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Now We Stand And Sulk
We were the two
standoffish
in a small pond.
One day,
how I wished
we got carried away,
to a rubbing
of our fins and bellies,
so fond.
Life would have smiled on good fate,
a favorable life,
how my eyes belay.
Instead gloom frowned on and on,
off and off,
over and over.
At worst it brought me to her,
lost and lost.
When we did get carried away,
on a magic carpet,
to aquarium land,
our tails touched briefly
to her indifference.
Bubbles shot to the surface,
hers,
big round ones,
made just for me.
I looked at her puffing lips,
bad,
"I hate you."
I look back,
my puffing lips,
bubbling,
to no effect,
"asking why."
She raced away.
See I told you.
Our life now a crayon box
of pebbles, plastic seaweed,
my votive candles,
and unanswered prayers,
inside a glass box,
us,
swimming inharmonious.
Yet we're petted,
externally,
and not internally
to the puzzlement
of onlookers and me.
Each day passing by,
the two standoffish,
each immune,
to sitting together.
connie pachecho
2/16/18
She sits in the silence
of the long and lonely quiet of afternoon
thinking the sunlight
once gave light to the warm spring moon
but the evening yields shadows
of cold, dark memories gone by
and the lingering illusions
quickly blind the September skies.
Would that the world
could see her in springtime
when lovers and dreamers
still warmed the heart’s fire with wine
once enraptured by blossoms of Eastertide.
Now alone, she frowns at the emptiness
that life leaves a loneliness scheme
while drawn deep in her heart
the illusion of youth still remains
as the eyes and the body
tremble with unanswered questions like wind and rain.
Caught in the whirlwind
of continual change and peaceful unrest
she ponders with fear
of completing and failing life’s tests.
Would that she could break free
and cling solely to life for a short time more
but for now
she sits in the hush waiting, waiting…
Rewrite from 1978 for a neighbor
A single kiss
Can change your life forever
Or leave you barren
With a hundred unanswered questions.
Your first kiss
Was a shameless swindler
A brash and brazen thief of the night
Stealing my breath, heart, expectations ...
My proud and precious walls
Utterly obliterated
In the instant of an instant
By the simple, tender application
Of your candied lips
To mine.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "October No. 2 2018 Any Form Or None" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.
ADVANCE OR GO HOME
Stay fit through the tough and rough
Flee to make out for better stuff
LIVE OR DIE
Make marks of honour in history
Never mind if no points stain your mystery
HELL OR ROME
Managing laughter a force face
Presenting visitors with no beast trace
ROPE OR TIE
Frustration gearing a wish for suicide
Lie down a dream of infant to avoid homicide
ADVANCE OR GO HOME
LIVE OR DIE
HELL OR ROME
ROPE OR TIE
KISS OR SIGH
Pretence is the genesis of earthly love
Suspicion is the revelation of earthly above
OR FINGER
Sex is no play to some
You finger(play) it; no peaceful home
CHILL OR CRY
While toughness hang
Her stillness is outside a cruel tongue
HEAT OR LINGER
Chooses to remain yet faithful
No storm but still being artful
KISS OR SIGH
OR FINGER
CHILL OR CRY
HEAT OR LINGER
SETTLE OR FLOAT
Got a pride in marriage
Yet always gallant to disparage
READY OR FLIRT
Commitment lacking in heart
Lagging so deceitful in mind's desire a hit
TAKE OR GIVE
Ready to take chief; her ultimate
Insisted you leave not; divorce she hate
MAKE OR LEAVE
She jugs like staging her stay
If so relax, black hair will color grey
SETTLE OR FLOAT
READY OR FLIRT
TAKE OR GIVE
MAKE OR LEAVE
SCAM OR SCOPE
Roam like a caring wife
Foam as a freeman scouting knife
BREAD OR RICE
Lives locally
Always admire living nationally
PATIENCE OR ELOPE
You see poise in your spouse
Ready to say goodbye to your house
SELFISHNESS OR SACRIFICE
Regret is a treat so threaten
Requiring improvement so lengthen
SCAM OR SCOPE
BREAD OR RICE
PATIENCE OR ELOPE
SELFISHNESS OR SACRIFICE
BACHELOR OR MINSTER
A new young good man
Respect for the church oath counted fun
POVERTY OR LIBERTY
A rough start and desirable end
A good morning and an awful night's trend
SUPPORTER OR FIGHTER
What's important to do in pair
Two working singly out flair
PROPERTY OR ENTIRETY
Aiming at inheritance off permission
Freedom okay for both ambition
BACHELOR OR MINSTER
POVERTY OR LIBERTY
SUPPORTER OR FIGHTER
PROPERTY OR ENTIRETY
Unanswered rhetorical silly questions
Seek and confirm
While you wish for actions
Has it happens at home; it do happen also in political realm
Dim light
sun rays reflecting
through the window glass
casting shadowy images dancing along the walls,
early morning residue of the night
where hopes and dreams survive
immovable from mind and heart
eluding the memories of the soul;
kindred spirits reawakened
cluttering up the memory
held snug, safe within each memento
those I gave you, the ones you gave to me;
angels chanting
of Christmases, birthdays out of time
cascading flowers fallen petals, dried
pressed within a card, a book, a bible;
secured in this sanctuary
of silenced hymns and unanswered prayers
grateful for what was, what is
between two friends, companions, lovers in the night;
Extrapolate what you may imagine
conjure up
your pseudo images
to all that was and could have been,
here
kept safe, protected,
sheltered forever
in the memory room.
Laying in bed between crisp white sheets,
I hear the yelping of Mr. Martinez dog,
while the crickets croon to the night.
A frog's ardent love call remains unanswered,
as my husband's restless snores beg for oxygen.
Furtive moonbeams creep between
venetian blinds while a lonely nervous
intrepid breeze found the open window and
entered carefully, entreating me to sleep.
Feeling it's narcotic effect, I close my eyes.
I will again engage in infidelity with my
veiled lover who is aware of my covert desires
which only he can gratify. Lying prone I wait for
my dream to take me where my husband
never could.
#Snippets,Tidbits, and Pieces minus Peace...
Flecks and Specks sprawled evenly and eventually...leaving no room for possibilities and puzzle pieces scattered haphazardly; no room for building inevitably, it's a choice, depending on a conclusive voice and it would be made known a Full understanding, of shards of discards desired to be left outstanding; BOULDERS BOLD OF TRUTH in this bit, built branding...No Tresspass* on this "BUILT TO LAST" Landing; Gated and Guarded Mentally; Let's Zoom In More...
Fragments Form Finalization For Formation
*ALL* Information Is Not Usually Deemed Necessary...On the Contrary, it Depends On *WHO* You're Talking To...Such a BROAD View Skewed and Selectively the "fine print" goes unnoticed, unobtained and UNANSWERED
In conclusion, there's no illusion on this microscopic topic and poem; just like a house is not a home that always encourages understanding beneath it's dome... pebbles and fragments forms a foundation that stands alone; peace is not a negotiation, when missing pieces has no consideration and that's what happens when snippets and tidbits holds it's own...WHOLE OUTCOMES determine those snips* of seedings that's been sewn.
©Renee Denise Gross 12/9/2017#
I thought silence was gone forever for me;
I can't even listen to crickets outside my home
without that ringing that fills my ears
whenever quiet is all that surrounds.
Then you began to steal away your time;
your calls, your voice, your sweet face
looking into mine with those eyes that kill,
and now I remember what silence really means.
I don't understand what you're thinking;
I might if you'd only tell me,
only decide I was worth but a few hours,
only keep our promise to each other to try.
We said we deserved each other, a bit ago;
the angry part of me now says we were wrong,
that you don't deserve me if you never reply,
and I deserve better than just a ringing phone.
I then recall things about you and breathe;
an image of you looking deep into me,
your voice saying things I'd never heard,
the feel of your lips against mine.
I want to tell you all this, to hear you;
to grasp where such a connection as ours
could have gone awry in so short a time,
but it takes two to talk.
All I really want;
to say, to ask, to know,
is -
why.
Thick humidity of memories clog a small girls heart
That pitter-patter like soft, insignificant rain
Such a lonely life was just an urban myth
But I knew the truth of it all
Soaked to the bone, or rather the soul, I took a troubled breath
And I spoke my deep blue feelings to a stagnant sea
The shivered incoherence of my desperate pleas
Went, in tortured time, unanswered
17, forcing out a pained smile
Feigned and faded, frustrated and fated
Destiny leaped and hollered at a touch of weakness
Scribing plans in stone that scare me more than anything
Years went blurry and disoriented, surviving on withering hope
Yet eventually my feet moved slowly, again and again and again
23, I speak my light blue feelings to tricking streams
23 and my god I hope, I know, forever and ever on
Jolted out of my sleep state,
I'm weary-eyed --- it’s 4 am.
It takes a minute to clear the haze
as I wake to the scent of distant fires.
Recalling the news of yesterday,
slowly reality begins to set in:
we’re not in danger here, but virgin
forests to the north are being decimated.
What of the wildlife? What of the secluded dwellings?
What of the fear and drama now filtering through the air?
A thick smog reeks of many fires, furiously gaining,
ransacking everything within their path.
As the tragedy strikes just within reach,
my heart melts with compassion.
Yet I close all windows tightly,
knowing there’s not a thing I can do.
They need a downpour desperately
– if only tears and prayers could help.
But our pleas go unanswered;
only heavy rains can save what’s left.
AP: 2nd place 2023