Tempted

photo by lolamouse

The web of temptation has you ensnared
You say it is woven of beautiful thread
Enticed by the scent of her silky soft lair
She marks you as willing prey ripe for her bed

You didn't think she could have such an allure
You thought you were too smart and too strong to tempt
But she played you so well when she acted demure
You fell like the others; you were not exempt

Despite your regret, she still does captivate
As you're spun tight in lies, she goes in for the bite
You curse yourself for being seduced by her bait
You wish for escape, but it's too late, goodnight.

submitted for Poetry Jam, Temptation
One Shot Wednesday at One Shot Poetry

Shades of Summer Red

photo courtesy of Poetry Jam

Fizzy cold Cherry Splash soda

if we are really lucky or

Sugary sweet red Kool Aid

bright enough to stain our lips

if it's for us

Watered down to a paler vintage
to sell for 3 cents a Dixie Cup
from the Radio Flyer wagon

Come evening the booty is exchanged 
for cherry popsicles 
from the Good Humor man

We never have the patience to save up

for the Strawberry Shortcake bars 
we really covet

Skinned knees and scraped elbows

from falling off our bikes

or from playing maul ball 
with the older kids

On occasion, a loose tooth knocked clean out

leaving a bloody hole and bragging rights

The stench of rotting crab apples

squishing under bare feet 

running across the lawn

through the sprinklers

watering  the fire red azaleas

and the bricks on the house fronts

Someone's mom pokes out her head and calls

we scatter

Like gnats being shooed away

Until we gather again

submitted for Poetry Jam

One Shot Wednesday, Week 49,  at One Stop Poetry

Poetry Pantry 52 at Poets United

Bitch

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Call me whore

I'm not afraid to explore

My sexuality with him

Or with her

But with you, I defer

Your eyes can undress me

But you'll never possess me

Call me bitch

Yeah, that's rich

'Cause I speak my mind

And I'm not always kind

You can't dismiss me

So you try and dis' me

Call me a cunt

'Cause I won't do what you want

I'm nobody's slave

Don't tell me how to behave

You know you can't tame me

And I won't let you shame me

Think I'm a whore you can buy?

Go on, fool, you just try

This bitch'll bark loud

She is smart and she's proud 
I'm not feelin' contrite

This cunt's got teeth that can bite

submitted for May Poetry Challenge, Power, at Verse in a Nutshell
One Shot Wednesday, week 46, at One Stop Poetry

Migraine 2

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Little girl holds her head and cries but the crying makes the hurt worse and she can't stop and she cries and she cries and she cries and she vomits and she sleeps
     Repeat
          Repeat
               Ad nauseum
And she knows now to keep an old pot by her bed just in case she can't make it to the toilet and her mother laughs and calls it the puke pot which only makes her feel worse because how many kids have one of these?

And then there are the doctors who say it's just nerves it's just all in her head because she's too high strung for a kid and here's some pills to calm her down but they don't help and she flushes them
     Down
          Down
               The toilet

She learns to live with pain like it's the weather and sometimes it's just there in the background and sometimes it's not noticeable at all and sometimes it's all she can think about like a hurricane in her brain wiping out everything in its path
     Drowning
          Drowning
               Coming up for air

Then there are the meds and their promises of redemption if only she'd add one more pill, one more vitamin, up the dosage, go off-label, stick with the brand name, stick it up your ass

And no major side effects to speak of so we won't speak of them

dizziness fainting abnormal body temperature glaucoma weight gain anxiety tingling odd taste weight loss poor concentration cognitive impairment numbness decreased libido depression poor concentration  poor concentration poor concentration

Grown woman holds her head and cries and her daughter has the same damn disease and that makes her cry more and yes it is all in her head and she just wants it to
     STOP

submitted for The Poetry Bus hosted by NanU at Have genes will travel
also submitted for One Shot Wednesday, Week 42 at One Stop Poetry 
and Poetry Month Clambake, Week Three

Thanks Luna!