His wedding band: a lifespan archived
AP: 1st place 2025
I’ve sold winter coldness to those who’re huge in their chests oncorners of these abandoned streets, where bars aren’t happy with myfootprints in front of every door. Where I hit myself at close range. Where I pay a price to win no game. However, she’s worked all her lifeto bring up all her children within this magical world of theatre & music.She’s convinced that these children won’t fail to understand & accept opera& early rehearsals. I'm bedridden waiting. Welcome to a pigheaded house. Welcometo your fate that befalls many emigrants you plant like beets beside the beetleto see new growth. Welcome to where you don’t fancy a beer before bier afterthe funeral. Something is bedraggled from the hedgerow & that’s your ex’sspecial brand. However, the twigs are dry & brittle, & cracked beneaththeir feet from the beginning. Her children are looking for more spaciouspremises after that premeditated murder in a blighted area where I prescribe hera daily diet chart.
Life changes come in little increments
along a fated journey fraught with twists and turns.
But once in a while
changes come on sudden and dramatic
like the day you passed away.
A fatal blow ~
the instant when I became unwhole
a widow
a casualty of love.
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Flour and oil are running out
So are bread and butter
It’s been one pestilence of drought
Which causes wizened grass to flutter.
There's a widow that sits beside the seaside
The sun shines on her face
There’s a morning light that cries
and sits beside her place
And there is an eye
That melts at the touch
It’s hidden not much
For a fake
Did you know the greatest treasure lost
Was found at the bottom of a lake
The widow sits beside
its hand she shall take
So why won’t you take my hand
Take me away
I’m tired of sitting,
Dying by my lake
There's a heart that melts at the touch of ray
So why do you think that there's so much to say
It rats on the ribs
Like its awake
But it's just trying to find a lovely place to stay
So won’t you bottle up my treasure
It needs a place to hide
It doesn’t really like this place
But I take you know
This water is made inside
And it loves and floods this place
Like it was born to flow outside
I need to see it just one last time
Before I find a way to leave it behind
There's nothing here that I’ll miss
But the feeling of the lovely sun’s kiss
There's a shadow that sits beside the seaside
The sun shines on her face
There’s a morning light that cries
and sits beside her place.
If the world could weep
if rain could wash away tears
would the flood be forty days
or forty years
what time it shall take
happily my life I would forsake
if only
children laughed
children played
children loved
teaching elders not to hate
never having to live in fear
I would drown peacefully
a happy woman
Am I crazy
if it’s been five years
and I still expect you to walk through the door?
If I can’t give away your clothes
because you might need them?
Am I over the line
if I fantasize that your treatment worked
and you never died at all?
And I laugh with you over breakfast
while we sip coffee
as we always did?
I’m afraid to tell people
that I saw a perfect birthday gift for you
and thought I should buy it.
And that I can’t stop thinking about
the trip to the Bahamas we always wanted to go on
and that this winter would be the perfect time.
Letting go is harder than I ever imagined
and I don’t want to.
If this is crazy
then please let me be mad.
Take good care of your precious pain.
Wrap your strong arms around it.
Hold it against your warm chest.
Rock it gently,
telling it softly that it is loved.
It is needed.
It is important.
It makes perfect sense.
And love it, just as it is,
in all of its agonizing beauty.
The Widow
At sixteen she is a widow
She is still a kiddo
With a baby in her arm
Life will be no charm
She’s now like her brother
Who has a child without a mother
His wife chose the street
Killed as she was standing beat
But now she must look after herself
Not wanting to sit on the shelve.
Now she has a great need
her baby she must feed
Selling her body for her baby
with her that’s no maybe
Her baby must eat
and that’s a job she’ll meet.
After 2 years on the streets
A member of the gang she meets
Initially they fall for each other
Not knowing he killed his mother
Very soon he starts beating her
She now works for him in fear
He was found in an alley dead
He was shot in the head.
She realises in her life of sorrow
she will remain a widow.
She takes her baby she must feed.
So, she moves back to the street
she moves in whispers,
a shadow draped in midnight silk,
trailing poison kisses in the dark--
a promise, a warning, a lullaby of death.
her fingers weave unseen threads,
spun from sugared lies and honeyed venom,
each thread a pulse, a heartbeat,
a trembling thing waiting to break.
men call her beautiful,
never knowing beauty has teeth,
has patience,
has hunger that does not beg but takes.
she does not chase--
only waits,
watching the foolish draw near,
feeling the tremble in their veins
as the silken noose tightens.
one whisper, one sigh, one kiss--
then silence.
Widow witch’s olive elixir all in
mystical bam for scaly itchy old skin
therapeutic in a Halloween way
best skin remedy of all back in the day
widow took out cauldron and gave a chant
wizard brother transmogrified into a teeny ant
other animals disappeared from view
I would not have stayed around, would have you?
I came upon a widow, black,
carrying a poison sac.
I asked her what was in her purse.
She suggested I call a hearse,
giving me a terrible fright,
asking if she could have a bite.
Your attentions, ma'am, I rebuff.
Of this chat, I've had enough.
I'm afraid, kind sir, it's too late.
I've already fixed your fate.
I Survived The Widow Maker
Then Sudden Cardiac Arrest
Doctors Called Me Miracle Man
7/12/2024
A team of Doctors had accomplished, all they could do,
One told my wife, to Pray, Now “It’s in God’s hands.”
But he was telling her something she already knew,
and nothing would interfere, with my role in God’s plans.
I Survived The Widow Maker, later, Sudden Cardiac Arrest,
That day God had me placed, in all the right spots to prevail.
I live today for a purpose, and to God’s greatness I attest,
My life has become my testimony, for Jesus did not fail.
i can taste her on your lips.
the stain from her lipstick is
infused to the fibers on your
white work shirt.
I'm guessing the color is cherry red.
the scent of her perfume
weakens my stomach,
knots my heart,
takes every hope i had
of our future and turns it into mud,
blood boiling like shower water
you washed with to scrub her touch off your body
but could never get clean enough to
lay in bed next to me.
early morning, your gone.
you say its business
but you are just putting your business in her.
you say its nothing.
men have needs.
what about my needs?
exactly nine months pass, and you have a child,
not born from my organs
but from her.
struggling to put this past me
like i did with our first unborn child,
i have no reason to stay.
i have no belief in saving our marriage.
but still, i stay.
i am lost without you.
i am lost without the person
who shattered my heart into a
million tiny pieces.
i am lost without the person who
sold me tornado lies.
i lost myself to the person who
crushed my soul one thousand times
and without a doubt will go it again.
that person is my husband.
Fresh scent handkerchief
Smells that yell like Lilly lips
Widow wearing black fainting
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