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Poetry

Irish Goodbye

       run with the wind
just like that
                               gone

       who will remember
I was here
                               none

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Poetry Saturday Expressions

What now? | Session 18

If it was never fixed,
    it can’t be rebroken

yet it’s shattered now completely

while I am made whole

I have been repurposed
                   utterly renewed

now I know
         freedom,     not heartache,
         ensues

amazing – I waited
                   so patiently —
. . .
         okay, no
                    I begged
I literally got on my knees and pleaded

(humiliating really)

for C L O S U R E

I practically pulled my own teeth for it

(I simply stole a toothbrush instead)

I was intoxicated by the lust for a bitter end –

while being denied it again and again

knowing it’s going to come
inevitably

so I begged for early release

the buildup was incredible
intense at times

(filled with that crazed yearning)

but, as it so often is, then withheld

so when the climax didn’t come

time went by and trepidation

S t R e t c H e d

to a numbed oblivion, almost
forgotten – then rediscovered and

(as I was waiting for, begging for)

followed by the instant explosion,

so incredibly quick we call brief into question

a lit fuse to a pinch of dynamite

I waited for the punch! And it never came

it merely sizzled
                 a spark, lacking flame
                                  and while I wish

so strongly, I could say,       you too
were just a sizzle to me

instead I just admit you were a strong second

(sorry, never a first)

and of course such thirst for you

has permanently ended

no hurt            no difficult goodbye

no hard feelings

             just sweet, sweet relief

what now?

Enlightenment

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Good Fortune Philosophy Poetry

Mission Accomplished

I’m done with wishy-washy
done with undecided

Finished with fools
I’m ditching unreliables

I’m done with second chances
done with forgiving

Prove yourself now or get
on with your living

I can’t deal with backwash
won’t swallow minced words

I’m tired of dream fluff
save that bullshit for birds

You were spineless and weak
a watered down turd

No more namby-pamby
get gone from my life

I’m holding out for a hero
who’s holding out for me, wife

Your fickle vacillation
nearly drove me insane

And worse, you blame me,
as if I changed my name

I’m done with remembering
I just don’t have the time

You were too wishy-washy
Now thank god you’re not mine