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Every binge keeps getting longer
The emptiness growing stronger & stronger
Her only wish is that you never wrong her
Fighting to hold on to a dream
we never could've imagined was real
Grasping onto the only thing
that ever made us really feel
Knowing this was truely the real deal
....Confused...
hating & loving our past
Wishing with everything we have
that what we created together will last
Playing tug of war with the ecstasy & pain
knowing deep down forgiveness is
the only chance to gain
N still refusing to just let our past mistakes go
Destroying what we searched for for so long...
our only real home
Js the thought of being alone
Rips & tears at our already damaged souls
He is a catcher of unrevealed thoughts,
his mind staking out the spaces between words,
his patience in a tug-of-war with emptiness
until hidden truths are pulled into view.
She is an eavesdropper on unheard tones,
her ears tuned to the labor of pregnant spaces,
waiting, waiting, until the next note emerges,
piercing with an unsuspected beauty.
He is a voyeur of the abyss between colors,
his eyes wandering the barren spaces on canvas,
while rummaging a memory of worn-out shades
until they surrender a fugitive light.
And out of these long vigils over blankness
kept in the solitude of creation
and the agony of drought,
are born man’s infrequent raptures,
tattooed on life ordinary.
Please disregard that I'm a dog.
I've been asked to write this monologue
by my owner. What was he thinking?
Maybe he has been out drinking.
I always try to be there for him,
though I can't use a typewriter, Jim.
Sometimes, I wish he'd feel the same way
when I want to walk or play.
To his girlfriend, he says something dumb,
and I'm right there to console the bum,
and when he screws up bad, at work,
I make him forget his troubles - the jerk.
A shrink would charge a hundred bucks.
I help him for a dog biscuit, shucks.
It's not in my nature to refuse
this poor guy who's so confused.
I know the reason life is for -
a good game of fetch or tug-of-war,
and, I admit, when it comes to those,
he's fun to play with, I suppose.
He gives me a sense of purpose.
Heck, I love him, glad to be of service.
In conclusion, I think you'll agree
that I exemplify loyalty.
That, friend, is my little poem,
about me and master...let's not show 'im.
For a dog, a poem is pretty tough.
Next time, I'll just say, "ruff ruff ruff ruff".
The sea is a wild feast -
my heart in breast beating.
The sea, a hungry beast,
tug of war competing.
My feet dissolve in its wake.
I wade out to meet the waves.
Ebb and flow of friendship.
Salty air above my waist.
The wind sloshes my lips.
My cheeks, a blush sunbake.
I dive into the sublime sea.
Turquoise eyes of treachery
allow my vivacity and glee;
kindness swashed with brevity.
Breathless - make no mistake,
I listen to mermaids’ environs,
avoid pitfalls’ overconfidence,
cover ears, stave off sirens,
not greedy for DL opulence.*
Finless and feckless mistake,
if I find myself too far from shore,
arms and foam in dosido,
afraid and pleasured by the roar -
in fearful pretense, I’m paddling slow.
For the dorsal fin of ship, I ache.
Calypso music distracts on deck.
I leave my lover far below unchecked.
Climbing like a pirate to wreck
the captain’s safety, the sea at my neck.
Drowned in seaweed silk; bound and awake.
8/30/2021
*DL - Davy’s Locker
There it goes again,
disturbing the calm and quiet of my mind
from its peaceful setting.
The shrieking begins; my poisonous parrot
shrills loud that piercing song of my doubt.
My decisions come hard...
always a tug of war, between negative
and positive thinking.
My weak inner self and that mocking parrot
each takes one of my hands and pulls.
I summon my support...
a quiet corner, meditation, and prayer.
The squawking is silenced.
That negative beast is plucked from my hand,
as my strong self leads me to peace again.
~6th Place~
Premiere Contest: Desire and Aversion
Sponsor: Unseeking Seeker
Judged: 10/11/2022
~1st Place~
Contest:
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Judged: 02/14/2019
~9th Place~
Premiere Contest: Plucking the Poisonous Parrot
Sponsor: Maureen McGreavy
Judged: 01/27/2019
We share your strength, you and I. You are there before me, urging me on.
There to pull me over the finish line when all my strength is gone.
You guided me to complete the task when I was too weary to try.
You showed me the easiest way when trophies were not the reason why.
I put my faith in you when we were about to fall, and you held me tight.
With sure footing we weathered the storm and it all came out right.
Like a magician, you pulled a smile from my very deepest frown.
You created a diversion from any disaster on the way, and never let me down.
When life became a tug of war, and I began to lose some hope,
your wise words encouraged me and there you were pulling on the rope.
Our partnership has taken its twists and turns you were the strongest bloke.
Its time for me to be there right behind you, pushing to overcome that stroke.
We work together you and I just as we always do, our determination so full
Encouragement and trust it hasn't waned and now maybe its my turn to pull.
I love you darling and always will, as its always going to be, quite secretly,
Because despite what's happened we both know, its still you pulling me.
The photos stopped
when you were 10 or 11.
Around that time, you started refusing to
have your pictures taken.
A few candid shots are all I’ve
managed since then.
In them, the look on your face is growing inward,
as a cocoon slowly encloses you in a
translucent mystery,
turning you into a dark silhouette
as you start to construct your
own parallel universe,
in a tug of war with a thousand things
you are just starting to learn the meaning of,
morphing into what the world will know,
what I will, with any luck,
recognize only with squinted eyes
when the cocoon reopens.
For now, I can’t see you.
All I can do is wait.
In this world
We all put a price on our honey
We rent our labor, what’s between our legs and under our nose
We all work its just how it goes
The worlds oldest profession
As everyone knows
We are all for sale
To the mighty dollar
We all hail
Without it slave
You will fail
To that dirty green paper
We all hail
It’s a great daily caper
Of catch and release
Trying our best
Its your wallet I fleece
Gotta get in there and rape the green
And get out fast hopefully unseen
You will never get ahead
In dollars or sense
Your worth for today
Is already past tense
Its funny to me
To try and reap the cream
and chase crumbs daily
Or so it would seem
But necessary is this mundane grind
To live for today
And enter tomorrows financial bind
Of once again
Playing moneys tug of war
Pursuing currency is such a bore
A rotten addiction of give me more
We are all simply
Greedy cash whores
Eric (and sometimes not)
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I cannot brush away tiny grains of sand
as the waves can reclaim them for the sea,
nor sweep clean my memories of a man,
as if love we had was not meant to be.
A mystery it is to those who are
questioning the moon for ruling the tide.
After years of passion, now a tug of war.
His spoils of battle are tears I can't hide.
In weak moments, I drift in reveries
of walks on this beach, of holding his hand,
time spent in laughter; loving memories.
He threw us away, I don't understand.
Footsteps leave prints, washed out by ebb and flow.
I cry in vain, caught in love's undertow.