"I do not want to kill you," you repeatedly pled,
to which I laughed, my wrists seeping red.
"Look at all you've done!
Please, don't soften what's said.
You can't kill someone,
who is already dead."
They revealed things that mortified me,
an abundance of flesh, clothing-free.
“Get a room, y’all!” I pled.
They proceeded instead
showing passion with great energy!
A rose devoid of color
and a poem reft of rhyme,
met without meaning,
timeless in an idle mind
that could not think, lay ink
upon a page, engage,
or otherwise oblige
the shrinking will
of one who'd fill a page.
So, sadly, they sat, not wishing that
they'd end, badly penned,
in a nothing, a not,
a period, a dot.
From her bed, the white rose pled,
this black ink poem,
obscures my form,
pale, pure, and pretty,
Please ma'am to see, the real me
hides behind these lines.
Words and letters do not flatter.
Look about, before, between.
Find me, free me, and forgive
this poem, this pitiful poet.
There’s a monster
under my bed
She said
Impossible to conster
Outside her head,
Its dialect was Fred!
Rabid poseur,
A kind word it pled
Love me instead
Of unicorns and teddy bears
That stuff and nonsense
Will desert you in the end
And only I will ever be your friend!
I climbed in bed
to wait for death
the past
a fleeting memory
I pled the case
in my defense
whose verdict
found me guilty
My sentence cast
without appeal
a victim of
my trials
Alone to die
in hope belied
my condemnation
— final
(The New Room: January, 2026)
.
with such thuh beauty
az front my
for uh moment
even less
imagine mine lift
hern
up
'bove mine see
imagine her tearz
splash splash
splash
'pon mine visage
mine cheeks
az my pled
'wilth thee
me
wed'
One winter night I waited patiently
for my long-time true love to come to me.
I sat, so snug and warm, and looked outside,
amazed at how much drabness snow can hide.
Much like a tapestry unfurled, the snow
enhanced the night with an appealing glow.
I walked outside to while away the time
till he arrived. The snowflakes felt sublime.
They landed on my face and energized
my spirit. Suddenly I realized—
My love was there. He came and took my hand.
His troubled look, I didn’t understand.
I said, “Let’s stay outside a little while.
The snow’s so glorious.” He tried to smile.
“You don’t seem like yourself. What’s wrong?” I pled.
My whole world was destroyed by what he said.
“It’s not because of anything you’ve done
that I’m not coming back. I’ve met someone . . .”
I stood mute as he vanished from my life,
this man who in just weeks would have a wife.
The snowflakes stung. The magic of the night
had vanished in an instant from my sight.
There are not enough Oysters—now—
The Tide—has turned away—
Sweet—Salty—Pink—their Secret Flesh—
Once blushed beneath the Sky—
The Rocks—retreat—like faithful Friends—
Too long—the Sea—has pled—
For Pearls—that once were whispered—round—
Are faint—like Ghosts—of Bread—
The Stone Crab—waits—in patient Grief—
Its Claws—a Prayer—unsaid—
The Hand—too late—remembers Grace—
When this great Feast— we Ate—
So Nature—keeps—a Book of Loss—
And writes—in Salt—Her Psalms—
While Human Hunger—counts the Cost—
And empties—out—Her Palms—
The women fell upon the bodies of the dead,
clearing blindfolds for one last look upon their face.
Shot, against a carmine wall, no matter how they pled.
So now they mourn them through a veil of blackened lace.
A mother presses lips upon a virgin son;
a bride, in bloodstained white, whispers; she is to be;
a sister screams, at smoking guns, what have you done?
A Captain brushes some cigar ash from his knee.
A beast named Gavin Godzilla
Liked a girl named Priscilla.
The issue was that he was a klutz
And it drove everyone nuts.
He was an embarrassed, sorry gorilla.
He broke everything that he touched
And accidentally smutched.
He tripped on his feet
And tried to retreat
Because he felt ashamed and blushed.
Gavin came to Priscilla one day and said,
“I know I’m clumsy and have a big head
But I like you a lot.
To live without you, I cannot.
Will you please be mine?” He pled.
Priscilla was delighted and squealed a big yes
But there was a catch that she addressed.
“To help with your clumsiness” and with a snap,
She put on Gavin a ton of bubble wrap!
They still loved each other nonetheless.
.
i had thuh one
Such hern
she
Kiss'd mine lips
Pled uv me
oh did
she
Ink by thuh inch
Az hern frenetic mitt's
Digits
Stir’d
mine see’z think
mine imagine
vanish’d
unto whut
y'all
uv my
spill'd
read
tap
*yourn: 1350–1400; Middle English, equivalent to,
your + -n, as in mine 1
(i uv course)
')
I told you from the start, it’s true,
“My roller coaster, see it through!
Ride with me ‘til journey’s end,
Hand in hand, our spirits blend.”
“Get off with me,” I gently pled,
“No fear, no doubt, no words unsaid.
And you will see, in time’s own way,
A grateful heart, a brighter day.”
“Thankful you stayed, through every turn,
The highs, the lows, the lessons learned.
Hand in hand, we’ll face the light,
A bond forged strong, and shining bright.”
So many times I bled from pain
So many times I cried
So many times I almost died
And I pled, and I pled
So many times, I turned the other cheek
So many times, I was weak
So many times, justice I sought
through all the trauma, I fought
But, so many times are done
I am now rising with the sun
I am now ready for some fun
The tough days will still come,
but less crisis, from where I came from
For this life is all about love
Thyself first, then to truly share far
All will shine for miles, from star to star!
Heidi Sands
3/19/25
(C)opyright
As shadows laid where none could go,
The dark sky etched fear in a scrawl,
Making hearts leap clean out of sight,
Silhouettes of danger scared all.
A gentle breeze whispered of fright,
Meanwhile, death crept with aching flow.
The silence then started to scream,
The fear shifted to my bladder,
My trousers bore a stinking stench;
The quake of shame made me sadder.
The fire of fear failed to quench;
That nightmare failed to be a dream.
To the angels my spirit pled.
The birds watched my fret from the trees;
Their silhouettes loomed in the night.
My shirt soaked in sweat’s chilling breeze.
The devil ignored my soul's plight;
He let me go when my soul fled.
Far to heaven’s gates my wings flew,
There, songs of praise the angels sang.
Fear quivered and fled from their glow,
The bell of life they softly rang.
That made me cheat death here below.
Then back to the earth my soul blew.
He lives forever in my mind,
For what he is I’m blind,
Yet when he scratches the back of his head,
My heart pled,
This mundane moment,
Was to me an important bestowment,
Because it means he exists,
And I’m no longer a fantasists.
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