More?
I wonder if I owe anyone who doesn't provide me with the courtesy of telling me who they are any explanations. Sorry, but make of it what you will. I am under a bit of stress, I choose to vent via poetry, that is all. Thank you for the concern.*grin*
Shall we go on? :)
Archetypal Gossip
They sing songs about you, you know
Paeans and dirges, some good,
others bad,
nauseatingly so.
Extolling your wit, charm, grace, beauty
I could go on, but that would be
redundant.
They call you names, you know
Like Helen or Cleopatra, all those
sisters under flawless
skins.
Pedestals are built,
each one more grandiose
than the last,
only for you to
trample,
each one more carelessly
than the last.
They kill or be killed for you, you know
In agonies of rapture, for just one, swift
lick
from your blue-flame eyes.
To have you wrap them
around one perfectly manicured
little finger,
Play walk-the-dog, or any of those
tricks you have
up your immaculate sleeve.
They become cannibals for you, you know
You prise their hearts out, with
surgical precision.
Feed it to them, with a
side-order of pride, and a
lemon dressing, very
nouvelle fusion chic.
They become animals for you, you know.
Silver-tongued dogs, you keep them
as pets.
Laugh when you tickle, grin when you
spay, and when
they bore you, they don't come back
from the vet.
They think I know you, you know
Having seen our heads together, in
supposed confabulation.
I do apologise,
madam.
I never meant for them to
think that,
I talk far too much,
just as you said.
More
Exams in exactly 17 days, and the madness continues.....
Second-hand Value
My mind needsrefuelling.
Too bad
there's an energy crisis.
My emotions are
flat.
And I've left the jack
at home.
My soul needs
a paint job.
But purity doesn't go
with black.
My batteries need
recharging.
Too bad
they're alkaline.
I'm not a gas-guzzler
But I think I need an
overhaul.
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"Have I told you about the time..."
One day at dusk
When we're growing old
and not-quite-gray
Sitting hand-in-hand
on the mock-rustic swing
(painted green)
I will tell you.
(Moths will flutter
Wind-chimes will tinkle
A zephyr will blow)
I will tell you
about the nightmare
I had
When I lost you.
I will tell you
of waking up shaking
(in summer!)
with crusty eyelids.
Being late for class.
(Yes, it was long ago)
Feeling hollow and numb.
(As you do in dreams)
It was the car.
(Now you know why
I hate driving!)
You will laugh
(In that way you have,
hearty yet soft)
You will call me
(affectionately)
Your darling
worrywart.
You will plant
a kiss
on my forehead
(The way I like it)
You will tell me
you won't leave me
for a long time
yet.
(God-willing)
Then our laughter will die
down.
(Along with the zephyr
Along with the wind-chimes
Along with the moths)
So one day at dusk
When we're not-quite-old
and growing gray
Swinging side-by-side
Drinking iced lemon tea
(coffee for me)
I will tell you.
I will tell you.
When I wake up.
(God-willing)
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Yes, I visited the land of the jiwang, and I can't guarantee it won't happen again.
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