The Old Man

    NAME: Terri A Hateley

    PEN NAME: Terri A Hateley

    #1
    THE OLD MAN

    At the bus stop
    I saw an old man
    he fell on his back.
    Nobody moved
    just looked
    then turned away.
    My knee clicked
    as I tried to dash
    cementing me in place.
    Laying at his side
    his cane and his
    week of snacks.
    I wanted to cry,
    He must have been eighty.

    Terri A Hateley © 15. March. 1999

    #2
    MATERIALISM

    This pen hovers above this paper
    while thoughts, jumbled and gaoled
    in my cells of grey........
    the bulk that is supposed to know
    what to write and say.

    Much are subjects to be written
    while on this highway to knowledge
    The cities view along the the sky line
    is but a smoggy inspiration.

    Now in my studio, here I sit
    with books draped wide
    This essay wont gel
    nor my paint upon the canvas
    stretched before my eyes.

    Today, Capricorn must compremise
    it was written in the stars
    Told me this from a voice
    on the radio. So here I wait
    to see what will materialize.

    Terri A Hateley © 15 March 1999

    #3
    THE CHANGES IN MY LIFE

    I love you
    NO!
    I hate you
    You thrill me
    NO!
    You disgust me
    These feelings
    I have no control

    Come here
    Hold me!
    NO!
    Go away
    How dare you touch me........

    Speak to me Darlin'
    We don't communicate enough.
    NO!
    SHUT UP!
    I don't want to hear........
    What you have say is trivial.
    No.......
    Tell me what you did today?
    NO!
    Don't talk
    You are boring me.......

    Be still
    Don't move
    Let me touch you.........
    NO!
    Get out of my face
    Can't you see.......
    I want to be alone!
    Please don't leave me.

    Drink in the venom
    From my gaze
    Spit out the anger
    from my mouth!

    Just see me through this
    The changes in my life
    Try to love me!

    Terri A Hateley © March 13. 1999

    #4

    EMBARRASSING MOMENTS


    A photographic memory
    For any persons face
    When it is a name.
    Better to forget it Jack!
    I am in disgrace.

    Saw your twin the other night
    His name I could not place
    He has no claim to fame.
    Could it be his name is Mack?
    My thoughts are out in space.

    Embarrassing it can be
    For a name to displace
    Seems I am ashamed.
    I want my memory back!
    It's gone without a trace.

    Terri A Hateley © Feb 28.1999

    #5
    THE DOOR IS OPEN FOR YOU.

    You can kiss my heart goodbye
    It isn't yours any more
    Someone else will take your place
    I don't want you any more.

    Someone else can have you
    You can lie and cheat on them
    It is over!
    See the door?
    Go thru' it!
    And don't come back again.

    Terri A Hateley © Feb 28 1999

    #6

    How Strange Of Adam

    The beast crept stealthily from the shadows

    With hairy gangling arms out stretched

    He encircled her thickened waist

    The entwine squeezing in unison

    With the bowels of hell belching forth vulgarities

    He uttered with heated breath to her naked ear.

    "I will take your unborn" "He will rule the world"!

    As he bent to deliver his fatal kiss

    Spasms engulfed his metamorphosing body

    to reveal a devilishly handsome

    Nicholas Cage lovingly caressing his Eve.

    She fainted!

    Terri A Hateley © Jan 1. 1999

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