Poems from One Word

The dreaded ache and no relief in sight.
Grim swollen face and damn! it's Sunday night.
You pace the floor and wrestle with the pillow.
You dread to jar that tooth and down some Willow-
Bark to no avail. You look so pale.
Grope behind the bottles in the bar
In quest of that one dark lifesaving jar.
Here 'tis, the cloves, and hope is dawning.
One dab will give you peace,
And call the dentist in the morning.



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The road it curved
the gentle dip,
Where sky met earth again

I could not see
beyond the curve
and prayed you would attend

My longing heart
it's struggle mighty
to see that round that bend

You would come to
my open arms
and know peace within them.


sun

forget the sun
don’t mind its blazing arrows
more harsh than death’s paws
here to steal and posses
what’s fairly hers
along we failed to recall
it was only borrowed

when our minds were blinking
and forgot to stare
we were outside and bare
exposed
to the lie we chose to believe
it gave us no relief






fringe

I like the fringe around your eyes
eyes that reflect blue of the skies
the skies that go forever on
and remind me that you are again, gone.
And all that space between you and me
will cause an empty place to be.
I miss you friend and can't pretend
I long to see your face again
And one day soon to realize
and see that fringe around your eyes.

blank

For fourteen years she drew a blank.
Her eyes were dead, the weeds were rank.
She kept her distance socially,
Shunned the neighbours regally.

The first sign was a barer space
For bulbs in Spring to take their place.
A daisy bush appeared one day
Beside the path and mulched with hay.

Other signs began to show
Like crocusses among the snow.
One day she forgot, and smiled
To see the street kids running wild,

And then she took the curtains down
And washed the dust of fourteen years
From fabric, glass, from sill and room
And opened windows, welcomed light.

She'll never let that grief quite fade,
But so? She's back among the world.
Her flower once again unfurled
Not pallid in the graveyard shade.


screen

memories from my teens
when life was bright and green
though girls were mean
now they are always keen
to go out with me and be seen
like idols from the screen

(hahaha… just for fun)



amusing

Amusing days spent in the sun
the salty sweat you could feel run
down your back to pool at the small

Radiating heat from warm brown skin
plunged quickly neath the cool blue spin
wet the length of that body tall

Then laying on the towel to enjoy
the cool evaporation used to employ
each summer day and it endless all

pthpthpth...oh well...that was my shot...

enjoyed yours mngunim and spikepipsqueak

green

I hope you're having as much fun with this as i am.



If any colour gets bad press
It’s green. After all, it’s not easy.
Sure, there’s Spring, and leaves and, yes,
Renewal, but also the phrase
“Doze in a Greenie” and
What colour do you go when you are queasy?


wolf

Howlin' Wolf - he sang the blues
Every minute lived a contusion
and still it lay on skin and voice
heat - pain- dirt -sweat
cotton blazing in the sun.

At night when he slept
cool breezes through the sheet
easing, singing, carressing
a benediction
and redemption.

cotton

Here's to undies soft and white
keeps you comfy, holds you tight.

No other drawers can hold such treasure
their worth is truly hard to measure.

So bottoms up to the all but forgotten
underwear, white, soft and cotton.

made me laugh

dew

where are y'all?

with every second I got drew
to a magnificent tune and view
an ecstatic dream but more true
every word said felt like dew
only this one was addictive and sticky like glue
(probably more sweet than you)
could only giggle, my smile was overdue


(still around mismi, we'll never leave... This is addictive)





addictive

I took just one
and then another
then I noticed my hand
it started to hover

I realized with some dismay
that M&Ms were wont to stay
in my mouth and not the bowl
which is a sad thing to behold

So here I sit
trying hard to resist
an urgent craving in the pit
of my stomach - please assist

For I have found and am quite piqued
apparently I am an M&M addict.


(it truly is!)

wail

When you were born,
I did not hear you wail,
my bright-eyed, shining son.
So caught up in your magic,
pixie face, I failed
To pick up on your cry.

Apparently,
I've been doing it ever since.



brew

brew is hard...I have been trying for over a day now...I'm still workin' on it spikepipsqueak

Unleashing my wrath of revenge so sweet
To return pain to those who are masters of deceit
Snarling & snipping repayment is long overdue
Been provided enough contempt to prepare a cheating bitches brew.

Cry

Why the tears? Dickwit!
There's no percentage in crying out your heart.
That just leaves you with no heart
And no spine, if you cry out all your courage.

So why the tears?
Don't let it out so much.
In the end the tears just drag you down
To where you can't see the light
For the blur and the sting.

Bottle it up.
There must be a market
For distilled essence of anguish.
Perhaps among the BDSM crowd
It will find a recreational use.

Or let it go
And drain your last emotion down
And find on the other side
Of that broad, broad torrent
Some sort of equilibrium.



road



mismi, post your "brew" one anyway, if it came out.

Down the road came laughing Susie, and the beast that she bestrode
Was Charly's piebald she had found beside the road,
Straight we scrambled up behind her, and as many as could fit
Clung like circus riders bare-back without bridle-rein or bit.

On that corrugated backbone in a merry row we sat
We propelled him with our school-bags, Susie steered him with her hat
And we rolled the road behind us like a ribbon from the spool,
Making butter, so we called it, to the old bush school.

shine

*Dang Dutchy! I had no idea! You should write more often...
I'm gonna continue yours.

'This little light of mine - I'm gonna let it shine'
was the song on all our lips
We were smiling, laughing clapping hands-
Even piebald shook his hips

And reaching that old school yard
We jumped down- a merry chorus
And saw our pretty teacher standing
firm and straight before us.

'Teacher, teacher,' we all shouted
we are here-go ring the bell,'
We are happy, merry, eager youth
who want to learn so well'

A smile, it broke across her lips
She welcomed us inside
We ran to find our desks and sit
While Susie tied our ride.

happy

How can strangers make you happy,
Posting words from miles away?
It’s because the words are linkage
Managed differently today.

Chunks of others’ lives and feelings,
Glimpses of what they have thought,
Dreams, regrets and daily burdens,
Bits and bobs that they have wrought.

Stuff you wouldn’t tell your neighbour,
Might not choose to say at home
Vent opinion, joy and anguish
With the words set free to roam.

Hoping bigotry will dwindle
As communication grows.
Shared ideas inform the Network
And the bond of reason shows.



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