CHERRY WAVES
HEARTS I CRAVE
lust is a battle
don't see me waver
lust is a savor
savoryyyy
honey, ur so sweet
my delectable treattt
coming home with me?
no?
okkk
I never thought it could be this way
But now my honey's left me astray
She never thought to stay
My darling girl has ran away
Her name was Vanessa
Golden hair to her toes
Vanessa, my queen
I never gave you a rose
A love so unfair
It couldn't be shared
My darling girl is done
Up in smoke, vanished in air
I love my dear
This is true
It's just as sincere
That I love you
Through turmoil and valleys
We climb together
Through treacherous journeys
We faced the weather
No matter the time
We're always better together
I love you, sweet girl
Did you get this letter?
She never gets off the phone first
I can clean my house and vacuum while she is on speaker
She does not seem to hear the noises I am making
Because they are not her noises, so they are inconsequential
She tells me her stories, who she is arguing with this week
What they said, how she took it, why she is angry
She is perpetually angry and loves to blitz this anger down the phone line
I am scrubbing my toilet now; she does not hear the flush
It is not her noise
Thus, it does not
Interest her
My feelings for today
Are some people just display
Total disregard for others
In a confined space
With many people in place
All you can think about is You
Aware only of yourself
Complete dismissal for anyone else
Where does such arrogance come from?
You feel superiority to the rest
No compassion do you possess
How did you become so self absorbed?
You selfishness causes confusion
Creating doubt and disillusion
Disappointment in mankind
Believing rules don’t apply to you
You just do what You intend to do
Is the utmost contempt
No spoken word will set you straight
Or will ever resonate
As for you…. You are all that matters!
Can you see beyond the end of your nose?
Could you be just a wee bit too confined
To yourself, and the needs of others dispose
Can you see beyond the end of your nose?
The legitimate worth another might disclose
Who consider themselves of an equal mind
Can you see beyond the end of your nose,
Could you be just a wee bit too confined?
Written July 10, 2021
Talking. Talking. Talking. At first it is fun, maybe even entertaining.
You are not sure exactly sure when it turns, but it does.
Suddenly the monopolizer’s ramblings no longer seem charming.
Patience worn thin, you try a few times to interject a word.
There is no pause, no break. Constant talking. Inane talking. Nonsense talking.
You try blatant rudeness. Still no pause.
Suddenly you are annoyed, irritated, angry.
It is the same feeling you get as when you put your turn signal on and watch
Incredulously as six cars and a truck speed up, so you miss your turn off the freeway.
Rudeness personified. Self-centeredness to the inth degree. Magnificently selfish.
I walk away as she obtusely, self-absorbed, is still talking, talking, talking.
She yells after me in a way that indicates that I am the rude one.
I wave, resolving to forevermore avoid this non-listener
like the plaque that she is.
this looming life of solitude
left listening to your woes
a dark depressing melody doth it compose
I whisper words that wander wearily
my voice escapes thine ears
solitary without sympathy
dealing in your reprimand
my voice you hear
my meaning you do not understand
(Parody of "The Passionate Shepherd to His Love)
Come stay with me and be my maid
and once a month you will be paid.
("under the table" it will be;
no taxes taken out by ME!)
You’ll clean the toilets and make my bed,
and see the kids and pets get fed.
The benefit for you will be
in sending cash to family
you’ve left behind in Mexico,
while in the States you’re “laying low.”
Your being here will help me too.
I’ve so much work for you to do!
I’ll save a lot of my OWN dough
(We won’t let Immigration know).
Yes, come and stay with me and mine.
America’s “Dream” can be divine!
For Dr. Ram Mehta's Parody contest
All of my dreams
All I have thought
All of my hopes
All I have sought
All of my prayers
All I have bought
All of my life
All I have fought
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