Pretending to be different, pretending to even care
Pretending to be what you are not lies within your stare
Sad to see how unhealthy a life being lived this way
Sad to see how uncharacteristically the Saint you portray
Selfishly to only be something other than what you are
Selfishly to only be your own little shining star
Carelessly you choose not to see the truth in what you feel
Carelessly you choose to be a punisher rather than heal
Intending to be what the liar you intend to be
Intending to be everyones silent enemy
Sad to see the misery that you so desperately need
Sad to see indifferently the knife pierce as your blood bleeds
bmdavey@10/04/2022
Categories:
uncharacteristically, dark, death, evil, life,
Form: Couplet
Uncharacteristically
I got up uncharacteristically at 6 and
Uncharacteristically heated up a bowl of chicken soup
And enjoyed the warm sunshine through the blinds
Uncharacteristically, I drove to campus at 6:40 to assess a maintenance worker
for a promotion.
His supervisor dropped in around 7:30 midway into the interview, (we were talking about the best way to clean a bathroom) and opened his internet key for us so that
I could assess email skills.
Doing things uncharacteristically in the morning gave me more energy for the day.
Categories:
uncharacteristically, change, day, encouraging, inspirational,
Form: Free verse
Our tomboy caterpillar’s metamorphic tendencies
Preceded her in reputation and in wherewithal
Her human indoctrination was a metabolic oversight
Uncharacteristically uncalled for, and clearly filled us with wonder.
We stood by eagerly, awaiting instructions,
As a magnificent metamorphosis changed our
Muddy, earthy, plain, now tiara-featured princess
Into a teenage butterfly, ready for the prom.
All we have to do now is clean those fingernails,
My concerned husband whispered to me,
When he saw her in her dress and floppy shoes.
We do not want her to be too pretty, I cautioned him.
Categories:
uncharacteristically, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Light Verse
Only a hero volunteers for war,
willing to battle and die for others.
And do things they'd typically abhor,
rallying into a band of brothers
defending their homes, sisters, and mothers.
While war levies its toll in flesh and bone
insidious night-terrors haunt the mind.
And yet, in past wars, their cause was unknown,
but atrocities and guilt once combined,
PTSD symptoms aren’t far behind.
I was born while dad fought in Korea,
he had survived two wars before we met.
But who he was, I had no idea.
I knew naught of war; I was three, and yet
mom said my father was this army vet.
I could feel his anger, but not his pain,
though I bore its fury with every beer.
And cringed inside when he acted insane,
building up my resentment tear by tear
for he never offered love, only fear.
Frustrated, he was prone to violence,
but in his last years, I noticed a change.
He had stopped yelling, preferring silence,
and uncharacteristically strange
bouts of kindness, and tears, would interchange.
(English Quintain)
Nov. 11, 2018
Categories:
uncharacteristically, 12th grade, abuse, anger,
Form: Quintain (English)
I have a headache, my teeth hurt, and my stress level is high.
I have chills, and my hands are cold enough to ice a lemon pie.
My neck is stiff, and my enthusiasm is uncharacteristically low.
I cannot get away from this body, no matter how far I go.
I could take a pain pill, a sleeping pill, or something similar.
There are spots in front of my eyes, and I’m feeling pain in my right himilar.
Why did I say I would take her dogs, both house, and neither of them trained?
I wish I had said no, I wish I had kept my yes mouth a little more restrained.
Is it too late to let her know? She’s bringing them here today to leave forever.
They will fit along nicely with all the other things she has left in house’s quiver.
I have her flowered couch, two captain chairs with missing parts, and a pink setee.
Why do I let this niece take such advantage of me?
Categories:
uncharacteristically, friendship,
Form: Rhyme
My big mouth
earned me a black eye
When I got into a foolish fight,
in the school cafeteria,
over a disputed last piece of pie
Came home and tried to hide
behind dark sunglasses
To my parents, I uncharacteristically lied
Such is the fate I suffer now,
puffed up with swollen pride
Categories:
uncharacteristically, angst, introspection, school, social,
Form: Verse
New York’s lost an icon
Who was in your face and brash.
He always spoke his mind and thus,
With many he did clash.
A three-term mayor with a bridge
That’s honored with his name,
His trademark “How’m I doin?”
Vaulted him to fame.
He never lived in Gracie Mansion,
Long a mayor’s goal,
Instead remaining in his village pad,
With rent control.
Koch rarely wore a hat, but once,
While in a winter storm,
His pate, uncharacteristically,
Was covered to be warm.
Reporters teased him and he laughed,
While pointing to his head,
“This schmatte*? Yeah, it was a gift;”
And that was just so Ed.
To many, me included,
He was New York quintessential.
Perhaps his strong appeal
Was rooted in the residential.
I think New Yorkers, all of us,
Will miss old Mayor Koch.
The city won’t be quite the same
Without him on his watch.
*Yiddish for a rag or cheap piece of material
Categories:
uncharacteristically, loss, people, political,
Form: Rhyme
I was so serene in thinking
when I visited today that tiny space
that lives in my mind
when words of tragedy and despair
become daunting just to hear
so I escaped to my special place
so lost in thoughts as the tide
of the ocean comforted me there
yet to be called on from my seen tranquility
which so contrasted twisted frowns
and I spoke without thinking
but the words came not from me
as if in rote ABC's as I wondered
as if I was speaking in tongues
and I felt the spirit move as I was on the
verge of a prayer..... and I simply said
AMEN, by the grace of God go I
By Susan Mills
Categories:
uncharacteristically, faithwords,
Form: I do not know?