Ice-Breaker by Cordaroe Oscar

Ice- Breaker

The night was icy but I didn't mind

The cold cozy drive to the beautiful estate

My body was cold but I felt fine

Deep thoughts about love, wine and steak

The cold air touched my skin

The snow was falling like no end

My fingers were frozen and so was my chin

Ran into the house from the brittle wind

She pulled off my shoes and rubbed my feet

And given a massage by  my new girl friend

Glad we a had the chance to finally meet

It feels like a new love trend

All those long days was worth the wait

She’s as pretty as a butterfly on a summer breezy day

I feel like a fish caught by bait

My heart beats for the love to stay

BROK_EN! Prose Poem by Cordaroe Oscar

BROK_EN!

... Soaked in despair

...The signature of sorry

... Holding a mirror of delusion

... Afraid to face tomorrow

... Broken heart needs repair

...Love narrow

...Affair you now regret

...Mammal so cruel

...You feel hopeless

...As you allow yourself to sink below  

...More ridiculous deep pain

...Yet your esteem is cold-stiff

...Many parade in your tears

...You won -You lost

... And now your game is over

... Accept your rainy days

...They are cloudy, dark and wet

... And now they drench you in water

...With a love you once met

...Somehow you forgot to be strong

...Encourage yourself

…Encourage yourself

...To help yourself

... Is a recipe that can’t go wrong!

Bootcamp – micro story by Cathryn Hintz (Revised)

The street lights quickly flash over my face as the blue military bus drives closer to my new home for the next six weeks. I think I know what to expect, but the butterflies in my stomach beg to differ. My mind is racing a mile a minute. All I can think about is will I survive? Once I enter, my nose plays tricks on me. I smell sweat, mud, and fear. As I step to the ground I meet her. No handshake but just barked orders to move and quick. My response is only yes ma’am. 

Father - A Ghazal by Cathryn Hintz

Father - Ghazal by Cathryn Hintz

He put my first worm on my first fishing pole     

He didn’t laugh because he is my father

 

He took me driving for the first time.

He was cautious and scared as my father.

 

He was on my left while walking down the aisle

He took this job with honor, tall and proud father 

He smiled ear to ear the first time he heard “Grandpa

He now had another little being looking up to him but know as Grandfather. 

He looks established and settled with his hairs of white.

Even with age and knowledge I am still his little girl and he is still Cathryn’s father 

Lollipop Red

Lollipop Red’s
new on the block,
Riding down the street, she makes men stop.
Riding Slow, sitting on chrome, 
Lollipop Red can split a happy home
she’s beautifully intoxicating, 
With Lollipop Red,
this Challenger is unbelievably amazing, its 
Lollipop red, 
The female driver said, 
Lollipop Red, Is also the color of the hairs on her head.
Staring at them both, I bend to kiss her hand
as I did this, I began to grin
Lollipop red, was tatted on her hand.
I knew right then,
Lollipop Red would be the cause of an old sin

Seven to Eight by Cordaroe Oscar

Seven to Eight

As the sun goes down,

he began to wake.

Street lights shining through the window

his eyes ache.

He doesn’t like this sound,

the screech of the L trains brakes.

His alarm clock starts to shake,

there’s no sound just shakes.

He looks to the time,

its Seven to EIGHT!

In his mind he feels late.

He began to dress

wanting to impress.

He looks to a calendar,

to view the date,

It’s Saturday,  

his YOLO night,

You Only Live Once.

His night goes on,

and his drinks don’t last,

he goes on draining the vodka from his glass.

The alcohol beast is here at last,

he quickly turns into a drunken mess.

Sweating and delusional, he

hops off the seat, throwing the first punch, 

to the first guy his fist meets

he gets it back as quick as a heartbeat.

As he engages in a fight,

Broken bottles catch flight

In his head everything’s going to be alright,

no thoughts of it being his last night

Bang Bang!, Shots are fired,

and he loses sight.

To everyone around,

this has become his last night.

He awakes in his room,

Street lights shining,

The L train screeches,

Alarm clock shakes,

He looks at the time

its Seven to Eight

He has feelings of being late

He looks to the calendar

Only to find

This date

Its Saturday

And every night

After was YOLO Night

Beginning at Seven to Eight

Starry Night - Ekphrastic Poem by Cathryn Hintz (Revised)

Starry Night – view of Van Gogh

I’m startled as the dependable bells of

The town’s church shakes me out of meditation.

All of the stars above have become my favorite medicine.

While I am Suffering

And hurting

And Grieving

 From a broken heart.

Those blurry flames in the sky

Have become my only friend.

Somehow I believe all are out to make me

My normal self again.

Extending and

Reaching, and

On my tippy toes is where I realize

 I have found the conclusion.

Just like her

 Those stars are just an illusion.

Starry Night