Don’t know what was wrong with Aunt Jenina
Though her face bore a dull green patina
Her pancakes sure tasted good
Like buttermilk pancakes should
We rued the day she switched to farina
His heart would flutter, so in love was he.
She was smart, well-read, and a great beauty
So under the moon, on his bended knee,
He pleaded with her, "Will you marry me?"
The answer, "yes", he was relieved to hear,
Then they both decided the time next year.
"But your diamond takes longer, true, I fear."
He rued the remark that saddened his dear.
"Oh, it will be shipped to you by and by.
'Bout ten years", he said, for he could not lie.
"It's a rare red diamond that I did buy,
And lodged in an asteroid in the sky."
"When the rock flies near to our planet's place,
We will send up a rocket to its face,
So we can dig out the gems from its base,
And you will wear a ring from outer space".
The butterfly counts months not memories,
Of the springs and autumn that passed away.
Emancipation from all mortal bonds,
Memories afflicted only with inscrutable fond.
Draped with lamentation of the gone days,
Repairing to the valley of desolation,
Where the pieces of those leaf-like memories,
Still hold on to the transitory trees.
A spectacular array of,
The days that we had rued,
And the inclinations of beings that were true.
Without the consciences of right,
Or wrong; which makes one love or
Hate limitless.
But inevitably memories were made,
Through some did perish away,
But the butterfly counts months not memories.
Especially the ones that made our bond.
In life he had lots of rued
That put him in a very bad mood
He hated others
Even his own brothers
It caused his life to be screwed
A covered bridge across a lake
Spanning decades without break
A steadfast soldier tried and true
Never querulous, sans ado
Yet those who trod across its planks
Never gave a word of thanks
But without thought for its provide
Always made the other side
Until one day a storm did come
The likes of which no man has seen
The faithful bridge it did succumb
Yet fell it did with noble mien
And when the tempest had its say
Its fury done, the wind at bay
The planks in heaps strewn on the ground
Began to make a creaking sound
For as the sun rose in the sky
Its healing rays and warmth did give
The sodden wood a chance to dry
And renewed its will to want to live
And those who came and saw the mess
Then realized truly they'd been blessed
They rued that they had been so vain
And vowed to build their bridge again
And so together worked as one
All misconceptions were now gone
For with one mind they worked the wood
And saw that it was very good
In Air Jorden’s he strode proud,
with name-brands he stood
apart.
In closets
sneakers walked
not far from their boxes.
Heel to toe stock grew
Well known on eBay,
to barter, trade and pay
he paved the way
Fake stuff,
imitations led to
litigation
financial gloom.
Nike rued the day
his wife
put down her foot
gave him what for,
then ran away
in cut-price
footwear.
When angst and hate my rancor stirred
Fuming indignation, reddening my face,
Emotions choked as muscles tightened,
Slurring my speech, abandoning grace;
And rational discourse then disappeared
Vowing vengeance to correct a wrong,
Dissonance hollered, yet no one listened,
Donning grimace that discords prolong.
Denouncing voice of the unjust, unfair,
I brewed in anger, drowning in malaise,
Despising disgust that misdeeds convey
Engrossed in egoistic, despicable ways.
When pettiness of feud conscious decried
Longing for peace soon buried my pride,
Conjuring sensibilities of forgiveness divine,
Rejecting impulses cordiality was denied.
As laments mellowed calming ego’s demands,
Mending misunderstandings sanity won
And dialogue sought armistice of win, win
When penitence rued things said and done.
Embracing silence, we hugged in remorse
Vowing to reconcile that which roiled us;
We understood, accepted, found balance,
Questing for benevolence~ loath to fuss.
July 1, 2022
Placed 2nd: Forgiveness Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Anoucheka Gangabissoon
ego subdued
upward his soul flew
~ time lost rued
What never was rued when was said,
And even what no one did say
When strangely did hurt them today,
Fire in love had to show its red.
When stirring heart was laid afore,
And words of lips sweet nothing said,
But wispy eyes vaguely conveyed,
It reached straight to the deepest core.
Heart hears the hinted never said—
Even the faint stirrings of flesh,
Quiescent love if glows under ash,
Eyes tend to read the intended.
For, true remorse helps love endure,
As dormant love works out the cure.
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Reminiscing |38.12.2020, revised Jan 2023| love
Poet’s note: The twosome had had their differences. Their heart was willing, mind, not so sure to forget the past, but love triumphed to endure.
Hectic day, the device beeped incessantly:
Salient, superficial, attended all, not to skip,
the vital from the plethora of logs.
Voices buzzed interminably : known, alien,
the bulk superficial and unknown;
Irritated, lulled the apparatus to silence;
urged own moments from the bustles!
That mercy on the mode,
the lulling turned erroneous; fateful!
Rued the decision; the most urged one,
was missed like never before!
Irony! Took the tool to ring back; came another,
vital one, as clarion call.
Engrossed in the pivotal, forgot the ring, missed again;
no sooner did arrive, reclined, took the device to recall.
Fated! On that very moment, the gadget beeped again,
to convey the harrowing, the man behind the missed call, was no more!
The abrupt demise of the yearned voice, numbed the core!
Dumbfounded! how could that be the last call?
That last glimpse! That intimate husky voice!
Unable to hold the irrevocable;
Unruly drops rolled down from the sterling eyes unbidden:
A mere heave: could have catched that beep of the last call!
Mother asked her big brother to pass the sugar;
big brother ruined it by splashing on liquor;
father rued spilt liquor by throwing his jigger
that hit sister who lit an elbow hard slammer
straight into the hand of their rare guest and butcher;
butcher stood to secure a full-face slap on her;
slap missed, striking their napping, fat cat to a blurred
flying fur on shriek tour that dog crashed with claws bore;
clawed dog wailed and bailed, dragging tail out wee dog
door where he ran to distance pain until a looper
stopped his scooter – close by was one giant cougar;
too pooped to care, tired dog flopped right then and
right there; dog closed eyes, cougar cleared throat, then
croaked, ‘Hey, Lassie, are you insanely blind to cougar
claw lugers?’; dog moaned, ‘A quick cougar corker beats
home murder.’
The sky was filled with starlight,
clear as transparent glass.
Yet everyone seemed uptight -
the judges who ruled en masse,
earthly stars who shone over-bright.
A winner would be chosen tonight -
one whose talent could not pass,
one whose speaking would ignite,
one whose manner boasted crass
one whose dress was way-too-tight,
Miss Nomer true, would have no might.
yet she’d become the favored lass
who'd speak out for her city's spite -
in a state of civil impasse,
with its past of assault outright.
The sky transparent filled the night
the starlight was but broken glass.
The also-rans who rued their plight
attacked Miss Nomer's verbal sass
who stood her ground with sharp backbite.
September 5, 2021
My loss, not to notice
With whom coexist I.
My shame, not to think twice
On these fellow creatures
With their cringing natures.
Looked down of their maker
And my accuser-God!
In that tread space, number
Invites too night's lone view.
Love's rued; Life's in review.
Written by Gail DeBole
on April 20, 2021
A woman desperate for fame
Who only had herself to blame
Decided to wed
A stranger named Ted
Which was an action quite lame.
A month after each said, “I do.”
They each called the other a fool.
Each yelled, “I don’t.”
“Stay with you, I won’t."
Their wedding was a day they both rued.
In youth I learned to jump
First off steps, then rooftops
Spirit of adventure
Nurtured in the heart of a child
Preschool acrobat twirling on my head
Grandma swatted my bottom
Repeated words like Tomboy
Never learned to be ladylike
Catholic school discipline
Uniforms, religion classes, daily mass
Never satisfied with any accomplishment
Even the nuns called me “perfectionist”
Blessed with storytellers in my family
Dad and sis would send me to dreamland
On the wings of a unicorn
Or Shakespeare’s amazing plays
Family and friends I hold dear
Each has influenced my thinking
I learned to offer support in troubled times
And to thank God every day for special people
Unable to have children
The most crushing blow
Accepted at a young age
But rued for a lifetime
Lover of Jack London, John Steinbeck
From Jack, I found adventure
From John, I learned compassion
Dickinson’s poetry touched my heart
If I can find a way
To make a friend feel joy
Then this is my mission
Comforter, nurturer
November 16, 2020
For Silent One’s “It's a part of me - Life and the perceptions and philosophies you hold Poetry Contest.”
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