Six Little Poems For Sunday

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Before we delve too deeply dear

into exactly why you’re here

I notice that the noose that swings

is shaped just like your wedding ring

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<2>

I hear your family roots run deep

they strangle you while you’re asleep

you just can’t beat a relative

for knowing where to stick the shiv

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<3>

I once knew a slippery man

who lied right through his teeth

every word was verified

to be beyond belief

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<4>

SoΒ many dreams

So little time

just remember that ladder

is one helluva climb

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<5>

It’s getting old

this day by day

the clock is ticking

your chances away

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<6>

Remember when the song was new

I was me

and you were you

well guess what love?

The music changed

and now we find ourselves estranged

but don’t lament this passing hour

you’ll find another to devour

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Author: valo

I am a poet, writer and activist with a special interest in human rights for children and women as well as the elimination of poverty worldwide. If you read this today, feed someone locally for me will you? Drop off a non perishable food item at the food bank nearest you and consider yourself hugged. Thank you!

18 thoughts on “Six Little Poems For Sunday”

    1. Why thank you Kiersty girl. πŸ™‚ I’ve been going through my Dorothy Parker spasms again and this is the result. Oh I did love her. Lobotomies, horticulture and tongue sharpening there is nothing quite like her.

    1. Hi brownpaperbaggirl! Nice to see you again and thank you for liking these. I enjoyed writing them immensely and I think I vented a la Dorothy Parker style.

    1. Hi Lisa hugs You’ve been missed. I changed that first one a few times before I got it just right so it pleases me you preferred that one it has a bead or two of sweat in it.

  1. I have always liked how you express yourself and your thoughts in words. These six poems are no exception. πŸ™‚

    1. Thank you Dave, it means a great deal to me that you enjoy the ‘way’ I say things. Ya know, for a long time I felt that my written perspective on life and relationships was too peculiar and harsh for others to read. I’ve been mostly a loner and the words I use to express how the world is filtered through me are like bulldozers sometimes. Being genteel is a mystery to me still. I also speak the way I write and because of this I’ve suffered through more than a few disparaging looks and disapproving silences from others. It was much worse when I was younger, now I get away with a lot because I’ve got older woman cred!

      1. Hello Val,

        “A rose’s rarest essence lives in the thorn.”- Rumi. Our minds like to separate a rose from its thorns but they are part of the same flower. I think in the end when we are made richer by the experiences and people we associate with no matter how harsh or peculiar.

        reading what you wrote made me think of this, hope you like it: http://tinyurl.com/4qx9z6d

      2. I agree with you Dave but to a certain degree. I have had experiences with people that left me scarred and damaged and in those cases I would have been far better off not having known them. More often within those same circumstances I’ve met others, true roses that altered my life and taught me valuable lessons. I loved what Rumi said and the words and friendship itself has meant everything to me in my life. My friends have been my family really, my true family. πŸ™‚

  2. This gave me chills Val! Love this bit ‘noose that swings
    is shaped just like your wedding ring’. The last line is perfect. Just an editing thing (you know me πŸ™‚ ) Should ‘they strangle you why you’re asleep’ be ‘while you’re asleep’?

    1. Consider it done editor lady! πŸ™‚ This is what happens when a writer gets addicted to the backspace button. πŸ˜‰

    1. Merci for appreciating them 47whitebuffalo πŸ™‚ I try to keep my razors at rest but sometimes it feels good let them out to play.

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