My toenail is ruining my life
he started by ruining my sock
pushing a huge hole into it
then he forced me to jump in a mud puddle
Now I am wet, cold and whimpering
Thanks toenail, I say in a loud perturbed way
toenail does not care; as usual.
Our love—a tattered tapestry in twilight torn,
Blood-stained vows, I ne’er should have sworn.
Yet still, I grasp the ghost of hope long dead,
Whilst my heart lies trapped in love’s unraveling thread.
Our past—a patchwork of promises loosely sewn,
A mosaic of miseries, lies I shouldst have known.
Colors once radiant now washed and bled,
As sorrow’s heavy tears soak each tender thread.
Our vows—etched upon withered parchment thin,
Sealed my fate with sorrow’s sanguine pen.
With futile needle I sought to mend,
The pale, torn veil of love’s forsaken end.
Our souls—once spun upon seraphim loom,
Star-crossed lovers ‘neath empyrean moon.
As fate’s spindle spins tenebrous threads taut and thin,
O’ how I yearn to weave us whole again.
But thou—unwind the tethered twine,
That once bound thy haunted heart to mine.
Where art thou now my false Valentine?
Lost in the warp where truth and treachery entwine.
And though thou hast sundered our seams apart,
Thy name shall ever remain stitched in mine heart.
—Edward
Under the gray velvet sky, treacherous winds sketch memories for you,
The closed window cannot stop the pain that pierces your soul deeply,
Beyond the horizon, another thirsty soul seeks the same breath of wind,
Like a wild river carving its path through the stones of silence.
Open your eyes and look deep into my silent gaze,
Your path is woven from memories, but ahead lies an endless trail,
You are not at the story's end, for hidden promises await you,
Not now, not yet, for the stars have not said all they have to say.
In the silence between heartbeats and the murmur of the wild wind,
Lies a truth like a shining diamond in the dark,
A silent call to step further on the path of life,
Until the moon caresses your sleep with its gentle light.
You are here, constantly becoming, ready to rise from the ashes,
To face the storms with your steadfast and endless courage,
You are alive, you are now, you are here, and your story is still being written,
It has not ended yet, for infinity awaits you with open arms.
Treacherous Tears
These tear tracks through make up
Give me away
Red rimmed eyes and rosy nose
Say, " I'm not okay"...
But if you see me like this
Try not to look too close
I'm concealing secrets
I'd rather you not know
And if you give me
a sympathetic smile
My thin "I'm ok"mask
will crack and then I'll
Lose this bloody fight
with these treacherous tears
Wet sorrow will dissolve me
And I will disappear.
Colorado had never looked this beautiful
She is a scary, treacherous state
so many fathers have killed their whole family
but at least we have the mist a survivor said
A treacherous heart has the capacity to lie.
It can sometimes fake pain,
But it’s killing inside.
A treacherous heart has the capacity to lie.
It celebrates heartbreak,
But it just wants to die.
Maybe it’s fine to tell the truth once in your life.
Maybe it’s fine to weep your tears
Like it’s been a while.
Maybe it’s okay to show your vulnerability.
Maybe it’s okay to show you’re hurting
Like it’s your ability.
A treacherous heart may lie all the time
But the eyes reveal reality;
They do want to cry.
A treacherous heart may lie all the time.
But the voice may be against words;
They don’t make a rhyme.
Perhaps it’s fine to throb in while you can.
Perhaps it’s fine to keep your love
Though you’re not part of his plan.
Perhaps it’s okay to have a treacherous heart.
Perhaps it’s okay to hold on
Until you are ready to depart.
Treacherous their ways
without sunlight's rays
Paths of sleet and ice
break our limbs in a trice
Youths may look, leap and laugh
Elders dare not make this gaffe
What a treacherous road true love can take
for paramours eager to taste desire,
but one their kindred hearts would not forsake.
For Water and Fire, passion meant heartbreak.
Intimacy for them could never transpire.
What a treacherous road true love can take
His fervid flames would make her steam and quake.
Her touch would drown hope for them to conspire,
but one their kindred hearts would not forsake.
What a doleful duo Nature did make,
mourning for love, stymied in a quagmire.
What a treacherous road true love can take.
He risked his life on the shore of her lake
when his blaze was nigh snuffed upon a pyre,
but one their kindred hearts would not forsake.
Their need to embrace caused a yearning ache
for Woebegone Water and Forlorn Fire,
but one their kindred hearts would not forsake.
What a treacherous road true love can take.
March 1, 2022
An Original Villanelle Contest
Sponsored by Milt Hankins
Pray for relief and pray for peace.
Pray for you and pray for me.
Pray for the pain that I cannot see,
and the people homeless with nothing to eat.
Pray for the world in this treacherous time.
Pray for the truth untold - and those living a lie.
Pray for the bold - that they continue to try.
Pray for the old - they know love and don't cry.
Pray for the deaf and pray for the blind.
Pray for those hurting and acting unkind.
Pray for our sins, pray for forgiveness.
Pray more of us know what love is.
Pray for my soul - insignificant in time.
But was given this gift-
So I pray in rhyme.
treacherous mountain
an inpatient wolf frightens
the lost dog watching
2/6/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2021©
Secret eyes
hide behind a smile
the jokers grin
masking a deliberate betrayal
Misdirection and diversion
the covert sneak offender
working in the hush-hush
thinking the fooled
will never know any better
Trust the stiletto
when the lips are sealed
and silencing
is the fault of liars
when they are revealed
How the sleepless ballet
tip toes through the night
swirling in a caul
of suspected lies
but the eyes of deception
know full well the game of smiles
petulant tears
and angry retribution
Deceit engenders separation
the waltz of togetherness
never makes its connection
inside the embrace
something still remains hidden
and truth and deeds
form a treacherous liaison
and out of sight is out of mind
Who will ever know
who walks within the cloak-and-dagger
the perplexity of a tale-to-spin
and then fears the disclosures backhander
do you know
did you know
and panic will find a certain innocence
when lips become unsealed
communications with an uncertain reticence
but silence
is always the fault of liars
when they are revealed
Along the shortest road ever (a treacherous journey)
An opening appeared before me;
bright equations bleeding time squished all memory
of who i was, am, or might be -- a preponderance
of suddenly)meets the long shaman of my Thoughts.
I lassoed upon a mote of dust (cherubs swinging
Cherubs singing) & rode myself )not that way( Toward
a Whole certain corner ) ___and touched mySelf
Searched mySelf ...forget mySelf when i think of
How many broken Kewpie dolls cry silently for-
Everfully & mySelf & and myHeart and mySoul
Invent grand ideas of Enormous Language
that touches allHearts!
::02-08-2020
Fog on the road, white out conditions.
Cannot see a thing; wind bats car back and forth
Sideways, as we try to advance forward.
Slap. Slap. Drive. Slap. Slap.Drive.
The windshield wipers appeared to have turned on.
Oh, I guess I did do that.
It does not help at all. Slap. Slap. Drive. Slap.Slap. Drive.
Christmas Eve. The car is sliding, we whirl in
A complete circle, BAM! When we hit another car,
The trunk pops open. The gaily wrapped presents begin
Throwing themselves onto the freeway. We are still spinning.
I get a glimpse of a small package, and watch a semi
Smack it away, in a furious head-butt. Spin. Spin. Spin.
Some fool honks. I know we’re in trouble, I think.
Whomp! We land in the side of a snowbank, three
Feet from the freeway. Fog on the road, white house
Conditions. Watch out everyone! And you can stop
Blowing your horns. We know!
TREACHEROUS ROUTES
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS
Winding Our Way along Life’s Highway
Beware There Are Hidden Traps
There Are Forks and Turns and Potholes
You Can Avoid, Discarding Yesteryears Maps
She steps out into the wild of the moor,
sighing into the breeze.
From her love, not a body nor ashes,
And a funeral that could only be poor.
A song on her lips,
to wash away her grief,
she stumbles, and she falls,
as the ground beneath her somehow dips.
As the earth begins to swallow her slowly,
she simply cannot find a way to care,
or even cry out to something holy,
as the land around her has teeth to bare.
She knows what has happened,
and smiles in relief.
As the land swallows her,
she can let go of her grief.
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