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Cloistered within the restroom stall
eavesdropping on my peers
soft whispers echo off tiled walls
revealing secrets, hidden tears
Somehow this restroom has become
a sordid confessional booth
a place of refuge, safe for some
to air their inner truth
Co-workers cluster, confiding things
they wouldn't want the boss to know
nasty hangovers, weekend flings
soap-opera worthy woes
Some speak carefully, checking stalls
noting unfamiliar shoes
while others quickly unleash it all
like they have nothing to lose
“That ratfink took credit for all my work
but I'm gonna wait and be patient-
'cause I've got a plan to fix that jerk
next week while he's out on vacation!”
Young woman details a wicked trap
to catch her mortal foe...
while on the door, the impatient raps
of another who's “got to go”
Next there is an angry mother
scolding her wayward son
something or other (he did to his brother)
the fussing has just begun
“Listen Mister, I've had about all
I can take from you today
Oh, now you're sorry, no- don't you bawl!
I wasn't born yesterday!”
Then tripping in, catty office girls
meowling with purrs and sighs
pretend to freshen their faces and curls
while sniping and scratching out eyes
“...Lovely green sweater you're wearing, my dear-
wherever did you buy it?”
She means it looks quite awful on you
“Here, this smells good, you should try it!”
“Gangway girls- I'm comin' through!”
woman bellows, bursting through door
the others pause, and then continue
nonchalantly as before
Eventually they all trickle out
and two teenage girls traipse in
whispering about poor What's-Her-Face
and all the trouble she's in
“She's only twelve, and such a shame
tried to kill herself last week
they said she's crazy, that she's to blame
a loser, misfit, freak...”
“So they had her institutionalized
and she sits, spaced out, and stares
while they tell her the abuse was 'made-up lies'
and she knows that no one cares”
Sooner or later, there's silence
as the restroom door swings closed
then after a flush, a wash, a rinse
I get myself composed
Finally, I'm all alone here
in this magical, comforting place
voicing my own insecurities, fears
to my mirror-image face
The rotten apple in the cart,
And lowest of the low,
A waste of space, a waste of time,
And not a joy to know,
A heartless witch, a nasty troll,
A trouble-making shrew,
The creature from the Black Lagoon,
And pile of doggy do,
A hateful, wicked bag of slime,
A monster hated for all time.
The mould was broken at her birth,
This angel, dear and sweet,
This blossom, delicate and fair,
Refined from head to feet,
This paragon of virtue glows,
A pearl before the swine,
A perfect rose amongst the thorns,
Champagne compared with wine,
A treasure trove, a swan, a dove,
And saintly lady filled with love.
For Vie’s Let me have it, then kiss my petunia contest
WATCHING OVER THE WICKED AND THE GOOD
O wretched wicked man
You're hell bend on confidence
Spreading you sin filled distance
Trouble follows you grin
You laughing...
the eyes of the Lord are watching you
the eyes of God are everywhere
Keeping watch over the world
Watching over the wicked and the good
One hides behind walls and buildings
Sneaking around and sinning
Man can't see, but might I be
Also spreading sins like a demon
Spawn, wicked crafty
You can't hide from God..
the eyes of the Lord are watching you
the eyes of God are everywhere
Keeping watch over the world
Watching over the wicked and the good
the eyes of the Lord are watching you
the eyes of God are everywhere
Keeping watch over the world
Watching over the wicked and the good
inspired by Proverbs 15:3
In the garden where the shadows creep,
there blooms a rose where death runs deep.
Velvet petals, midnight black,
kiss its thorns—you won’t come back.
It lures you in, it pulls you close,
whispers secrets no one knows.
Dripping poison, scent so sweet,
once you touch it, you’re complete...
Black rose, black rose,
growing where the cold wind blows.
Beauty hiding blood and sin,
once you take it, you let it in.
Black rose, black rose,
death is tangled in its prose.
It marks your soul, it seals your fate,
love or curse--it’s much too late.
A lover’s gift, a final breath,
wrapped in lace, a kiss of death.
Dark enchantment, silken lies,
blooming deep behind your eyes.
It lures you in, it pulls you close,
whispers secrets no one knows.
Dripping poison, scent so sweet,
once you taste it, you’re complete...
Black rose, black rose,
growing where the cold wind blows.
Beauty hiding blood and sin,
once you take it, you let it in.
Black rose, black rose,
death is tangled in its prose.
It marks your soul, it seals your fate,
love or curse--it’s much too late.
The thorns have wrapped around your veins,
your heart now beats in wicked chains.
No way out, no last goodbyes,
you’re buried where the black rose lies...
Black rose… black rose…
No one leaves once the garden grows…
The Good Book tells us that God rested on The Seventh Day,
To unwind upon His Throne and His handiwork survey.
He foresaw the mess we mere mortals would make of things,
Abetted by all humankind to include politicians and ruling kings!
Right off the bat, Adam and Eve made a stupid mistake,
Eating forbidden fruit persuaded by that nefarious snake!
They let God down big time and I reckon them we can blame,
For wrecking His noble plans and creating eternal shame!
God must have pondered about the fate of His wondrous Creation.
He envisaged pain and suffering as nation warred against nation.
As He relaxed on That Day He foresaw evil and sinfulness,
Hunger, strife, mans' inhumanity to man and homelessness.
How He must have agonized That Day as He eyed His Universe,
Knowing He would have to cope with a people so wicked and perverse.
I suspect He would have preferred a day of rest like most of us men,
Savoring a pepperoni pizza and watching a football game on ESPN!
Entry for Curtis Moorman's "What Did God Do On The Seventh Day" Contest
We fear a three
Letter word...
GOD
A powerful king -
That even Heaven
Itself greets Him
By bowing down
In royal robes of
Pure white
As He walks among
Those who He Himself
Calls His angels of light
He gives them guidance
To go out into the world
Where the enemies traps
Await those who are unsaved
He sends his finest
Warriors to go and
Save those who
Has been mislead
By the enemies wicked
And evil ways of living
He then wraps them
In His love and show
Them the right way
Of how to live their
Lives...
Sinless
The unsaved
Become the saved
The weakened
Become the strong
And the lies...
The lies have been forgotten
The past has
Been written off
for the Lord Himself
Took the fall for their
Sins
The enemy is no
Match for this
King...
He too fears the
The one that
We call
GOD
Form:
Insecurities come and go…while the wicked wind do blow
I guess I had to let you know that I’m not the only one all aglow
Misunderstood in many ways, many ways
Wishing and praying for brighter days
I hear your footsteps upon the ground
Misunderstood, it’s doing me no good
I hear the echoes of your voice while I’m gravity-bound
In chains of where I stood long ago in the lonely neighborhood
Misunderstood in many, many ways
It’s one of those bizarre, crazy days
Understand that I’m in this neighborhood
To do you good…to do you good…are you okay like you should?
Misunderstood in many, many ways
It’s one of those bizarre days and it preys
Upon my mindset of doubt and faith once more
I still love you to the core, love you to the core
But you misunderstood me in many, many ways
Many, many ways…many, many ways
I hear your footsteps upon the ground
Misunderstood, it’s doing me no good
I hear the echoes of your voice while I’m gravity-bound
In chains of where I stood long ago in the lonely neighborhood
Misunderstood in many, many ways
It’s one of those bizarre, crazy days
Understand that I’m in this neighborhood
To do you good…to do you good…are you okay like you should?
Misunderstood in many, many ways
It’s one of those bizarre days and it preys
Upon me while I’m upset, praying for healing
Upon me while I’m in regret, below here kneeling
I’m praying for the pain to leave my side
Abide by my side and never subside, subside
I hear your footsteps upon the ground
Misunderstood, it’s doing me no good
I hear the echoes of your voice while I’m gravity-bound
In chains of where I stood long ago in the lonely neighborhood
Misunderstood in many, many ways
It’s one of those bizarre, crazy days
Understand that I’m in this neighborhood
To do you good…to do you good…are you okay like you should?
Misunderstood in many, many ways
It’s one of those bizarre days and it preys
Upon the sunrays of yesterday’s tomorrow
Upon the gay feeling of evaporating sorrow
It preys upon my distress and I want to let it all go
Wishing and praying for brighter days in greater ways long ago…
At last you've been laid to rest, twenty~twenty
A plague on mankind with tragedies aplenty
Since February, you've given up total control
abandoning us as a wicked germ took its toll
You'll be remembered as the horrendous year
that filled the world with grievances and fear
Many nations locked down in a strangle hold
Their leaders, blunderers; usless as fool's gold
Labeled covid a 'hoax' as it raged as systemic
and you, 2020, were accursed by a pandemic
But it was not the only flaw that branded you
Summer was tainted by men dressed in blue
Brother dueled against brother, black vs. white
Angry protesters ignited cities ablaze at night
"Black lives matter!" Too much police brutality
America became a war zone of hostile mentality
For months on your calendar, bitterness raged
On and on great masses clashed. Battles waged
Maybe it's unfair to rant against you in this way
You're inanimate, not at fault, some would say
History will refer to you as the bearer of blame
Without a voice, the travesties you can't disclaim
You were the year of storms and too much death
Of masked faces, afraid of drawing a deep breath
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Posted on January 1, 2021 for Mohan Chutani's
2020 to 2021 Contest. We've laid 2020 to rest
In Florida's land, where horror's dance,
A tale of darkness, a macabre trance,
Whispers echo through death's domain,
Of botched executions, haunting pain.
Within those chambers of somber despair,
Where lives are tethered by the politician's snare,
Justice, is sought, with trembling hands,
But fate plays out a wicked, evil stand.
The first scene unfolds, a chilling sight,
As veils of lethal fog blanket the night,
The chemical concoction, a deadly brew,
To end a life, as the law construes.
But nature, in her cruel jest, did jest,
And tremors shook the chamber's breast,
The veins refused to yield their prize,
As life endured, against all demise.
Witnesses watched in awe and fear,
The agony, the failure, all too clear,
The reaper's grip, a fleeting grasp,
A botched finale, a grievous lapse.
And yet again, the gallows called,
A stage for justice, where souls were enthralled,
But darkness loomed, a looming cloud,
As time stood still, in silence, proud.
The hangman's noose, a deadly shroud,
Was cast upon a soul, as whispers vowed,
But fate, with twisted hands, did play,
And life endured, despite the fray.
Florida's soil, now stained in red,
With echoes of horrors, the tears unshed,
In the quest for justice, so grave and dire,
The heartache lingers, a ghostly choir.
For who can claim the righteous path,
When faltering steps invite the wrath?
The specters of the botched remain,
Their haunting cries, an everlasting stain.
In Florida's land, where shadows creep,
And troubled souls find no solace, no sleep,
Let us remember the lessons taught,
Of flawed endeavors, human thoughts.
For in the depths of these chilling tales,
Resides a truth that never pales,
That justice sought with blemished might,
Is but a phantom, lost in night.
My Phone
I've just been down to Tesco to get some shopping done,
I never go with money cos I have a little fun
You see it makes me snigg*r when I hear old ladies moan
'What was wrong with money,' as I Pay them with my phone
I went off to the countryside to see some lovely views
I also liked the country sound of bleats and quacks and moo's
A bloke lugging a tripod let out a little groan
As I stood right beside him taking photos with my phone
You should keep up with all the news my father said to me
You can get it from a newspaper or see it on TV
He snigg*red and he chided in a most sarcastic tone
When I told him if I want the news, I Watch it on my phone
Was driving in to central London later on that day
My dad said take an A to Z, don't get lost on the way
If you're like me you know you will be wrong direction prone
I said it doesn't matter, I've got sat-nav on my phone
Took my grandad to the library, there's a book he wants to read
He's always liked his fancy fish, there's some he wants to breed
I told him how to do it and produce a guppy clone
And if you're wondering how I knew... I read it on my phone
Sailing on a pleasure cruise, booked it up online
Suddenly a wicked ocean broke the liner's spine
Treading frigid water, foghorn having blown
I wish there was a lifebelt app loaded on my phone
Stuck on a desert island, no signal, battery flat
No Google, Facebook, Instagram... Don't think much of that
Tired of eating coconut at washed up wobbly table
Dad stuck my phone under its leg to make the table stable
My dad near drove me bonkers fidgeting with string
And tying to the end of it a small bent metal thing
To crack another coconut I hit it with a stone
Then dad went off and caught some fish... didn't need a phone.
We made a kind of Barbecue and gutted all the fish
We cooked the fish on skewer sticks and what a tasty dish
I asked him how he got them cos they really tasted fine
He grinned and said, that's easy son.....
I got them all online