Our lament for time well spent…with Farmer's market regulars Pip & Lizzie the pair are a sartorial oracle and festive fillip with follicle flair....was a delight to share forever memories at our locavore lair...
Through the mist of memories we sift
With whiffs of yesteryear cheer sniffed
Rides on sublime tides of time we drift
Rain again regulars refrain visit biffed
Others defending..spending limit thrift
Quiffed punter chunter I've been stiffed
Will harp on gets swift short sharp shrift
After rafter of laughter graft or grift
Miffed by dafter manager’s latest rift
Not the first time we have ever tiffed
One thing that will always give us a lift
Makes our hearts sing on a busy shift
Stops any tizzy thrill of fill of Phil & Lizzie
A heaven sent present our favourite gift..
To draw the string back, with a notched arrow,
To sense the taut twine pull against and test
The strength of stiffed up shoulders and flexed chest—
But not to loose the arrow at the sparrow;
To aim, to wait, to track through the narrow
Cracks between webbed branches, to feel one’s breast
Beating boldly, and breath deep, slowed, suppressed—
But not to shoot the shot at the sparrow;
Oh the bitter pangs of deeds not done, thoughts
Unsaid—how viciously they gnash and gnaw!
And of duration, long and dreadful are
The laments of a pounding heart’s grim knots.
Ah, what work it is such ice then to thaw,
As that of one who’s soul has missed its star.
Caught between Life and death
With roaring and panic
Looking for hands but none
With glowing eyes.
Heavy breathe and gasp
But none to show
Dive right to left
Waiting for the Joy that ceasen't
All eyes curious and expectant.
All legs stiffed to the ground
Like a statue or maniquine.
All faces furious but anxious
All waiting for the arrival of the eternal Joy
There the Joy is,slow and relaxed
Though uncomfortable
In pain and agony she laments
What have I done ?
Adam and Eve, you're evil !
The man standing,
willing to help, afraid of danger and complications.
Why must I suffer ?
Baby pls come,find your way here.
There the Joy is.
Lying still.
Rokatru runes of olive wood coming soon,
my heart and mind does drool for these new runes.
My runes charged . Hope my order show up late
Round disks of wisdom ,Odhin’s wisdom -I feel great.
Irate relation is finished with my gift,
And talk a miss I hope I am not stiffed .
Talk with my kin we are a chasm apart,
Over this issue I feel I’m an upstart.
And Cash was paid to Gemma for wrong ,
futhark,s
Unfinished instructions left me in the dark..
Intently I wait to get this deal straight ,
rocky ride is contentment , my runes late..
A poem for you
In hope my feelings could come through
A poem where sky would not be blue
But filled with you
While knowing I am grey to you
Wishing I could grow a lotus for no matter how
tiny bit of a seed it is
While you have put on emotions of budhha
Making your poem stiffed with cold
From the winter that has it's origin from you
Is this poem bound for desolation
a failed voyage for me that is adrift
"By the raging storm of my feelings"
In the Land of the Lost, on my floor;folks crazed
A wod jane does yell trash in flush room.; felt miffed
My nerves tense, on this floor -I’m on edge;feel brash
Here 8 months there is no hope in sight; feel stiffed
There’s an old bag here that bums for cash; she’s trash
How to be sane ? I then write poems; do art
Strange sounds comes when my roomy does sleep-old old pfart
I tell him stop it please I crash hard; mind dazed,
Need more cash to live here.I say your; bucks due.
Funds, ask your kin be nice small talk will help you
First two floors and 3 west folks seem not so bad.
I hope the other wards are fairer, am glad,
Nice things to state about the Vigi,caff great.
I like tuna sarnies all dressed please;first rate
I am finished with this poem with much heart .
The awake awakened with wide eyes wide-opened.
Calls of the screaming sea, calling calls ceaselessly.
Pound-pounding ears attend, weakening abandon,
wend sea claps yonder, and then only beyond then,
toasting impacts extend hosting eyes to pretend.
Gestures the forgiving, bestirs the towering,
ceaseless battering and charging colliding send,
the onslaught incursion shape equal dispersion.
Sea cliffs under pressure free stiffed asunder sever,
cast in watery graves caused by tottery waves.
Assembling forethoughts resembling onslaughts,
the battered is scattered about,
and the shattered, splattering doubts.
New roles, the lesser deep as guardians o'er a wet scrapheap,
shorn from tempestuous holds ...
fragmented carnage neath ruling waves rolled.
I wonder, why would someone dig in graveyards in the night
If they knew that I was here, they would get such a fright
A spade digs in the darkness, I can hear but cannot see
Digging in the darkness doesn’t make much sense to me
Could it be that there’s illicit actions going on
Could it be that someone’s got a body they want gone
Still they dig, they’re going deep, I hear the soil shift
I’m in no doubt they’re getting rid of someone that they’ve stiffed
I keep my presence secret as they dig into the ground
Then all at once I hear a slightly hollow wooden sound
They’ve come upon a coffin that they didn’t know was there
A final resting place but they proceed without a care
They should just drop the body in that's needing to be hid
I hold my breath when one of them decides to lift the lid
The moonlight makes me blink and as my bony grin grins wide
I say, ‘Try another cubicle… this one’s occupied.’
14 October 2021
For Contest: Something Spooky
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin
The man I once was
is a visual echo
fading into naught.
There was a time
I felt achingly hollow
and pressingly weighed.
starved and stiffed by doubt,
gone far past the sunken place
to deeps starkly dark.
Eventually,
time did thin the choking void,
eventually.
Release your taxes, no previous guilty verdicts,
No trail of stiffed creditors, no history of predatory
Sexual activity, no bullying or name calling,
No negative opinions of people of color or
Preferential opinions of white nationalist organizations,
No obvious lying, no golfing when you can't play
Without cheating, no cheating on your wife,
No picking homophobic vice presidents,
Must have a college writing and reading level,
No accusing or insulting falsely sitting presidents,
Hero senators or opponents, must have a sharp
Memory and no bone spurs, don't hire the
Best of the best that turn out to be the worst of the worst,
No setting policy that hurts America, don't hate those
Who don't do your illegal bidding and like those
Who kiss your ass, can't be a hypocrite and you can't
accuse the media of fake news when you have been fake all your life.
Written By: D. Collins 2/26/19
He brought Putin with him as a partner in crime.
Working in cahoots to rob America blind.
Creating diversions while slipping in bots.
And, distance between the "Haves and Have-Nots."
Controversy is their single game plan.
Trump is the mouth, where Putin is "The Man."
All of his staff had ties to Russia and Ukraine.
It doesn't take much to run that across the brain.
"We Got Played" there is no question about that.
"Praise to the Party" has gotten us where we're at.
When it comes out in the wash, you'll catch my drift.
And, come to the conclusion that we got stiffed.
He brought it with him before he took the Oath.
And, it affects me, along with all of my folks.
We've become so dirty, it will be hard to clean.
But, we are masters of building self-esteem.
Intimate Inclination?
Is there something you crave more than intimate love,
Does it possibly occupy space of its own?
Could a man be deserving, your hand mate to glove?
Or are you more a serf, prone in front of a throne?
Is it foolishness dreaming that such love exists?
I think so (if our will): if God's Love then His gift!
Is it err to presume too, that such love persists,
You have earned sin's forgiveness, and you won't get stiffed?
Can just faith be sufficient? What sources this aid?
For we're on a cliff's edge with no rescue in sight?
And with debts too egregious to ever be paid.
Clear that death is our future, known fact of our plight!
I'd say justice too's something we long for although,
It's desired more when hurting and not when we win,
But our losses can humble us, stretch what we know,
It seems winning does little to free us from sin!
When you pray that your life gets protected from pain,
Is it ego that says? "Trust me, Lord, You're the ONE!"
Is the Truth what you're after or what YOU think's gain?
LOVE once prayed, "Not my will Lord, but Thy will be done!"
Long Tooth
August 10, 2018
MY DECEMBER
My little guy, precious one,
Felt pushed aside, by those lived among
Didn’t know the role you should fit in,
But like a sport, you stiffed your chin.
I was always there, you in my prayer
My December
You dared to live, refused to be denied
Til all you dreamed of, slowly died.
But remained our son,
In the face of every one.
Was held so dear,
year by year,
My December
You carried a hurt, I could never heal,
I came to know the hurt you feel.
Your restless wait, for dreams restored,
stubbornly withstood the cross you bore.
Come now with me,
be healed be free,
My December
New healing now comes from the Father of Light,
Straightened the crooked, made all wrong right.
The terror by night that you remember,
Nightmares of March, August, September,
Our God with me,
He’ll raise us high,
Our tears to laughter,
joys for tear we cried
Forgive and live,
for forever you are my,
My December
Who told you that?
You weren't there,
If I'm small to know,
Many tongue will err,
The listener is selling a tactful lie,
It's done with a croon,
I'm not a cruel heart to fly,
Every poison of truth settled to comply,
What else again?
I won't pick a brain,
Not about leasing you a reign,
She must be the older?
Yet still,I'm the beholder,
Where she's going I'm not caring,
Maybe when I do what she do,
Happiness will win for us two,
Mum already calls me Walkingshoes,
Thus the possession of active tools,
I'm lighted in a sun,
Come on,every work is ever done,
Since you're stiffed in my arm,
You're with the historical champ,
Secured from their wicked avenge,
Feel the trace of revenge,
Stay calmed!
Out drinking with an
Australian girl I knew
We met her friend
Two days away
From inheriting a
Fortune
She insisted we sit down
Outside an Italian place
To eat
She ordered a bowl of
Gnocchi
First time I ever ate it
Two or three mouthfuls
Well wow
& the rich girl to be
Took off & stiffed us
With the bill
& I still eat gnocchi
& I still hate the rich
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