she climbs into every pocket, nook, and cupboard she sees
sometimes we forget she is there until she gives a baby sneeze
she is our new kitten, Munchkin, who delights us in every way
We misplace her about sixty-two times a day
she likes to pat us down, as if we are some kind of nest
we expect nothing from her, but her cuddling is the best
life without her was not as easy, she brings so much to our heart.
one kitten is not enough, but it is a terrific start!
How oft had I slipped in life,
Sliding into slimy oblivion,
Until my spirit was crushed
Almost beyond repair.
Yet I learned the hard way
To fight back and win.
To see the truth in your mortal deceit
To admit you do not deserve
The compassion and lust that
You crave so much for.
You hide behind long faces
And mimic with your shaking hands
As if you're in despair;
Misplace your voice with floods of sorrow
To hide your ugly nature of abuse.
Stop this illusion, fly away from me
Seek other pastures,
For I cannot abide your cheating tone,
Or the deception written on your face,
Not anymore. Must I succumb to you?
Now I am whole, alone and worried
But am determined to survive your loss.
It's hard I know to linger
Into the lonely, dreadful, sleepless night.
To wait for the promised dawn of a new life,
A dawn that seems so far away.
But I'm determined to wait.
For when you're gone I'll find asylum
In peace and harmony and truth
And live the simple life I had once treasured
Once more I'll smile and laugh
But I shall love no more.
FICTION
my best friend knows my stories, has my back, laughs with me
He and I share two dogs, they are our babies, Maxie and Maddy
We are silly enough to call ourselves their mommy and daddy
Been together for fifty-seven years, my best friend and me
My best friend misses me when I am gone, which is a rarity.
We are evenly matched in wit and wisdom, in complete parity.
My friend and I both have hazel eyes and dark hair, but I dye mine.
We take turns napping now, because babies want one up all the time.
There are so many reasons that I love my best friend, impossible to choose.
He knows me better than anyone else; can find anything I misplace or lose.
Knows what foods to buy, so he does the grocery shopping.
He also does the laundry, this man is a dynamo who is forever hopping.
We can finish each other’s sentences,
so claim we are redundant all the time.
I guess the best thing about my best friend
is that since 1968 he has been mine.
she's a reprimand
in sight
british in american
no flights
the runaway holds the mold
speaking of witches
exploiting the no
turnaround and shes her ugly
misplace vowel in assembled
stance to task
her brothers blanketing his stash
demoralized and torn
its already early and she'd never show
speaking in my houses
blue horn irish muse
want of den's forgotten
harlot attempts the dew
wasted station of armies
stagnant collars and door
left handed chalks
whites hurdles will roar
In a world full of pain, I feel so alone,
Now shadows form where silence has grown.
A gaping void to fill this space,
These thoughts I have, I can't misplace.
It is four in the morning, as I lie here in bed.
Manifesting these fears that go around in my head.
I am the judge and the jury, in my own inquest.
A pondering conviction that has me depressed.
I feel lost in the darkness, where hope starts to fade.
In the stillness of night, decisions are made.
A ticking clock echoes. It's a sound of despair,
Each tick is a reminder that nobody's there!
This loneliness clings, on this dark winter's night,
As my breath hits the air and my chest it feels tight.
I long for the warmth of that someone to hold,
In the cold of the night where dark shadows unfold.
I remember the time I was wrapped in your love.
Like my heart is being held in the hands of a dove.
The isolation i feel, it reminds me again.
For in your arms i found solace, in this world full of pain.
There is not a price you could pay
No amount of time you could do
Deep scars come to surface every other day
Nothing could heal the hell you put me through
Your brother died in debt to you, was I the price to pay?
I've been imprisoned by demons you unleashed no matter what I do
Dad's suicide brought me to my knees, I didn't imagine life could get any worse then that devastating day
Your ill-intended helping hand scorched by touch breathed a far worse hell to make it through
Silence of unspeakable violence broken in hopes for simply being your daughter she too wont have to pay
If I can help save another from the same awful fate then that's what I intend to do
How can you watch a child grow and look at them as prey? Did you think to yourself they'll reach the ripe age I crave one day?
I pray I'm not too late and no one else has fallen victim to the hell you put me though
Relationships with loved ones are a price I pay
I'm looking over my shoulder paranoid in all that I do
I've got deep seeded trust issues to this very day
Time you cant misplace or erase so what is justice for the hell I'm still surviving through?
These fears I have swallow me whole though I fight to be released I feel I've gone rouge which has moments of crying spells but no tears have yet fallen taking swings at the gates but I've only wept disappearing the feeling of being astonished to thigh own self in dept how do i pay with empty pockets chasing stars that climb on to me effortlessly feels if run backwards towards my rewards I've already received trained to think first my emotions head started the race misplace energy for my fiery stage of evolving
White lips party speaking nonsense Brighton red boisterous with emotions them shed soft tissue bled
finally letters profanity misplace heart health party never felt better angry enraged into silence we scream heart red lips passion no dreams nightmare spoken living at Knox trials and tribulations entertainment on talks tried and tried again forensically dead sputtering out profanity screaming out the dread I hold to myself myself I hold speaking at not these words that are untrue yet are told these are my lips that are red like a book the pages my mind so do dread
Steel cold, rough hands lay slack.
Pull it taut while gripping the back.
Getting it apart takes a lot of force.
Days pass, and so strain, as a horse.
Gather up inside of a ductility test.
If the wire grows warm, it drys best.
Yield point stretched wire snaps.
A coil cobra rests as tension gaps.
The soliloquy, alike waves, is broken.
Left behind a rid-sailing, in boat oaken.
Breasts shift in a way to hold in place.
It is crookedness for leisure to misplace.
Thrown and shoved the other way.
Yet, no pang was felt; only grit lay.
Not adorn the sting of flatness to feel.
As her skin likely burns from the ordeal.
Written: May 09, 2023
With a feathery smile on her chiseled face
she looks as angelic as the real ones in the sky
adorning my window ledge she fills up every space,
like any proper angel would normally do;
I hear her whisper at the edge of night
secrets that were meant for me alone
She quietly supports my every prayer
this little angel of God, who never goes abroad ;
She is a stationary idol of the highest order
she comforts me each night with her presence and grace
and although she cannot see my face,
she knows every hidden feeling I encase,
every hope, every desire, every fear that I misplace.
I, a weather beaten traveler of life's weary journey
gives ode to this lovely altar Angel, she is a reminder
that Angels do exist, she may be made of plastic but to me,
she is a living, breathing, object of great valor
when I pray.
Feb 27, 2023
Sponsor Jeff Kyser
Contest Name Write an Ode |
Promise me you won't misplace my stone
she whispered to him when they were alone
Together they found the treasure in Rome
then side by side, they made their way home.
I can feel this heartbeat, gentle rhythm deep
under my feet, I can feel the blood seep…
I keep it clean, I can feel the scorched earth weep,
what have we done Dear God, this earth reeks…
are the Kings playing for the throne
as the destruction is nigh, the media alight
I can feel this misplace holy war
the suicidal tirade of adolescent apes...
Burning tribes living in turmoil
long are the days on this fleeting earth
the righteous are holy in immaculate rebirth
only to find a cinder of ash, cold at last
A faltering distant earth, holy are days
scorched burnt black, as attrition’s warfare
breaks this crust of a lost infinite earth...
I can feel it’s heartbeat, gentle rhythm creep
inside my mind, I can feel the blood weep…
I keep my thoughts intact
I can hear this scorched earth seep,
what have we done Dear God, this earth is bleak…
An Orange King is enthroned, as the destruction is nigh
I can feel this misplace holy war the suicidal, high.
Welcome to the life of a teen!
Where everyone’s stuck between
Where they want to go
And where they want to leave.
While all we perceive
May seem a bit distorted,
I can assure you that our life
Is just as full of strife
As any other and while maturity
May seem likely never to inhabit
Our poor young brains, this planet
Is a tough place.
So just give us some space!
And while we may abase, misplace, erase, seem base, or disgrace
Give us some grace!
I gaze intently at your face,
Many hair strands outta place,
Lipstick used to perfectly trace,
Lips tremble like heading to 1st base,
Instantly i need breathing space,
Overwhelmed by feelings of disgrace,
Nothing worthy to take the showcase,
No confidence left to lose or misplace,
Lots of bad memories i need to replace,
I gotta move this MIRROR from this space.
Dad, should we close the window before night?
Friends told, ghosts come after midnight church bell.
Though I've not seen ghosts, but friends understand
ghosts’ arrival in rooms, how they can tell?
Friends say, they hear ghosts' whisper, but no yell;
play with toys sitting on windowsill, slammed
while leaving; friends complain their muscles ache,
feel heavy, they are unable to stand.
Dad, do ghost absorbs their strength, they can't stand?
Friends hide colored pencils as ghosts do break;
they feel, ghosts misplace items those weighed light;
find room disorganized, wait for daybreak.
Birds remind my friends, it’s time to awake;
don't worry, ghosts stay away from the light.
~X~X~X~
Visayan splash
This is a sonnet form invented and named
by Jose Rizal M. Reyes of the Philippines.
It is stanzaic, consisting of three quatrains and a couplet
It is written in iambic pentameter.
The rhyme scheme is: abcb bcdc cdad da
Pasted from http://poetscollective.org/everysonnet/visayan-splash/
Thanks to Mr Lawrence Eberhart for the resource at Poets COLLECTIVE Site
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