Wicked chocolate slab
Marking a milestone
A table for two indoors
Missing the threesome
Not there, three decades
To jubilate from afar
Toasting another year
Wishing her more power
Torn apart so long
Strangers in the dark
Genes beat reality
Ties that knit tightly
The golden child
Mirroring the original
On top of the world
For a slice of cake
I feel so much
yet show so little
the pounding in my chest
as i push it down
slowly
into that little jar
buried deep
into the pit of my stomach
day after day
i repeat
feel
push
forget
until one day
i push to hard
and forget how to feel at all
is this even real?
they say i have so much
friends
family
faith
hands always reaching
so why do i feel so unseen?
they call me weak
they call me dramatic
little do they know
my past was traumatic
and it still lives inside of me
no matter how many layers
i try to pull back
and peel
i can never find
what once was real
i scream
and i scream
and i scream
but nothing comes out
my screams are silent
i curl up
i shake
wanting to wake
wanting to feel
wanting to know
that i am real
Slice!
breathe
one
two
three
there
for a moment
i can finally feel
tell me
is this the only way
i remeber
that i am real?
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captured sunset on a plate
flaky, fluted crust
the filling—sweet pumpkin warmth
flavors of autumn
cinnamon and cloves
fork slides through
sigh
autumn lingers unfinished
though cold drops november
rain and waits undiminished
'til native summer sun remembers
what could unmake
when days full ache
bloom autumn colors
quick winter all borders
golds greens yellows
reds purples browns
a rusted rainbow frowns
as leaves scoot over meadows
fallen from mountain forest
after fields have given harvest
a father of one teaches his son.
chase catching leaves for fun
they twist turn swivel pirouette
lunge leap slide slice 'til earth is whet
while boy staggers with arms stretched
missing while dad knows misdirect fetched
two and three leaves while son fustrated
cries to quit but egged on infuriated
at last by chance or by experience
claps and traps one in victory dance
Copyright © Cornelius Brantley | Year Posted 2024
If Trump were to croak, say, by slipping on a slice of papaya,
how long before his ilk would see it as a heavenly sign and run it by a
biblical scholar who would then be given the imperative
to scour the Bible to come up with a plausible narrative
to prove that Trump's death was another example of a suffering messiah?
Maternal never came natural to you
But laugh we did, crazy things you would do,
You caused so much angst, guilt and tension,
But my mother you were, with your fair complexion,
Years went by and we muddled along more
My tears mostly dry, almost closed the door
Beautiful you were I see this all now,
Wish you could see me, and express your pride how
I'm happy and safe, Ed is my rock.
Wish you could meet my friends, my eddy, my flock
Think of you often, today is your day
So I'll bid you goodnight, one thing left to say
Your beauty is famed, your legend is known
I'll see you one day, when I am full grown
Spine chilling velocity
Willing feverish ferocity
Pollution spilling atrocity
Pushes our buttons
Top billing forging
Fiendish drilling pomposity
Gluttons gorging in the isles of muttons
Coining the term “purloining”
Plunder even here down under
Cast asunder..can hear the thunder
In the proud land of
The long white cloud
Scold from the fold to heal
But won’t listen..do a deal
Gaudy gems appeal..glisten
History sold for pieces of gold
Cower to phoney crony power
Dour Parasites roll the dice
Show pony baloney hour
Off their heads...now divining
Mining our whining sea beds..
Palaver of scour..devour and sour
Splice our shining slice of paradise
Vice rather than stories of glories told
Voraciously gobbling veracity
Audaciously hobbling precocity
Generosity wobbling even in the home
Of lengthy Cumulus Curiosity…
Not being funny
In this Land of Milk & Honey
Won’t kowtow to the cash cow
Getting out of hand
Because the answer forever
Whatever will never ever
Be just money!
Where to cut it? It all depends.
If you take too much off the ends,
you will waste a lot of money.
This vegetable's expensive honey -
but if you err the other way,
you'll be chewing half the day.
Make a decision. Have some guts.
Where to slice asparagus?
Words
May seem to
Cut and slice
Or even break
What is already
Complete..
Until those
Words themselves
Appear as
Already complete...
Words
May seem to
Cut and slice
Or even break
What is already
Complete..
Until those
Words themselves
Appear as
Already complete...
slice of lemmings
white wilderness suicide
thank you walt disney
the smell of country
a little slice of heaven
a welcomed feeling
Slouching, sleepy in the little arm chair, eating cake,
Our country on the screen, there isn’t much at stake.
Drowning out the tacky tunes with our laughter,
It’s harmony,you see, that everyone is after.
Harmony, like this, in your living room together,
Flags and funny costumes, it’s times like this, nothing’s better.
Maybe peace is best achieved through art,
Oh Europe, please
keep open
your musical heart.
Today, l believe l saw little slice of heaven on earth
In the midst of the Yorkshire Dales
Driving through narrow winding country roads
Surrounded by the grandeur of magnificent green vales
Never have l seen such splendour
As these undulating sculptured fields of art
Embracing my being with indescribable joy
Wrapping loving hands around my heart
No words l have within me
Can describe its celestial worth
Today, l truly believe l saw
A little slice of heaven on earth
Just for starters a chocolate ice
with Vanilla fudge,a penny a slice!
quick,it's going at half-price.
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