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I'm not a poet. I'll put that out there now. I rarely read it, and don't have too much of an interest in it. And yet I do believe in trying new things, and when I was active in some writing communities on LJ I dabbled. So many of these are probably elsewhere on this site as well, as prompt responses and so on.
A romantic and a literalist fell in love, but had to split up because they didn’t speak the same language...
“I feel my heart swell whenever you’re near...”
Maybe it’s just an aneurysm, dear
“My heart misses a beat when you walk in the room...”
That Atrial Flutter will lead to your doom!
“You are so lovely you take my breath away...”
Dyspnea’s dangerous, get checked out, I say!
“My heart races whenever we kiss...”
Tachycardia’s not something your doctor should miss!
“I nearly swooned when I saw you smile...”
Your Syncope symptoms are clear from a mile!
“You are so hot, I felt my heart stop...”
Myocardial Infarction’s no joke, you sop!
So he left her to her flowery, romantic language, but with one parting shot:
The Angina Pectoris you feel when I go
Could just be the giant burrito, you know!
Thanks a latte, god!
I stared at him over my coffee
and said, my voice bitter
as an over-ground bean,
"I prayed for happiness
and he dumped me."
He looked at me and replied cryptically,
"Sometimes a chunk of ice
is the answer to a prayer for fire."
This probably seems more maudlin than you would expect from me, so I will say it was in response to another post to the community and the Mythbusters episode where they made fire using ice. I know, you're not supposed to explain poetry, but... that's why I'm not a poet!
What a fine Pickle!
Pop fly; but the umpires don't signal
Infield fly rule, so the runner jumps.
Caught off-base, he's suddenly trapped.
Kicking up clumps of dirt as he paces,
Leans, desperately attempting to
Evade the sweeping tag.
The little yellow hankie
falls to the snow-dusted turf.
The small bundle of fabric
holds our fate.v I jump, I scream
it was him! HIM!
HE flinched. HE moved.
I simply… reacted,
my momentum carried me
he moved first.
huddled little zebras.
I hold my breath.