Erratically-tossed sequins
Mark the places of night's stadium -
A netherworld of colored stones
For the spry flights of cherubim -
And Jehovah - madman or genius -
I cannot quite discern -
Overlays time upon us
And I'm a lowly spectator.
One angel keeps an amethyst -
Ignoring an agate - then ruby;
I do wonder if by chance
There's a rock somewhere for me ...
"Watch out! This here is much worse than falling timber!" --quote by poet
You flirt with risk one too many times.
The pin is p u l l e d; it's now airborne.
Oh boy, you've really overdone this one.
You chose the wrong toy to play with;
And this sword of Damocles blows BIG!
Mama sure wasn't around to warn ya...
I had a dream that felt so real,
Even awake, it felt surreal.
Sitting in my comfy chair,
Goosebumps rose as I sat there.
Reality hit—I caught my breath—
I almost tossed it out, a part of me to sudden death.
Tossed aside, cast away,
Taking life in stride, but losing my way.
Hurt, angry, feeling empty,
Overlooking life’s gifts—of which there are plenty.
Just so tired of the injustice,
Of tyranny, of turning away, and caustic
Jokes,
Hoax
Created by man in flesh and bone,
The high and mighty, perched on their throne.
Throwing the baby out with the bathwater,
Trying to survive each day, balancing on a teeter-totter.
Magma mater pinned to your lapel,
Casting all sins aside like a spell.
Reality sets in, and my eyes are wide open—
The tragedy of what could have been,
So grim.
The thing that I almost tossed out—
My soul, I shout!
They’re ugly and grown yellow
after being used awhile,
and rarely are they seen
except for when I smile.
I have a rare condition
that makes my mouth grow wetter.
I have to use one of these things
just to feel a bit better.
While at the movies one time,
my thing I could not find.
Searching in the darkness,
I almost lost my mind.
Three others like it are at my house.
But my dog on one left a gap.
When finding it, he bit it
and now it is for crap.
Only two are left now.
I worry they’ll get lost,
and to just replace one
is a ridiculous cost.
The other day I took one out
to eat my Subway sandwich.
When I went to put it back in,
I was in a pan-wich.
High and low I searched
everywhere I had been
between the bedroom and kitchen
and then I’d search again.
Then I had the strangest thought,
and though I had some doubt,
my mouthguard I had wrapped inside
the Subway wrapper. I almost tossed it out!
I almost tossed it out, yet till preserved
the flower vase, a gift from my sweet heart.
Confused, whether some respect it deserved !
She assured life long love, but got apart.
I almost tossed it out ! Couldn’t, till date.
She promised to be back within a week.
Weeks after weeks passed: But I’m bound to wait !
Couldn't guess her urgency, she left quick.
I almost tossed it out to throw in bin.
Years are passing by, couldn’t make up mind.
She is queen of my heart ! My valentine !
Vase is the only gift, she left behind.
Only treasure ! I almost tossed it out.
but sure to preserve : absolute, no doubt !
I always hated that wretched vase,
Ugly and past it’s best.
A bit like me if I’m honest.
(That was my wife’s favourite jest)
But she loved us both, especially the vase,
Which her grandfather left when he died.
And she was always his favourite,
So the thing was displayed with pride.
But when she passed, though feeling disloyal,
I hid it out of sight.
I didn’t have a use for it
But I thought the Red Cross might.
Then, watching an antiques programme,
You’ll never guess what I saw.
They had a vase just like my wife’s,
Worth ten thousand or more.
Did I tell you how I love that vase;
How I proudly display the thing?
And the first thing I tell my visitors is
“This beautiful vase is a Ming.”
Fall time is now here,
I must fall clean with some cheer.
Clothes to a woman's shelter they must go,
helping those in need before the snow.
The dresses, skirts and tops,
are from many different shops.
I even found a couple of hand bags,
pretty as could be still wearing the tags.
My son said,
will these boxes be marked in red?
Yes,
I guess.
I want this one,
take it and be done.
I am keeping all the money inside,
when I saw what he found I almost died.
Boy was he the big winner,
hope he will take me out for dinner.
The day was long, her eyelashes longer
batting them, only drove my lust stronger
I was light on my feet, she’d light fingers
I traversed hot coals, yet coldness lingers
How cruel this night, corrupt and broken
Rolex watch gone, one silk hose her token
(I almost tossed it out), but couldn’t part
that laddered stocking, of a high-class tart
I stood at the edge of the universe,
cradling a heart wrapped in twinkling lights,
an ornament for a tree
that never adorned my sitting room.
“What a quirky thing, this love,” I thought,
as you strode in, a meteor in a suit,
sprinkling stardust on my insecurities.
“You’re a masterpiece, even in progress,”
you said, while I toyed with tossing it all out -
how to love someone
who stumbles over his heart
while tying his shoelaces.
But your smile halts the universe,
a speed bump on this cosmic highway,
drawing me back,
sipping the absurdity
of loving you while juggling shadows.
So, I didn’t discard it.
I placed it beneath my pillow,
a tangled reminder that even as doubt enfolds,
this messy web of love is worth unraveling,
that perhaps in loving you, the gap
between who I am and who I’m becoming
might close.
Six numbers on the screen
I am sure they look familiar
The birthdays of loved ones
Chosen to make it simpler
I look again and rub my eyes
I'm sure there is no doubt
But where is the ticket?
Have i tossed it out?
My husband coming home from work
Is shocked to hear my news
We've got the winning numbers
Although we may just lose
I don't know where the ticket is
My husband starts to scout
Where did you last have it?
I must have tossed it out!
Bewildered I retrace my steps
And think of where I've been
Just as I give up all hope
I find it in the bin
The crumpled ticket found
I start to scream and shout
A luxurious life awaits me
To think I almost tossed it out!!
It isn’t yielding much result,
I’m still living below the bread line,
I don’t get a full night's sleep,
I still haven’t gotten the desired reap.
I come home after a hectic day,
Behind a closed door is a gloomy ray,
My kitchen gives me a cold comfort,
Nothing there commiserates my labour.
Not a star I see in you my father says,
I worry when I think about you,
I want to shut the door to my muse,
Believing it’s not a worthy fuse.
I pour myself into my art,
Amidst my turbulent part,
My father doesn’t see a serious son,
He sees the least of his children.
I almost tossed it out,
But for the joy it still brings,
But for its swift wings,
It’s a river that flows to me.
At night I still see the sky’s yellow eye,
I think it isn’t a lie,
The man outside may not be the one my father wants,
The one inside buoys the one on the outside who is on the path to a blooming meadow.
October 17, 2024.
Life has tossed me 'til I weep,
and only dreams in sleep I keep;
perhaps then when I close my eyes
I will see the pure blue skies
without a trace of stormy clouds,
and with no sign of ghostly shrouds.
Maudlin
Crossing
Dateline
Morning
Maudlin by a failed winter's crossing,
Your heat's dateline onto the morning.
across storm tossed skies
lightning strikes launched their gauntlets ~
thunder's voice bellowed
He tossed his happiness in the air.
It bounced and cascaded here and there.
Those that caught it hadn't a care,
and hearts were light every where..
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