she buttons
she opens her chest drawer
a button shines
she unhangs her coat
slacks it off cold wire shoulders
a button gone
lost in rain or rage
or lusting tussles
neither remembers anymore
she grips a needle
a thread follows behind
attaching a new fastener
to an old flap of jacket
she puts on the coat
models the mismatching
spins in front of a familiar mirror
watches herself
walks out a door
she never walks back in
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Categories:
mismatching, allusion, break up, conflict,
Form: Free verse
Not Normal
What is normal?
I have skin, eyes to see, a nose to smell, a mouth to eat, ears to hear the songs I love.
Normal but feel like extraterrestrials from above.
I yearn to travel to places I have never seen.
Will I feel normal when I go across sea?
I understand people more than most.
Because of that I observe and seem invisible like I'm a ghost.
I dress pretty normal for a lady.
Put mismatching socks slouchy hat maybe.
My eyes are big, honest, and kind.
Maybe normal isn't a thing I can find.
Unique as I am is beautiful too.
At least I'm genuine, yes it's true.
I love chasing sunsets like a gypsy.
Nature calls making me shifty.
I see through people and know their heart.
I'm sensitive not normal and accepting myself is a start.
I'm creative, an artist, a writer, a poet.
At least I am me and I know it.
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Categories:
mismatching, bullying, discrimination, identity, judgement,
Form: Rhyme
Town Agenda
gathering and bruising typhoon rain
purrs the pain
jumping off the tracks blind locomotive train
wreck to maime
blooding noses quicker than white caine
ignorance pickled conductors always feign
with hands stained red from another man's ration of grain
predictable as the charted tides of Maine
mismatching words and actions lead the cause of insane
intent should be printed clear and plain
January 12, 2021
Suzette Prime Poetry Contest
Emile Pinet
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Categories:
mismatching, betrayal, humanity, pain, philosophy,
Form: Rhyme
Misspelt
I feel betrayed... between the clasped
Sweetness the future promises the present
Every now amd then my misfitness matters
With a thousand confusing dreams shatters
Mismatching with the world outside, for
Ever longs the journey to reach doom.
Mitigating every stride, we pace forth
Misleading thoughts mounting up each
Passing day, guiding in the wrong direction
Just we guess! For we're misspelt
Words of creation unknowingly put
Together to undoubtedly separate
As life dare to take its real toll
In this scattering mush, what forth you
Expect to get? Your dreams fulfilled?
Care not, for who cares to correct
A long back misspelt word?
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Categories:
mismatching, 11th grade, deep,
Form: Free verse
Mismatch
Circling thoughts true and imagined
comfortably sitting on the irrational
roping fear around feet and arms
without a spark
from lukewarm heart
to burn the stubble of lies
that gives body
to the wolf of inaction
stretching out mouth to a smiling pout
while the heart silently cries
and who will balm or answer its why:
words weren’t sent
tears left unanswered.
Lighter than smoke from a hidden fire
more like fragrance from ingested wine
mismatching the lying of the mouth
rising from a trembling heart
sadness wells up in the vacant eyes
and the tone of voice
that never lies.
First Place: Brian Strand-Any Form-2/8/19
First Place: Bob Carmack-Premiere II Open-2/8/19
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Categories:
mismatching, fear,
Form: Free verse
A Dead Man Who Never Had a Death Experience
a man who never had a death experience is dead
and laying in a casket without experience of the death
is that why he looks so awkward?
is it because he is experiencing an experience
that, actually, is not an experience but a reality?
if that’s not the reason for his mismatching death,
then, why is his coffin shrouded in so many question marks?
he doesn’t say a word,
he doesn’t even try to open his eyes;
no reason indeed for a dead man to open his eyes,
the man who abandoned the world assuredly has nothing to talk about
to the world;
a room full of heavily sunken air
the tears well out from the eyes of men looking at the dead,
only the sound of the watchers’ heart-beats stir up to rise the ripples
in the air
a heart floating on the ripples picks a question mark
drifting by a catafalque hesitantly and asked:
“why did you die?”
as soon as the heart questioned
Unmoved Mover flicked its finger,
and as finger flicked a burnt-out metro from the sky
passes over the world beyond death and draws an indiscernible
picture onto the cave wall; the picture, a shadow of a ghost,
the reincarnated death.
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Categories:
mismatching, death, imagery, metaphor,
Form: Free verse
Dreaming
As the sun fell, darkness rising up,
I lay my head down and dreamed;
Great marvels, dead memories given life,
New and fresh in the dreamscape.
A once friend friends again laughter
Of a weeper ringing in my ears
As a child unborn asked me to dance.
Then I was a child, unmarked by time
With flesh of soft butterfly dust,
Fragile to the dearest touch of love
So that love was kept at bay.
Onward in places unknown, yet familiar
Through nonsense feelings and colors bright
In kaleidoscopic, mismatching ways; a
Journey through my deepest, unseen soul.
Fire breathing leviathan, leather wings
Beating back my peace in hopes of panic,
Teeth gleaming an eerie blue, calling me
To shrinking, trembling despair, transforming
And then I was a lamb in your arms,
The noise of all else fading away.
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Categories:
mismatching, dream, nonsense, symbolism,
Form: Blank verse
Predetor
High above clouds
You flew
Radar focusing beneath
In search of prey.
Image fell on screen
One walking in haste
His head bowed down
Wondering at
Mismatching arithmetic
At home, office
Breaking his back
To meet ends both
Nebulous mind.
Flare in your eyes
Like a diving bird
Impertinent crash landing
Sharp claws clung
An ascension with prey
Into unreachable heights
Vanishing into thin blue.
A quill is shed
Life drops dead.
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Categories:
mismatching, death,
Form: Light Verse
The 70s Envogue
A yellow neon smiling face
a mismatching emblem of tacky taste
his collection of retro mood buttons is nothing
wild yet they celebrate '70s' fashion style
with black saccarine ink smiles
and vacant black oval eyes widened in suprise
Relaxed fit blue denim jacket outlasted its time
beneath an ironed creased silk butterfly
collared shirt,paint splatter patterned
resembled spilled dye
Plaid squared on its reverse
side,its cool fashion perk
unbuttoned wide without dress tie
instead an imitation gold chain stained
his tanned neckline
the '70s state of mind
Matching blue denim,butterfly,bellbottom jeans
its gold silk embroidery glittered and gleamed
its timeless seems, more resilient than they seam
Dazed eyes gazed through glaring plastic,gold framed shades
its lens,black mirror glass reflect an era past
retro's envogue and '70s fashion everlasts
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Categories:
mismatching, imagination, nostalgia, time, blue,
Form: Narrative