CHARLOTTE’S WEB

CHARLOTTE’S WEB

 

From the tips of her extremities

She spun her web of lies

Delicately interwoven

With many lows and highs.

 

She lured them in so easily

With her stunning looks and charm

The lonely, sad and gullible

Unprepared to face her harm.

 

She took from them their dignity

Their bank accounts and more

She never dreamed there’d come a day

Someone would tie the score.

 

Befriended by another who

Was on to Charlotte’s game

She eased right into Charlotte’s world

Her intentions were the same.

 

To take from Charlotte all the things

She had swindled from her pray

And leave Charlotte empty handed

Not knowing what to say.

 

Charlotte realized she’d met her match

From a chick as smart as she

Which made the sting a little less

She was set to let it be.

 

But that web we call the internet

Can deceive all in its wake

Seems that Charlotte lost it all

To the ones she had foresaked.

 

Try keeping your intentions pure

When on the world wide web

And when you find Charlottes and the like

Then swat those spiders dead!

 

Warning Song

When the storm rolls in,
don’t forget to breathe.
Look straight up, dark clouds
above you, and blink in the drops.
It’s okay to open your mouth.
When you are tired, rest.
When you are hungry, eat.
When you are cold, you may
go inside. Close the blinds
and draw the curtains.
Do not open them.
Do not open them.
You may light a single candle
or use a single flashlight.
No more than this.
Stay awake until the rumbling stops.
Don’t forget to breathe.

Hour 10

And the slew of disappointing short form fob-off poems continues.

But I’m still taking part and I’m enjoying my private life at the same time, so that’s all that matters.

Finger and toe tips

Pleasures crawling over skin

Make me yours again

April

April
Crack of the bat
Smell of the glove
Feel the scarlet stitching
Brown stained white sphere

Handed the mask
And the gear
Behind the plate
Can never show fear

Running drills
Day after day
Constantly dirty baseball cleats
Never will forget that baseball year

March

“Happy birthday to you…”
Sung by friends and family
Smiling awkwardly
Sitting there and waiting
Watching as the flame eats more and more of his wax meal

“Happy birthday to you..”
11 going on to 12
One last year of being a kid
Before the teenage years
Then adulthood

“Happy birthday dear…”
Contemplating the birthday wish
A bike, video game, or a new book
My last birthday wish
As a child

“Happy birthday to you!”
The singing is over
Here comes the moment
Close my eyes and make a silent wish
Wish for a happy life
Guess I am actually
Growing up..

(Hour 09) 06.30-07.30am. PROMPT, book title (+ extras)

As luck would have it.

The atlas of us.
Our souls at night.
One of us is lying.

Look into my eyes.
A thousand pieces of you.
You are not so smart.

Those who leave & those who stay.

Everything you need.
When you reach me.
We are called to rise.

All I ever wanted.
If I forget you.
The reason I jump.

I hope they serve beer in hell.

 

Just to spice things up, I played a couple of wee little games here.
ALL these are book titles on my shelves ATM.
ALL have a pronoun in the title (except ironically, the title).
& cos I didn’t quite nail the sevenling in the prompt before — this is a FOURTEENLING (or double sevenling hahahaha)

Damn

The lone moonbeam finds its way

Through the high fog, 

Masking the tops of the firs

Lining the shoreline past the dock.

We wade together, not silent, but with hushed tones.

I with my coffee and you, your canteen.

Water lapping the concrete 

Invading my thoughts 

As we unknowingly step off the shelf

Into the abyss.

The Lunar Laments!

In a moonbeam night,
smelling old books on my shelf,
I want to feel a soothing coffee.

From there I will rise,
move like a lazy beauty,
piercing the fog.
And I will climb the fir,
I’ll sing loud the canteen songs,
which I sang once with my dearest ones!

Damn!these dreams are very,very short to live!