My friend watched a game last night
-- a real ‘nail-biter’
Poor fellow, carpenter that he is
Eyes are bewitched by a twitch
a that has made a home
in the ever-twirling mind.
The twitch is both a she and a he -
it does not care whatever or witch,
It settles in the flesh-nest,
lays a soft-shelled egg there
a phantom birth of regret and fear.
Twitch names itself Ego
it is a shapeshifter and does not care.
it is a nail-biter and cares not
A twitching ego
is a clowns face that masks a clear mirror.
Twitch, twitch twitch
is how the ego goes.
Twitchy is it unnatural nature.
It struts or creeps
be it brought low or raised in triumph.
Light is shadowed by its crowing wings.
A ‘twitch’ is but a flip of an eyelid,
a fabrication in a fictional fantasy,
a creature in a children’s story
one that we tell ourselves
every night or day.
Murder was served at the table.
The fellow is dead, not stable.
Page turned, nothing could be subtler -
Suspicion fell on the butler.
It was the salt and peppering -
It’s clear his oversteppering
was found out this night…all knives out.
Stone cold - the butler gave a shout.
The poison sealed the rim of glass
to coup de gras the loudmouth bass.
Another page was turned, we’d learn
the butler’s dead - a great concern!
The guests, now accuse each other,
but one by one they fall. Bother!
Who hates them all? Who’s caused this strife?
One’s still standing - the butler’s wife!
The reader, glares at the writer,
declares it was a nail biter.
She tells the author to drink up.
He hopes it is a loving cup.
7/21/2022
SPONSOR: Joseph May
Contest: One In Five 2
Chose #2 - SUSPICION FELL ON THE BUTLER
Something about this nature calls to me
To set me free
Of this heartbreak I forsee
Inside, something stirrs
Though my destiny still blurs
But what do I prefer?
Should I care for a young one?
Or is that too much to be done?
Though, it seems like so much fun
Maybe help pets?
But it gives me the sweats
With all of life threats
Could be an actor?
Still that factor
I am more of a reactor.
Perhaspe a writer?
Making lives brighter
With a story that is a nail biter.
So which job is for you?
Whichever you pursue
Make sure your heart says it’s true.
Everybody wants to be a writer
With tales to tell
And minds to bend
Or burdens to make lighter
Everybody wants to be a writer
With thoughts unfurled
Onto the page,
Perhaps a real nail biter
Perhaps instead, a story of love
Or love that’s unrequited
Or better yet, one that gets published
Everybody wants to be a writer
He bites his nails beside me on the bed
so loudly! This strange habit is most grating.
I’d like to throw a pillow at his head,
but he would just continue, not abating.
I’m used to just how vexing he can get,
like when he begs for food that I am eating.
When someone comes to call, he gets upset;
then settles down and gives a gleeful greeting -
Unless the visitor is someone small!
He sits and stares if I pick up a child
then panics if the infant starts to bawl.
I love my doggy though he gets so wild!
Although a naughty child himself is he,
how sweet and trusting is his love for me.
I watched a nail biter
Game tonight
Was Texas Longhorns
And Oklahoma Cowboys
Naturally you know who I was for
After three over times
The Cowboys won once more.
Go Cowboys Go
If you want to know
Who my favorites are
It depends on who is playing.
I am for Nebraska, K U and K state
Oklahoma Cowboys
But the Texsas Longhorns do rate.
It makes it tough when they
Play one another
I just throw a dart
Then hope for the other.
Go Big Red Go
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