A mouse that plays a violin, you are kidding, right?
I rolled my eyes at her disbelief, ignoring the gentle slight.
Come on! You are serious? Where did he get his violin?
Remember the music box you used to put your jewelry in?
My cousin ran to the box and looked. Her tiny violin pin was gone.
But did it have a bow? She asked me, staring out into the dawn.
You are invited too, I told her. He will be playing down by the pond.
We have attended six of his concerts now, of this musician we are fond.
-SUICIDE-
Deep banality circles my heart drum
Rotten stem hosting termites march
Vaccum only tears could fill
Am lost in my destiny
Caged in chains of depression
Yet my mind skips , running riot
Flipping boundaries and lanes
For the love of dear
Here tears picks it path
Along my hilly face
Playing down my heated chest
Poverty strikes it stroke
Despair takes it toll
Here the rope swings
Intestines hosting worm songs
My pulse put to sword
Can't hold my hiatus
For the Lord's call
On returns of empty baskets
A nagging Eve loiting rooms
veins cry in starved flesh
Brat murmur on idle plate
Forced to rethink my existence
crippled in the face ,
faith in future yearnings
Are fictions in nightmares
It time to take my lungs to rest
save my bitter breathe
as I turn the clocks earlier
to rest beside my forefathers
-SUICIDE-
@AHMEED ABDULJALAL.A.
Sick slick trick playing down on you
Mesmerized your eyes with keys to nothing
The miracle of the Xanadu
Surpassed all maniacal distraction
A strange, eerie, black feeling of despair,
I am lost, alone, no one seems to care
except the Moon who appears and prepares.
He throws me a long rope, yelling, "Catch hold!"
Noticing my doubt, "Have no fear!" he scolds -
"Believe!" I beam as unknown scheme unfolds.
Watching down below as upwards we soar,
I see Daddy and his friends - and Moon roars,
"Look, they're searching!." as my hope I restore.
Gently rocking mid air, the sky, my bed,
Moon covers me with clouds' blanket, my spread.
He lays me down on the path up ahead.
I awake as my head they elevate
"What's this long rope for?" one friend speculates.
Starting to tell them, yet I hesitate...
"I found it ... while playing down by the creek
and followed it up to where this hill peaks."
Begging, "Can I keep it?" my tale I tweak.
February 18, 2020
Edward Ibeh's contest: Pick a Title 14, Tristitch
In a literary context, the term felix culpa can describe how a series of unfortunate events will eventually lead to a happier outcome. fortunate fault.
Taking a stroll together,
down the old country lane,
Brings back many memories from when we were kids,
Remembering, how we use to run through the fields,
Racing each other and dodging the cow pats,
It certainly kept us fit,
And not forgetting the times, when we would come home wet and muddy
After playing down at the brook jumping the stepping stones,
Some times we would come home with cuts and bruises
Because we had been climbing trees and pretending we were monkeys,
And when we got hungry,
We would sit under a shady tree and
eat our sandwiches and share a bottle of pop,
Summer time was the best
With long days and warm nights.
Am at a point in my age
Where i ask myself
What am i doing?
I've spent majority of my life chasing dreams
Through thick and thin
Through nook and cranny
Up and down the turbulence of life
I've spent much of my time
Playing cards
Sharp spades have left scars
Heartful lovers have left twinkling memories
Diamonds have been my greatest wins
And i've been part of many clubs
But not the king and queen kind
And don't ask me about the jokers
It's life's solitaire
Maybe i should ask, who am i playing?
Sometimes am always in a checkmate
Hearing those words have made me a clown
But again, who am i playing down?
So now i begin playing to be not but to be
Me
Purple hues of twilight fall
As crystal raindrops drip from the window sill
A golden oldie is playing down the hall
that fills the heart with a sentimental thrill
Then comes the blackness of the night
With ghastly ghouls and ghostly sights
But in the white light of the dawn
All the dark fears are gone
Red roses glisten with the morning dew
Pink hibiscus welcomes bumble bees too
Morning gives way to a red hot noon
When marmalade butterflies flutter and swoon
As gray clouds in the distance loom
Heavy rains give shades of green a liquid boon
Rain concludes giving rise to the sun's amber glow
Illuminating a plethora of colors that paint the rainbow
Evening brings forth majestic orange sunsets
The golden yellow moon will rise yet
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Subtle emotions playing down your body
You need a companion in perfect proximity
One that will blow the flaming candles out
And offer ideal competition for the impending bout
Give me a signal when all is set
Either through my cell or some telepathic manner
And i will cuddle you in my arms like when we first met
To love, cherish and treasure like none other
Bloated and dependent awaiting within
Comes the tiresome ordeal of living without
An infant which is lifeless to the point of being
Will start to believe with the feeling of doubt.
A question of fashion is the student drop out
Asking why he is learning to become who he is not
The journey with no walkway is the obstacle course
Playing down the belief he lived for a purpose.
No waiting for excuses is the solitary hat
Laid there by the one who could no longer have heart
As vicious life circles swam through his mind
The one who sat in third lost all with the passing time.
Timeworn smiles with deep breaths taken in
As mother natures clock ticks out loud
Soon the conclusive vacation will begin
The waiting room that never closes and ceases to end.
My son came home from school one day,
and this is what he had to say.
As I was playing down the street,
little Jimmy bumped his knee.
I tried to help him up you see, and
then he started to yell at me.
As he bounced around the swing,
he hit his head and started to scream.
As he staggered in a daze,
I thought to grab him and get him away.
The playground was not so safe it seems,
and little Jimmy blamed it on me.
I had only tried to help my friend,
but he did not see it was all him.
The more he fought me,
the more he got hurt,
and I started to think he is a real jerk.
When finally then his mother came,
and told him I was not to blame.
Never again, I think you will see,
me on the playground with little Jimmy.