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  Nov 2021 David R
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The moon
finally burst
into a confetti
of a thousand tatters…

And as the waters
held their breaths,
once playful waves
sink into an unlit night’s
slumber…

And the tides
lost their reason
to visit my shores.
David R Nov 2021
why do i shake as i go amongst others
like a leaf blown by the wind
a yacht on the waves that sways and shudders
a ship, without anchor, unpinned

others smile, at ease,
and i'm like dust in a breeze
******* in a corner where no-one can see
hide me behind a bush or a tree

i love people and want to embrace
speak to others with intellectual grace
but i'm different from others and don't seem to match
so i leave down the shutters and stay in my hatch

oh, my shell wants so much to be cracked
but the chick wants to stay put
while i need an answer to help me act
it's becoming increasingly moot

So this milquetoast will end his life
with nothing to show at all
because he never learnt to play the fife
at humanity's quirks and gall.
BLT's Merriam-Webster Word of The Day Challenge
#Milquetoast
David R Nov 2021
no-one heard his cries' lament,
knew the secret of his torment,
in the basement, in the shadows,
lying stretched where no-one goes

no-one witnessed the silent feeling
secret something that left him reeling
left him feeling violated
without friend. isolated.

it was the first but not the last,
start of descending spiral,
beginning of sorrowed past
stopped him fighting for survival

stopped him breathing G-d's pure air
stifled him with dark despair
saddled him with weight of care
broke his innocence, a sullied mare


no-one knows the harm that's done
by the bullies of the world
the cycle of self-harm begun
the stories that remain untold
David R Nov 2021
from the domes of the Old City
from the red roofs of glinting sunshine
glinting scarlet as a ditty
penned by soul-sick to his shrine

through the doorways of the heavens
through the windows of the skies
through the firmaments of the sevens
up through seven stairs it flies

wet with years of yearning, crying,
drenched with tears of troubles, trying,
dank as dew in dawning daybreak
dripping tears from angels' wake

tears upon the shining sandstone
glistening in the Golden City
glistening tears of sighing soul,
glistening ink on whitened scroll

wet with the laughter of hot heart,
laughter soft as feathers flying,
soft as feathers on a dart
dart to heal a heart that's dying

up through the doorways of the skies
up through firmaments, up it flies
beating as a prayer from heart
torn asunder, torn apart
David R Nov 2021
push me, push me harder,
push me till i cry,
squeeze me in a corner,
crush me till i die

stamp my head with all your might,
use your claws to **** me,
use your skill at dead of night
to snare me like a bilby

and when i finally breathe my last
lying on my death-bed
you'll be there sitting fast
waiting till i'm dead

you'll have tears to show the world
show them how you cared
how at my feet you'd lie up-curled
in my pain you shared
BLT's Merriam-Webster Word of The Day Challenge
#paradox
David R Nov 2021
Coat whiter than face of moon
amber eyes of sinister tune
whistling hail and winds of ice
Lord Winter's Paradise

He shook his frosted grisly mane,
clawed the earth and roared,
eyed Queen Autumn with disdain,
barred teeth spat, 'I'm bored'.

'why must i procrastinate,
linger in this state?
days will soon be lengthening
veins of warmth strengthening.'

'there'll be life and trees of different shape,
unevenness abound,
a multi-coloured landscape
and colour on the ground.'

'cut me free and let me rule
i'll paint the vista white,
a multi-faceted diamond jewel
that'll blind you with its light.'

the Queen gave royal chortle
spun round without a qualm
'I am like you immortal
and have eternal charm'.

'i'll keep you tied till last leaf
has fluttered to the ground,
and then your reign will be but brief
for my sister must be crowned.'

'As you'll see, she'll brook no nonsense,
for Queen of Spring is she
so when you spy the purple crocus
and Lily-of-the-Valley

peeping through your nival blanket
you'll know her time has come,
she'll want to share her banquet
with warmth from golden sun.'

'she'll shoo you from her place
no sign of lenity
for though benign in name and grace
she'll show no leniency.'

'but i know i need not tell you,
you know her better than me,
for Lady Spring is your shrew,
your wife for eternity.'
BLT's Merriam-Webster Word of The Day Challenge
#qualm, #grisly, #procrastinate, #lenient
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