Unstain
As I reach for fresh paper
In the hopes to start over
I dog-eared that chapter
Yellowed in time
Seeped in tea
Sepia to the tee
You stained me
Like old photographs
From distant memory
You can’t stain without sanding
I can’t stay withstanding
Waiting in line
If I don’t stand down
You sand me down
I’m stripped, then sealed
Am I oak or ash
Did you even ask?
If I want to be finished
How many coats will you cover me?
Before you could no longer see
What I used to be
Strip the grain
You cannot stain over stain
My skin light
Rubbed raw
But you’re overstaying
Your welcome
You’re welcome!
I've asked you to stop
And yet you strip me
Of my colors
With even strokes
You wipe away what’s left
You didn’t leave a trace
Of the woman that I used to be
How many times will you coat me?
How many quotes till you let me be.
drumbeat of hell-bent youth
yet bids us onward
graying, fraying
A monarch known as Flutterby
ruled her kingdom by being herself.
She encouraged others to do the same.
Visit every garden that suits your fancy
she told her subjects. Breakfast with me daily.
Forget your troubles in the land of flowers.
They lunched on marigolds and rose of Sharon.
They dined on zinnias and dainty lilacs.
Not overstaying their welcome.
They let their queen know their needs.
She was a fantastic monarch, showing them her colors.
Orange with black dots.
Flutterby, our most magnificent Monarch.
flag holds onto porch
all snow has melted away —
leaves disappear too?
1/24/2018
Yes, I have often seen, the early rising sun
when I wake to witness, another day begun.
But when I see tomorrow’s, it will surely be the best!
Yes, I have seen the Seasons, in ritual parade,
adorned in all their beauty, a Master’s hand displayed.
Spring brings us great pleasure. She’s a most welcome guest.
Dressed overall in finery, she’ll lead the cavalcade,
preparing the way, for sweet Summer’s serenade.
This gentlest of Seasons, by which everyone is blest.
Yes, I have seen Fall’s pageant, when falling leaves cascade.
A deluge of colour, which boasts every hue and shade,
but lurking near is Winter, to impose Nature’s rest!
Yes, I’ve heard the strident winds, and Winter’s shrill tirade,
and seen illusive paintings, of his icy masquerade.
Ephemeral trappings, of an overstaying guest!
Enthralled, I’ve seen the grandeur, in the setting sun!
When another day is over, and my work is done,
though tired and exhausted. It’s the time I love best!
Rhymer. December 26th, 2016
To hell with them! I never think of them
I forget they exist, until I spot them
Then I get mad!
Oh yes, I loathe them so, as much as I do roaches
I loathe them so much I feel like screaming
I wish I could urinate colonies of them off a log just for kicks
I never cared about their infinite diligence
They don't work for me anyway
And they sure don't work with me
I don't care that they carry off crumbs
That break off my bread. They continually invade
My home, overstaying their welcome.
They invade my pantry to suck honey and sugar
They snake across my countertop when they smell the aroma of spilt coffee
I always spray them dead, but they eventually come back two-fold!
I hate that they're too tiny to see from a distance
I take pleasure in crushing them under my thumb
Crawl far out of sight, you unsightly irritants!
And please, stop coming back for sweets!....
A Rant Poetry Contest/Winner(9th Place)
Sponsored by: Shadow Hamilton
Date written and posted: 08/30/2016
The sun has become the source of such anguish
I wish it would obscure itself behind the clouds
I long to see that lively flame extinguished.
It is always there. I feel it burn through my pride.
Reveals the ugly features I am trying to hide.
The sun has become the source of such anguish.
The mocking star that rises in morning
Overstaying its welcome long into the evening.
I long to see that blinding flame extinguished.
The fervent day borne in moistened malaise
Swelling over my sweating skin. Lately,
The sun has become the source of such anguish.
I dream of blackening the sky that holds it afloat
Snuff out that light with no hesitation.
I long to see that joyful flame extinguished.
I sit alone with paranoia, beyond its stare,
The shades drawn—hiding my face from the glare
Of the sun that has become the source of such anguish.
I long to see that flame extinguished.
Unexpected Peers (An acrostic ode to Poetry Soup and it's members)
(9.7.10)
Passion
Overwhelmed
Elementary
Thoughts.
Roaming
Youth
Saw
Out,
Under
Pen.
Prolific
Obsession
Engrossed
Time.
Rhythm
Yielded
Structure;
Observation
Unleashed
Power.
Pride
Offered
Extroversion.
Trajectory
Rose,
Yet
Self-doubt
Occurred.
Undercurrent
Pulled.
Pushed
On;
Expanded
Tools;
Read.
Yesterday
Stopped
Overstaying-
Usurping
Present.
Posted
Online.
Enjoy
The
Rhymes
You
Share
Openly,
Unexpected
Peers.
I haven't been on this site long, but many of you have already made me feel
welcome, and, moreover, like I belong. I'm finding myself as inspired as I have ever been
to keep writing, and to keep growing as a writer, thanks to your support, your contests,
and your own original posts. This is, truly, a special community.
Thanks for allowing me to become a part of it.
I had another lover over last night.
Loneliness.
Knocking on my door, even though he has his own key.
Beneath my silent covers he crawls.
Mummers moist against
my blue bruised sighs. I confess salty, soft, sins.
Embrace.
Under stale yellow sheets.
I crumble.
A pale version of light sleep.
Bad Habits?
Overstaying his welcome, snacking on the last hard-boiled egg in the fridge.
Stealing coins from the dryer for banana ice-cream and balloons.
Never arrives here with out tag along
Despair.
Who crashes on my sofa keeping vigil of infomercials until two.
The only way to rid the room of him, entice Faith over.
She breezes in
a Swedish lullaby smelling warm
of chocolate chip cookies.
Sulking in a corner
he stalks.
Slamming the door.
Faith helps me redecorate. Lights a pillar white candle with a bent match from
orange overalls.
I remember.
I remember he left
but,
he kept
his key.
A week ago, I went to a funeral,
A father of two children was died,
She was weeping terrible,
And blaming God for this punishment.
He was feeling pain for three days,
Doctors were investing his pain,
After few reports they send him home,
And declared he isn’t serious.
He was still waiting for a doctor,
Delay is normal on a weekend,
Appendix blasts in his tummy,
And he died within couple of hours.
Few years ago his father was also died,
Daughter in law sponsored his mother,
And sister for a last meeting on funeral,
But they were refused he was overstaying.
People came to attend funeral,
But they had gone back for their Jobs,
When I went to see her again,
Children were crying for their Dad.
Suddenly tears touched my eyebrows,
She was struggling to manage this crisis,
She didn’t cook any meal for a day,
She didn’t dare to go for a shopping.
I came back home and asked my wife,
To get a leave for her normal stay,
But a company refused her for holiday,
And blamed he isn’t her blood.