Cheryl A. Montgomery : May 2016

Pardon My Poetry

I Always Seem to Trip by @Thomaskhuntpoet

It's been happening year after year

It never seems to quit

People trying to walk a straight line

always seem to trip

It gets slick and it gets slippery

Especially when it's wet

I'm not betting on myself

I'd never win that bet

Here I go, I fell down again

I swear to God, it never ends

I can't seem to walk in a straight line

I trip and fall every time

I have on my best shoes

I think they look pretty good

I'm thinking I have nothing to lose

I'm forever knocking on wood

I can't seem to get this down

I'm the laughing stock of this town

I'm going for another pass

Promise me this time you won't laugh

Someday I'll meet you on the other side

If you get their first send back a ride

You'll know where to find me

I'll be back here at start

Send me anything

Send a horse and cart

I'm going to cross that line

on that day in time

I'll be wearing my smile

like a crocodile

It will be on my mind

Until I come to that line

that finds me on the river shore

That line means so much more

I'll keep plugging away

Enjoying every day

I need to find a place to sit

I need to get a grip

It's been happening year after year

I never seem to quit

I keep trying to walk a straight line

I always seem to trip

Mothman by @InfrasonicGreg

Mothman sits alone

In his apartment, watching

Quietly as the raindrops

Caress the smooth glass of the window

He traces their path

He sighs and remembers

A time when the window

Looked out onto a fresh world.

Now the rain just makes

His wings too heavy to fly

And the light dazzle

His sensitive eyes.

He finishes his cocoa and

Turns inwards.

Time to sleep.

Peregrine Falcon by @InfrasonicGreg

I'm a peregrine falcon

I hunt at 100 miles per hour

But when I miss and hit a tree

Things turn a little sour.

Contemplation By @CherylAMnty23

I always thought I wanted to be a nurse

It would ensure lots of money in my purse

The smell of the hospital was often too much

You would never believe what I had to touch

I soon realized medicine wasn’t really my thing

Nurse Montgomery didn’t quite have that ring

I started to reevaluate what I wanted to do with my life

I was actually quite happy just being a mother and a wife

I searched deep inside, to see if I could find a clue

Then all of a sudden, it hit me right out of the blue

I did not want to waste my life working for “the man”

I had to gain the courage to tell my family the new plan

I dreamt of spending all day at my desk writing

Of ghosts, witches and vampires biting

Writing let me escape the world for a little while

Gave me a chance to walk in another’s shoes for a mile

Author or Nurse that was the big decision

I love to write but I can also bandage with precision

After much deliberation, I told my husband I wanted to be writer

If I followed my heart our wallets would surely be lighter

He told me the sky was the limit and to follow my dream

Then he sat down and read all my stories, ream by ream.

I am an artist- we live off of love, who needs money?

All I need to be happy are my kids and my honey.

EXPLAIN THIS SHIT BY: @Solscript

Was I alone?

Who was I with?

Who was 'myself' with?

Was 'myself' alone?

Cause today I caught myself saying,

"Yes, I've found myself today."

Does that mean I was lost yesterday?

Should I ask myself what was I doing?

Why was 'I' not with 'myself'?

Who am I?

Is 'myself' happy finding 'I'?

Am I not 'I' without 'myself'?

Was I alone?

Who was I with?

Who was 'myself" with?

Was 'myself' alone?

Ring

I was a beauty back in my day

sparkled like their love, shiny and new.

A perfect circle like their never-ending vows.

I adorned her finger like a badge of honor,

a symbol her heart was taken and true.

She used to brag of my beauty

I was shown off to her friends.

All would squeal in unison.

Oh, to have such glee in my life again.

She was a good wife,

eventually a mother.

Loved her kids more than the world,

She loved her husband too.

Always doting on her family,

putting herself last,

prided herself on being the best.

Dinner was ready and the table was set.

She met him at the door

their eyes met, but her heart did not flutter

the butterflies were gone.

She was more dead than alive.

How did this happen?

What went wrong?

When she would look in the mirror,

the woman she once was,

was now gone.

His wife and their mother,

but that was all.

Finally made time for herself and

had only the best intentions,

but her heart wanted something else.

Met an old friend,

by friend, I mean flame.

One glimpse of him,

the butterflies were found,

her heart sent aflutter.

She laughed for the first time in forever and

suddenly her identity came rushing back.

Sprung back to life when she remembered

how fun it was before we had met.

View of her life suddenly became cloudy,

my front row seat,

now a spot on the counter.

Taken off so indiscretions remained unseen,

but that moment in time changed everything.

When she left her lover,

I went back on her finger like it was nothing;

continued her façade of a perfect family.

After that night,

when she met her husband at the door

I could feel her hands shake.

He would try to kiss her,

but she just turned her cheek.

Soon I was a stranger,

we used to be best friends.

Only a matter of time before

my increasing absence was a trend.

He finally confronted her one sad, cold night.

She couldn’t mutter anything but lies.

I knew the truth and it always prevails.

He knew in his heart too,

that she had been unfaithful.

They fought and they yelled,

he slammed the door.

Their wedding picture fell to the floor,

then shattered,

Tears welled up in his eyes

and she seemed like it didn’t even matter.

She disconnected from her once happy family.

Her guilt began to eat her alive

when she realized reality.

She would often retreat to her room

to be alone with her sins.

Transgressions of the heart are not easily forgiven.

We sat there alone in the dark,

battered and bruised,

much like their hearts.

My white gold was tarnished

their happily ever after.

My metal was misshaped

there was no more forever.

My diamond was dull

their spark was now dim.

I’ve seen all the love, the laughter, and tears,

through their trials, their triumphs and 3 little kids.

How could she have given up after ten long years?

She was a mess.

didn’t know what to do.

Her husband told her it wasn’t over,

what was broken could easily be glued.

Her lover waited patiently

while she figured out her life.

He felt guilty for loving another man’s wife.

After some thought and a bottle of wine,

she thought, “Hell they can both be mine!”

She couldn’t give up her lover

sneaking around was too much fun,

but couldn’t throw away the decade of work she had done.

I wish I could have told her to stop.

Thieves are always caught.

She stole the affections of both of these men

and then daggered their hearts.

When it all finally came to a head,

her husband was hurt and

lover felt used.

But, she also stole my life from me too.

From that moment in that dingy hotel room

when she first broke her vows,

I was doomed to live a useless existence.

Now I’m banished to that fuzzy blue box

in the back of the dark dresser drawer.

I will never adorn another finger

because her cheating heart ruined my reputation

FOREVER.

TSUNAMI by @iNailwal

One fine Sunday morning,

The news came shocking,

Nature had played a furious game,

Perishing thousands of names.

The killer Tsunami struck the coast so hard,

Making the blue sea a graveyard.

It left millions homeless and devastated,

When the earth agitated.

The ones who survived were in sad plight,

Though they escaped nature’s flight,

With the dreadful memories of the horrendous sight.

The people who got nearly drowned,

Had nightmares which continued to haunt,

Their property, their money all got washed,

Their dreams shattered and squashed.

The world in the state of shock,

Reacted to the deadly havoc.

In an unbelievable and unimaginable way,

The waves that swept everything away.

Filled with grief and tears,

This tragedy one can’t forget for years.

No one ever thought of this ugly face of sea,

A killer it never ought to be.

There’s sunshine after the rain,

Our sincere efforts have not gone in vain,

Tsunami victims, your pain we do feel,

Will do anything to make your wounds heal.

For the cause of humanity I pray,

Few consoling words to say,

He shall give you the determination,

To stand and believe in this gruesome situation.

Disasters like this tests the human race,

And prepare us for the worst to face.

A SOLDIER’S STORY by: @iNailwal

I see the sparkling eyes,

I visualize the clear blue skies,

I watch the tricolor flying high,

I hear the blissful cry.

I know those satisfied faces,

On which there are no sad traces.

“We won our land, our own Kargil”,

Says a soldier standing on tiger hill.

When his friend was shot,

The pain in his heart he got,

Had turned into mistful tears,

But still, death he did not fear.

He did his best to send the foes back,

Though tough and rough was his track,

He shot them and stopped them,

He captured and locked them.

Though the conditions there were adverse,

For him his country stood first,

Not caring for his hand which was so numb,

He forced his fingers to click the trigger of his gun.

So much stood in his way,

He did not even slept six hours a day.

Although he quivered with cold,

He went on, so brave and bold.

He missed his friends, wife, and son,

Missed the glee, the parties, and the fun,

He wrote letters to them, spoke through the phone,

He missed the ecstasy of being at home.

But what so every obstacle came,

He had one and only one aim,

His target was the enemy,

To retain the pride of his country.

What if he was shot?

Or by the enemy he was caught,

With such mixed feelings he had to fight,

When everyone slept in the night.

He remembered his comrade’s face,

Who laid his life he was great,

Stained with blood, it was his fate,

The bullet that shot him was the enemy’s hate.

The face had clutched the back,

But he agreed on, carrying his sack,

The deadly night and his plight,

But for his friend he did fight.

He knew his country needed every soldier’s best,

It was his bravery’s and courage’s test,

It needed his each and every fragment,

Every man from every regiment.

And when the sun shine broke,

It was a new light of hope.

All he could see were his countrymen,

Neither the foe nor their dens.

He felt like the happiest man on land.

Though he knew he might again face the devilish clan,

He would again be face to face with death,

And live to fight for the day next.

For him his country is his love and glory,

Here ends the brave soldier’s story,

But he did what my best pal couldn’t have done,

He fought for and saved my nation.