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Ode To Black Peppercorns

You wait solid in your round blackness
captive in glass.
Started as a fledgling a small bud
picked by a stranger’s hands.
Dried in the air on rooftops 
life emptying from you.
From across the Chinese seas, you have travelled
with a twist you’re crushed.
The aroma of bittersweet ashes and oak
attack the senses.
The provocative pleasure you bring
to every dish that’s sprinkled.
Wars have been won and lost
for the value, you did not seek.
In ancient times your worth 
was more than one could speak.

Copyright © Valerie Maratzzi | Year Posted 2020



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The Bully

Into the locker, longing for loneliness.
Bang against the wall, waiting for the weekend.
Scared fearful, frightened flight.
Home alone, anger alienation.
Pain inside, prescription pills.
Sleep, silently snoring.

Copyright © Valerie Maratzzi | Year Posted 2020

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A Sonnet For My Cat

You curl on my lap purring 
the heat from your body is reassuring
I stroke your head you close your eyes
my heart flutters oh why oh, why?
you lick my hand so softly
I tickle your chin calmly
your eyes open the striking green
has me bewitched for you are my queen
your fur is silky and fluffy
my hand cannot stop stroking
for it makes me so happy
you begin to move your body twitches 
for this is the end because
I must go and do the dishes

Copyright © Valerie Maratzzi | Year Posted 2020

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The Visitor

Knocking who’s there?
Stranger danger be wary.
Friend with cake relief.

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His Hands

Masculine broad fingers delicately pluck the strings
fingernails manicured to perfection.
His knuckles tight and tense
his right-hand moves with such expression.

The sound is soothing and calming
his left hand soft and warm expertly plays.
His face in concentration
he looks at me with a smile quickening the pace.

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Fast Car

My father’s arm wrapped around my shoulder
I am safe happy and secure
A fast car like a greyhound chasing the hare
Faster we go we are free to go anywhere

Living in the shelter 
My father drinks all-day
My stolen youth working in a store
When we escape in the fast car that life will be no more

My mother left leaving me alone
My father blots out the pain with whiskey and rye
I wonder what life would have been
If my mother had stayed and never said goodbye

Copyright © Valerie Maratzzi | Year Posted 2020

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Coffee Toast and Three Paracetamols

Coffee toast and three paracetamols
Here we go again
I must finish my poem I say
No more slip of the pen

Coffee will keep me awake 
Toast to settle my stomach
Paracetamols to ease my headache
I wish I was lying in a hammock

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For the Love of My Washing Machine

I load the dirty clothes into your drum
You are waiting for the tab willing me on
I close the door and wait diligently
You start to gurgle and grind
I watch as you spin making me smile
You stand there all alone, performing steadily turning
I walk away but never fear I will be back
You have finished and I am flustered
I am so grateful for the washing machine genially

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Lazy Cat

Why do they call me lazzzzy
So, I sleep in my basket in front of the fire all-day
Well I do get up and stroool over to my feeding bowl
I then tell my humans to open the door with a meow
They obey my every command
I meander to my tray I do not want to go out it is toooo cold
I kick the litter, so the humans hear they come and clear the mess I made
I thank them keeping them content by snuggling up on their laps purring
Then I jump down saunter to my bed currlll up and sleep my work is done for another day

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Exile

Land of ancestors.
War destruction army.
Escaped scared hunger.

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