We were together during the time of my youth
I was fascinated by us because we loved in truth
There wasn't anything we wouldn't share with each other
I think we both knew that we wanted to take things further
What I didn't realize at that moment is that no one loves like you do
No one would tolerate me regardless of what we go through
No one would understand and cater to my emotional needs
No one would compromise instead of giving me the third degree
No one would put meaning into music and dedicate it to us
No one would spend time with me without being so much in a rush
Time has proven to me that I let a good one get away
I'm going to live with this regret each and every day
True I was young and immature and trying to find out who I was
It seem as though this is something that everyone does
You were a constant reminder every time a relationship failed
In pain I would always wonder how far your ship as sailed
I wish on the day I married you i knew what I knew right now
No one loves the way you do because they don't know how.
sun has baked the metal arm of this chair
I may have a third degree burn now
it is easy to ignore the pain
vitamin D uplifts and refreshes me
a dragonfly daintily flies toward me
is that a locust? no another dragonfly
I sit on this sun porch soaking up rays
it is a calm hot August day
I spy three more dragonflies
for the first time realize how colorful my shirt is
oranges, turquoise, blues, purples and pinks
they probably think I am a giant flower
Born with the skin I'm in
likely for all my life,
the color, some describe to be
a shade of pasty white.
Those sunshine rays
are no friend to me,
I seek the shade as shelter,
and safety beneath the trees.
I've suffered the pain of many burns,
some as close to third degree,
my skin tone is so white,
it at times distresses me.
Never will I get a tan,
my skin is melanin free,
a pinkish hue for color,
is as close as I'll ever be.
No time is spent at beaches
or drifting with the tides,
the shore provides no places,
for a guy like me to hide.
If it seems like I'm complaining,
perhaps, that could be true.
My whiteness curse or privilege
well.....
I'll leave that up to you.
Moods shift like a wildfire in a violet -virulent wind.
Everything that flees is freed or scorched -scarred.
Everything left behind prays with unmatched intensity.
Emotions and levity are assigned to the grave.
Some guardian angels are successful.
Others are perpetually on sabbatical.
A few are just too damned green.
Or too blind to make any difference.
I'm told to have unwavering faith.
But I always waver to the third degree.
I'm told not to question, but I always question...
With unmatched intensity....
We live in terminally moody times.
If you wish to seek it, just follow the music.
It's the sound of a tin can against asphalt.
The melody is the echo of the lost.
Humanity sucked into an apple, a smartphone- a PlayStation.
The babysitter and her boyfriend
have AI on the brain.
If you find it, there is no rescuing it.
It's become necrosed and hollow-eyed.
Burnt beyond recognition.
Humanity in a tin can ward
with third-degree burns
over 100 percent of its soul.
The new world is in raggedy disorder
Jesus can't come soon enough.
Jack was nimble...
Jack was quick...
Jack once jumped over a candlestick.
But time flies,
and the world turns.
What an embarrassing place for third degree burns.
It is the part of me that you cannot see
When my temperature is rising to the third degree
It is the part of me that is crying out for more
When I enter the dance floor
The whisperers are in the room
Breaking the golden rule
The travellers are standing in line
Pacing back and forth the terminal gate
And the widows waiting in the deserted camp sacrifice
All that they have, lie cold bare and
thin in the desert spreading their frivolous skirt
For a sip of jin while they with for
The travelers to commit the hideous sin
And the men on the mount waiting for
The merchant ships to take a dip
Cross my heart before you make that start,
Cross my heart before you board the train
This is not a game; it is the system that is insane
Wait for the code before you enter the show
Cross my heart and you will see it in
Plain and living colors
Just cross my heart and destiny will deliver
My boiling point’s hit third degree;
‘Lying swathed in euphoric slick.’
Your lyrics demand a reply;
What’s up with no resolution?
Left an out of sync melody,
finish every strum that you pick;
I am aware your humor’s wry,
but so is my ammunition;
I’m what you need to amplify,
don’t you dare mistreat my passion.
I'm sure you've noticed throughout your life
There are definite rights and wrongs
As soon as you determine which is which
You'll be singing a happy song
It won't always hit you like a ton of bricks
When it does you surely will see
The error of your ways pretty damn quick
As you face the third degree
When I was young and learning the ropes
It soon became obvious to me
You can't really take things that aren't yours
It didn't take me long to see
So as of this day, my conscience is clear
Must say I've led a very clean life
Always travelled the straight and narrow
Listen up, it's very sound advice
Third degree burns? I just get hot;
Finally, deep enough to wound;
Painful skin grafts can't get a shot,
to my frequency you were tuned;
Beneath the surface desire crooned,
I'll be your willing apprentice;
Eyes flashing 'Danger' I just swooned,
thriving in a consuming kiss.
I'm sure you've noticed throughout your life
There are definite rights and wrongs
As soon as you determine which is which
You'll be singing a happy song
It won't always hit you like a ton of bricks
When it does you surely will see
The error of your ways pretty damn quickly
As you face the third degree
When I was young and learning the ropes
It soon became obvious to me
You can't really take things that aren't yours
It didn't take me long to see
So as of this day, my conscience is clear
Must say I've led a very clean life
Always travelled the straight and narrow
Listen up, it's very sound advice
Santa went down a chimney in Twin Creeks
Now sadly he can't sit down for two weeks
Because what he didn't know
Was the embers were aglow
Giving him third degree burns on both cheeks.
A Fun Holiday Limerick Poetry Contest
Written on 14th November 2022
Sponsored by Tania Kitchin
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Curiosity
I woke to a word that was beyond me,
Comment of some familiarity,
Foraging my senses most thoroughly,
Locating lots of discarded debris,
This way, I gave myself a third degree,
In hopes, I shed this stifling mystery,
Dictionary as clear as the Black Sea,
At last, I discovered a remedy,
Twas the source and impetus of Curie.
2022 August 29
*RZ & HMS; 10 syllables per 9 lines.
Scars
They’re all I have
Like a third-degree burn to the soul
Visible on the outside
But worse, deep within
My scars they have a story
One I’ll be able to tell
When my healing begins
If baseball were life and
innings were seasons,
I'd sometimes play the Center-
a neutral spot with few extremes,
time enough for Short Stop dreams.
Don't care to be First-
it takes too much ego
Second is always forgotten.
Three is definitely, surely out
evading the Third degree.
Right is that nev--er/ne--ver land--
a place your brain goes to die.
Of all positions and spaces of Play,
I prefer to be out in Left Field.
There's no place Home.
(Always keep the ball on your eye.)
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