Bewitched Lover

**So it turns out I lied. Here is today’s poem.
Midnight love
fast
hard
intense
hot sweaty bodies
coming together in the night.
Heady
overwhelming
senses unable to keep up
sensory exploration
afraid one might blow up.
He wooed you
swept you off your feet
first time you thought
felt
that you mattered.
You felt beautiful
sexy
confidence grew
once more you could look in the mirror.
Brutal fall
wind swept beach
waves pounding
eroding
sandy bases
huh
suddenly
your eyes
they are wide open.
Truth be told
look back with the cold reality
a bullet was missed
thank god
he fucked up
you discovered
guess you can thank her for that.
©Sept. 12/19
Picture one of mine.
Matlock Beach Manitoba Canada 2019
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Signs That You Are Dehydrated

I found this very informative and learned a few things I did not know. Please give it a read.

Be Inspired..!!

Water is essential for life. From the time that primeval species ventured from the oceans to live on land, a major key to survival has been prevention of dehydration. Adequate fluid intake and homeostasis of total body water is essential for human health and survival, including maintaining brain function.

It is important to know the signs and symptoms of dehydration. Here are some subtle signs :

  • Headaches : Feeling lightheaded and having headaches are signs that your body needs water. When your body’s hydration levels drop, it prompts to a lessened measure of liquid encompassing your mind, which shields it from gentle knocks and development.
  • Poor Concentration : Lack of hydration can also cause difficulty in focusing, forgetting things easily and troubles in communication.
  • Dry Mouth & Bad Breath : Having a bad breath is another sign that your body needs water. Because of the absence of water, your body creates…

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Word of the Day Challenge-Untitled Poem #39

All sit around the table
watching
waiting
wondering who they will see today:
the joker…..
the coker….
or
the screeching maniac
believing that world is about to attack?
Don your makeup
close up will happen at noon.
Lies trip from lips
grimace in place of a smile
glance at the clock
countdown begins……
ten
nine
eight…..
Finger on the trigger
when did you pull a gun?
Wanton disregard
psychopath you are
destroying
raping
marauding.
Shore up your battle lines
all await your downfall.
Jocular in public
raise your hand
wave the white flag
be kind to all who look your way
but
when the doors do close
the face comes off
reality sets in
and demons begin to froth.
Sold your soul to the devil
made your pact
ready to pay?
He will be back.
©July 13/19
Picture found on Pinterest

Not Just My Verse — Insomnia

This is a poem about insomnia that Rory over at A Guy called Bloke. I hope you enjoy everyone’s contributions.

This, That, and The Other

72EC02B7-B1F8-49A3-98B6-FAC597ED994FSo Rory (A Guy Called Bloke) started another one of his poetry blog hop thingies. He chooses a topic — in this case, insomnia — and writes four lines of rhyming verse. Then he tags one of his readers who will, in turn, add his or her own four lines of rhyming verse to Rory’s and then tag one of his or her own readers to do the same. And so on and so on. It’s a case of wash, rinse, repeat. Once the poem [verse] leaves Rory’s blog, the next series of bloggers can take it wherever they want with regards their own four line verses, but they must always stay on topic.

Here’s how Rory got it started:

Why do you evade me so? It makes for no sense,
In truth, to do so unkindly and unwarranted, is nonsense!
I have tried counting all sorts, from stars to wide…

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Never Again

Awakening
time has ceased to spool
forward
backward
all gone
there is only now.
A now
filled with pain
filled with darkness
filled with sorrow
and rage.
This box I am in
not one of my own making.
Thoughts
ideas
imposed on me by the will of others
nothing I can say.
I am not the sum of everyone
I am not the sum of those people
who are trying to corner me
rip free the freedom
the relief that I have found.
Reverting once more
into that small hurting girl I use to be.
Fear becomes a constant companion
causing me to wonder:
have I reverted in reality
or merely seeing the mirage of truth
that others feel is real?
I know this is false
this is not who I am.
Fuzzy headed
drugged
sedated
try to take the hard won freedom
this life I have built for myself.
I will fight 
I will win
I am never going back there again.
©May 24/19
Picture via Pinterest found by The Eclectic Contrarian

 

Voices Raised

You yell
you scream
you make me feel
like all is my fault
but really?
Let me ask
you fucked her
not me
how am I the one at fault?
You know you did me wrong
you wrecked my soul
my heart.
You promised me
that you loved me
would do anything for me
but you also swore
this would not happen
you would not fall.
Babe all I can say
I don’t know if I love you
the pain I feel
has more to do with respect
with broken trust
than actual love.
Not a  woman
just a child
you as well
come calling when you get tired 
of dirt
of hovels
of paper plates.
I will pick up the pieces.
You will come crawling
I ain’t stupid man.
I know what this game is.
Go ahead
watch me step back
hey babe
whose life means more?
Tongue tied
I know what is done
she ruined our fun
you don’t care
I am sorry to say
she will fuck you 
in the end.
(and she did)
Feb. 11/19