They lay on it naked
smoking when they first married
young, in love, carefree
Baby crawled and took his first steps
And mother chased sister with a slipper when she spilled sweet tea causing a stain in the corner
Countless family and friends had walked its pattern
shoes off, feet sinking in
Discussions, tears, arguments
shy whispers and laughter
All seeped into the fibres
Years of love, of loss, of life
The red trucks came on a Tuesday morning
The baby, now 23, was never seen again.
1-12-19 :
You said you’d want me forever
But we both know that’s a lie
I’m just on the back burner
I was a side, you were never my guy
I don’t know what I’m doing here
I’ve buried myself too deep
However you’ve made it clear
That I’m only in second seat
Is this the torment and pain
That momma warned me about
Knowing I’ll never be main
Because boys know how to tell lies from their pretty little mouths
I’ve done what I vowed not to do
I cried for a boy, many years ago
This is how deep I’ve let you burry your roots
Since I actually shed tears once more
It’s all been one big lie
You say you want me
But you have plans for her
You say you adore me
But your feelings for her you only deferred
It’s almost like you were programmed
To make me fall
I can’t believe I let you in
I gave you my all
With those eyes you looked at me
And me melt
With those lips you kissed me
And made me feel things I hadn’t felt
With those ears you heard
Between the lines that I spoke
Taking in every word
Using them on my heart, with many pokes
I should’ve sticked to that path
The lines between us were once defined
My heart is hurting from the aftermath
Simply knowing you were never mine
I remember the picture of the dream king in a guest room as a child,
Whenever I looked at it, I felt it gave an energy of greatness and calm ,
When I learned more about this legend I was even more in awe ,
I wanted to incorporate his beliefs and philosophy to my human interactions,
To have a dream that all men , women and children are treated equally no matter their race or creed ,
Is what even today the world really needs.
your emptiness is blinding me
your promises are fooling me
you’re luring me
you’re the siren
and I’m Odysseus
only the voice I’m listening to
is mine
I’m so guilty
yet again
I will not cover my ears
Best of January readings performed by Val Cole
Poetry Reading: by Bare Imagination by Gabriel Saldie
Poetry Reading: Saint – Kathleen my Mum by Patricia Poulos
Poetry Reading: The Bombing of Tabriz by Mary Freericks
Poetry Reading: Dan’s Bogey Wall by Si Baker
Poetry Reading: Run Mama Run by Ruth AKA Rhscribbles
Poetry Reading: Unanswered Call by TAK Erzinger
Figment of mind or a horror for real?
Eclectic emotion bearing a dark seal,
A poisonous fruit that is hard to peal,
Remember how it made you feel?
Preying on our weakness and our emotion,
Crippling our every notion, it grows…
A never ending, never dying poison,
It runs deeper than our mighty oceans.
How to end it? Is the right question,
Some say by facing it, some say through devotion,
It starts by the act of confession,
To end it’s rein, to end it’s possession.
Every Fear is different in itself,
No one knows it better than yourself,
However to win over it you need the same tool,
Fear fear for it turns you into a fool.
Genre:- Fear
Writer:- Nishant Gang
Blog:- The Poet and the Pen
There’s solace in her style
truth in her eyes
yet the stardust
fills her entire being with evolution…
Our nights are flown in rumination.
Dancing in the ether with our souls
while our earthly bodies entangle
In rapture.
I had no want before us
Now I am hungry all the time.
Desire burns through my being
painfully the further away you are.
Burning so bright together my heart chakra illuminates the future.
Magnetizing my embodiment of possibility.
The dreams we shared.
The reality we lived so good
Skeleton key, skeleton key,
Dangling from your waist.
My door is locked.
Please set me free.
Unlock my blushing face.
Others have tried,
To no avail.
They couldn’t open me.
My guess at best,
About the rest,
They all had faulty keys.
But, you come along,
And promise more,
With your lengthy rigid torque.
Insert into my cylinder,
And make your magic work.
My bolt and latch,
A stubborn match,
For your working key.
Persistence and pressure pay off,
And start my liberty.
The action builds,
And with a twist,
My bolt comes all but free.
You turn the knob,
Complete the job.
Leaving me open, finally.
So, if your door won’t budge,
On this we can agree,
Find yourself the freeing magic of,
A dangling skeleton key.
Bart
Why are our cartoons always a mess,
With most of our family under continual stress,
Where everything we do seems upside down,
And everything we do goes around and around.
Homer
The Simpson’s Cartoons have an enlightening plot,
And they highlight the problems of the human crop,
With dysfunctional thoughts and dysfunctional deeds,
It’s clear that some should have been created as seeds.
Lisa
A lack of discipline and purpose is the true cause,
Because parents now have abandoned parental laws,
It causes greed, graft, negligence and corruption,
And all of the faults that result in disruption.
Bart
Then where do they come from with their dysfunctional habits,
A lot of their actions are like ‘headless rabbits’,
Commonsense seems like a thing of the past,
And surely their brain is made of nothing but brass.
Homer
Those involved come from all walks of life,
And often include both the man and his wife,
It involves politicians, lawyers, accountants and more,
And all of the people we have learnt to abhor.
Bart
Well, they don’t have ethics, direction or meaning,
And their actions are continually completely demeaning,
Demeaning to all who seek positive direction,
And detrimental to all who seek restitution.
Lisa
Well it’s not their fault, they don’t know any better,
Their parents couldn’t even raise a red setter,
It’s the fault of their parents through a lack of teaching,
And that’s why their problems are ever increasing.
Homer
It would be good if they could achieve restitution,
And restore human life to an honourable institution,
With ethics, integrity and personal pride,
And then their lives would become an enjoyable ride.
No one likes to say there are days when words keep the unwritten away,
and that’s their best, that if we didn’t have at hand a pen it could just as easily be a gun,
a bottle, an unsuspecting victim, or a patiently awaiting needle,
any tool to wrench sense from what doesn’t, carve away at the emptiness,
farthest corner from a gift, a rope burning forward one more inch, lasso and noose,
not yet poetry, last lines are only for what survives, art only for eternity,
not this slack of guarantee we tremble fingers along, reaching because we must,
because darkness is long, that’s all we ever know, never how much
Genres: Dark, Death, Fear, Hope, Hurt, Inspirational, Life, Motivational, Painful, Personal, Philosophical, Pressure, Redemption, Sad, Work
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