i stand by the toaster
waiting for your other half to come up
i'll set your slice and half melted butter down
and hope that today you'll eat it
morning drags on with no one else there
the buzzing tv show you'd always watch falls silent now
hands dipped in flour wiping away your sniffles
i wish i could still find some sitting by the sink
every morning i repeat
toasting, waiting
watching, waiting
cooking, waiting
every night i close my eyes knowing
i'm forgetting one more piece of you today
and whoever you were yesterday isn't who i remember you as today
your laughter is a little quieter
your smile a little blurred around the edges
i forget your little fidgeting at the table
and how many times you told me you loved me
i still remember our routine though
at least i have that, right?
i'll just wait until you sit down at the table
make a face at me and repeat your line all over
"you burnt it again"
Do you have a favorite song
that you like to sing each day?
Teach me and I’ll sing along
so we both may sing and play.
Let’s buzz, buzz, buzz like the bumble bees,
and hum, hum, hum like hummingbirds,
whis-, whis- whisper tunes through the trees,
and mock, mock, mock the mockingbirds.
Let's chirp, chirp, chirp like chirping crickets
and hop, hop, hop like green grasshoppers,
fly, fly, fly like dragons in thickets,
make a face like beaver’s chop choppers.
Sing-a-longs are fun to sing
to flowers, birds, and sky.
Let’s dance inside a fairy ring
until it’s time to say goodbye.
To ward off those germs from afar
I’m using a tatty old bra
It can’t be a task
To make a face mask
I’ll model it like a film star!
But sewing skills, none to be had -
My home made mask looks very bad
No way does it fit
I look a right tit
My husband won’t wear his, I’m glad!
Limerick Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Janice Canerdy
04/27/20
by Parizo Van Thulare
What is the use of imploring whilst the sky is dark ?
What is the use of waiting when those that lead care less of us ?
We the poor are always criticized
Those in the 1st class carriage are on the safest side
What is the use of hoping whilst my heart is red of weeping pains ?
What is the use of counting stars whilst the rest are covered by these selfish clouds ?
What is the use of praying whilst those that I get play dices with me ?
For how long have I been saying grace
Whilst I lose those that I love ?
For how long shall I keep on starring at the hands of the law ?
Whilst my mates run with bachelors
It's either bribe or you remain behind
With no connection there is none to find
Was I praying for such badluck ?
Or when I pray I make a face of a duck ?
I've been taken for granted is fine
I've been suffering with benignity
yet I draw the line
My journey to being holy stops here
That face of frowny stays here
I will pick one on my way up
State of mind
Keep it together, take a deep breath
It is not worth the fuss
Don’t make a face, just keep it straight
And God forbid, don’t cuss!
Just take it in and sit in it
Believe me, you won’t die
It’s just perception, let it slide
You shouldn’t even cry
Just let it rush, yes, let it rage
Sit tight don’t lose composure
Your virtues shouldn’t be blown away
Endure and you’ll get closure
However tough the test may be
Be patient and you’ll find
The aftermath of this mental gale
Is a pleasant state of mind.
Wendy Nipas
Blue sky mixed in a gray cloud
Seeming to make an image in a colored shroud
I see the shapes make a face as I sit and envy
How small it makes me feel while watching it surround me
I close my eyes to imagine that we are seeing it together
A day spent with you could never be exchanged for another
Gray clouds in the sky write your name in blue
As the storm comes in i stand still keeping my eyes closed
If the storm fades will it remove you from the skies
Or when I look up will I see your smile
Hiding in the rainbow on the other side
Maybe I could stay a while
To await the sight as I open up to see
Like the rainbow which has unlimited distance
I know the love is there, imagining you standing next to me
sometimes when i'm thirty years old and not in school
i can play games
and not feel pain
sometimes when people call my name
i don't know what they're talking about
sometimes when i'm on a stage
in front of seventy thousand people
i laugh and make a face
and my nose starts bleeding
and i fall to my knees
and the audience is silent
and there are never sirens
sometimes when my hair is short
approximately one inch long
i cut it again within the same hour
and clip my nails until they're gone
and pluck my eyebrows
one
by
one
i promise i did not shave them off
...it's true
and then i come out of the bathroom
and everyone has gone to bed
sometimes my eyes are two different colors
and only i can see it
unless i ask
and they say they see it too, to make me feel better
sometimes
when i am an egg in a uterus
i emit poison
but it never does anything
my mom just tells stories that she felt me kick a few times
oh, she's sure of it
and then she smiles as her teeth erode
and the people genuinely laugh, that nice fake genuine laugh
by myself, i feel as if i am one with the world
you make a face because it confuses you
you tell me to always surround myself with people
i tell you that reciprocity is lacking in that department
you come closer, take my hands, and express assurance from your end of the realm
it means so much to me that i forget the pride side of myself and just cry
then i express my thanks by my own reciprocity
you begin to cry yourself and tell me that i did not even have to look in the mirror
i reply by saying that what i see in the mirror is just the image of myself
it is what i do in every episode of reality that decides which road will be offered to me
you nod in agreement and smile that smile that stole your husband's heart
i just laugh and ask if you want some butter almond ice cream
you decline and say you have to be getting back to care for your son who is struggling with a bad cold
i nod in understanding and retrieve your coat from the closet
as we say our goodbyes, we give each other a hug and you force me to come to another dinner party y'all are having
with you, i have no choice and i know it....deep down inside, i am aware of the fact....that sometimes i need that
Have a happy New Year
Year 2014
Know that everything is going to be just like how you want it
As you are in control of your destiny
God destines it
To be exactly like the way we want it
As He put that in there for you
So strive on
Push through
And achieve your destiny
God will be there to help you
Don’t be discouraged
Left out or disheartened
God would not leave you alone
To face things on your own
He is the provider
The ultimate Fulfiller
Of your wishes
So go on
Cheer on
Make a face
Laugh at yourself
You can do it
Isn’t that what the Bible said?
It is in your hands
My baby Bella
Those big blue eyes
That gummy smile
She flashes me when
I make a face
Those reddish blonde curls
framing her chubby baby face
She's so adorable
The only thing that keeps me sane,
that keeps me alive,
is her laughter
15 years my junior,
but she's my best friend
I love you Bella Bean
Her face is of another world,
the lady of the night,
her beauty framed by Heaven's glow
of alabaster light.
Sedately as she passes by,
behind a veil she slips.
Eternity won't make a face
her beauty can't eclipse.
She smiles on her companion as
she slowly turns away,
as if she were a lover lost
with nothing more to say.
She peers into the depths of space,
serenely-- unafraid,
then turns to face the world again,
her monthly penance paid.
I get the urge to write something like this once in a blue moon.
Too often, with smug self-satisfaction,
he flaunts his wealth and social
position.
He boasts about his alleged pedigree,
traceable, he says, to some
royalty.
With what he thinks as sartorial elegance,
he prances around in a snobbish
trance.
But atop his glossily groomed hair
dance a couple of lice, a creepy
pair.
I neither laugh nor make a face at a face,
but I make an exception
in his case!
once again, with an air of
smug self-satisfaction,
he flaunts his wealth and
social position,
boasting a lot about his
alleged pedigree,
traceable, he says, to some
distant royalty;
with what he thinks is sartorial
elegance,
he prances around in a snobbish
trance,
as atop his superbly
groomed hair,
dances a couple of lice,
a creepy pair;
I neither laugh nor make a face
at a face,
but I make an exception
in his case !