change is not stubborn
as is a long-shriveled hand~
c’est la vie bygone
Relatively forgotten herb
Unusual, often painful, sometimes fatal
Exercise caution in its use
monks once used egg whites
to starch their habits crisp clean
dumping yellow yolks ~
but a waste not want not pledge
inspired a baked custard tart
in an act of grace
their heavenly recipe
was kept secret sold
For some love is a battle with glue
Stuck in a kinetic rainbow rue
Slipping on sunshine melting moon’s mood
Tenderness designed on brain as blue tattoo
Turquoise touch feverish and concise
Winning red heart blowing pink mind
And every single day it is valentine’s
For feelings glow like gold inside
Can’t find a card to cast my spell
Will work hard to show and tell
Nothing I write seems to share
Just how fabulous it is to care
I hear love songs all are about you
Whether sad or glad I’m in the mood
Dreaming of things we wanted to do
In book of love season one page two
Those who would rule? It.. Will eventually rue.'
Trust
Trust is fragile, yet so strong
In relations must belong
Of value beyond all worth
Than all the gold on the earth
Trust has high inherent risks
Often puts one in good stead
Should hidden motives exist
Relations eulogies read
Trust, like an old China plate
With hundreds years of use
E’en by King Henry the Eighth
Will always fail to abuse
Flip the plate high o’er and o’er
Handle with careless regard
Find it shattered on the floor
In hundreds of broken shards
By miracle, the pieces found
And glued in place bit by bit
Never will it be as sound
As before that careless flip
So with trust, and it is true
Abuse and misuse it, friend
It is a day you will rue
Will n’er be the same again
Teach me how to love again
Right now, I’m feeling numb and somewhat anxious
Because of your truly cruel rue
That’s why this is what I’m going through
Because of your truly cruel rue
That’s why this is what I’m going through
Understanding me in many ways
Lonely, loving you always
You ask me why I feel this way…
Because of your truly cruel rue
That’s why this is what I’m going through
Because of your truly cruel rue
That’s why this is what I’m going through
Because of your truly cruel rue
That’s why this is what I’m going through
Because of your truly cruel rue
That’s why this is what I’m going through
I can’t see right through this pain
I can’t see below or above the rain
I’m addicted to leaving home…
I’m leaving home to roam…
Truly…
Home
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Please teach me how to love
You know what I’m thinking of,
My lovely and heavenly dove
I’m addicted to leaving home
I’m leaving home to roam
Into my own cranium chrome
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I’m truly Home with Him by my side now
She is dark she is pretty
She has an easy grace
When she smiles sky's open
As she walk beauty accentuates
If me alliterates she's beauty me beholds
In her hugs me befoulded as am beffuddles
The in her me spy genna
Me spying beautiful l meadows of genna
When with her me fathom lilting nivarna
Her essence a paradise of carousel emotions
Her name is Rue an enchantress gem is she..
Though they were so few,
For rest of life I shall rue.
Remembering just
How I matter less each day,
Life sweeps memories away.
Rue
Stands in
Calmly queue
Small yellow buds
Sunbeams have fallen
On green sapphires
Shining bright
Gold spread
View
Mounted on a Missouri mule,
All my possessions in a sack.
The scorching sun, oh so cruel,
Sweat running down my back.
On the way to Kansas City,
To visit my older brother.
Angry still, what a pity,
From one thing or the other.
While crossing a swollen creek,
I only made it halfway through.
This trip started looking bleak,
When my mule threw a shoe.
Afraid of what was next in store,
My mount then loudly groaned.
Bolting off like Man of War,
With everything I owned.
I landed hard on my head,
No drug could ease the pain.
One more thing I had to dread,
It then began to rain.
Standing there all soaking wet,
Drops pelting off my dome.
Beginning now to regret,
I turned around and headed home.
I'm a small street,
big street,
narrow,
wide...
down street,
top street...
Important,
imposing,
left,
right...
Street of the dream, street of suffering,
streets of the lost
whores...
Rua do Sol
at noon,
moon street
at night...
abandoned dirty street
kid lying on the sidewalk,
intriguing dark street
robber...dangerous street...
river street,
beach street
passers-by street
passersby
hurried
elegant...
Augusta Street,
Florida...Fifity
Avenue...
Avenue, Gasse
alley without teeth
Old Town...
street of creatures
night, lovers...
Car streets and
of coaches...streets
parallel walkways
fashion...
street from anywhere
streets that lead
to failure or to
success...street
of people who live
in it and of those
pass her...
shopping street,
fairs, circuses...
Street of Memories and
forgetfulness...
Street, street...!
Rue,
With you
My mind is
Filled with worries.
You give me sorrow
Because of my error.
You bring remorse to my heart.
The reason why it is laden.
You have taught me to strongly lament.
You have given me the chance to repent.
Rage of potential writhes
Rears its demented face
Relegates a locked life
Region inhibits space
Respite from rejection
Regret's dull reflection
Renders welded gate
18th April 2021
Written for Contest:
Pleiades R
Sponsor:
Kim Merryman
After giving a huge trouble to my mom
I came to this world with a loud cry filling the room
My little whimper and sob troubled her,
Still she fed me without any burden.
My loud voice startled the neighbors,
Still she cared for me with a smile;
Scars and dusky skin made me ugly
Still she took me in her hands as I am her crown...
I fought for every little thing
Still she managed to console me;
I troubled her for the cozy things
Still she managed to buy it with her hard earned penny.
I wished for the branded things,
She tried buying whatever I wished;
She gave me a cozy life with a pretty smile,
Which hid our life of penury.
I wish to help my mom with my useful hands,
But I am a young girl still depends on her,
Her rugged looks are the result of her love
I rue for my actions but I am still her useless daughter.
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