization
that understand way before about civilized society, and progression.
I was thinking about a duster too!
How to see deep sleep of an infant child, innocence
They truly are innocent in a very deep sleep.
As people need to unlearn as they learn to grow.
1:12 AM
1/09/2024
Glass Ceiling
Crouched here in the corner of the ceiling
watching myself – fighting to endure –
I stifle tears, for I am but his essence
growing dimmer as his color pales.
He struggles to make sense of life – in death.
Whereas I struggled to make sense of death – in life.
I watched him weep at the passing of others
who would not find time for him.
I tried to touch him, to reach him,
to let him know that we were not alone,
that we had each other. I think he felt it – once-
then pulled away with a shiver.
He – We – were so much more than memory,
so much more than tissue, and sinew, and pain.
We Were, dammit! Even now, as he struggles
to decide our fate we still – Are.
None but me have know the all of him,
his deepest fear, the enormity of his love,
his loneliness amid the crowds,
his presence among the lonely.
I have always been there for him – in spirit,
had his back, echoed his spiritual song,
directed his eyes toward the sunrise
of a troubling night’s trepidation.
We were the best of what we are
so I am saddened. Not by his imminent death,
but by the inevitable separation of
the animator from the animation.
10/12/2016
submitted to – Personification – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Lewis Raynes
part one:
i was new and i wasn't sure what to expect i was here to mend.
before i submitted anything i thought i would get a lay of the land.
finally i dove in. head first. yikes!
in the shallow end. double yikes!
part two:
dear reader after that tumultuous beginning of this harrowing tale
we continue with part two. (scary movie music plays to no avail)
boy oh boy this is really scary stuff
back to the story, though a little rough
(as an aside did i mention i have big feet their long fellows)
part three:
the time had come.
this is no time to be dumb.
had a poem to submit. one with a lot of wit
"roses are red
violets are blue
some poems rhyme
some poems don't"
i couldn't enter this poem it was written by Shakespeare and that would be
plagiarism
(note to self look up the meaning of that big word i just wrote. it is a big word like
marmalade)
part eight:
so there i was reading my first comment. i couldn't believe what i was reading.
the words were kind and helpful
could this be true
i had expected something brittle
i grabbed a tissue
tears were streaming down my face
i thought this is a fantastic place
the poets here are quite amazing
talk about baffling and confusing
this was a lot better than
the time i had spent in jail
in the country of iran
a small room and a pail
do you know what that comment said
"i read this while lying in my bed
i thought it was quite romantic
actually even really poetic"
part twenty:
Fini
(in my own defense the rules said use any style. this is a form the french call
poetry of the absurd...or not!)
Maurice Yvonne
Comment Poetry Contest
August 25 2014
i will grip the last shards of you,
until the edges slice my palms.
through skin and tissue,
muscle and bone,
'till its through the other side.
when it lands on the pavement,
blood-soaked and broken,
i'll clasp my palms together,
stronger than we ever were,
and scoop up the shattered pieces.
i'll cradle them,
with that gentleness you one day forgot,
and never shown me again.
as i step over the stains in the concrete,
my lacerated flesh,
held tight to my chest,
i know.
i know that,
i'll let your memory dissect me forever,
until all that remains—
is a puddle of all i hoped we could be.
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And I really think you should get one too
Because you just don't know
When tissue stocks get low
So, keep a copy of it in your loo...
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Said she'll have plenty time to take a look
Her wonky Kitchen table
Is now quite firm and stable
Kamala was pleased it no longer shook...
Tom Cunningham
If I’m ever gifted soup’s book
I wouldn’t even take a look
I’d rip out poems by “Trump”
For use after I dump
The theme is pure gobbledygook...
Jan Allison
I'd use Trump's pages to wipe my hiney
And keep my toilet bowl quite shiny
Not a word would I read
About his need for greed
He's not a poet; he's too whiney...
Lin Lane
Trump's new book of poems is a farce
He can't write a poem from his a r s e
Fake poems galore
Are all just a bore
His poetry book fans will be sparse...
Tania Kitchin
Donald Trump is down and singing the blues
Seeing his poetry going down loos
The thought of success
Had gone to his head
Now his ego is definitely bruised...
Beryl Edmonds
Written by Trump’s own hand
Is a fairytale about finance
His poetry book
For crooks to cook
Up a USA scammer plan...
Karen Jones
Donald Trump is now the new boss,
Those Demo-Craps are paying the cost,
Trump stuck to his guns,
And finally won,
Fake news spread by the media lost.
John Read