broken inside broken in two broken promise that didn’t come true broken happiness broken joy broken life all destroyed broken dreams broken hope broken will no way to cope broken spirit broken mind broken in pieces and left behind ©copyright 2023 jai unbounded quatrain
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The morning is heavy, pregnant with spring. Dew sparkles on the new blades stretched in mass, Testing their new-found strength; in shouts of green, They greet the rose-soft sunrise, raise their glass, Salute their warm savior with verve and sass. “Hello!” shout the iris, waving blue heads. “Hello!” shout the tulips, white, pink, and red. Near the barn, johnny-jump-ups perk their ears, Wonder why the fuss from their vain cousins. After all, from early March they’ve been here, Yellow and purple, dozens and dozens. Popping up while the ground is yet frozen, Johnnys are trailblazers, fearless and bold. What’s the big deal about a little cold? ©2023 jai rhyme royal
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the wolf is at the door
he howls…I moan
he knows I am in here
afraid and all alone
the wolf is at the door
he claws the ancient wood
he knows I am behind it
he knows I will taste good
the wolf is at the door
his nose draws in my smell
tastes the sweetness of my fear
his appetite I will quell
the wolf is at the door
I rise to let him in
this night will witness penance
past time to pay for sins
the wolf is at the door
I gather my courage close
my fingers curl round the icy knob
I let in the lupine ghost
the wolf is in the door
he growls...I scream
thrust my dagger into his heart
carve out his bloody wet dream
the wolf is on the floor
I smile in satisfaction
he thought I would be an easy meal
too weak to take bold action
the wolf dies on the floor
no longer a threat to me
I write my name in his cooling blood
for other wolves to see
©2023 jai
Image by Peace,love,happiness from Pixabay
There was a young man named Bobby,
whose girlfriend made him a zombie.
When he started to rot,
she kicked his butt out,
without even his morning coffee.
©️2023 jai
limerick
Image by Russell Holden from Pixabay
told to honor and obey little girls can’t find their way lips zipped against food and speech gotta stay skinny, gotta stay meek or true love won’t come their way submerging self, the price they pay striving to be who he wants her to be she loses her and becomes his she put Prince Charming on lofty pedestal feed the ego of immature male make him feel like a mighty king no matter the fact you’ll never be queen for him, queens are the porn-star pack perfect dolls all waxed, maxed, and stacked always ready, willing, and able not real women...just juvenile fables poor little girls become old women before realizing there is no winning for the enlightened, this epiphany brings joy no more worries about pleasing a boy just march to the beat of your own ditzy drummer pick white daisies in your own field of summer dance in the rain while the devil beats his wife and always carry a big suspicious knife ©️2023 jai
Image by Jill Wellington from Pixabay
March chimes tinkle in the wind
Telling me spring is on the way,
Chasing away dark winter days.
And I wonder where the wind has been.
Unlike winter, spring sports a grin,
All toothy gold, warm, and gay.
March chimes tinkle in the wind,
Telling me spring is on the way.
Sometimes brash, chimes dance, drunk on gin.
Or perhaps, weed entered the fray.
Drunk or high or merry, who’s to say?
They jump and jingle as they spin—
March chimes tinkle in the wind,
Telling me spring is on the way.
©️2023 jai
rondel
(Author’s note: written for my mother, whose favorite season was spring.)
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there was a silly girl
who didn't see
the mistake she made
by trusting me
she gave her heart
she gave her all
and I tripped her up
just to watch her fall
I felt big by
making her small
used sarcasm and anger
kept her back to the wall
I didn't listen
I didn't see
that she stopped loving
wanted only to be free
now I’m sorry
but it comes too late
for too long I sowed meanness
and now I reap her hate
©️2023 jai
Image by Brigitte Werner from Pixabay
it starts
and it ends
takes flight on dark wings
and soars from my pen
hell rises up
heaven falls
demons rush in
and pass through the walls
of the human psyche shored up
by gossamer gods and magic pills
tromping through mires of disbelief
brandishing swords, counting kills
nothing can save you now
not pleas, prayers, nor unholy deals
from the monsters I’ve set free
to sink barbed teeth into your heels
and drag your evil carcass down
into the tenebrous pits below
to rip apart your foul flesh
and feast upon your black soul
it starts
and it ends
takes flight on dark wings
and soars from my pen
©2023 jai
Image by steven underhill from Pixabay
On the Fringe of Darkness 