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She cries,
there in the car next to me,
moved so by how big the world is,
how unimaginable others’ trials and tribulations are,
how disconnected we all are.
She remembers where she was;
I do too.
We talk about how people suffer,
how we all have this suffering,
how to turn this suffering into universal love,
like a lotus flower blooming out of the mud.
She cries,
there in the chair next to me,
moved so by the effect of illness,
the uselessness felt when faced with such,
the unanswerable unmentionables.
She remembers when she heard;
I do too.
We talk about how to handle the questions,
how to handle the feelings,
how to handle the questions and feelings of others,
debating the priorities and quandaries in such a sinkhole of a situation.
She cries,
there on the stool in front of me,
moved so by the enormity of pending death,
how we can lose love so quickly,
the way those who leave pile up so quickly.
She remembers the list;
I do too.
We talk about how to sing that song,
how to wear that color,
how to deal with anything but what’s inside,
clawing its way out through her tear ducts and up her closing throat.
She cries,
here in the body I wear,
moved so by how many people can cry,
how they can cry and not feel each other’s tears,
how I feel as I finally wake to the sounds of their sobs.
They feel their own pain;
I do too.
I talk about how we all lose those we love,
how we would all like to hold on but know we can’t,
how the world is losing itself,
right as we speak.
And we all live together,
we all love together,
we all lose together.
We all cry
together.
I searched the store with glee;
Going on a shopping spree
To find a gift for you from me
To place beneath the Christmas tree
The busy shoppers I did pass;
What should I get? I had to ask
So many things for me to buy
In frustration I gave a sigh
Should it be practical or should it be fun?
Should it be pretty; will I ever get done?
I racked my brain; thought…this is hard!
Maybe I should just get a gift card
I searched and searched
and searched some more
Almost walked right out the door
I couldn’t make up my mind you see
A tough decision it would be
Should I buy for a girl or a boy
Maybe I could tuck it inside a toy
No, that’s not right, but then I thought
Something for both; that’s what I’d do
I’d pick out something good for two
And so I thought two gifts instead of one
Boy this is going to be fun
I’d made the plan, the plan was done
His and Hers is what it would be
Christmas unmentionables under the tree
Oh how funny it would be
But what size to buy
I hadn’t a clue
Oh no; this just would not do
I had to go; my time was gone
This was taking way too long
So I decided once and for all
To save myself a trip to the mall
Hope I’ve sparked your curiosity
Dr. Seuss would be proud of me
For wrapped within this gift of mine
A poem for you at Christmas-time
Holds a clue; what will it be?
Open it up and you will see
In this time of hard knocks
The perfect gift a box of socks
If she only knew what she could do?
We all see the problems that have blemished our door
Missed holiday dinners where she left an empty plate
Promises that were never kept
Most of us would never dare to speak of it away from the family
But I must dare to speak of her it hurts my heart so
She left on a trip to nowhere and didn’t look back
Sure she thinks we are stupid blind at that
All her lies and phony tales trying to hide the unbalanced scales
Her dreams failed to see her through so the pills just grew
They grew a place to hide away from us
They grew a place to settle at best
But now they’ve taken over her life
She fights with everyone she once cherished and enjoyed
She has grown to be more and more demented
And the constant need for drama and disorder
The younger members in the family don’t ask for her anymore
She just drops off presents when she feels like it at our doors
No warm family interaction it’s just too hard for her to do
Why she needs to save her energy for her family in a bottle that just grew
She’s always conniving and planning to take something for free
While she settles for less and goes on a taking spree
If she only knew what she could do with a prayer from God?
Her addiction would break through
And we’d be a family not split, and not so captive and blue
Written for the Unmentionables contest by Debbie Guzzi
(This poem was about my sister’s addiction to pills!)
Do you ever feel like you are losing your mind,
Stand up and speak ~ would you feel so inclined.
Enter a room and ask yourself why you are there,
Re-tracing every step, trying to become aware.
Or telling a great story then you get halfway,
You think, now what exactly was I going to say.
Drive to the grocery store to buy a thing or two,
Once home you find you forgot the main item, stew.
You meet a friend in the store, you know her face,
What’s her name ~ you feel like such a disgrace.
You plan a dinner for friends that cannot be missed,
But you have to write all the menu details on a list.
Ask your husband a question and he answers no,
Now did he say yes or no, I forget, ~ oh say it isn’t so.
Friends reassuringly say its your age, it’s just stress,
I worry for my family, terrified for myself, I must confess.
My Mom died of Alzheimer's, a disease of the mind
The loss of mental function and quality of life is unkind
There’s nothing that can be done, so I sit and wait
To see if I will end up like my mother, a terrible fate.
*The most common cause of dementia is Alzheimer Disease. It estimated there are 35.6 million people with dementia worldwide. The economic cost is $604 billion (US dollars) in 2010. * Reference: World Alzheimer Report 2010. Alzheimer Disease International.
Written by Lee Ramage
September 13, 2011
For Debbie Guzzi’s Contest
“Unmentionables”
Won 7th place
With the onset of years
erstwhile crazy ideas
abandoned with caution and dread
now crowd my mind
no peace I will find
till my conscience lies neatly in shreds
Conscience, out the way
there's hell to pay
for too long I've toed the line
Ms Goody Two-Shoes
who never once boozed
longs to taste the fruit of the vine
Since exiting the womb
no breathing room
another's cousin, sister or daughter
later in life
mother and wife
now breaking free to taste the sweet water
Once meek and restrained
willingly chained
missed out on the pleasures of life
no fun to be had
not a chance at being bad
as a dutiful mother and wife
Inch by sure inch
my conscience I'll lynch
spread my wings which were hitherto clipped
down with taboos
I'll expose my tattoos
and enjoy my first skinny dip
I dream of a match
to telly dispatched
on the streak my clothes I'll abort
displaying my tattoos
and unmentionables too
and a full frontal view before caught
No doubt you'd agree
my earlier poetry
has a somewhat conservative ring
conscience, step aside
you've my freedom denied
readers, prepare for smut on a string
Though passionately aflame
this steri-clean dame
aims in the heart zone to practice due care
though my conscience'll be dead
of all life been bled
I'll draw the line at illicit affairs
No one in particular (in the wake of our dreams)
We don’t look like they do,
graphic replicas of a life in tatters,
drifting on lonesome clouds
Dove’s wing spread
capturing the wind,
waving goodbye to an existence
that dreams in black and white,
fashioning commercials
like chip and salsa dispensers
Camouflaged by sadness,
greens and browns woven in corduroy overalls
Contemplating the loss
before the beginning creates a title
and words have only meaning
for others who chose to read
and believe that each day
is a jewel in the crown of the month
Floating on seas of discontent
even though heart shaped sails
reflect on horizons
much closer than they appear
but still so far away
that silhouettes resemble unmentionables
as others keep a watchful eye
for anything that even seems
like a tide fueled rumor,
just because they can
Still, we don’t look like they do,
maybe because our visions come through
a brilliant sunrise and we realize
we do need somebody
and we won’t hesitate to cherish,
quietly of course,
those who come to touch us
in the wake of our dreams,
hiding in plain sight,
disguised as no one
in particular
Elixers, emulsions, powders and lotions,
spread on the counter like a fleet on an ocean.
It’s those bathroom battles that I still see,
ground that was lost, or a quiet victory.
A bloodless conflict, I must concede,
But battle lines drawn in a battle indeed.
We circle each other like birds of prey,
thinking of that explosive day
that we both know will come with a great thrill
when like raptors we swoop in for the kill.
For space to be had that doesn’t exist,
ironies aplenty, it’s life with a twist.
Irons and curlers and blow dryers too,
for goodness sake, what’s a man supposed to do?
At every visit I eyeball the hair
that grows by the day, stuck to the “Skin Care.”
Things wadded up in the waste basket,
oft overflowing like a yawning casket.
A place for dead things, unmentionables too,
then I think of my vows when I said “I love you”.
If a couple survives bathroom things,
chances are good they’ll keep wearing their rings.
But half of that space should be for the groom,
for heaven's sake, I too need room.
Form:
This world is rife with obstacles,
Objects that play with the innocence of young hearts,
Inexperienced hearts,
Hearts that by any other description would be called pure,
Untouched and innocent.
Oh how I wish the world would recognise
These toying unknowns for what they are.
If only to protect Loves children
From those who seek to to destroy their minds
And plunder their youth!
For these unmentionables are the cursed
Borne into our society via foul thoughts
And dark souls,
Souls who themselves are created via broken hearts and shattered dreams!
Decapitated lives!
And not by any vile being
Or seductive monster
But by the innocents themselves.
Innocents trying to guard other innocents,
Guard them from having from having broken hearts and shattered dreams.
Proof!
Proof that they too cannot be called innocent
For they are responsible for all hearts
That become the casualty of their protection!
So I ask, what is innocence
You lost your home, you can stay with me
It depends on your mood, sometimes you're a she and sometimes a he
Don't leave your unmentionables lying around
My sense of smell is like that of a Bloodhound
I must address this one thing
I noticed in my bath tub you left a dirt ring
Judging by the odor, I believe a dumpster was your last home
Here, take one of mine, it's obvious you don't own a comb
I will have to shorten your stay due to the smell
You say you bathe once every 10 days, I can surely tell
I thought when you finally bathed, there would be birds that sing
It all went south, when you left that filthy bath tub ring
Get out and don't come back, the odor is too much
You are not the one I would not call in the clutch
You are the definition of what trailer trash is
I gave you blunt hints, this is no quiz
You have nothing I want, there is no bling bling
The tub now has to be replaced, I can't remove the dirt ring
We move like we're navigating through cobweb strands
draped from corners where loneliness hangs
we bend like warm plastic, our bodies
conforming into just the right fit
the slightest move and I type
unmentionables...
floating between raindrops
and remain untouched.
I could be your Neo, and you, the program
I try to alter. Successfully failing
I see two or three sequels
trapped with you
unplugged and hooked to love
in a black widow affair
daring you, to meet me
up close and personal
Kiss chance
make my lips stick
Like the end of a silver spoon and live current
I long to be childish with you
So electric, our heat cools fire.
Amplified high like a tired butterfly.
Tonight, I want to be mesmerized
with cannibalistic dine-ability.
I title this: Devour
as I struggle to break free
caught in your silk laden kisses
taking what you need from me