Thee crumbling walls can’t hear my song,
Though once they rang with joy and cries—
Now silence stays the whole day long.
My sisters’ love, both soft and strong,
Lit up the dusk like fireflies.
The crumbling walls can’t hear my song.
My brothers helped me along,
With quiet nods and whispered wise—
Now silence stays the whole day long.
Where roses bloomed and deer would throng,
Now other homes and fences rise.
The crumbling walls can’t hear my song.
Back then, each room would hum with throng—
Mom’s warmth, Dad’s calm, and lullabies.
Now silence stays the whole day long.
Yet memory’s roots still hold me strong,
Though time and weather blur the ties.
The crumbling walls can’t hear my song—
Now silence stays the whole day long.
Categories:
o.d., home,
Form: Villanelle
New Yorkers, in general, are very notorious
for walking way too fast, not moderately:
it's seen as an unpleasant remark;
tourists keep thinking to themselves,
" They're funny! " It's a stereotype they mock,
" Do New Yorkers ever rush to Central Park? "
An outsider asked a stern policeman,
" Why is everybody running? "
" Is the President coming? "
And the cop stared at him saying,
" You are an outsider, not so lean,
catch up to the marathon race:
they are rushing for the train:
they are going to their working place! "
And the shocked red-neck with a freckled,
peachy, round face grinningly replied,
" I never knew they raced like wild horses
to catch a train; we Southerners take our time,
and stress less, we play songs in our guitars
and drink lots of whiskey, we never walk a mile! "
How could the unamused officer take offence and contain his disdain...
when the naive dude offended every New Yorker?
His reply was a shock to the poor guy on naproxen,
" Run like them before I throw you in jail, or take the Southern Border! "
Note: No pun is intended, it's only to spike up some humor!
Categories:
o.d., bullying, character, discrimination, emotions,
Form: Narrative
Prepared Parlor Full od Squalor
prepared our parlor
which was so full of squalor
not worth a dollar
Categories:
o.d., allegory, analogy,
Form: Haiku
Have you frequented a restaurant close to home
Noticed how many diners are on their phones
An epidemic I'd say
Indigestion is at play
All through the restaurant you can hear people moan
Categories:
o.d., image,
Form: Limerick
Sometimes I feel
like telling you
go on
just do it
get on with it
get it over with
if you want to finish your life
I don't give a ....
other times
I want to solve it for you
fix whatever is wrong
make you happy
lead you to Jesus
let you find salvation
but you may never find
happiness because
you love misery
boredom and
feeling sick
it makes you happy
in your miserable kind of way
I'm not sure where this is going
but it will
come to me
God will tell me
one day
I
just need
patience
Or
Am I even right
in trying to help
or ignore you
who am I to
force my thoughts
upon you
or to wash you
down the drain
and forsake you
If
I try to force
my belief upon you
isn't that just selfish
on my part and
nothing new
what should I do
other than encourage you
empathize and listen
for if you talk it through
after awhile
your teeth might glisten
Gee
that was a cheesy line
in a heavy subject matter
and I can't pretend to think
even for a moment
that I know better
Categories:
o.d., art, confusion, dark, death,
Form: Free verse
Sometimes I feel
like telling you
go on
just do it
get on with it
get it over with
if you want to finish your life
I don't give a ....
other times
I want to solve it for you
fix whatever is wrong
make you happy
lead you to Jesus
let you find salvation
but you may never find
happiness because
you love misery
boredom and
feeling sick
it makes you happy
in your miserable kind of way
I'm not sure where this is going
but it will
come to me
God will tell me
one day
I
just need
patience
Categories:
o.d., caregiving, confusion, depression, faith,
Form: Free verse
That pen just lies there on the pale white blank pad page__no activity; that sorry pen has O D on something dangerous_passed out_hardly breathing..Come on pen sit up_here sip on this strong coffee..That's it click, look around, life is active, inviting_write it down..Come on now_here eat up of these grits and red-eyed gravy; now that is an eye opener..You've slept through the last rose of summer that was deep burgundy long stemmed on the bush. You missed that lucious kiss under the pale pink rose that on the trellis grows. Winter is coming on, sober up, get busy for you missed the Hummingbird sip nectar from the Wild Petunia then fly away leaving hundreds of Yellow Butterflies to get intoxicated upon its blooms..So you say you are awake now..Here let me kiss you beautiful ink flowing 'pon the page!
I think my pen OD on chocolate though!!!
Sponsor: Joann Grisetti
Contest: Drunken Pen Round 2
Categories:
o.d., funny, introspection, life, kiss,
Form: Prose Poetry
The little acorn has become a tree
Magnificient in the storm
It's xylem hard ... a strong heart shelters me
The little drip a great river, meets the sea
Washes the soil from my farm
To the delta of its glee, I dream free
The empty hands, the broken nest, the pea
In the nose, my dazed alarm
The little bird has flown away from me
And now squinting at the sky, only see
The diamond in its arm
And the wings circling it, brightened by glee
On this your birthday, I fall to my knee
Praying you won't come to harm
As you fly away, son, forgetting me.
Categories:
o.d., caregiving, son
Form: Rhyme
My son is a silent star
In the distant sky of my love
He shines
In cloudless memories
Of simple times
The child sleeping on my breast
While mother snores
The child tugging at my rest
With incessant chores
The child grew like an eagle flies
Above the worship of the eye
My love is a pendulous dew
Waiting to fall
On the lips of child in the desert of self
O how fear the diamond so fragile
May break upon a heart so granite
And the boy I ran with long ago
And the boy I sang with long ago
Has become the man I do not know
Since from my exile nothing shows
The silence makes love invisible
Not the distance terminable
On leaf tip
Waiting to drip
Before the bee may sip.
Categories:
o.d., sonchild, child, love,
Form: I do not know?
Here we go again
like James brown I got that feelin’
Baby baby I got that feelin
Yo let me tell you something
you like a million dollar painting of sugar and spice and everything nice
with a spoon full of honey whipped cream and a cherry on top
These are a few of my favorite things
I don’t need no wedding ring
Right now I’m getting my 31 samples of your personality
And when I buy the cake I’m gon’ eat it too
As I douse you with sexuality
In reality you remind me of something,
I just can’t think of what it is
I want you to banana split my kiwi-coated peach
made you look
Peek-a-boo
does it feel good to you
do you want to buy the whole cow now and save the milk for later
wish you could get it piece of this kit-kat for the journey
cause you’re not going any where for a while
made you smile cause I got you open now
addicted to my ice cream
and don’t you dare put me on a cone
you be the sword and I’ll be the stone
is that hard to comprehend?
I’m gon’ ask you again
Do you want a sample with ya lifetime warranty?
I Guarantee you, you’re gonna want more
than just a taste of me
Categories:
o.d., nostalgia, urban, me, me,
Form: Blank verse