Author: poetryfest

You tell me to control it but you’re the cause,
Yet when you do a good thing you expect applause.
My life is in shambles because my progress you stalled,
When I point out the truth you get appalled.

Maybe if I come out with this the family will fall,
I have dirt on all of you, don’t make me want to make a call.
You made me hit a wall,
Now I’m stuck with withdrawals.

So many excuses of why you can’t pull up,
Yet when I call you out on it you just give up.
Your personality is ok but your brain sucks,
You still owe me for the bowling alley that’s 20 bucks.

If excuses were running you’d get really far,
You screw me over, I’ll do it to you twice as hard.
I trusted you so much the pain just hits like a car,
Next week you’ll probably cheat on your girlfriend at a bar.

If inconsistency was your hops you could fly,
When you were with me how many times were you high?
My car broke down 5 times,
Man that sounds like a lie.

If you were trying to impress you really lowered the bar,
Mess with my livelihood for a year dude I take that to heart.

You made me believe,
Left me in the heat.
I am incomplete,
You just make me weep.

Want government so bad you threw me under the bus,
So you tell me now there’s no rush.
Now I have lost my touch,
Now my mentality is cut.

June 6, 2024

Carson and Katherine
Laid to rest
June 11, 2024
Masses said in churches miles
Apart
Mourners minding
Tears with
Handmaid handkerchiefs
Receiving lines
Embraces
Resounding “I’m so sorry for your loss”s
There is nothing else to say.

Grief is heart-language
Eluding mouth-formed words

Carson’s white casket
Sweet pursed butterfly lips
Bald head just barely covered
In blonde peach fuzz.
A mother’s sobs
Personify a father’s heartbreak
As the coffin lid gently closes.
The final glimpse of a son —
Imprinted innocence.

Katherine’s maple casket
Solid, weighted
Measuring the depth
Of mother’s love.
A son’s sobs,
Echoes of his child-self
Yearning again for mother-love
A final kiss,
A hand lies on her coffin lid

And the time has passed
The brevity of life
3 months.
3 vicinnium.
Does the level of grief
Define the value of a life?

Does time exponentially multiply it?
Or does our value simply lie in our
Momentary
Miniscule
Existence

The winds of change
are private property.
On a large scale
Money weighs the most.
People want to impress
their will on paper to be
printed into the air
everyone breathes.
But they don’t know how.
If you want a rally or
to strike the public
don’t aim for it’s heart,
consumption is how it cares,
aim for its stomach.
That’s how. And anyone can
create lasting change,
outrage gets results.

Isn’t he embarrassed by his newest bride?
His last at the Green Tower, waiting to die
A confidant, a cousin, beheaded for death
Her body laid to rest alongside baby’s breath
Take that as a sign, young Jane Seymour
Take comfort in anything shiny you adore
Your days will be lonely and your nights his
Until the dawn a baby grows and metabolizes
Finally giving this vile man what he wants
Decades of desire, monarchy and its taunts
Someone indebted forever to him, a citizen
Raised on gold, structure, and discipline
You’ve become a vessel for the perfect son
A young heir with two marriages undone
The perfect successor of a man so crass
Stuck in a round room of venetian glass
Lapis lazuli, gold, silk threads, and linen
Dressed in all purple, a Tudor era villain

The lavender and I are
having a fight.

Its directions suggest ice cubes.
I comply.

The plant feigns weakness, so I share
more sips of water.

Its stems complain and slump.

I set it in full daylight, like an
invalid. More stems bow their
heads and refuse to stand.

“Fine,” I tell it. “You’re on your own.”
And when I turn my back, it thrives.

So I’ve started to give it ice cubes again.

Shaky breaths,
Silent tears,
Chilling nightmares of forgotten fears.
One night, two nights, three
Have you not heard them beg and plea? Have you not?
I stopped at ten,
Looked at the skies
And wondered, ‘when?’
Chalk on walls,
Summers, winters, falls,
Springs haven’t visited since then.

Brilliant bursts of light
Buried deep
Into the dark of the night—
Sparks that shook great thrones.
Halls now flooded
With piles and piles of bones

I prayed, and then I prayed again
Yet I looked at the skies
And wondered, when?’
As I watched, wept, waited
For the rain to wash away the blood,
And the death that lingered in the air.
More gates were shut,
Less sand and more chalk
Perhaps I’m next to walk
Towards the pile—
Another dying flare.

Trump of the noble and kind,
Where forth kindness in disguise,
You speak of rights, every human is right,
For their souls call justice near flies;
Underneath and beyond heaven’s bid,
You shall be heard, though if faint…
It shall be rested…
And shall be sufficed…
…your righteous arms that breathe under heaven’s light.

Walk by old rose…
For you shall walk in beauty…
By gardens that fluorish in the morrow…
Where forth a bright night tomorrow…
Walk on old rose…
You shall witness all beauty…
From the heavens above and in this realm…
Where brought forth…
You shall…
…into a bright shining eternity.

Because I had a gram of Hash –
I rolled it with my weed –
I cleaned out all the stupid stems –
But saved the silly Seeds.

We slowly lit – We knew no haste
As we all puffed away
We held the smoke way down so deep,
That darkness could not Stay –

We passed it ‘round, from Friend to Friend –
I rarely – Saw the Sun –
We Laughed and Smiled and Laughed some more
And Rolled another One –

Or rather – It rolled Us –
Into the Corner of the Room –
Where we Stared into the Clouds
And at the Setting Sun –

We thanked the farms in Mexico
And Those in Humbolt too –
We thanked the little purple hairs –
That came – from Humbolt too –

And it – seemed centuries – because
The time it slipped away
My mind felt underwater
Let’s smoke again today –

A single candle lit
With silent words, she sits
before the open windowsill,
wanting racing heart, be still.

The night sky black as pitch
Her breath comes with a hitch
Will love come to the Witching Hour,
Dare she give him that much power?

Her lips still burn from remembered kiss
The passion evokes such sensual bliss
Her mind recounts each tender touch
Desire builds ever much.

Quiet steps across the threshold,
Sultry eyes possessive bold
His face blocks out her memory
of whispered warnings told.

To her he bends his knee
to make a formal bow.
There is no hesitation,
he beckons, the time is now.

Tonight, he chose eternity
For her to be his mate
A single bite upon his neck
Will seal him to an immortal fate.

A vampire’s love is timeless
She whispers in his ear
I shall love you forever,
she vows through scarlet tears.

© Keltic Di