When I re-broach a pressing, unresolved issue,
I wish you’d engage me in productive, fair debate
instead of withering me with sarcasm.
When did your seeming love for me morph into hate?
When I can’t do whatever you ask of me
“Right NOW,” I wish you would patiently wait.
I wish you wouldn't rudely foist your duties off on me.
You know I already have a full plate.
I wish you would stop treating me as your underling.
I long to be valued, as your equal, your cherished mate.
Please mend fences. Don't force me to leave
and burn bridges behind me. It will soon be too late!
It was inexcusable, so I
applauded
Marauder of my emotions,
pacing ... seething
Bored with action,
his disgusting attraction to
scoffing at me
repeatedly
Same old rusty pin
popped my heart balloon until
I lost count
What did he think I would
amount to?
dust
He predicted it
so I fulfilled
the prophecy perfectly
all
by
my
self
What could have been
a long, lovely bike ride
was rudely interrupted by a
loss of balance
From my deeply skinned knee
slowly emerged dark red Hues
of Blues
that had resided below the surface
for way too long
Then the numbness set in
only adding to the pain
Finally, resorting to a place of
pitying him
helped more than a million
countless therapy sessions
Past the point of being
passive. Too weak to be
aggressive,
his big mental muscles
stopped scaring and scarring me
after enough time was lost
I killed him in my dreams and
revived him
in this other reality
What is there to gain
from a man like that
I heard they sent
for a royal fool
to make them laugh
until they cried
Now there's a pool
made of tears
& forced smiles
on the side
They're feeling blue
with red eyes
& black hearts
front yellow backs
You know the rules
of silly games
always produce
funny acts
It was a trap all along
meant to bait the
greedy flies
A pest will pest
til the end
attracting counter
to what is wise
Awakened rudely
by the fool
whom they assumed
was sound asleep
The crown it fits
a suited king
adorned from head
to rooted feet
The branch grows
full of leaves
& bears the weight
of coming fruit
Who knew the fool
could plant seeds
that would grow
through shallow roofs
You'll know the tree
by its fruit
& what it endured
and came to bare
Sometimes the weeds
are necessary
for what's the wheat
without its tares?
It's fair to say
what's in the cards
will soon require
a show of hands
Sometimes a fool
plays a fool
knowing what cards
are in its hand
The bright royal metal gets a reverent treat,
Heated and beaten softly in several ways till
The beloved, pampered design comes up;
While the weaponry one has a different destiny,
Burnt and hammered rudely with no scrutiny ;
Then the upshot is for uncertain use put up;
The former always adds more to the usual skill
As the latter is destined, it's modest end to meet;
True it is that the one defends and serves hard
But the other is only dicey, needing good guard
The crux of time decides the claim to real regard
A tool in need marvels more than the one starred..!
The deeds and words of show spire somehow
Yet a needful , timely aid towers much above.
Maria’s kiss lit a fuse,
That Thomas never knew he had.
Now the fuse runs fast,
Through the heart of a man gone mad.
Derrick’s death was bitter,
And Thomas’ heart ran sour.
His head was quickly spinning,
As he drove for half an hour.
He made it to the plains,
Where he planned to drop them both,
But his fire turned to frost,
When he heard the cars approach.
“Where you going, stranger,
In such a mighty rush?”
The lawman rudely squinted,
Suspecting beer or drugs.
Thomas drew his Luger —
The officer fell quick.
He hit the cold, hard ground,
As Thomas’ blood ran thick.
Thomas missed the other pigs,
Who saw the nasty crime.
They blew through the windowpane,
And Thomas passed the line.
Nobody deserves death,
But those who play with life.
No one should lose that light,
Until god’s given time.
Chivalry is a relic of the past.
The era of fair ladies and noble chivalry appears long gone. Men board buses and trains, and in cramped passageways, they rudely instruct women—especially on the freeway—to move aside and stop delaying traffic.
Yet, the fair ladies of today are no longer timid; they refuse to be wallflowers and often display inflated egos. In response to this assertiveness, men resort to labeling them as whores, es, and witches.
Women, let us not bow our heads or apologize. Chivalry has faded away because men have become broken giants, struggling with their own shortcomings. Weak by nature in their arrogant behavior, they seem trapped in an endless cycle. The question lingers: when will it come to an end? Who do they think they are, mere dust from falling stars?
~ A Story You'll Surely Adore ~
('Suicide's a Pain')
As I was about to enter the store
I was smacked by a malfunctioning door
Without so much as the slightest warning
or a perfunctory good morning
Astonished more than stunned
I took off at a brisk run
to inform the manager-on-duty
of the door that had greeted me so rudely…
When I’d finished my story, to my utter surprise
the manager muttered: “Lies, lies, nothing but lies”
My jaw dropped and I exclaimed, “Why? Why? Why?”
the manager replied, “We’ve an epidemic of spies”
“Spies from our competitors,” he continued
“that’s why we smacked you upside your head”
In disbelief and rage, I said, “Well, I never” –
pivoted right back into that door ~
and keeled over dead
First grade class trip, a slow cruise down the Nile
So rudely derailed by three crocodiles
They flashed kids their grins
They wanted to sin!
Newly evolved ~ erectile reptiles!
They thought it would be fun to dissect Susie’s brain
But wait, Sue said. I am kind of allergic to pain.
We have new meds, you will hardly feel a thing.
She believed the surgeon, ‘cause she’s a ding-a-ling.
The doctors hypnotized her and she stayed in place
While they cut a tiny hole in her front lobe face
They extracted a bit of her teeny sand brain
I’m naked! The piece yelled, and don’t forget my train!
They pulled out a gown, a petticoat and a bridal veil.
I am eager to see what you’ll do next said Dale.
Wait! Said Tori as I was telling this story to her
Who is Dale and were her dendrites still pure?
Since I was rudely interrupted, the tale is now dead.
So now poor Susie is stuck without the rest of her head.
I do not feel guilty, I am the writer, thus the boss.
Not knowing the ending is the reader’s loss.
Success can been measured, that is true.
I treasure our nation. Let's say adieu
to the drift of a crude body politic
rudely ticked off at the loss of their "pick".
So obvious, fervor's flame is being fanned.
I welcome government business at hand -
how to run a country and make it grand.
...illegal immigration has been banned
...alien criminals arrested and canned
...manufacture returned to our land
...waste and abuse reduced by demand
...leader and cabinet taking command
...economic recovery carefully planned
...international reconciliation we understand
Before we were so rudely interrupted
We thouroughly enjoyed a chance we’ve got
We couldn’t foresee our plans will be disrupted
I didn’t know our time would be so short
Five happy years, then one day a curtain falls
So terribly alone, I sit and cry
You speak to me again, and the wheel rolls
I’m scrolling back to hear your previous reply
The messenger archive contains our story
I’m praying for the safety of our time
They can erase us without saying sorry
They can do anything, and we can only die
You’ve gone away, it means we’ve had enough
Of this old world, of all its joy and pain
Let’s die again, the cause of death is love
Your voice with me forever will remain.
O, idle love that flows where meters clash,
Where sense and vigor do not well align;
For thou the bowl of sense do rudely smash,
For I, the quest for harmony divine.
Think not these matters well enough ignored,
That coursing love shall float us to the shore;
For current-crossing whirls one cannot ford,
The broken ship of love a thing of lore.
And still, there is the sunlight of thy strength,
That doth ignite the world with crooked rays;
So great thy power that knows too short a length,
I fear my sense is lost as I amaze.
And if but once thy rhyme was not the worst,
I know my heart with love should surely burst.
Neon days are preceded by thunder.
Neon days didn’t warn me about success,
neon days are built from the struggle;
Neon days do not show your sacrifice,
neon days attract flies to your light;
Neons days never simply appear,
neon days are the result of grit;
Neon days color heat lighting lime,
neon days hot pink crackles the night;
Neon days no one sees the hard road,
neon days you must fight through the fog;
Neon days attract lazy poachers,
neon days are rudely disrupted;
Neon days tend to show off hard work,
neon days posers want just a piece;
Neon days there are vultures that wait,
neon days you must tend your garden;
Neon days just the strong are standing,
neon days you must fight to keep them;
Thunder is preceded by neon days.
Wicked generation asks for a sign you said to them.
Could they, in their thought, word, or reach your divinity's realm?
As though puppies bark at the elephant that's on a stroll
Could any of their denouncements play on you any role?
Sown within the womb of the earth will be the sign you said.
Like a lamb that's rudely slaughtered, your blood you've got to shed.
As Jonah was free from the whale and came out of the sea
From chains that try to bind you, forever you would be free.
The wisdom Jonah preached was finite. God's wisdom is great.
Everything out of nothing, didn't he wish to create?
Jonah, or the queen of Sheba, had their tentative role.
Isn't it God who brings everything to the immortal whole?
You stood sturdier than the temple and the sacrifice.
To your affliction, passion, and death, what price could suffice?
Feelings stored
in words
the letters revive
Time rudely
halted
— the moment alive
(Dreamsleep: August, 2024)
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