"I haven't heard" (yet)
"really?"
"yes"
"Speak louder one more time?"
"yes"
"Have you heard now?"
I put my nose in her ear
the person standing
on the top of the mountain
in front could enough to hear it
I said. she quietly
"I haven't heard"
She put her reddened cheek
on my shoulder
she told
“I can't hear
no matter how loud you shout it.”
i thought for a while
"You want to keep listening?
such clouds enveloping the moon
she and i hold hands
smiling and whispering
"I love you honey" reciprocally.
Categories:
reciprocally, love,
Form: Free verse
The bride was sweet, the groom was an unknown entity.
Not old enough to be married, she was barely twenty.
I protested all the way to the church, my cries unheard.
My husband told me to settle down, not be a nerd.
But she’s a baby, I protested. She cannot bake or cook.
Time to teach her, he told me, and gave me that look.
She was my granddaughter, a beauty, and not educated yet.
She had no pots or pans, just some posters, and a spoiled pet.
What does he see in her? I asked. She’s not grown, not ready.
His name was Frederick, but his side called him Freddy.
He’s a baby! His grandma protested from the row beside me.
I pretended not to hear, but snorted, secretly laughing in glee.
We met at the reception, and got along great, two old ladies fair.
She’s adorable she said. I especially love her gorgeous blonde hair.
He’s a prince, I told her in a reciprocally wonderful way.
Two fast friends finding each other on their wedding day.
Now we share great-grandchildren, and we are extremely happy.
To give them back to their parents. We have both become sappy.
Date: Feb 24, 2020
Contest: Occasional Poetry
Sponsor: Cecelia Hopkins-Drewer
Categories:
reciprocally, grandmother, wedding,
Form: Verse
Did I hurt you?
A simple question
Amongst a thousand words
Spent throughout the day
Necessary and unnecessary
Needed or wasted
I did not see it coming.
You talk less and less these days
I respond reciprocally
I was never good in some ways
Probably that is all about me.
Yet, above all
It is about you and me.
I was thinking too much
As you know, I do these days
I was looking at the mirror image
about appreciation and all that stuff
I forgot to look into your eyes
For so many days, all along.
Did I hurt you?
Categories:
reciprocally, meaningful, wisdom,
Form: Free verse
I want to live in a healthy place,
at least as mature as junior high school,
where who I reciprocally love,
gay or straight or span-sexually in-between,
is not a political and economic football,
a wildly bouncing and rebounding issue
full of hot air
for others to kick around
and divest of
as they lose punishing interest.
Yet who we choose to hate,
deviantly or not,
is a BusinessAsUsual privatized non-issue
for an unhealthy society
to publicly notice
before quickly fading
into private live and let live fields
of NO TRESPASSING apartheid.
I would strongly prefer
to never apologize
for who I healthy love,
and daily apologize
for,
and maybe to,
but most certainly with,
those I unhealthy hate.
Categories:
reciprocally, culture, hate, health, integrity,
Form: Political Verse
Telling 'I love you' at first sight
Is the euphemism of
I feel like copulating reciprocally.
Categories:
reciprocally, i love you, love,
Form: Haiku
Lost my equilibrium amidst
an utterly ethereal seduction,
ascending glinted stratospheres
'tween reciprocally magnetic forces,
beyond constellations' obscure vapors,
whilst breathlessly infatuated moons
softly whispered destinies' avowal to
surrender otherworldly ventured sighs...
I want to be the impetus
furthermost your gravity...
CONTEST 225 - sponsored by Brian Strand
inspired by Sara Bareilles "Gravity"
Categories:
reciprocally, analogy, dream, emotions, hyperbole,
Form: Free verse
Dropped down upon my head with
A withering drone
Like 747's passing through a small tube
In search of home
Absurdity perceived realistically
Things go soft and gooey
A descending drone of primary tones
Flashing beacons, misdirection
Conveyor belts of hardest bricks
Reciprocally pelts
Coming up for air
Perception
Lastly,
The drone crushes, crushing until their flatness
Matches
Like ancient Peruvian stones
The moment before flattening, suffocating
Sameness
Before release into
The true line
Bends
Is the line which bends
In timelessness
A circle which is complete
Yet never meets?
Categories:
reciprocally, spiritual,
Form: Free verse