April, a season wet
Wishes, oft unmet
I was over the moon
Crashed down, soon
Selfish heart, hurt
With strong spurt
I recoil, refused
Rejected, bemused
A truce, declared
Damage, repaired
For a while we drift
Biology, the gift
Birthdays intrude
Marking the prelude
Troubles delayed
Close to a decade
In time, a non event
Space, to resent
Slowly, came betrayal
Dealing the blow,fatal
The depths of pain
Life lessons learned
Infinite my choices
Promise their voices
There is supposed to be a partnership
Not just friendly companionship
Two people become one entity
Not physically but mentally
A relationship or marriage isn’t ever fifty fifty
No need for a meeting or committee
One maybe extra tired
And the other does as required
The next day roles may reverse
But you work together and diverse
One may be injured or have the flu
The next week the foot maybe on the other shoe
This swings in roundabouts
Never any resentment or doubts
One is the doer and one is the taker
If your the taker don’t be the breaker
You shouldn’t feel guilt for being unwell
Don’t be the one to scream and yell
If this is a long sickness
Remember it’s both your business
One maybe giving up their sanity
To prevent a calamity
Communication is the key to success
Instead you dampen any progress
Now is not the time to feel independent
And treat everyone else like they’re unpleasant
Your own words can prevent frustration
Instead of worsening the situation
Talking to prevent resentment
Instead filling with disappointment
It’s living two separate life’s
For now it has to suffice
A widower is a sorry species
unschooled in the culinary arts
washing white clothing with darks
The embodiment of a ‘klutz’ ~
The whole man, worse than the sum of his parts
Twilight haze sears like veld fire in my veins that keep you alive,
Each look from you unleashes a hurricane inside my heart,
I Savor your voice,it hauls me in to its rip-roaring wickedness--
I stay here
Your Oshun styled gate carries you past the candlelight,
A fairy in the street in The Mother City,
Fingers like infernos,they touch nothing,still I am shaken-
Heart clings to memories.
I glide after the glimmer of your smile into twilight,
Anxiety in my chest,I shiver with desire for you,
Dreams shatter around me,yet I remain charmed,restless-
I can't free myself.
Victoria,blazing like sunrise on raging summertime,
Days cannot time the flame that swells at you leaving,
Each fleeting gaze keeps my heart fiery,scorched with passion-
I refuse to yield,
Endless midnights,-your bouquet lingers,
I keep the room dim,the night repeats your whisper,
My soul studies absence,a quiet defiance-
I remain here.
Chess calms my e;I uncork a hellish move in hellish and checkmate my anguish,
Sojourns in Milky Town and Pirara soothes my heartache
Baldwin and jazz saves me,Kippie's horn,Spokes's flute-
Humane Ubuntu is me.
Sweating she woke up,
soaking wet she was.
Nightmares from the past
coming to life.
She got up and walked,
she wanted to be sure,
she was awake
from the nightmares.
After a nice shower,
she stared at the white wall,
lost into her own thoughts,
coming as shadows
in the middle of the night,
without light, just darkness
of a hard past.
Irreparable harm on her heart,
but her soul is humble, looking
always for reasons,
looking for answers
in the middle of the night,
when she wakes up sweating,
feeling abandoned day by day
and night after night.
An abandoned child,
rejected as a bag of rubbish,
hit by life, growing between
sharks and the waves of life.
She grew up strong,
despite of being abandoned,
or rejected as a human being,
she made her way to keep her rage
far from a heart, managed by her mind,
which gave her the choice,
to forgive or to be soaking wet
at night with dark nightmares.
She had the choice to find herself,
after being lost and abandoned:
She chose to forgive with no stones
on her back.
I have never known true love/
All my life, I have wanted/
But a few things/
To be loved, to be accepted, to belong/
But, all they ever share/
Is their hate towards me/
I didn't do this, I'm innocent/
Maybe I never will/
Know true love, be accepted or belong/
But, I can still dream/
I can still wish/
Have you ever felt rejected
Out of place, not accepted
If so, you are not alone
Feeling flawed hurts to the bone
However, these feelings are a lie, not true
God created and delights in you
Don't allow another's put downs cause you to feel inferior
Those who do this want to feel superior
More important is God's thoughts than what they say
His love, His approval are all you need each day
Jesus said the one who comes to me will not be cast out
Follow Jesus, you will always be loved, no doubt
(Based on John 6:37)
Well well well how interesting
About to write about things stiffening
Like body parts selected
No body parts rejected
But be careful absolutely no roughening
The guy was hunched over the ATM
as if he thought
I was trying to read his pin number,
so I gave him some social distancing...
then some other guy cut the line ahead of me!
I wanted to shoot him a cutting remark
but he was kind of big and mean looking.
That night
I dreamt that I was trying to deposit
some of my new poems
but the ATM would not accept them.
Apparently I needed to change my pin number.
I changed it to 'poet'
I was still rejected.
Years ago ... I once considered her my best friend
we would go shopping and stop for lunch or just tea
we liked to talk of all sorts of things
she complimented my writing and art
I liked her a lot
I trusted her too
and I thought she was loyal
I never imagined cruelty
that she would just turn
disappear from my life ... gone
with no reason or the explaining of why
I left messages
but with no reply
I got the message loud and clear
I tried to figure it out
for I knew that I had done nothing wrong
never spoke to her again or tried
and that's okay I was just fine with being me
though I did feel hurt and rejected, and
I felt like ... I could never trust again
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February 10, 2023
Poetry/Free Verse/Hurt and Rejected - IFL
Copyright Protected, ID 02-1524-474-10
All Rights Reserve, 2023, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, I Felt Like
sponsor, Charles Messina, Judged 02/20/2023
Second Place
Sometimes love's force makes us innovative,
When adoration longs to be demonstrative,
Through art, we express our affection,
Beyond mere words, a profound connection,
Love's mystique lures us into its hold,
Truth's arrow strikes, our hearts unfold,
But in this realm of emotions and desire,
Love can be rejected, extinguishing the fire,
As if humanity were a mere illusion,
Love's presence can face cold exclusion,
Yet, still, we brave love's treacherous terrain,
For the chance to embrace its joy and pain.
A shiny forest of an armpit
By Ninety-Five percent a cesspit;
A quick verifying touch of this
By Ridiculed Christopher Elvis
Also brandishing a moist pelvis,
For long months now excused by Doris
His Understanding, Hopeful Girlfriend
But clearly seeking its abrupt end.
Anew, Elvis investigative finger
Goes for The Sticky Feeling that would linger,
His Poor Hygiene Principal Bell Ringer
And Change-for-the-Better Soft Singer;
To his Dad something he should be killed for,
As he keeps wondering what he’s waiting for,
Already by him pronounced A Serious Matter
And on Offending Elvis’ Head a metallic clatter …
His show of disgust had to be perfected
Because Elvis has a wisdom rejected
“All the stops pulling out to pick poor hygiene
From his interactions with Useless Eugene!”
Rejected defective
Socially unaccepted what saved me from this hell my death did
Bruised and busted none can be trusted what put me here my love did tarnished and jaded all memory of me faded this unknown place that I lie is not with the angels in the sky
Lost in bitterness she alarms
Voice became sharp to their ears
Back to back, they threw her out
Slippers left her feet with tears.
Standing on that road she sweats
After nine months she was rejected
Parents left her in an absolute mess
Lawyers passed and don't care.
O, parents! you're the cause of the rape
You're the cause of prostitution
If this child shall die from severe headache,
What will you say about misery?
O thy mothers! can you bear a child and beseech death?
O mothers! can you lose pounds of blood and see thy child in tears?
O Parents!, work constructively,
And change your mentality.
So the fragment of their brief gloat,
Humbled their cacophony,
Their nails cultivated deeply beneath my skin.
Scratching for hidden gems
As my tears dried pages of a book empty
They each left with a little satisfaction
The depth of mutilation, their cheer halted
The distance that split us mirrored me
The bloody earth braced rejected scars that healed
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