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 Dec 2013 Randy Vera
sinderella
here's a nice story
here's a nice tale
of a girl who
sought comfort
in fairytales
and books
filled with
romance
and other
fine things
© sinderella.
 Dec 2013 Randy Vera
nnylhsa
craziness is the best way to describe it.

its like the building block for the upcoming dreadful emotions.

its as if your imagination knows something your heart and mind dont.

like its always a few steps or actions ahead from the rest of you.

you can hear voices from all different paths and you know one of those paths will lead you out of that before stage and back to the happyness but you also know the others will only pitchen in color and theyll close you in and there is no turning back to make the right choice.

but the part that is the craziest is i hear you voice louder then the rest.

its as if im going crazy.

it really is.

with the devils and demons and monsters pulling at the threads that hold me together trying to find that last strand.

but its almost as if someone or something is holding onto that last strand.

saving that last strand.

(a.b)
Hell's demons are everywhere
If I could only convince you to see
Drinking gin and tonic with style
Sipping haughtily on lemon and tea

Their distorted evil frightening faces
Are masked from human sight
As they pass you with indifference
Grinning and nodding
Moving left to right

However
Without warning
As their vicious appetites call
Growing hungry for souls
In the silence of the night
They gobble up foolish sinners they encounter
That disappear forever from sight

So the next time you have the desire to dine in the  evening
Take a  moment or a second or two
Remember faces are not all they seem
A demon may be sipping a martini,
While smiling and sitting right next to you


This poem is copyrighted and stored in author base. All material subject to Copyright Infringement laws
Section 512(c)(3) of the U.S. Copyright
Act, 17 U.S.C. S512(c)(3), Tammy M. Darby
The hands that held me when I was just an infant,
The one who was from heaven sent,
The one whose hand i held and learnt how to walk,
He put values in me and taught me how to talk,
He inspired me to be the leader,
The one whose love over time just grew deeper,
He always cared about my happiness,
He took away all my stress,
He was beside me in all the seasons,
And for no mistake did he ask for a reason,
The one whose love is so divine,
The one who I can proudly call mine,
The one who never lets me feel low,
The one who tells me to enjoy life's flow,
All the decisions that he made for me were just to right,
Even then unknowingly i bring up fights,
The one who doesn't judge me at all,
The one who thinks that I am his baby doll,
The one who fulfills all my wishes,
For him i have a bag full of kisses,
He has always been there by my side wiping all my tears,
He is my dad he will never let me sink in fears,
Daddy it's too less to ever thank you,
But all I can say is i can't live without you
Papa it's true,
The best daddy is you!
 Dec 2013 Randy Vera
Keelyn Mac
I would tell you I believed in destiny
but I couldn't prove a thing
how did something so beautiful
find its way back to me.

K.W.
dream girl.
There’s no love sated
In one man, one woman
It flows unabated
For endless span!

In life she had seven husbands
But love with her is buried where her tomb stands
Many more might have come to her life
The lady she’s known as *the seven husband’s wife.


Empty would seem her heart’s treasure trove
If she had stuck to merely one love
So when tired she banished one for good
Found herself another as her soul’s food.

She searched love towards that end made attempt
But after a while grew familiarity’s contempt
Love is no water that can be held in one jerrycan
When one man was exhausted was time for another man.

Often she fell for them drawn by their exterior
Only to find afterwards their inferiority to her
All their sweet talks were hollow in every bit
Impossible was to endure their annoying habit.

Yet she didn’t cease her search for love true sublime
To bond in a relationship that would stand the test of time
But that she never found remained empty her treasure trove
She passed from one man to the other not found real love.

The seven men that failed her in love she ended their term
For they unbeknownst to them had caused her fatal harm
By not fulfilling her cherished goal not being loving husband
*Leaving her with no choice but with their blood to smear her hand!
At the tomb and memorial of Susanna Anna Maria (cover photo), 1809
It’s said she had married seven times and killed all her husbands as they failed her in love.
She lived in a period (18th century) when a woman couldn’t live with men without marriage.
green hungry eyes wait for me at the road corner
a forever mourner
my disappointment i can't hide
failing once again to feed a mouth on the roadside!

her every evening i meet
waits the pariah on the street
for one scrap of biscuit!

she's my sullen evening's muse
quite easily i find an excuse
sorry sweetie i was lost in thought
am sorry i again forgot!


she waits till the last of my sight
till gone in the stark length of night
her eyes pleading tomorrow when we meet
must celebrate with a piece of biscuit!

the night sky brims with the stars
in the air is grim chill's curse
*what if she's carried away on wings
leaving me with desolate evenings!
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