Former co-workers out for dinner and brew,
discussing their old workplace's who's who -
they vied for the honor of best memory,
their mind's eyes conjured faces they could see.
I spoke of a man, and I persisted,
till they recalled one who never existed.
So nervously, upon this earth I tread.
Don't let me, again, go out of my head.
My fragile mind persisted yet unbroken,
ignoring all harsh words as they were spoken,
until shattered with a sickening shriek.
Done in, I was, as I heard a mushroom speak.
The first heart attack was quite mild:
he put it down to indigestion
at first, but the pain persisted.
Some pills and lectures on lifestyle changes
followed the stay in hospital.
Yes, he'd try to stop smoking, he said,
and to cut out the fatty foods.
But the craving for cigarettes
was too strong and he secretly smoked,
while assuring me that he'd quit!
The next heart attack was much worse;
he really did try after that -
a fat-free diet was no fun
and nicotine patches were no help...
but he stuck to it for a while
(I think it was a week, maybe two).
Then I smelt the smoke on his clothes,
saw him wolfing down bacon sandwiches,
slyly like a naughty schoolboy.
By then I pretended I didn't know -
my nagging was killing him, he said.
The third heart attack finished him.
I'm heartbroken that his heart was broken...
At the risk of coming off turgid
I offer this tale esoteric
Hoping it’s not found insipid
Nor causes one to be apoplectic
But rather received with alacrity
Without the need for paroxysm
My word there’ll be no chicanery
And avoidance of anachronism
Far from being sesquipedalian
Nor need for any razzmatazz
The tale of the slubberdegullion
Who thought himself full with pizzazz
Though being so supercilious
His affect stirred only dudgeon
Any good was so very fugacious
From this untoward tatterdemalion
Yet still he persisted a mumpsimus
If you will, and worse a panjandrum
So aggravating and rumbustious
Redeeming qualities not a modicum
An unquestioned snollygoster
Given to being quite vagary
An ill-reputed hugger-mugger
And a voice of such cacophony
But I see that you are insouciant
And consider my warning malarkey
Since you wish to be recalcitrant
My apologies for being persnickety
I end my tale of the rapscallion
Without further ado or rigmarole
Avoiding becoming ultracrepidarian
I have met my supererogatory parole
I was a happy child
Carefree, talentless, happy
Jumping around and singing tunes
Tunes of bygone joy and unbridled dream
But they scorned me
They mocked the child I was within
They tried to make me like them
Children whose child within was slain
But I persisted
By God I persisted.
I refused to sing only their tune
Refusing the cocoon of their songs
But the scolding were gone and the whips came
With each Whack, a memory flies away
Heavy groaning and bitter tears litter the courtyard
Croaked voice and battered mouth
As each day passes, the singing becomes lower
Till I started humming their tune
Then I stopped altogether
Leaving only the silence as my precious dinner.
A
person
at times can
feel like they are
a casualty
of cruelty, at least
in some small way or other.
Some attacked my early writing.
Their scathing reviews I can’t forget,
yet I persisted doing what I do.
Not letting oneself feel defeated is
the only way to continue - but
your cruelty, my love, hurt worse.
You did not want to read my
special poem, so you
threw it to the floor.
It felt like you
were stomping
on my
heart.
They held me down
and injected me with a needle
that took away my ability to sleep
It is true
I haven’t slept in six years
I imagine this persisted consciousness
will remain with me after my body dies
Then there was yet another needle
that transferred the landscape of hellfire
Will I toast for all eternity
is this the secret of the Illuminati
I can only point to others
that suffered the same fate
Aaron Hernandez
But who can help me now
is this a puzzle to be solved
When I’m gone
all that will remain
is this cryptic poem
Yet I imagine no one will care
or even understand
the evils that men do
Bound to the bark, it drank the rain,
And spread tendrils again and again
Unnoticed beauty, soft and deep,
While hurried, humans let affection sleep
They rush on by, with eyes averted,
A quiet presence, quite deserted
Their gaze on blossoms, bright and bold,
My subtle story left untold
But I persisted, strong and still,
My purpose held against their will
I nourished life, unseen, unheard,
A haven for love's tiniest of birds
So let them chase with fleeting grace,
After vibrant flowers that die in time and space
I am the bedrock, deep and low,
Where roots run strong, and secrets grow
They overlooked; they did not see,
the quiet worth that dwelled in me
And though they're gone, and seasons turn,
It will be their loss that they did not learn
On an ancient, gnarled oak's dark side,
Grew, a humble, verdant tide
Just a simple, protective green hue,
A silent witness, a moss heart forever true
Mermaid
This afternoon a mermaid swam to the shore and took flight, so you didn’t, know that the beautiful creatures who live in our seas can fly, she lifted her delicate silky wings and flew seeing me staring forlornly by the kitchen window with a dishcloth in my left hand not seeing a fairytale being I used to believe in as a child
She knocked on the window I opened up, but not much because close up she lolled like a Karen of the type saying men are useless but call you to open a tin of sausages or fetch her slippers in the bedroom Suddenly she took fright and flew away but the
knocking persisted it was my neighbor who wanted me to scrub her back, I helped her out of the bathtub, and before stood a scrawny 84-year-old mermaid
'The boundaries dividing Life from Death are at best shadowy and vague. Who shall say where the one ends, and where the other begins?’
– Edgar Allan Poe
not yet have I said farewell
so, I turned Death away
ignoring his knock on my door
but his cold hand persisted
"you've come too soon," I cried ~
"Death, be not so hurried"
my plea was made in vain
daylight wanes in darkness
a requiem hymn
sung by weeping mourners
Grandma can do it! Henry insisted.
No one else knew it, but he persisted.
Grandma laced up her skates and took to the road.
She was terrific, her moves were all gold.
She’d won the skating Olympic gold medal in ’04.
Not 2004, honey, go back a hundred years more.
What is keeping you alive? We asked Grandma Lee.
Do not know, I guess it’s because I was born in 1883.
A message:
Hello there Souper, thanks for calling by.
Just thought I'd stop the roundabout of life and call out "Hi"
This note is short and simple, and it won't cost you a dime
I hope not narcissistic or to steal your precious time?
But I have a favourite poem.
They're like children don't you see?
I have crafted and persisted, and in turn they're good to me..
So I want to shout a little, in a gentle kind if way..
And promote my month's selection, thus.
Indulge me if you may.
So above a link to copy and a guest of mine aswell
'Cos I've read their work and actually, I think it's kinda swell.
Thanks a bunch. Stay happy.
And just bless you if you're not.
Keep the inspiration coming..
Love and stuff
Yours,
Sam Scott x
You are the flame that warms my sadness, you are the passion that regenerates my broken soul.
In your heart lies endless love, a gentle emotion full of compassion.
To heal my wounds, I discovered that it was enough to love you.
You are an intoxicating melody for my torments,
A symphony of joy for my demons.
Your loyalty is my daily compass,
My twilight will be golden if I die by your side.
Your love for me is a path paved with peace, harmony and tranquility.
I persisted to conquer you,
I thank you for contributing to what I have become.
Since we met, I've been in a waking dream,
You accepted me with my imperfections,
You are the only one who discerns the clarity of my silences.
Lee had dreamed of a woman with blue eyes.
It is only a dream! Everyone told him.
I think she is my soul mate, he said.
I am holding out for her.
He held out and held out and held out.
The only sibling in his family who was not married.
His family was hounding him now.
They wanted him married and happy.
I have not found her! He persisted.
Finally they wore him down.
He dated a girl with brown eyes.
At their wedding dance he saw the girl with the blue eyes.
COVID Survival
He came knocking at every door,
No one knew what he had in store.
Many were ready to fight tooth and nail,
But sadly there were others who did not prevail.
How cruel he was to those who did not take heed,
Who chose to ignore the warnings base on greed.
Many countries did everything that was right,
So from them he had to pack and take flight.
How brilliant were the plans they had in place,
Even as he was staring them straight in the face.
The people united and would not bow nonetall,
They stood their grounds and survived it all.
Every trap he laid! every disguise ,
People laughed him to scorn for they were wise.
And when news of his return spread far and wide,
They were armed for battle on every side.
Masks were in place and sanitization all round,
Resilience was strong anywhere people were found.
So hail to the masses who strongly resisted,
No matter how hard COVID persisted,
And today as he is put on trial,
We salute you all ,heroes of COVID survival.
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