Wow! 100 days!
Thunderstorms of injustice;
Human rights are drowned:-
Categories:
two times, allegory,
Form: Haiku
You and me just once
breakups are hard to handle
two times will be rough
Categories:
two times, break up,
Form: Senryu
Sunday's my fun day
Late to work Monday
Tuesday's a food day
Pay the price Wednesday
Thursday's for shopping
On Friday, no stopping
Saturday, I rest
A whole week to digest
Categories:
two times, time,
Form: Couplet
Two times six is ten?
This is an angry adult voice.
I do not recognize it.
The third grade class is silent.
Most of their eyes are popped open.
I smell fear as I enter the room.
It is the teacher, and she is angry.
Using a voice I have never heard.
“TWO TIMES SIX IS TEN?” she repeats.
I slide into a corner, watching.
The victim child slowly nods his head.
He knows that two times five is ten, I say.
The teacher whirls around, surprised.
She throws up her hands.
The entire class bursts out laughing, relieved.
The tension is temporarily disbursed.
This teacher has terrified her entire class today.
Victimizing them all; I doubt that they will totally recover.
And I wonder if she has any idea what she has done?
Categories:
two times, teacher,
Form: Narrative
Sometimes,
you have to leave to come back
Sometimes,
the line needs to go slack
Sometimes,
the loss is more to be gained
Sometimes,
the past—twice rearranged
(Dreamsleep: February, 2020)
Categories:
two times, sunset, sunshine,
Form: Rhyme
My mommy, this sweet old soul, told me this way back when
Chew your food thirty-two times, to help with digestion
Don't know if it's true
How's about you
Thought it baloney, till my bowels threatened insurrection
Categories:
two times, humor,
Form: Limerick
I could tell by the looks in their eyes,
They had evil on their mind;
Terrorists with more devilish thoughts,
Nowhere else on earth could you find.
Victims of their thoughtless deeds
Lay scattered in their paths;
Cries if mercy on their ears
Are answered with just a laugh.
Destruction;
Torture;
Hazardous waste;
Are tools of their trade.
Promises with the devil
Seem to be the contract that they made.
Run and hide from these terrorists,
Should you see them come;
The pain they will inflict on you
Cannot be undone.
I must deal with their terrible deeds
Each and every day;
But from these four year old twins of mine
You can run away.
For the "Burlesque Twist" contest.
Categories:
two times, angst,
Form: Burlesque
~ (~) Time bold presses on... . (~) ~
~ (~) Bartering two times one time three times more; four times a sailor,
given this I've given nothing, just about taken everything hope lost crying-dying perfection
where is it, except dwelling transfixed, what is it that I carry now friend... ? (~) ~
~ (~) Nothing for you, time, it run out on me... left me with the baggage, all that I own,
I didn't accept you give you feared you wouldn't couldn't submit to your patient hand offer
you my heart... ! (~) ~
~ (~) The ground it comes up fast, rushing raging-time tick tock tick tick tick tock, tick. (~) ~
~ (~) Knowing nothing from nowhere time like fly's on the wall it here's everything, sees... .
(~) ~
~ (~) Good-is God evolving-freely with-us-openly vibrantly... . (~) ~
~ (~) Two times one time three times more; four times a sailor... . (~) ~
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Categories:
two times, inspirationaltime, time,
Form: Prose Poetry
flares of demise burn once, twice, thrice
she seals her eyes, hiding behind
those ideals and the lies that sensationalize
a life less known,
so delicately disguised.
careening unarmed though such masquerades
whirl. whirl. whirl.
twirl-wind
third time's a charm
underpaid and so afraid
inertia strikes, and then
they surmise with their rhetorical advice
silly, weak, flustered girl...
dance like there's no tomorrow, for
life is indeed a game of chance
romance the sun and the stars
and leave no room for sorrow
her eyelids flutter, her lashes lucent
she mutters, on the contrary,
lamenting augmenting slander,
those words forbid life
meandering, still wary with her mask and
carrying her cadaverous limbs with care
pale and bruised from use
now solitaire
dispair declares victory
demised upon her fragile cards
a rhapsody now barred
far beyond her willed guise
trapped two times twice
and once removed
suffice for lost dice
and spin, spin, spin
closed eyes forever aflame
Categories:
two times, life, loss, lost love,
Form: Free verse
Two times today
With the phone in my hand
I almost called you…
I miss the sound of your tender voice
As it echoes across the miles
The way our voices seem to change
As “hellos” turn into smiles
When awkward silences fill the air
And small talk tends to leave
‘Tis my heart that skips a beat
As I listen to you breathe
Imagining you next to me
Fingers tangled in my hair
The way your hazel eyes turn green
And your glance into a stare
If windows to your very soul
Lead me down a path that’s pure
My hands would hold your gentle heart
And offer you the cure
Teaching you to love again
A chance I’m willing to take
But can you hold a heart too tight
And never let it break?
Three times today
With the phone in my hand
I almost called you…
Categories:
two times, lost love, love, people,
Form: I do not know?