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they are most likely to exploit
they are most likely to cause tensions
they speak ill of him
they wish not to be happy
that they continue to divide their loyalties
against him.
then those they wishes he'd favor
would be his enemy to undermine his
love aspirations
they applaud their successes so that
he will be unraveled and
less likely to see reason to
love again
his tomorrow's are the subjects
of their togetherness
that they see profit in keeping him single
they create complications with barriers
they refuse to see that his happiness is the key to
his ambition
even him calm is words to speak
that they act like witches
and are sorceresses who are mean
and unkind
rank him low
and his mind will be less likely to seek relationships
and he will not aspire above his rank as person
kind the smiles of witches
the frown of men do tell
his anger and frustration
speaks of his eagerness
to a world were woman hast
madest unkind
they value his wealth with his work-keyness
that the sources of his labors
are cashed to spend
they refuse to see that other are watching them
and the trapps and plans they make
will be turn straight back at them
"Have faith and not fear
I love you my dear."
How can a woman
Such as myself
Resist these words
And not fall herself?
I am wary for a reason
For life has been unkind
Love has been shaken
And I have been blind.
I feel that I am unworthy
And that I am forever
Meant to be alone
That this I must endeavor.
You see me as strong
And sometimes outspoken
Yet I am still fragile
And a part of me is broken.
I want to love again
And to feel the sun
Yet I feel I can't
For I am not the one.
The one who is happy
The one who is glad
For right now I am
The one that is so sad.
I must admit though
Your persistance is
Finally getting through
All of my emotional fizz.
I see the light is near
That I may finally be
Happy for once and
That someone loves me.
Please be patient
For sometimes I slip
Stay with me though
And my mood shall flip.
"Have faith and not fear
I love you my dear."
Form:
I seldom look in
the mirror anymore,
my razor-blade with an
edge of jagged rust –
gave up “Creature features”
with my early need to scare
a girl into my arms at the theater
a shower a day takes care of
most else – but when hairs, none
left on the head, become the
household's main blight, an old
barber's scissor in my wife's
scepter-ed hand, make my beard
a bit less~ the unkempt sight.
The best of me has long been
my dabbling in art and altruism;
Ila and I, two of a kind in these
respects – likeness ending there
for she has always been the Fashion
Plate, while unkind neighbors
have often whispered, why on earth
did she choose such a common
looking mate?!
Poetry is a religion I think,
priest and priestess of words:
like the tunnels of worms and
the wings of birds our spans
high and low, depending on
the inspiration, composing both
gems and turds.
Though my body has
slowed – the downward inclining
normal senior trend – my spirit
seems yet, most times, to be rising,
though audibly creaking its upward
arching positive bend; myself long of the
opinion that the sun is a bit more concentrated
when in an old poet's/poetess's experienced
capable hands, expressed in his/hers well seasoned
perhaps overly cured, highly distilled flatulent
eyes, with just minor joint-less joint-sighs,
I dutifully pen heartfelt lights –
writing new, lustrous dawns over all
my frequented restroom, therefore only
somewhat restful golden nights
I am crushing on you !
Impossible to ignore
your firm personality alluring attracting me.
I am crushing on you Dear!
I am almost certain, you won’t hear
throbbing beats of my wobbling heart,
but I can’t restrain myself being tempted
finding immense wealth in your mind.
As love is blind, even if you be unkind
I am crushing on you, Dear!
I am swimming and sinking in dulcet dream.
Emotive urge surging, bubbling blood flooding,
passion piercing pricking, ardent ardor whirling,
I am spinning on axis of non -response,
swinging on pivot of confusion.
I am crushing on you, Dear!
though your inertness is almost clear!
'Almost' means ninety-five percent,
as such five percent faint hope is still left.
Can't explain 'how?' or why?'
But 'Perhaps' may justify!
Dream pulls me to soar high.
Reality pushes to drown touching abyss
causing five percent hope to disappear!
Yet, I am crushing on you Dear!
When I was first around her I showed her true care
if you're scared to speak look at me I'm there
when you're outnumbered back you up we'll pair
I'll protect you from harm anytime anywhere
when she was beaten down feeling mentally bruised
sat alone on the wall down the end confused
I wandered over try and pick up her mood
times she was happy she’d raise the roof
I sat there with her awhile she let out her mind
said she felt at her lowest after treated unkind
so I told her honestly what I thought to be kind
said you're a diamond rare personality to find
but her bloke had anger she was never spared
thought this unfair let her know someone cared
talking alone grew trust respect and we shared
I'd always protect her when she felt scared
walked her around when she got her first takeaway
it was never a problem to go out my way
it was so sweet how she was nervous on the way
let her know I'll take lead if not sure what to say
We were only ever friends, best, like brother and sister
she's not in my life now it's sad and I've missed her
true care creates love I don't need to be her mister
once something so great now a mental blister
no one else cared for me but she always seemed too
lost my job as friends true colours shone through
showed how you’re treated when they care for you
was my best friend once but now thinks I'm delude
I'm writing this to deal with the fact I don't see you
I wish you all the best may blessings be with you
wonder if you think of me doubting you do
I wish you were here I will always miss you
Jaded.
Cascaded.
Faded.
I retaliated.
Alienated.
Isolated.
I changed it.
Reframed it.
Battered it into submission.
The abyss that ignored my name—
That stagnant stage that stayed the same—
I busted it up.
Tore it apart.
With teeth, with nails, with rage.
My bitterness, boxed in a cage.
I am a woman scorned.
Properly, pointedly warned
About playing nice with unkind boys—
I did it anyway.
I’ll do it again.
Unless stopped by a trainwreck
In a leather coat, pockets packed
With heavy flicker hymns and haunted facts.
Healing stab wounds with bare hands,
Pressed to my bruised and cracked chest,
Leaking regret.
A man by any other name
Still reeks of old spice and shame.
I only need a joy ride
Into the dreamscape’s drifting tide,
Where trees bend low to bow and breathe,
Their musk and pine a whispered wreath
Inviting me into the realm
Of lust, desire, and fire-fed calm.
Branches brush my aching skin—
A welcome wrapped in woodland hymn.
I am not that complicated.
Though my pain, layered and laminated
Like geological canyons carved in stone,
Matches my internal rue—
A structure built to stand alone.
I can grow a man roses from rubble.
Just give me rosaries, rubies, and rubels.
I admit my earthly needs.
I am an investment, not a scheme.
I saw a world I hated.
I sublimated.
Evaporated.
Changed my state of being—
From rigid to roaming, mist into meaning.
Cold datapoints and sterile streams
Reformed into wisdom, stitched into dreams.
He tried to hold me subdued.
Silenced my dreams with histrionic moods.
Overwhelmed my senses,
With intentions sharp and sentences crude.
I was a prisoner of shame.
And there I remained
For a near decade.
I broke the chains.
Escaped the plush, performative pain
Of pseudo-companionship’s velvet cage.
Now I’m agitated and raw—
Midway through my emotional overhaul
As I transform from meek to sleek,
From silence to sovereign speech.
I will not take silence as an answer.
I will shake loose your response.
You cannot ignore me in oblivion.
I am here to stay.
You have the option:
To be a benefactor
Or de facto arch enemy—I know.
I am aware of where I stand,
And what I wield in my streamlined hands.
I am not simply a pretty creature.
I am not solely for looking.
I want touch—not merely tender,
But true.
Is that you?
Soul of one's life, does it live to exist
Perhaps emotional wreck of many desires breath
Love, hate, judgement to feel as if thought
Undying voice controlling journey of life
You can not kill for its idealistic
Realities truth to honesty in a race
Can not hide, darkness depths can't contain
Even the unkind feel it eating for something
True, one does have heart behind deadly eyes
What is it we look for in life fulfillment
Except that in everything love be found
Is what breathe a heart felt momentarily vison of what could be
Where soul is not but just molecule times passing
Dying away in mist glaze of comet's tail
Why is it we thrive on deaths door
A broken heart aches, unwanted edge to fall
To bury its pain, search of its touch
Why does it hurt so deeply felt, wanting
Even not to love, anguish breaks my being
The scent, unnoticed call to an attraction
Body race in enthusiastic rage of impulse
Salt droplets of love's passion beading the skin
Love, many levels we can experience
Even fall out of love we have lasting bond
I know you feel me, I love you also
Love's beating, takes a licking and never sleeps
Tic, tic, love; emotional or nature of our being
Oh, I have plenty of time darling
I just have no time left for you,
I don’t care what you are doing,
Have done or are going to do.
I don’t see you as a husband now
Heck, I don’t even see you as a friend,
Just so you are sure- it’s because of you
We have reached this bitter end.
They say absence makes the heart grow fonder
But you were absent with your heart and mind,
I tried so hard and for so long to keep us going
-Part of me dying each time you were so unkind.
Every single night I spent crying
Waking every day feeling further away,
Praying the distance was a nightmare
But reality would hit with the things you would say.
I would have done anything to save us
But you wouldn’t give me ten minutes of your time ,
Yet , it’s me who feels this loss
With the deepest , darkest sadness down inside.
But now I feel angry and betrayed
Tears are something I no longer have left,
I feel alone, belittled, damaged
And emotionally bereft.
So, I now withdraw the offer
Of always being there,
Of wanting to be with you
Sharing love, hope and care.
I’ll no longer be there waiting
Hoping you will choose me too,
It’s hard enough for me to admit it
And it’s something you just weren’t strong enough to do…..
“A New Now”
A new Now is my desire.
A good Now would suit me fine
For this Now is not the Now I need.
Now let me be brief.
I’ll say it Now.
Mind your manners---
Or I’ll be gone.
The Now that’s Now
Isn't the Now I crave,
For this Now is ugly and unkind,
Full of hate, anger, and fear.
What I desire is a more quiet Now,
Full of love, peace, and harmony.
The kind our mothers spoke of
When we were young.
The Now, when mothers held us close,
Whispered sweetly in our ears,
Wrapped us up in linens,
And fed us from their breasts.
A Now that cares,
One that loves,
One that gives,
One that’s kind.
That Now would suit me fine.
When this Now is over
May its day be gone forever
Buried alive in the dustbowl of time
Now, allow me to be frank,
Banish this Now, Now!
No need to contemplate
A better Now awaits,
Much better than this cursed Now.
Rise up, Rise up, without delay.
A new dawn waits.
4/2/2026 My word for today
Talking. Talking. Talking. At first it is fun, maybe even entertaining.
You are not sure exactly sure when it turns, but it does.
Suddenly the monopolizer’s ramblings no longer seem charming.
Patience worn thin, you try a few times to interject a word.
There is no pause, no break. Constant talking. Inane talking. Nonsense talking.
You try blatant rudeness. Still no pause.
Suddenly you are annoyed, irritated, angry.
It is the same feeling you get as when you put your turn signal on and watch
Incredulously as six cars and a truck speed up, so you miss your turn off the freeway.
Rudeness personified. Self-centeredness to the inth degree. Magnificently selfish.
I walk away as she obtusely, self-absorbed, is still talking, talking, talking.
She yells after me in a way that indicates that I am the rude one.
I wave, resolving to forevermore avoid this non-listener
like the plaque that she is.