Elite Scrimmage

Crimson moon
scuttled dark
tempers flare
short
walk away quickly
before
death does come
he is tired
of waiting in the corner.
Leaning upon his scythe
waiting
dreaming for the time
when you will fuck up
think without care
speak without reason
as I listen
wondering
head cocked to the side
how much further do you dare?
Push me
tempt me
keys pressed violently
deep breath
control the red dimmed vision
you ninny
dancing around
ape like
only
they are smarter.
Tarnished copper crown
falls
rolling through dusted floors
crocodile tears
ranting
how this is so undeserved
how could we be so mean
how could we be……
medieval like
as his head does roll
right to my boot toe
I just smile
death always did like
a good game of soccer.
©March 30/20
Picture via Pinterst

Bog Monster

Lilting
on the air
love song
gentle dream.
Golden hours
long slippery nights
time in a bubble
a desire
a love affair
ever so rare
or so I thought.
Woven fantasies
spoken
dreams created
wisps of smoke
waiting
wanting
spoke to me
of fairy tales.
Always wanted my fairy prince
my knight in shining armour
my king
to lay with queenly self
to call forth passion
to ease the inner ache
I constantly feel.
I would like to know
within the multitude of frogs I have kissed
have you any advice
what do I need to change
so y’all will stay in the swamp?
©March 18/20
Picture via Pinterest

Mr. Cannot

Where oh where 
could my prince be?
Lost in a tree?
Lost at sea?
Lost and refusing to ask directions?
Would not surprise me.
Everyone tells me to be patient
to wait
bide my time
until the right one comes
sweeping me off my feet
making me believe in romance
true love
and all the rest of that garbage.
True love
manure if you ask me
no man is going to sweep me away
take away my problems
make me feel sweet and light
a princess in disguise.
Knights is shining armour
do not exist
or rather I have not met one yet.
However I have met:
Mr. Cannot Commit.
Mr. Cannot Love.
Mr. Cannot be faithful.
Mr. Cannot tell the truth.
Mr. Cannot control self.
Mr. Cannot…..
Where is Mr. Can?
No where to be found.
Were I to put out a bounty
do you think that he would appear?
Or once more
surrounded by frogs
willing to kiss no more.
©March 2/20
Picture via Pinterest

Anti-Valentine’s Day

Searching
peering back
dart around the corner
shadowed
always there
get away
quickly
he is coming.
I had hoped
I really thought:
Well this year little miss
he can’t get you
there is no one around
you are safe.
Here I am though
running
terror filled
desperate to outrace him
wishing
the full moon
disappear
leave me in utter darkness.
Holy shit
little prick
who does he think he is?
Year after year
I am done with it all
I am going to stand 
Face him
Make him 
leave me the hell alone. 
Turn
head on
a deer caught in the headlights
quickly seen
hunter strides towards the hunted
lifting bow
aiming
all with that cute little moue.
Stop right there Cupid
I am done playing your stupid games
love does not exist
for me 
so please
take your bow
take your arrows 
and go find someone else to love.
Evil little thing
he smiled insincerely
sudden thwack
I jerk back
he hit me with an arrow……
again.
©Feb. 14/20
Picture via Pinterest

To all the Trolls I Loved Before (😂😂)

I wrote this in response to two trolling emails via my contact that I received. Does that mean I have made it? If I upset someone that much? Can you tell how funny I find this? 😂😂

Face contorted

spittle flying

rage
so ugly making
words
used to attack
to tear down
what is feared.
Sit before your screen
back lit by your fury
your terror
that voices rise up
words combined
sentences created
marring your version of reality.
Vindictive
your voice the only to matter…..
sense of narcissism in that
such as you accuse others of having.
Hide behind anonymity
believe your tirade will garner notice
when in reality
we just hit the delete button.
Consigning you
your vile words
to the eternal trash bin
of the internet
forever to float
untethered
unnoticed
unheard
shoulder shrug
while you sit stewing
waiting for the next one.
©January 30/20
Picture is my own.

Props…..

Tember after being told where to find his clean clothes:

Tember: Props to you mom for folding my clothes and putting them on the shelf.

Me (after staring at him for a moment or two): I do not need any props from you. What I do need is for you to start doing your own laundry……then I will have props for you! 

He was still giggling as he closed the bathroom door.

***Today if finally dawned on me who Tember reminds me of when he does his chortle giggle: Mutley!

Picture of Mutley found on Pinterest

 

And the Winner Is…..

I was not today but I certainly was yesterday. Confused yet? I would be for you have not had the pleasure of hearing the tale of the late ones.
Not sure if everyone recalls that I had made it a goal to have Tember to school no later than 9 a.m. And I was doing really well until now.
Back story to how this all came about: I was running later then usual and took the round-about a little quicker than I should have and yelled wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. Tember looks at me and shakes his head. What? I asked fairly defensively. He has taken to making fun of me a lot……only right considering all the things I make fun of him about…..You have got to be the only parent that does that going around the corner. Well it is fun leaning like you are racing. Hey do you think that that is what late parents do? Race to not be the last? (There are a few of us) Okay Tember get ready undo your seat beat I will slowly roll while you fold and roll buddy we can’t be the last ones. Tember looks at me like I am absolutely nuts and gives me a kiss. This has now become a running joke with us. And seriously I cannot be the only one…..right?
In part the reason that I am getting later is sometimes I am writing. As was the case yesterday. Another part is brushing snow off the car. Again as was the case yesterday. Warm the car up in -30 C weather before being able to get out the door to take Tember to school. And I will say that yesterday was a doozy of a day. Cold and snowing blowing the car did not even warm up at all yesterday. I told Tember that I was fairly confident that I would not be the only parent dropping their kid off late……there had to be a few of us. And there were. But I get ahead of myself.
I pull in chortling because I am not the last vehicle. I can see three more cars come whipping around the round-about. But there is snow on the back window again so I have to get out and brush off. Tember shook his head and said oh god mom you are going to be that mom this morning aren’t you? I am guessing there is a mom like me every morning. You know that parent. Daring to make themselves visible to in coming classmates. He is lucky that I did not grab him and kiss him. Waved good bye and hopped back in car. As I drove away a couple of more cars in pulled to disgorge children. I giggled to myself as I pictured the other parents who now were not the last last cheering and punching air or dancing in seat or both chanting: I’m not the last one. I’m not the last one.
Well this morning I was most definitely the last one. I think. But in my defense it felt like -39 C. It was damn cold because even with having been plugged in my car had a really rough time starting. I start work later today so I plan to run the car a good twenty minutes before leaving. Will also have to run out on breaks and run car. These temps are hard on gas that is for sure but at least gas is now under a $1 so there is the silver lining there. We all bundle up. When you live in Manitoba you really cannot gripe about the weather…..we can always move.
Stay tuned for tomorrow’s winner…..maybe it will be me!
Jan. 16/20