It was after midnight,
when he slipped out of bed,
careful not to disturb,
the trailing streamers
of dreamers in la la land.
The house held its breath warm—
willing all within its walls
to stay asleep; not be stirred.
The creaks of timber stairs
were never heard, never slurred,
to blurt out their secrets and
break the stark, thin, brittle hush of night.
As he snuck into the kitchen,
the night light came on,
saving a bare-foot snub.
As he stooped to open the fridge,
he saw the note she left on the door,
from the day before, saying:
“I forgot to tell you the milk's a little off.”
He smiled at the crooked charm of the message,
feeling a ghost in the whispered warning.
Fed the milk to the cat.
It purred with delight.
Sometimes he thought, such tiny phrases,
slip in before they're noticed,
curdle before you taste them.
Only to slink away with a sting in their tale.
With that, he nodded and returned.
The fridge door slammed itself shut.
He wandered back to bed, on tiptoe, making no sound.
He left the light night burning,
for the shadows that rose on the landing,
and for the cat.
Both slunk away, back to bed.
A couple soon to be said newly wed,
yet swiftly snuck behind the family’s back
to swear the vow inside th’old shack,
quick forgot’n, buried a secret dread;
A reek awaftin’ out a country shed
left long and fast behind by Spring-heeled Jack,
the stench o’ rot stinkin’ from a sack
discovers a soiled corpse ‘n’a mangled head;
Well…, they ‘was a murder in the red barn,
an absence none—nor husband—could explain,
’til—guess,—what befell the fair lady’s kin?:
’twas a strange dream th’unwound the twisted yarn.
On that farm, packed ‘nside a sack o’ grain,
a body lay stuffed deep down ’n’a storage bin—
Friend,
Silence listens,—every thought we think,
each new feeling which soundless trickles by,
the twinge of untold pain, the snuck-in sigh,
are registered within the margin’s ink
Friend,
Silence listens (better than your shrink),—
in worries sunken deep below the “I”,
the subterranean soul, the scrying spy,
dutifully encodes each missing link.—
Observe the many mangled manners your mood
wrings its revenge out from your wet-cloth mind.—
To wrest the terror from your burning breast,
it twists your vision—perception, once skewed
unkowingly invites the shades inclined
to test your tensed chest’s breath of stressed rest.
It's amazing how much I thought I had healed.
I thought I found safety and happiness,
That I was moving past all the hurt from before.
But it just snuck it's way into this home.
Until every corner was wallpapered in hurt.
Until entering every room felt like walking onto the firing line.
"In the kitchen watch for him throwing dishes,
In the hallway he'll push you down or throw boots at you.
He'll kick the bathroom door down if you lock it but you can hide in the shower at his mom's house because he won't kick her door down.
Avoid the bedroom while he's awake at all costs".
I thought I had gotten better.
That he'd bring me safety.
I thought HE had gotten better.
But I plan my exits in every home we move into,
I try not to let him in-between the door and I,
So I can run when he decides he's angry.
I didn't do anything to deserve this sh*t.
I am kind.
I know I am.
I always try to be, at least.
But he tries to hurt me.
And I try to make peace.
I get it now.
Things aren't better.
And it wasn't because of me.
The rooster was in love, thrown off his feed, smitten
He had fallen in love with a gorgeous tabby kitten
The cat in question still lived with her sainted mother.
Don’t date a fowl bird! Warned her prejudiced brother.
The rooster could not stay away from his love’s alley.
He was totally love-sick for this kitten named Cali.
He put on his best suit and a fancy sombrero
Took his guitar and began serenading his cat in alley narrow.
Cali came to the window and began singing with the bird.
This is craziness! You are a baby, said her daddy, Tom Turd.
He told the bird to never come back, and chased him out of sight.
Rooster snuck back with a hack, and the lovers ran off that night.
From the corner of my eyes
I snuck a peak,
You always like to play hide and seek.
With a quick overview
I watched you scatter,
Attempting to make you splatter.
With irrational responses, I declared your demise
But the attempts were futile, because of your size
With you in the room
It was stealing my joy
I broke a glass jar and even a child's toy
But you came down from that wall
And very soon I watched you fall
Funny, you were right under my feet
That is where I announced your defeat!
You were hard to kill
But into the carpet your guts did spill
Overwhelmed with triumph, radiating from my face
A worthless cockroach has no residence in this place!
By: Sabina Nicole
I will order in just a minute.
If there’s grilled cheese, I want in on it.
Or maybe I could have some fries.
Which is on the menu to my surprise.
I enjoy a burger on some days.
But maybe not Mondays.
I want mustard on my shirt.
And guacamole on my skirt.
As long as I am full.
I don’t mind the messy toll.
I will order in just a second now.
This lemonade is already making me go “Wow!”
I asked what he recommended.
He says the fish is splendid.
In 15 minutes my order came out.
I wanted to see the delicious food he was talking about.
The fish was good, I took a bite.
But then I felt a new plight…
At the table next to me, a man ordered chicken.
I felt the plot start to thicken.
It looked so good, I wished for a bite.
I had to hold back with all my might.
As the man walked to the bathroom.
I felt sad in this dining room.
I snuck over and stole a little of his food.
It wasn’t much, so it wouldn’t ruin his mood.
But he came back to the table too fast.
I was chewing the chicken with his eyes overcast.
I told him the chicken was just ok.
But I’m glad I ordered the fish today.
dessert door dessert door
opens to custard and cream
but jester broke in
with bells and a spoon
. . . and
off with his head!
said the queen
dessert door dessert door
to a room of pudding galore
the king in his undies
snuck in there one night
. . . and
then went again
for some more
An endless page of poetry.lingering in my mind I saw you after our show lastnight
You were standing in a long line
You came to me so young and free
We spoke and laughed of love
You told me what I needed to hear
As you reached out to take my hand
We snuck away around the bend
As the voice's faded and we began
To hug and squeeze
Holding each other tight
And then you said
Can I stay the night
.
Lovely lady
Eyes of green
Lips like a snowfall
So soft and free
Come to me
We'll live a life
Of love and dreams
You are the one
Sweet luxury
Lovely lady
Eyes of green
Lips like a snowfall
So soft and free
A little spark. A work of art.
She lit the dark and filled my heart.
Around I turned to feel the burn.
There she lies. I’ll never learn.
She huffed and puffed and blew me down.
I was amazed at what I’d found.
She drifted high above the rest
But didn’t pass the acid test.
A little prick under the skin.
It’s quite the trick how she snuck in.
Then through the vein up to the brain
The little things drove me insane.
She soothed and smoothed my troubled brow.
She calmed my nerves, I don’t know how.
She laid me down. I felt so blessed.
But didn’t pass the acid test.
A little sign. A dream defined.
I drew the line there in my mind.
Then, unaware, without a care
I breathed her in like so much air.
She revved me up and sped my pulse.
Somehow, some way she got results.
I must admit, she did impress
But didn’t pass the acid test.
My daddy—he once told me
don’t ever play with nuns
they’ll hit you with their rulers
it won’t be any fun
I snuck out of that prison
and now I’m on the run
Once freed from that schoolhouse
I sunbathed in the sun
I stayed out late, I went on dates
looking out for number-one
When I think of what I went through
of all the tired repressive lies
I keep running wise, in slick disguise
my purpose is renewed
Don’t ever let ‘em tell you
you can’t have any fun
If they preach that hackneyed drivel
grab some things and run
.
.
Songs for this:
Cold Heart (PNAU Remix) by Elton John & Dua Lipa
I'm Still Standing by Elton John
Webster: hackneyed = uninteresting, unfun, dull and unoriginal.
*stolen almost directly, in spirit anyway, from that freewheeling rebel, Johnny Cash
**My first 8 years of school were parochial
A little sunbeam and a raindrop
came together one day
and developed some feelings
that would not wash away.
They danced through the Heavens
and hid behind clouds
for the feelings they had
would not be allowed.
Discovery came faster
then they wanted it to
and forces behind them
disrupted the two.
The sun and the raincloud
met and agreed .
They must split up,
this never could be.
The sunbeam and raindrop
both disagreed
and snuck back together
when both were set free.
But, all was forgiven
by the sun and the cloud,
when they saw the beauty
of what both had endowed.
The sunbeam and raindrop
could now join as one
and their love of each other
showed everyone.
Whenever it's rainy
and the sun peaks through.
The power of their love
is plainly in view.
A beautiful rainbow
appears in the sky,
with glorious colors
that catch everyone's eye.
Because of a Love
that could not be denied
a radiant rainbow
embraces the sky!
I have been waiting to see
Things meant to be
I have taken my life far from where I started
I will always miss the dearly departed
Time has passed on by
But for them I still cry
I feel so small under the night sky
I find myself still wondering why
I'm still here
Stepping past any fear
Looking to my past
Life has snuck by so fast
Memories sneak by
A silent tear falls from my eye
Hard to rise after a fall
Grateful that I can still stand tall
I see so much
In a world out of touch
I try to stand apart
Keep the love in my heart
But different than I was when I did start
Older
Bolder
Colder
A heart that easily can melt
When love is felt
Hard to stand alone
This life has shown
Family makes me strong
The battle has been long
Times I was wrong
But at times I was right
Doesn't keep me warm during a cold winter night
My heart is tired
Not so easily inspired
But I did my best
Time to rest
I hope I passed the test
When I was a child,
I had a tomcat that loved sleeping in my bed,
and a dog that lived outside
and barked at night when demons would come.
I wore sneakers, shorts,
and a green hat made from a burdock leaf.
I broke my neighbors' windows
with a slingshot just like
the kids from the Hidden Street.
I brought home flowers, wild strawberries,
pine buds, and shiny stones;
I caught butterflies and watched the sun
through colored glass fragments.
In the summer, I went to the sea with my parents,
built sandcastles, swallowed salty water,
gathered seashells for my collection,
and tanned like a corsair of distant southern seas.
My grandmother made me cherry and walnut jams
so I’d grow strong, while my grandfather
took me treasure-hunting in the forest,
telling stories of fairies, gnomes, and giants.
I snuck into the locker room to peek at girls,
wrote love notes, and went to secret meetings for first kisses.
In a few words, I was a boy like any other,
meant to grow into a man like any other — one of millions
of happy men. Now I only want to know
why things didn't turn out that way...
I snuck around the kitchen
Hiding behind the walls
"NO STEALING PIE" mom had warned me
But I won't listen, nothing wrong with having extra pie
So I reached out for the pie
But suddenly I witnessed A MOUSE with the Hat
It ran upstairs causing havoc
"Mother, brother is stealing pie."
Oh what luck, mission unsuccessful
Surely nobody would ask why the mouse was roaming around.
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