Saturday Feature #1

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Hi everyone! Welcome to the first Saturday feature :D I have some lovely pieces of writing for yo to check out - make sure to show love to the artists and :+fav: and comment on their work! :heart:


Kitchen BluesSunday was chicken and collard greens with rice.
Yesterday was fried ham and chit'lins served twice.
But today, yes sweet Lord, it's now in your hands,
Ain't nothin' shakin' now but the baby grand.
I'm tipsy when bread dough rises, like my love.
Oh dear God, I can't help myself, like my love.
On the stove, butter melts on hot slabs of bread.
I'm tipsy when the yeast goes straight to my head.
Can't hear you, you know what I'm talkin' about.
Soon's the weather breaks tonight she's goin' out.
She'll be dressed for sin, and won't be stayin' in.
She's smellin' BBQ from the chicken shack
Near the house of ill repute across the track.
But this sinner don't care what the hell she wears,
Or doesn't cook for dinner, and I'm beggin'
As darkness swallows her and laughs at my tears. roses and brier“I’ve never planted roots-“
she said,
believing her body to be
on a road trip
to nowhere.
“Well—“ I smiled,
“let’s be like roses & brier.
We will go nowhere, together.”
Daddy Doesn't RememberDaddy doesn't remember me.
Daddy doesn't remember Mommy.
Daddy doesn't remember his life.
He's stuck
In the year 1975,
Back when he was fifteen.
He still thinks his mom is alive.
He still thinks he's going to get beaten
For not being home.
And he still doesn't
Know himself.
Daddy doesn't remember me.
Daddy doesn't remember Mommy.
Daddy doesn't remember my sisters.
Daddy doesn't remember his life.
He's stuck
In his past.
And suddenly
He collapses.
"Daddy," I cry
Tears filling my eyes.
"Wake up!"
And after a while
After he lies there, lifeless
For over a half hour..
He wakes up.
"What happened?" He asks.
"Nothing Daddy."
Daddy didn't remember me.
Daddy didn't remember Mommy.
Daddy didn't remember my sisters.
But Daddy doesn't remember that. Tiny Grave On the Hilltopwalk along
this long valley
then climb
on up the hill
there you will find
a lonely headstone
standing rigid
against the wind
it was placed over
a tiny grave side
it was dug to hide an evil
that was done by the light of the moon
a tiny body there in rests
that once had life and a warm smile
she felt love in her heart
and the sun upon her brow
but the one that her heart did fall for
he was vain and cruel
having not any good intentions
thought only of his self
he took what the tiny girl offered
she being young and full of trust
but he left her never returning
alone she cried his sorry name
then the day came
when she knew the horror
she was to have his own child
but to no one could she confide
no one to understand or to take her side
fear and shame kept her lips sealed
until she could stand before him
weeping out the wicked truth
but he laughed out so hard
that he tore her soul
wounding her young heart
realization came to her too late
for she saw the intent in his eyes
she turned to run
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Sanguine Fluiddichotomize his ribcage
grit your plaster teeth &
craft him out of decimals & dicta
leave him copper for the fragments
of his styrene collar bones
& drain the marrow from
between his felt-tip fingers
sugar water in his paper cup
& bitten lips daubed cyanosis blue
(isn't she just pathetic?) Growing The Western Babylon
Oh I dread those sirens of a growing Babylon.
I close my exhausted eyes only to hear them amplified.
From shear curiosity,
my eyes open wide and dry.
Here in this sinful land,
Injustice flows like the bodily fluids within the filthy streets.
The law is but a play in which the audience
falls asleep while it is violated and victimized.
Dread is the wretched entity that makes
my red eyes peak over my slouching shoulders,
finding a perfect shadow of monstrous paranoia
devouring my footprints as I walk through a daily routine.
God forbid this infection to grow any further
beyond this accursed land,
where Mother Nature avoids a merciful treatment
as her law of this patch of dust, and dirt.
Welcome to the Western Babylon.
From sea to polluted sea.
How dreary a cloud that's hovered over and made it's place
over our crumbling towers and pitiful structures of vain conquest.
My eyes are filled with tears, the water found in a gray drought,
squeezed drop by drop from the core of my beating heart..
:thumb349233669: Little Sally's Dirty FeetLittle Sally had a problem. Little Sally always had dirty feet. Her mother would clean them and clean them and clean them, but Little Sally would just go and get them dirty again. Her mother was a very clean person and always worried about her daughter. She could not understand why Little Sally always had such dirty feet. Why, she herself had come from a long line of clean people who would not have tolerated such dirty feet in the house. She must have gotten the genes from her father's side; Little Sally's mother would think to herself. Meanwhile, she would watch in agony as Little Sally would once again bring dirty feet into her spotlessly clean house.
Now Little Sally wasn't a completely dirty girl. She was always clean from head to ankle. Her only problem was that she loved having dirty feet. She loved wriggling her feet in mud. She loved the feel of mud between her toes. She could spend many a quiet hour sitting with her feet in mud, smiling to herself. She would wiggle her dirty t



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Jade-Pandora
Sorry for the delay to thank you - I was crazy with stuff that kept me away...

but my goodness, thank you for featuring my poem, dear, I really appreciate your support! :hug: