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ANGER MANAGEMENT
I must clean my bare-naked window,
For my eyes have seen a nasty affair.
Surely Monica can't be that bimbo!
I wipe my eyes, can't hardly stare...
My boss thinks i'm calm, anger free.
I shuffle him through my new place.
Up here the air's so clear... but what do i see?!
I rub my eyes - once, twice. No not her face!
"What! Get off my sister!", in haste I scream.
Is that my best friend? Can it be?!
I must wake up from this nasty dream!
My eyes...my eyes...with rage...i can't see.
My boss on edge of window cliff,
He visualizes a raving lunatic.
His face freezes, he looks mighty stiff.
He thinks i'm lovestruck or mighty sick.
In the end it all turns out fine, except for
Me, for i'm back in the anger management registry.
But my best friend and sis love each other forevermore.
We all hug... i'm fine knowing they have chemistry.
Kim Rodrigues © 2017
Point of view, Ross, on the tv show Friends
He is listening to Mozart with his feet up,
too mature to get into all the drama anyhow.
There are fluffy marshmallows in his cocoa cup.
their work has been done for a fortnight now.
Mrs. Claus comes in and asks "Do you know where....?"
and he replies, "I do not know, and I do not care."
His great-great-great-great-great-great grandson as boss was no whim.
He trusts him completely as his great great great greats trusted him.
He gets up to get the Chex Mix and asks his wife if she wants some and of course it is his specialty, and so she does.
He smiles at the memories of things that he remembers, that always started out with the best book and the word 'Twas".
They hear the current Santa yelling out orders, and Santa smiles,
relieved all of his stress is long gone from his body, and his soul.
He had his days and they were marvelous, but now it is someone else's turn to represent the goodness of the North Pole.
His eyes close, and he visualizes all the fun he had.
Glad he can still remember.
Also glad he took yoga, ice fishing, tobogganing, pilates, zumba, and meditation in the month of November.
Because frankly up until a week ago he was not letting all this frantic and frolic go easily.
Convinced that all of the world childrens' happiness is entirely "up to me!"
three incisor teeth burst through fresh flesh...
opaque as pearls, strong as love, precious
beautiful baby babbles assertively
mesmerized by mishmash sounds
that her astounding mouth can make
prose poetry in its practice
as canines erupt, she moans from the ache
teeter-tottering restless to repress pain
speedily advancing in substantial strength
distracted by oblivious destructiveness
a significant stepping stone approaches
as a capable kindergarten adult
she wiggles loose her first baby tooth
receives a rich reward from a fantasy fairy
more teeth disappear like pressed piano keys
then return acutely out of tune
braces displace awkward half grins
an investment of finances and adolescence
unstoppable with seducing sweets
she sneaks cuddly candy under covers
falling asleep with sugar plum dreams
not counting a few costly cavities
free-spirited, experimental teen
meets Christina on the street
samples compelling quartz crystal
returns for seconds, as someone else disguised
mesmerized by mishmash sounds
that her astounding mouth can make
speedily advancing in substantial strength
she lucently levitates to a loftier place
a magnificent mind babbles assertively
sweeping the streets of pixie dust
no need to eat or sleep
like a firefly in heat, she dances frantically
teeter-tottering restless to repress pain
distracted by oblivious destructiveness
she visualizes voices that vivify the way
to the day's salacious survival guide
prismic vision's shimmers no longer satisfy
cotton candy granules' sweetness subsides
coming down from kaleidoscopic clouds
half-awake, she moans from the ache
shrill shrieks portray poetry's unspoken pain
death's drab projection is her heartless reflection
hocking heirlooms to trade for a transient thrill
a despondent inhabitant of tragedy
creepy crawlers invade every inch of skin
her thin figure balances a skull's shadow
irretrievable, ill-treated teeth crumble
like the city's plundered storefront windows
filthy, for granted, forlorn, fast-fading
...three feeble canine teeth remain
10-8-2023
Two skinny legs dangle from hand-me-down frocks.
Elastic bands holding up her socks.
Scuffed shoes upon her feet, so small they barely fit.
Water leaks through the crack where the sole had split.
Her wheat coloured hair is pulled away from her face.
Tied back in a pony tail with a crimson lace.
Blush full lips hide a row of crooked teeth.
They are always on show when she opens her mouth to speak.
Dancing in front of the mirror, singing out loud.
She visualizes herself performing in front of a cheering crowd.
She imagined herself beautiful, her face on every magazine.
Adored by millions as they watch her perform on the screen.
Believing in her dreams, she knew she would go far.
How determined she was to become a star.
Living out her fantasy, living out her dreams.
Is her world a better place now, things are not what they seem.
Now sitting on a flight from Paris to Milan, dressed in chiffon with a beautiful tan. Immaculate makeup graces her face. Smart and elegant, not a hair out of place. The flight attendant fusses around her as she flies first class.
Always on hand with champagne to fill her glass. Men flock round her like moths to a flame. They don’t really see her, they just want the fame.
She pushes her way through the crowd, a sea of faces calling her name.
Her freedom she has sacrificed, for the price of fame.
Money cars and diamond rings she understands now, they are just things.
Living out her fantasy, living out her dreams.
Is her world a better place now? Things are not what they seem
She realizes as a child she was rich all along, singing into the mirror to her favourite song. A home filled with love is riches beyond compare, familiar voices of laughter filling the air.
Living out her fantasy, living out her dreams.
Is her world a better place now? Things are not what they seem.
Living in her past is her only escape.
The fame machine has taken over and sealed her fate.
Never underestimate this opponent,
While he's busy rolling up his sleeves.
Though he looks like he isn't focused,
Soon you'll be falling to your knees.
I've watched him from a vague distance,
He visualizes every single, lethal blow.
In his mind's eye he quietly meditates,
Carefully strategizing how this fight'll go.
Like a pot about to boil over,
The rage deep inside him slowly grows.
He witnessed so much through horrific scenes,
A well kept secret no outsider knows.
He constantly replays this life's traumatic moments,
Holding back the painfully silent tears.
He'll never open up, to publically display,
Haunting memories inflicted over the years.
Although his mind and views are tainted,
Because of the situations beyond his control.
The Boxer's indestructible spirit is mighty,
Protecting his heart and shielding his soul.
Ah... how envious, those young, restless, and fecund...
Lucky young guys and gals
admission courtesy yours
truly finds small (medium)
poetaster at large rubicund
perhaps anonymous reader
lollygagging (cyber space)
while away leisure stunned
boot why such shock despite
old & decrepit peppy gunned
no longer doth comb when
god ole temptation beckoned.
Peak procreative years (mine) 4 foo
fighting excellent seamen amidst goo
(albeit sticky) nevertheless, envious
(guess) no matter libido truly extinct
flagellum equipped motile squirming
microscopic male reproductive cell.
Yes... inexplicable to yours truly why
upon waning hours of April seventh I
a run of the Mill (on the Floss) mellow
solitary, ja Democratic trumpeting guy
(donned with predilection to reflect his
nonestablishmentarian 20/ 20 hindsight)
every now and again prompted well nigh
ruminate, notate, incorporate...by and by
to experience fatherhood at least once
again though not a parent I feel gun shy
especially mine eyes seen glory... when
these out of sight myopic left and right
brown (not tubby cornea er anything)
aye shudder to think "camera-type eye"
cannot envision day of reckoning when...
hate making (figurative) spectacle (wry
ming poems impossible mission without
ability to see, but near future visualizes
optimism exaltant mood blind as bat cry
tears of joy (re:) gaining ability to delight
to sit and/or stand watching fresh paint dry
favorite pastime as coronavirus also known
(COVID-19) nifty and groovy innocuous eh
handy handy acronym establishing quite dye
hoe mite reputation when good times run dry
whetting appetite of ginned up entrepreneurs
meanwhile mayhem across globe goes awry
as medical practitioners nsync with scientists
pool their knowledge amidst race against time
aware every bloody seconds spells do or die,
puzzlement prevails felled others squeak by
with razor thin prognostication, not succumb
make miraculous recovery in a blink on the fly
instantaneous become asymptomatic odds defy
punishing fate inducing atheists beckoning sky
beseeching cosmic force allowing, enabling,
+ providing free and easy breathing of alveoli.