The bed I wet when I was eight,
on my Scooby Doo custom sheets?
The waterbed I came to hate,
when the patches failed beneath my feet?
Maybe the one in my college dorm,
where I grew a foot as a sophomore?
This one now, you seem to say;
with you, for you, I need to stay.
September 18, 2021
Contest: Motto Matters
Sponsor: Natasha L Scragg
For Elmer N. Koski 1901-1941
Grandfather,
Might a memory be borrowed
Like perfume from another?
If so, may I borrow your sister's
Of a long ago summer when you were fifteen?
She remembers:
You made your bed outside
Near the living room window, apart yet a part.
She remembers:
You played an ocarina
Night after night into the night.
What melodies did you conjure
That she remembers though frail with age,
Other memories faded to forgetfulness?
When you played did you ponder the stars
And wonder at your own significance?
Grandfather,
I will borrow the memory and keep it safe
In the place where precious things linger,
And repay the loan with this verse.
You think you've shaken me
Think you can talk all big
Threaten to tear my innocence
From my very core
You better think again.
But you've got one thing coming
A mighty roar to scare you off
When the authorities come
To take your butt to jail.
You chose the wrong place
You chose the wrong event
You chose the wrong girl
You chose the wrong time
You chose the wrong day.
Karma doesn't take lightly
To those who bring misery
When people are trying to have fun
Enjoying a day in festivities
While you ask for change
Making pervy compliments.
You should of stayed away
You should of thought
How your actions
Would lead to disaster
When your sickening presence
Makes people sick to their stomachs.
Your nothing but a creepy punk
Got nothing better to do
Than harass people for money
Then make empty threats
To make you look like some tough guy
But your nothing but a weak-minded worm.
So you better say your prayers
Because karma can be quite a pain
Especially on those who cause torment
You made your bed now your gonna sleep in it
While you become somebody's prison girl.
it's a Nirvana song, that makes no sense
you're living the lyrics every inch
past blind corners, overgrown hedge
inside the room you made your bed
psychedelic, lights spin fast
the mirror shows the aftermath
lines on table and on your face
it's time to jump from this rat race
I told you once, it'd be like this
you just smiled and blew a kiss
wandering down the rabbit hole
just like Alice, there you go
Here today, gone tomorrow
Too often comes as a surprise
From the joy to the sorrow
All can happen overnight
What you have that you hold onto
Often can slip out of hand
Be it old or be it brand new
Be it life or be it death
Here today, gone tomorrow
Where have you placed all your eggs
Do you beg, steal, or borrow
Where on earth have you made your bed
Are your possessions of any value
Do you treasure all you have
What would happen if they left you
Would you think there's nothing left
Here today, gone tomorrow
Would that mark the end of it
Does the thought leave you hollow
Or would you make the best of it
Pick yourself up by the boot straps
Do your best to carry on
You're not the first nor the last
When here today, gone tomorrow comes along
You Chose your Path
You made your bed
Now go to sleep
Lay down your head
And Dream those dreams
The haunt begins
Your Nightmare life
Confess your sins
You toss and turn
I wonder why
Could it be
Your life's a lie
You fool no one
Oh, just you
It's sad to say
But oh, so true
You scream out loud
And wake in fear
Sweating, trembling
You feel a tear
Why are you crying
The mistakes you've made
Whispering to yourself
What bed have I made
Plato to Aristotle….”you made your bed, now sleep in it”
Aristotle to Plato….”if you lie down with dogs expect to arise with fleas”
Plato to Aristotle….”Ekphrasis makes strange bedfellows”
Aristotle to Plato….”never wake a sleeping blog”
Plato to Aristotle….”no matter how you slice it, it’s still baloney”
Aristotle to Plato…”sleep tight – don’t let the bedbugs bite”
Plato to Aristotle…”ever slept on a bed of roses?”
Aristotle to Plato….”required some thorny removal”
Plato to Aristotle…”let us remove ourselves to the fireplace
and look at some pictures”
Aristotle to Plato….”Yeah, but don’t go asking them any questions”
Dear,
To whom it may concern
This is my last Will and Testament
I, Eric being of brainwashed mind and owned body
Bequeath the following worldly possessions
To the government,
I leave my mind
For which you have programmed for years
I leave my eyes
Which you have blinded from the truth
I leave my ears
Which you have filled with lies
I leave my body
Which you branded a slave long ago
You may also keep my death benefit of $255.00 dollars
For it is a humorous tribute of my worth in your eyes
I suggest you buy booze with it
To toast my untimely demise at your hands
As for the remainder of my estate
Please sell them to the highest bidder
To help bailout another failed mess
Brought on by the corruption you made your bed with
All that I ask is that you keep my ass
So you can kiss it on my way out
Sincerely,
Your slave
Eric (and sometimes not)
A rose every hour,
If I could have given to you,
Then maybe their power,
Would have kept our love true.
But it didn’t happen,
Not a care in the world.
You met someone different,
And gave it a whirl.
You were so happy,
Till things changed.
Now you wish,
You had taken my name.
But that wont happen,
No matter how you cry.
I can never love you again,
Till that day I die.
You made your bed,
And put tears in my eye.
Now you suffer,
I guess it is only right
(This is a fictional poem)
You killed and cooked your son's pet bunny.
Now you laugh but it's not funny.
It's wrong to kill a kid's pet.
When you see him cry, it will be something that you'll regret.
Your son loved that rabbit, it was his pride and joy.
I feel sorry for him because he's going to be a sad little boy.
You want me to tell him so that you won't have to see him have a fit.
Hell no! You made your bed, now you can lie in it.
Why did you come knocking at my
Door,
After the changes, you put me through
Did you think I would repeat the same
Mistakes I so blindly walked in once
Before
And just walk back through that same
Old door..
Why did you come knocking at my door?
Thinking I would rekindle the fire once
Burned,
But I can smile and tell you this much
The flames has flicker and flicker out
Your words are just like the air, I do not
Hear them anymore..
Nor do I care about your words they
Mean nothing at all to me
Congratulations, congratulations you
Gotten wish..
Now you come running back here to
Me..
After you seen things were not as you
Figure..
But now it is to late!
You made your bed so just lay in it
Now you see the grass is not always
Greener on the other side..
But I certainly salute you and gladly
Say fair well..
For life is on track now without you
Being an evil demon..
Stars faded
like boys
I made a joke
he said you get your life
i said where is it
i said i loved a boy
in my past life
like a second skin
he said you made your bed
now lay in it
i said when am i gonna build a wall
around my layers
and protect
my second skin
like a prayer
a shadow
the baby i never had
i said it was a joke
i lied
my second skin
when am i
gonna learn
to build a wall
like a never ending joke
i didnt say
maybe a past life....
God will give me patience
to deal with evil things.
He will block it out for me....
I hear the angels sing.
My mind's become polluted
with mean and cruel remarks.
This poem will be my cleansing
from the big dog's lonely barks.
I've fallen far from virtue.
I took that poisoned bite.
At least I regained composure
before the title fight.
No longer will I worry.
I won't reach out my hand.
You made your bed, now lie in it.
I'm sure you understand.
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