For you I’ll paint them red, she said
my lips my toes my fingernails
yet know I will remain unwed
it is the fate of most females
As Balmy
Comets Dazzle, Exhaling
Fragranced Gold; Haloed In Jasmine Kisses~
Lyrical Moon Nimbly Orchestrates
Peace, Quenching Radioactive Stars, To
Unwed Vain Woes; Xylophones Yield
Zephyrs.
My love, jarrard.
I wish I were dead.
So many things left unsaid.
I will go in silence instead.
Keep everything hidden in my head.
We are unwed.
We shared so much bread.
I feel so misled.
The distance, I dread.
My heart, you shred.
It lay scattered and spread.
I go to lay alone, in the bed.
Last night I bled.
It turned the sheets red.
You left me on unread.
I feel now, undead.
The signs, I misread.
You are way too far ahead.
I missed the tread.
Fell over and was behead.
The scene, you fled.
My spirit from my body, it shed.
Necessary
but not
sufficient
Stated
but
unheard
Always wrong
but never
in doubt
Sworn
but forever
— unwed
(Dreamsleep: December, 2024)
Casting Off The Bow Line
Goodbye
my unwed darling
I’m married
to this dream
Freedom
calling out to me
betrothal thus
redeemed
Bachelorhood
a Siren’s calling
Feted tween
the sails
Truant winds
to act upon
Legends
tell the tale
Setting off
this final time
Rudder
in my hand
Truth when hoisted
up the mast
Liberty
— commands
(Dreamsleep: February, 2024)
So Imbued
Crime without sanction
honor among thieves
Tomatoes tomattos
prudish obscene
Rules as their written
intention entwined
Good becomes bad
sight becomes blind
Credence engendered
by those so imbued
A prince or a pauper
depends on your view
The world in a tailspin
no two think the same
the baby the bathwater
— praising the blame
(The New Room: February, 2024)
Time Awaits
Not connected to
the dollar
Courted
never wed
Engaged to no one
but himself
Making
his own bed
All fame and fortune
lost to fate
Constancy
of mind
Whose future readers
time awaits
His legacy
— to find
(The New Room: February, 2024)
Love was in the wrong places
Out of luck, there'd none at all
Veered cross his eyes on faces
Ebbed men and numbers to call
Twilight drops an altered star
A Shephard field of lept sheep
Knight, armor, pixie friends bar
Ensues shambles wakes asleep
Time's that love takes a ferry
Id's was naught the main issue
Might next time there's no hurry?
'Ewes then fairies they'd won't do.
Thistles caught tweed bows untied
He'd seen somebody, seemed sold
Anyone, mind-freeze, shame; pride
Night shows, fine cuisine, digs gold.
Cautious, his are bottomless
And hers, plainly cupboard bare
Snaps, lest he'd be penniless
He'd share the ring. Ring bearer
'Tis times like this, hopeless
Help's on course, though bit too late
Entertain the senselessness
Need your eyes fixed seize your fate
Cruise control seems storm ahead
All deckhands, drop anchor --goal
Raised sails, prep boarding, unwed
Divorce, tagged chief walls, single
She talked about her family in glimpses,
like she was always walking a tightrope.
Between normal and just chucking it all,
for the next bus that might give her some hope.
She tried to paint a picture of her town,
pristine houses along a tree-lined strand.
Faces peeking around window curtains,
fathers in doorways with belts in their hand.
When she ran out of brown, umber and black,
she was embarrassed when a laugh slid out.
She’d been taught that in midwestern values,
unwed mothers had nothing to laugh about.
My love to be once said to me
And she but a maiden from Kent
Nor will I wed or will I bed
So I packed my bags and I went
As twilight neared I ever feared
That my seed would never be sown
Long in my bed and still unwed
So now I'm a man on my own
One who sleeps
with dreams unwed
—can never divorce the beast
(Dreamsleep: July, 2023)
A newly-wed couple entered a coffee shop
Spent an hour to relax
Having a different nationality with something to drop
Green peas after wedding, they sprinkled everywhere without flax
A sign of good luck, they said
For each and everyone still unwed.
Seated inside the said coffee shop
I was euphoric with my cup
Two green peas on my head
Dropped in my tea of jade
One green pea floats
The other one vanished and bloats
Stirring my tea so hot
With a spoon smokes like a pot
Looking at the two peas
After laying on a saucer dish
Drenched and colored in bees
Marred like fallen trees
Inside of these peas
Are messages that mease
Each one dried in peace
And left a mark of cheese.
"Smile each day,
don't let the storm murk the day!
A pea each day,
peace of mind I pray!"
(Prosebite)
Soulmate outsourcing my soul...
Why our hearts are in afoul?
Silence reign in this meadowsweet house...
Divorce sheets on the bed for the delouse...
Unhouse our beloved belongings,
Unwed ourselves soulfully,
Strangers in an unhouse split...
Loving you till souls apart...
Vows are soulless promises,
Loving you till hearts depart...
Awesome Kid Grandma
It’s what my granddaughter calls me
When she writes of my deeds
She thinks I have super powers
The children at school ask me to
“Not tell the grownups”
I am young-at-heart, but they
think I am
just
young
I am an orange woman,
paisley, wearing love beads
Always open for business
Listening and learning
Waiting for you to give me a nod
Just a glimpse of what you need
For I am a rescuer, and I want to
rescue everybody
Since I was eight I have had dreams
of building a dog and cat sanctuary,
so they could all live.
I also dreamed of providing a home for mommies with babies.
Later recognizing that as a home for unwed mothers.
But at eight, that part was hidden from me.
Complication
I felt the suction as you pulled back
The room fell silent, stale
Breath hung in my throat
Clung like smoke
Each swallow a tightening rope
A little less hope
You were already
Gone.
Gone before I let go.
Hollow visages of you seemingly displaced
Subtle trace
Of simple coexistence occurring
Conveniently paced
Heart suddenly pounding
Rush of blood in my ears
Memories of tribulation and of very little try
And yet the prickling, tickling up my spine
Because you’ll never quite be
Gone.
Will you?
Always at the back of my mind
The failure, fears
Haunting, never-meant lines
“You’re the worst.” “This is It.”
Words better left unsaid
Some never read
But what matters most to you is
Who said it best?
Unwed and unwilling.
No commitment except to
Ever-increasing resentments unfulfilling…
Feel less to be fearless
But try nonetheless
To replace the dread of
Darkness that looms.
Stifling fumes,
Burning beds,
And heavy, heavy heads
Lifted to peer at
Starless depths
Gone.
Too soon.
It’s unfair how the darkest and emptiest
Of rooms
Seem to be the loudest.
I am running around breathlessly, trying to do it all.
There are followers, admirers, helpers but this is my fantasy.
An orphanage, a dog shelter, and a home for unwed mothers.
It is the sixties, when they were tormented and abused for being so.
Add a movie theater, a skating rink and a dance studio I call to an assistant.
She jots some notes and hurries away, toward the children’s clown college.
“What can I do?” Dirk, one of my most persistent fawners asks.
Can you feed the sheep? Goats? Missouri mules?
He nods and runs off happy.
I am still walking at a brisk clip,
checking things out, making sure they are right.
My assistant’s assistant runs over to ask “popcorn in the theaters?
And Junior Mints, I tell him.
“And I want that theater built by tomorrow night.”
All possible when you are a nine-year-old child
But how in the hell did I know about unwed mothers?
This was 1961, and my parents told me nothing.
I still ponder this recurring dream I had every night for a year.
English Three Verse Haiku Poem (c)
He was indeed a
Yammerer…complained all day
He did while unwed…
Complained once he wed
And when they told him
A yammerer he
Was… he just said that’s
Very much “Unfair” and whined
And whimpered daily.
W.C.Hull © 2020-19-4-H1344-
2454-I50-K50-30-L56-3
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