Grammy’s dining room, a charming little casino,
the overhead light turning ordinary air to gambling gold.
Cards fanned out across the oilcloth,
their soft edges warmed by her steady hands.
Dried beans clattered in chipped bowls,
riches measured in the music of pretend.
Grammy’s laughter rose first,
Aunt Maudie’s chasing after,
two sparks lighting the whole room~
and I sat between them,
certain magic had pulled up a chair.
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a labyrinth of emotions
parading in and out and all about
no one can pinpoint just one at a time
if they say they can, they are lying
feelings cannot be pulled apart like monkey bread
I can have ten different feelings at a family reunion
depending upon who is walking toward me
and who is walking away
It is irrational to think we can choose only one at a time
I can feel excited, tired, happy, sad, angry and mad simultaneously
can’t you?
A terrified mob ran towards the main street, Tsunami, Tsunami and Tsunami,it cried, Back water rushed into the Basilica's feet, Stuff was pulled back into the sea side, Calls, cries and confusions were there, Dead bodies scattered every where.
ZGlance Phattey
is a marvelous movie
it has enough equal parts
to balance even the most
religious or anti religious
person or people.
People often get tired of
the religious reasons for doing
or not doing things. I heard
"The Baronet and Knight were
in dispute due to her belief in
a non- sexual relationship
be fore marriage the movie
tackles the belief and
disbelief of people
needing excuses to due
thinks. Some who
are mighty worshippers.
My sister in laws
lover sued the other man in his
brother-in-laws relationship
for not reporting the honey bees had
ecasped.
They thought it was smart for
with holding the data
due to the Monarch who
wished themthe news due to the
beliefs of those
who refused to study
the catogories before
speaking on sunbject than were never defined
or reserched.
Due to the conflicting laugage and similarities in
laugague
they needed to often write what was needed
to complete =certain tasks
and what.
The words were same but the definitions
were different
it became a challenge
when convaying what was needed.
(the piano can wait, the bloodspots on your ear can become infected!!)
All the fake stunts I pulled, you never bought them,
All the cigarettes I rolled, you never smoked them,
I need a light in my life to illuminate all the darkness,
I need a space to breathe, to heal from the pain that weighs on me.
You and I, when we meet, we surpass all expectations, we lose ourselves in infinity,
Taking too much of everything we love, hurting ourselves in the process,
We fool around in the hotel of broken hearts, never tired of searching for each other,
Always ready to start over, again and again, without stopping.
Always found unconscious at the end, caught in this never-ending phase,
But you, you never bought them, never believed in them,
Girl, you never believed in me, in all these stories,
I wonder if I will ever find the truth in my unspoken lies.
We search for a light to guide us, a refuge amidst the chaos,
We long for a place to breathe, to heal from all that has hurt us,
And yet, in this dance of confusion and desire, we lose ourselves,
But maybe, one day, we will find that balance between illusion and reality.
Had a baby at sixteen:
was told he was adopted.
I spent years searching for him,
but, mom and dad lied to me,
the baby had died.
If you real look in his eyes ,
Don't you see the sigh of real love?
Loving and ready to be with you.
If you see him walking on the streets,
Don't you feel how he pulls you?
Puling you to stick to him.
May 07/2023
Written for poetry contest
Sponsored by Line Gauthier
Woke up this morning
take awhile for
me to sleep last night
Sunshine in the morning
everythings gonna
be alright
read the letter
you left me
don't forget
to get the tuxedo
and your gown
taking off early before
evening
Me and my baby
ggoing out on the town
dancing
romancing
Cuddling up with
my Lady
We gonna Dance
the Night away
Dining on the
terrence
Groove the night away
"out in the World"
Me and my Lady
Kissing and stuff
Romancing my Baby
they sing ah song
one worth listening
I'm in the mood for
love
Smucking and Kissing
I'm in the mood for love
let's spend the night
together
I'm in the mood for love
it warm out
We love the weather
I'm in the mood for Love
with my sweet unobtainible thing
I'm in the mood for love
let's listen to them sing
Ah-ooh ah- ah.
like when they say
when they snap there fingers
and dance the night away
ooh-la: la-la, la-la
They want us to be
Kissing
Long for solitude.
And still, whose access
Lengthy coastline's of sheoke
That voice, will, back through
Yearningly sombrous, the more
Be listened in for.
Long for solitude;
Cliff top's wave-crasher.
Still, which entrancing peace
No castaways rue
Broke, when on a tide, inland
Seen, with you, to stand.
I pulled my heart out and looked at her.
I had never seen her from this angle,
She was a child.
Hurt and lonely, with tear-stained eyes, only wanting to be held.
So, I reached out my hand and held her tighter and tighter
until we became one.
Until I was left holding myself.
From the science I finally pulled out,
After my homework unleashed a shout:
An All-Times The Strangest Graph;
To our Physics Teacher, “Perfect Chaff…”
And it made the poor gentleman weep;
Awkwardly try something like a laugh,
His skin beginning to creep;
Tried though he to make it cowhide tough…
For a whole week, a graph was a secret
But later alerted the A solemn Staff
For being humorless evidence quite concrete
I had a target mi, by greater half.
To my family, I am unembodied.
Like a leaf in winter snow, I am hiding, but not rotting.
I’d rather be slathered with a powerful waterfall.
Instead of pulled from my habitat, in the peak of my thralls.
We sit across the table- not
More than five feet apart
We converse about little things-
nothing too important
I am silent about the things I really
Want to talk about-
Sometimes I almost reach over-
To brush a speck of lint off your
Shirt- of course- I pull back/
Just in time-
I trace the contours of your face-
With my eyes
I remember the syllables of each
words you used,
I inhale the scent of your body-
And it is embedded within the tenderness of
my heart-
I almost reach across the table to-
smooth away your frown- with
the hope of replacing it with a smile-
Of course- I pull back / just in time-
If thoughts could be transmitted
I wish you would receive mine-
If feelings could be captured
I would wish you could catch mine in
the palm of your hands-
Whenever I try to tell you how I feel-
Of course- I pull back / just in time-
I smile- say the right things
I do not voice, I love you and need you
Nor do I relay - my world will be
Empty if you went away-
Every time I began to formulate
These very words in my mind-
I, of course- pull back / just in time.
Heaven on earth, is a pulled
pork sandwich to me.
Just looking at one, makes me
drown in salivary ecstasy.
Meat, divinely tender, with sauce
created in heaven.
On a warm bun, this poet could
really consume seven!
September 13, 2020
11:00am PST
She grabbed my hand and pulled me into the sky
We travelled fast through cosmic clutter
I was shocked and my heart was beating fast
Not aware I had left my body, intrigued now.
Not an angel, not a fairy, something else
Something unknown. She took me to a new planet.
I was too intrigued to ask questions.
Tried to open my mouth twice. It was glued shut.
Fear for a second; then I was surrounded by new colors.
As an artist, I was delighted to see colors not known on earth.
Bright ones, dull ones, ones I cannot recall truthfully.
I remember the sheer wonder of realizing there were others though.
She turned and looked at me. Her eyes had turned black.
She had a dragon-like head; I felt threatened. I tried to scream.
Nothing came out. I felt trapped, frightened, stolen.
WHOMP! I hit my body fast and hard.
Woke up with my heart beating double time
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