Jeremy Mifsud's Blog, page 23

Creature of Concrete

Ironed suits and polished shoes,

bound by contracts long ago signed.

Travelling through the smog of traffic

from one high-rise to another,

one day I will find my home.

I have reached a cool locked door

to the vault of my dreams,

with the touch of my ink-smudged hands

the door creaks open.

Flooded by an ocean of jewels and cash,

like a mermaid I dive,

only to resurface seconds later

gasping for air.

My face painted in regret,

I look back and soon realise

there was no second I have lived,

if only I could start

all over again.

~

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The Star

An endless stairway

to the top of the tree,

upwards I climb

infinitely,

this year, I will be

the Star

on the fir tree.

 

~

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Coated

Dashing,

that is how I look –

or at least, that is how I feel.

Fitting like a glove

right in the heart of society,

yet some people were not pleased,

thought I look rough around the edges.

They soaked me in varnish,

the powerful smell

almost knocked me out,

and I do feel heavier now…

scared that I am no longer swift.

My parents grin with satisfcation,

their pride radiates warmth,

I look picture-perfect,

butI no longer like

the man I see in the mirror.

~ Prompt: Varnish

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Abandoned

Constructed a castle on soft sand,

skin scorched by sizzling sun.

I built a throne for you

surrounded by pebbles

as if they were diamonds.

You are fit to be king,

to be the ruler of my kingdom

and I trust all in you.

One fierce gust of wind,

a wave multiplied,

tall enough to drown all my dreams

and flood the castle.

My king has been carried away,

and I lay heartbroken,

alone,

wondering where it all went wrong.

I thought you promised that

you would forever stay.

~

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A Christmas Fairyale

If I had to ask you

what do you think of when I say ‘disguise’,

you may blindly speak of Carnival, Halloween

or a ball in Venice.

Well, you see,

you might have missed Christmas,

THAT time of year you get to see

all your friends and family.

It is not as simple as

painting your face with make-up

or being the best-dressed.

What follows is a harrowing mystery:

people wear masks portraying jolly smiles,

unbreakable even by desperate tragedies,

they screw their masks into their face,

not one loose nail, no chance to fail.

A true fairytale, that of Christmas,

were every depressed being

pretends to be on cloud nine

to not disrupt the traditions and atmosphere

of the headless people,

unable to see

the pain deep inside one’s eyes.

~

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The Hollow Chamber

Staring at a blank page,

waiting for ideas to fall from the sky,

for my hand to write bibles

without much thought.

Noise blurs my vision,

messages interrupted all through my brain

so I put my hands over my ears

to block out the distractions.

The disturbance grew

as an uproar echoed in the void of my head,

unable to escape this hollow chamber.

I put my hands away,

grabbing a pen –

I started hearing again.

Dogs barking, birds chirping,

loudest tantrum by the next-door toddler,

music to the mind that got used to silence,

thoughts flooded my brain.

Now I am merely pumping out the excess.

~

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PROMISES

Put me on a pedestal

Raise me higher up

Officiate me as your one and only god,

My hands hold your heart,

It can be crushed by my grip,

Sorry soul is what you are,

Enchanted by deceit, foolish

Slave of mine.

~

Acrostic poem, i.e. The first letter of each line spells a word (title).

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Three is a Wreck

You, me, him,

three of us,

treacherous russian roulette.

Blind eyes to

his chiseled body

wrapped around you.

Bawling in bed,

next morning bleaker

than last night.

~ 3 words per line, 3 lines per stanza, 3 stanzas.

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A Storm

Outside, silver skies mingle,

storm manifesting turbulance,

safety malfunctioning…

sudden outage!

Storekeepers mystified,

rising suspicions of sabotage,

meteorologist raided swiftly

all treasured objects,

sons of treacherous rats,

ran away.

~

note: a somewhat fun poem using words starting with the letters of the title.

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Fugitive

All she sees is faces,

their eyes rolling through space

attempting to locate her.

Eyes lock.

THUD.

Body trembling.

THUD.

Information overload.

THUD.

Her whole world is shaking,

a fugitive

running away from life,

her mind is breaking.

Running, running, running,

she’s got nowhere to

hide, hide, hide,

behind her the spies

chasing, chasing, chasing,

after a fugitive

running away from life.

~

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