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Thanksgiving LimerickThere once was a turkey named Marty
Who was never asked to a party
But come end of November
A party to remember
And right in the center was Marty!
The GameIgnorance is bliss
That's the real game
The conundrum of life
Trouble is once you realize it
You've already blown it
If you hear me on this
You just lost the game too...
What Dreams May Come
As I lay me down to sleep I dream of tales untold.
Lovers who can drive me wild and some who leave me cold.
Bitter dreams of bitter things and sometimes streets of gold.
Dreams of timid angels and of some who herald bold.
Flying high o'er barren lands and seas of aqua hue.
I relish sights unseen and cherish every hidden view.
Earth relinquished planet Janus now is born anew.
Wondering if truths held dear were ever really true.
Heaven's carriage with no riders sailing toward the moon.
Wishing wells and private hells and Macy's day balloons.
Under water still can breathe a miracle lagoon.
Living happy dancing slowly singing lovesick tunes.
As I lay me down to sleep I dream of tales untold.
Some are newly painted and some dreams are really old.
Never given thought to meanings as these do unfold.
Waking hours living life have kept my dreams on hold.
Silver Slips and DancersIt’s there in the beaten mirror she holds
In broken hands she cries of a defeat
The night will take her before she grows old
And they will cry, “narcissist” in the street
There, she dances softly on the surface
And shows the swan what it means to pirouette
But she cannot break exteriors face
found so ashen from the year’s cigarette
They will write books about that wayward girl
Speak of once easy laugh and softest eyes
That such light could be consumed by this world
should show that both bones and beauty will die
Pressed fingers to lips form a last cachet
In silver, shard veils, sashaying away
RageRage, building inside.
Rage eats away the heart,
Rage, can't think straight,
Rage taking over your sanity,
Rage, feel the violence,
Rage, you hate the world,
Rage making everyone your enemy,
Rage, you can't control it,
Rage painting your vision red,
Rage killing the happiness,
Rage, why won't it go away?
Rage is destroying my world,
Rage hurting everyone near me,
Rage only brings misery.
Love Sonnet #3Love Sonnet #3
My tranquility, my peace of mind
Cannot be found outdoors
Nor can it be found in a throng of men
They have a voice like a lion's roar
They never frighten or intimidate [me]
Nay! They only disgust and bore me
My peace of mind, my joy at heart
Is found at home, with one
Who I love and who loves me
From dawn till dusk, till dawn
For I know that we both crave much love
And we cannot bear to live alone
Aye! there is but one source of peace for me:
That is my love, my sweetheart, Puabi.
Forget MeIt's funny you can't forget me,
You still bring up my name, the cause of your pain,
I'm the cause of all your friends to run away,
You speak of the day as if it was only yesterday
Putting your own spin on the storyline of events,
You say this, you say that, but what does it matter?
My name is only a tool to gain others' sympathy,
When in truth they'll never know the real me,
Erased in your life I remain only a memory,
That's what you wanted, the path you chose,
Forget me now, I don't want to be part of this show,
What's done is done, just let it all go,
It's behind us now, why can't we forget?
Com on don't tell me you still have regrets?
What happened happened, no changing the past,
The words to be said you're speaking them last,
There is no apology to the friends you had,
Why do you remember me when there is no forgiving?
It be best for both of us if there is only forgetting,
Forget me, let this memory be erased,
I don't want to be a memory that causes pain,
If I could, I would take i
LandonLandon he came to my wooden table,
His dark youthful portrait eclipsed the sun.
It could have been a playground; it could have been a stable,
Wherever it was, it was where he was from.
His ignorance astonished me in a beautiful way,
He didn’t seem to care what the class had to say.
He was so weak; he was knocked by the wind,
But a harsh word or two could never change him.
Landon was rebellious in that he was kind,
He saw a dull Virginia boy as a heavenly sign,
Of an end to his internal bleeding, his quiet suffering,
Whether he’s nursed or dies.
But on an airless Georgia afternoon, I ran away.
Said that I would return come what may.
Forever underground he’ll waste away,
For it’s my belief he died that day.
But I never knew what he became,
Probably blended within a scene.
I like to think he ate a poison berry,
Or maybe fell from a tree.
He could have been nailed to a cross,
Along with the rest of his kin.
Or maybe he faded from existence,
Or rather existence faded
The curse of a Disable HeartThe curse of the disable heart.
We feel too much,
So we get hurt so hard
For we are the cursed one
Of the disable heart.
We are big target
So we get hit easy
From insulting comments
To unkind staring
We wanted to be normal.
We want to be belonging
But we are not accepted
Not even in our own family
For we are embarrassment
By what we do and what we say
We sometime wear thing differently
Or wear something from yesterday.
We are the unseen
Cause we put our family to shame,
To the point that we are not invited
Cause they have forgotten our name.
We are the black sheep.
And we carried the most scars.
We are the cursed one
The curse of the disable heart.
Man of Thirteen FacesLord of Time.
The oncoming storm.
Destroyer of worlds.
now fallen hero.
Warrior of fire and ice.
Thief and physician.
Defender of Earth.
RelinquereAs the sky comes crashing down
As the stars fall at my feet
What have I left but to blame God,
as my maker and I meet?
Set my home on fire.
Toss me on the burning heap.
I'll find no means of respite or escape
from an ending so complete.
But as you listen to my cries,
as you revel in my screams,
let us smile at one another
and forget the bright white heat.
Though my tears shan't quench the flames.
Though my pain to you is sweet.
I'll think of you still as my friend
as my maker and I greet.
pray into my collarbone
let your snake tongue slither
with the syllables.
i wish for soft-chested nights,
and the trickle of champagne down crystal glass.
poppy-lips, lull me to sleep,
nurse my coiling tongue with yours;
tap my scalp like a silent drum,
and wind my hair in between your fingers
like broken guitar strings.
(serenade me with the buzz of pollen in your kiss.)
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