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One thing I ask, just one thing of her,
Whenever she gets out of bed,
And that is to make each hour count,
To free what’s up in her head,
To breathe a bit fresher, be colourful,
To cherish where both her feet land,
To change each “I can’t” to “I’ll give it a go”,
And grab onto life with both hands,
And not be afraid to trip down and fall,
Not care if everything’s wrong,
Instead to rise again back to her feet,
And feel better and bigger and strong,
Yep, one thing I ask, to make herself grow,
Is to care about her day ahead,
To give it a go, turn off the TV,
And not spend the day in a bed.
Before her glassy eyes, crystal bubbles seem
to strangely dance.
Slipping down into the water as deeply as she can,
she revels in the liquid warmth enwrapping her.
Such contrast this is to the crispness of the air around her!
Before running her bath, she felt compelled
to turn off all the heat in the house.
Now she reaches for her glass on the edge of the tub.
Bringing it to her lips, she savors one last time the wine,
her one small taste of "heaven"
from the bottle now lying nearly empty
where it spilled out to wet the floor’s cold tiles.
Very relaxed, she sets the glass back down beside her.
It topples over. The woman hears it shatter. . . yet she lies still.
Intoxicated (as was her plan),
she lays the sharp edge of a razor blade against her wrist.
Making sure to clutch it well,
she slices through veins but feels no pain.
Then the other side. . . Red fluid threads
stream among the fading fizz (all that now remains of the dancing bubbles).
And as she drifts off into numbing unconsciousness,
it dawns on her that her tub has somehow become unplugged!
She is too lightheaded. . . too feeble now to move.
The heated fragrant water slowly and steadily subsides.
A sharp chill invades her body.
With her final breaths, the woman thinks of how her one last plan -
to be discovered immersed completely in water -
has ended up just like every other messed up thing she ever did
and how her plan,
like the water of her "perfect" bath,
has just
gone
down
the damn
proverbial
drain.
7/7/13
Behind closed doors
We constantly stroked our addictions
You got me hooked
Onto this deadly affliction
You fed my hunger
And tried to feed right back from me
You should've known it wasn't happening
I couldn't wake up
Turn off my conscience
Let my mind turn pure
Nothing but time can fix what has been lost
And it's killing me
So wake me up when I'm cured
You left me to die
When I had nothing left for you
Looking to get your fix
You ignored that I cared so much for you
With my lover now
The habit's scars are leaving a mark now
Skin to skin, my mind is breaking
I can't see the end
Turn off my conscience
Let my mind turn pure
Nothing but time can fix what has been lost
And it's killing me
So wake me up when I'm cured
I feel unstable, imbalanced full
Of fear and doubt.
I'm angry, depressed, a lot
Of times I lash out.
I become overwhelmed with emotions,
I wear them on my sleeve.
Mixed feelings, confusion,
All I can do is grieve.
I've never been calm,
Cool and collected.
This is not the first
Time I've been rejected.
Your cruel and heartless,
Yet, you remain stable.
Your lies, tricks and
The betrayal.
You somehow detach
From your victim.
You shut down and
Turn off the system.
You used and abused me
Then cast me aside.
I remember we promised
To never divide.
Your expedition left me
With psychological trauma.
I want to cause you
Unnecessary drama.
So much damage it
Effects my health.
I did not see this coming,
You were flying stealth.
You have no idea of
The damage you caused.
My whole world
Forever paused.
I have to believe,
You don't know how it feels.
Your sign should read; Devil's
Daughter hell on wheels.
Turbo1904
I took my last fall ride
Down the road
Where we could see egg yolks beaten with milk
Splattered upon the sweet gum, silver birch and hickory
Fall's angular sunlight at just the right time of day
Bringing to life those divine colors
Almost hurting my eyes with the brilliance
And the awesome illumination sent from God
The hills came alive with color
Rust, yellow, gold, orange, pine green mixed with amber, and brown
Like spring's potatoes' skins which fall swiftly
Into the waste pail so we can have mashed for lunch
Looking upward a vision of longing for design
The V of geese flying south
If we were to stop, turn off the engine
We could hear the honks of them longing for home
We could also see
Those geese break through a
Panting bulldog cloud then disappear
Above fall's glorious color as we pass it by
A short trip where we stop only once to purchase
Apples, apple cider
Then aroma surrounds us tempting our tastebuds
At home, warm caramel and fresh apples for dessert
Sponsor: Regina McIntosh
Contest: Fall Flavors
Date Written: 9/12/2022
Theme: Taking A Fall Drive
WHILE YOU LAY THERE SLEEPING....
Changing Diapers and Midnight Feedings
were just a few things i had to
do...
Holding, Kissing, and Smiling Proudly
is all i could do, when i saw you sleeping
soundly.
WHILE YOU LAY THERE SLEEPING....
I began pulling the cover's up on you,
making sure that you were nice and warm..
Just as i did, back then, when you were a
newborn.
WHILE YOU LAY THERE SLEEPING....
I see nothing but pure perfection on your
face,
For you are My Creation, My Reflection, and the
Harmony that fit's perfectly into
place.
WHILE YOU LAY THERE SLEEPING....
I sit here thinking about our day today.
Bouncing Balls, Running Races, Screams and
Calls with Smiling Faces.
"Come Daddy, Let's Play! " I heared you say..
and at that moment, i wished that every day could
be this way.
WHILE YOU LAY THERE SLEEPING....
You have reached the age of three..
tossing and turning in your sleep.
As your eyes began to open..starring at me,
still very sleepy, saying in a whisper..
" I Love You Daddy!", Then falling back to sleep,
For this is a moment frozen in time, that i will always
charish and keep.
WHILE YOU LAY THERE SLEEPING....
I thank God for blessing me with you..
My Son
My # 1 and My Best Friend until the
end.
For i am your father in every way...
My Prince, My Prescious...the face that lights up my faith...
and
The spirit that fills my heart
everyday.
WHILE YOU LAY THERE SLEEPING....
So continue to dream sweet dreams...While your
Smiling and Calling for me in your
dreams.
For this is my bedtime story for tonight, I love you my son,
let me turn off this light, but first..let me give you a kiss..and
wish you a goodnight...
The End!!!
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Your frustration is bubbling over the pot
I see it, but I’m not sure how to turn the anger off
Arguing is such a turn off
We're headed home from dinner with the music from the radio fading away because your steaming thoughts are invading the space and turning it off
Then the flood gates open and I'm not strong enough to close it off
Her: they got my salad wrong...
I wanted a different dressing and something more tropical than Cesar
Him: So, why didn't you tell the waiter the order was wrong
Her: I didn't want to inconvenience them
Him: So, why complain about the order
Her: Because everything is out of order, you couldn't see that
Him: See what?
Her: The appetizer threw off my whole meal and mood
Him: You could have asked for something else
Her: I shouldn't have to ask
Him: Well...
Her: Exactly, let me guess, you have nothing to say?
Him: Umm...
Her: I just want things to be perfect
Him: Nothing is perfect
Her: Well, we should be
Him: Huh, what do you mean we?
It's not about the salad she sighs with a depth that floats under my feet
The ground is uneasy
Her: I was just really excited for tonight and it didn't go the way I wanted it to
Him: Well, the nights not over yet
Her: It was over before we left the house because I messed up my makeup, I couldn’t find the blouse I wanted to wear, my hair was being my hair and wouldn’t do what I wanted, these heels are hurting my feet
I was exhausted before we had a chance to relax
Him: I'm sorry how can I help, you want me to make you a salad when we get home, I chuckle
Her: It's not about the salad, ugh
I wish you were a little more compassionate to my emotions
Help me get through the day by wrapping your arms around me and tell me it's ok
Wipe my fiery tears away with your fire hydrant kisses
Hold my hand and hold me tighter
Him: Where is this coming from, I feel like I do all those things
Her: I want you to do it more, you should be able to match my mood swings
Him: Ok I said with hesitation creeping up the neck
Your glare has its hands around my neck
I can't breathe but you keep talking out the side of your neck
Too worried about the salad to see our full course meal
p.s. close mouths don't get fed, or so they say...
Four and five decades ago a washerman
lived in my village named Fanne
handsome, amazing and funny.
Month of Falgun, month of joy
got more fun when Fanne put on
fancy costume to make life on.
Who can dare to say illiterate
When my hero walked straight
customer robes add his grace.
New passenger train always attract
The poor who never took a seat in bus
My ticketless hero started trip to go on.
What a trick! he used to get birth
English paper under black goggles
The poor left seat to his Honours.
Making curls of smoke proudly
Poor fellow passengers were
trying to give comfort hurriedly.
Pleasant journey came to an end
When he reached at platform
without ticket turned puzzled form.
Everyone was in line with ticket
to exit the platform But regret
Only my Fanne without ticket.
Standing T.C. seemed devil
Golden gate of heaven to
stop ticketless devil go into.
Almost all lights of life
were ready to turn off
But old ticket came as hope.
Fanne took it up as a chance
Hurriedly measured washroom distance
Where it got bath in man's pee.
Pinned it in long stick of broom
showering drops very funny,
So he held high it away from body.
Where is the ticket? asked T.C.
But brave looked him without words
like charming gentleman of world.
What the hell ! what the hell!
sounded hard again and again
like the horn of the train.
Accidently it dropped in my pee
As a gentleman I can't touch it
But you can enquire if you pleased.
(Imagine you r ticket checker in train
And decide he may go or stay at platform , if you read it than
Reply is must.)
*Image of Eventful 2023 by NBHA.
Parodical Resolutions 2023
Conceding the current aspects of conformity, I have constructed a perspective of 2023 resolutions in a parody.
I will turn off the light so that I can see in the dark better,
I will heed my Yoga instructor's advice, "Do what you can do," and then I'll leave,
I will tell my fiancee who wanted our wedding to be in white...to pray for snow,
I will always agree with others, that way we'll both be wrong,
I will tell my mother-in-law, not to tell me how to raise my kids, since she didn't do a good job either,
I will start smoking cigarettes again so I can quit the habit of chewing gum,
I will go back to drinking alcohol so I can finally drive on the street instead,
I will obey all traffic laws whenever the police are nearby,
I will see the psychiatrist every day before I go to work...as we wave goodbye from across our neighbor's yard,
I will be a good Christian and attend every Sunday service at the Synagogue,
I will tell my wife that she looks very pretty before I put on my eyeglasses,
I will tell my kids to do their homework and be smart like me, but first, they must beat me in video games,
I will say out loud, "I'll always be true and faithful!", but this time without laughing,
I will be going out on blind dates, hoping that they won't hit me with their cane,
I will always remember the three important things in life...okay make it four,
I will join a bridge club because my wife said that I'm a loser...I leap off next Thursday,
I will choose between World Peace and a billion dollars--the color of my new Lamborghini,
I will always tell the truth whenever it's convenient,
In conclusion,
I will enjoy 2023.
2023 January 01
We listen to the news and live in fear,
of death, of lies, and of terrible things;
each day the media brings us a tear,
until we wish and pray for heaven's wings.
We feel trapped in an existence of fear,
wrapped in a chain that is growing each day;
the future of this world realm is not clear,
the world leaders seem to only betray.
All humanity lives with daily fear,
brainwashing that kills the spirit and soul;
so, turn off the source and words cavalier,
and gain back what the media has stole.
Bring sweet serene tranquility to dwell;
and shine in God's light and darkness dispel.
_________________________
January 17, 2023
Poetry/Sonnet/Chain of Fear
Copyright Protected, ID 01-1518-369-17
All Rights Reserved, 2023, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Fear Is Liar
sponsor, Sotto Poet, Judged 01/23/2023
First Place