Simple Silver

Chevalterre Nabil
- 24 OCT 2014
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I was raised by Bizarro
Thus, ...
Bizarre things I am used to.
...
the Silver Linings of Life
only make things simpler...
...
Simplicities of Life
Light my path
quite rather Brighter...
...
My girlfriend Simplicity
fed me Silver.
First taste was light.
...
Changes are slight.
Muscular at first, it seems.
Collarbones used to Never,
ever hurt
while I coughed.
...
My throat rejected a vitamin ...
I choked on it last Tuesday...
airway blocked
by a dissolving vitamin
tried the nose
blocked by congestions
in lieu of allergens
spraying through the air
dissolve, vitamin
vitamin, dissolve
while my mind
is in mind
the soul shan't travel
no.
not far at all...
Save YOURSELF
Your self is safe:
saved myself...
the process of pains
ever so different
has it become...
...
anxiety without attacks
memories without seizing flashbacks!
...
a new kind of yearning
a new sort of sorrow
a new type of euphoria
a new emotion which has not been named!
...
all of my auras are embraced
tickled and caressed
have you hugged someone lately?
Beginning With Yourself!!!
...
it's only getting harder
to find or connect with any lover.
Too lonely.
I somehow had sought...
for a long time. ...
I yearn to hear your voice.
...
you may forget to call
you may neglect to fall
head over heels
over the one thing you want from me...
the blood thirsts for its own blood
left... yo left...
yo left, right...
in and out the ventricles...
pumpin' through our arteries and veins...
...
will we match?
we're each a good catch.
...
You'll never have to say you
Love Me.
I already knew you Did.

Bonita Little Cockatiel

A memoir written by KLRabstracts before Chevalterre Nabil, in 28 July 2005.

This poem is dedicated to "Bonita", the family's pet bird. She'd passed on at 0630 on 27 July 2005.

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Our little bird

Our little friend

You were with us

until the end

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You befriended us

distracting my mother

from her garden

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I met you while

atop the kitchen table

you were hoppin'

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We fed you bread crumbs

until you pooped

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My mother's linens

stained and gooped

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You needed a home

Grandpa got you a cage

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We gave you accomodations

You sure didn't smell like sage

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We called you "bonito"

(sometimes pajilolo)

We thought you were pretty

and a male too

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We were so ignorant

after seeing

you could lay an egg

...ooh!

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You were my best friend

for only with me

you'd chirp and dance

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Whenever I'd pass

you'd caw and prance

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You wanted to fly

we'd drprived you

of space

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And trusting me

you perched on my hand

with such grace

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Clicking and knocking for snacks

Tortillas and pancakes

with you we shared

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And the doggie just waiting

as your snacks fell

to eat them, he dared!!

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So much love was shared

I am sure you left

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But now bits of our hearts

will melt

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No longer will you

whistle along with the sirens

bark with the dog

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nor will you

chatter with the crowd

or climb up on your log

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Remember when

you'd caw the syllables

of my name

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Each morning

you'd play that

cute little game

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Blaming the dog

for your mess of bird feed

"wow-wow-wow-wow-wow!"

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Now he looks for you

wondering,

"She's gone? but how?"

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We shall solemnly miss

your spunky plumage

and lush, red cheeks

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And when dad whistles

I'll remember how you'd

sing along with sweet peeps

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Fairwell our feathered friend

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Aurevoir my petite and pretty bird

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Where another cockatiel calls

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Yours will certainly be heard.

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