Mom and Dad

Poem: Memories Lost

I get bored often. I like to write poems. I never see my poems as being anything but simple. Usually, my poems are sad and depressing. This one is no different. It’s sad and depressing. I can’t write happy poems. Really, I can’t. I don’t have it in me. I don’t know what love is and no, I don’t want you to show me.

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Anthony Hopkins as Hannibal Lecter in The Silence of the Lambs.


I haven’t blogged in some time. I want to. With next week getting closer, I best get at least one in. A gentleman I work with is pretty determined to be in a story of mine. I don’t want to upset people, so this is a story starring just him. Not really a story. I know my poems are great literature but they are just fun little things to write. I have to keep my brain working. I just hope this pleases him. Here it is.

I hope this makes him happy.

His closet was full,

Of his knicks and knacks,

His pants and his ties,

His shoes and his slacks.

But unlike mine,

And unlike yours,

His closet held,

Just a little bit more.

Secrets grim,

And secrets vile,

Secret one,

Was a young, small child.

Of so many children,

Such a sad little boy,

No mother and no father,

No friends and no toys.

Adam found and snatched the boy,

Along the ocean’s coast.

And with a blade,

The boy was flayed,

And turned into a roast.

He ate the boy,

But not too fast,

He savored every bite.

He finished up,

With blood in a cup,

And drank it with delight.

He used the bones,

To pick his teeth,

Of morsels in the cracks.

He took the remains,

And clothes, blood-stained,

And placed them in a sack.

The taste of flesh,

was all still there,

he smelled it where he went.

And secret two,

Was nothing new,

A woman he once met.

At the bar,

She sat alone,

Just nursing on a beer.

And here came Adam,

And she found his handsome,

And asked him to sit near.

After drinks,

He took her back,

To his house,

Just down the street.

And once inside,

He must decide,

How to make the night complete.

He went upstairs,

And yelled her name,

And she answered to his call.

He grabbed her arm,

To cause her harm,

And pinned her to the wall.

With a hammer and nail,

He pounded twice,

And drove them through her wrist.

With her body jerking,

And his face smirking,

He leaned in for a kiss.

He kissed her cheeks,

Then ate her lips,

Her meat was so ever lean.

He chewed the flesh,

That was so fresh,

And licked his fingers clean.

The girl was dead,

All drenched in blood,

A hole inside her chest.

He grabbed her liver,

To eat a sliver,

And swore to eat the rest.

Her body was limp,

But Adam was not,

He craved for something more.

He took his stance,

And dropped his pants,

And went in for the score.

Secret three,

And secret four,

Were just like,

One and two.

And secret five,

Is still alive,

And hopes to make it through.

Now after five,

YOU could be six,

and suffer the same fate.

So run away,

But if you stay,

You’ll end up on his plate.



“I want to thank you all for coming. Today was to be a happy event. A time for us to celebrate a long life joined together by two people. Joan and I were to celebrate 50 years of marriage today. But two days ago, my wife went missing. I fear the worse. Joan was my wife. She was my friend. Some may think that going through with today’s event will only bring sadness. I think it’s a reason to relive the moments she spent with us. To remember how much she meant not only to me, but to everyone sitting amongst you. I had a speech I was planning on giving but I am not going to say it. Instead, I’ll read another one. This morning, as I sat alone at the table, I put pen to paper and wrote up something different. Something that she would enjoy. I know she’s not with us in person but where ever she is,  she’ll look over me like I once looked over her. Joan would have asked me already to stop rambling and to just get on with it. She never liked speeches. But this isn’t a speech. This is my heart speaking to her.”

I started my search,

at the moment of birth,

For the person meant for me.

And what do I find,

But a gal so divine,

A love that has to be.

She put her hand,

upon my chest,

to feel my heart beat fast.

It skipped a beat,

My life’s complete,

A love to always last.

We courted for months,

Till the time felt right,

for the question I must profess.

So on one knee,

I said my plea,

And watched as she said, yes.

At the altar I stood,

all stiff and afraid

Watching as she came to.

All dressed in white,

I knew I did right,

When asked she said, I do.

Our first house,

was quaint and well kept,

Expecting our first child.

For when they day came,

And Jeffery his name,

looked at me and smiled.

Now we’re a family.

mother, father,

and their boy.

But to our surprise,

and both with wide eyes.

A second child brought us joy.

We read to them,

and played with them,

and taught them wrong from right.

To share,

To care,

to always be polite.

“Jeffery and Sara, why don’t you stand up? These are my two wonderful children. But you’re not children anymore. You are adults. Two grown people with kids of their own. Nothing makes me happier than being a grandfather. Nothing made Joan happier than being a grandmother. She loved you kids very much. You brought her so much joy. She always said how you reminded her of your parents when they were your age. Your parents were a handful. We always joked about how we should have stopped at zero. But knowing what we know now and experiencing everything a parents gets to experience, we’re happy we didn’t. You two, Jeffery and Sara, we’re the best thing to ever happen to us.”

With money tight,

I work two jobs,

just to make ends meet.

And with me away,

Joan would play.

I feared my wife would cheat.

She denied the affair,

but I knew she lied,

for the smell upon her dress

And with her lies,

I still would try,

to get her to confess.

As time went on,

we drifted apart,

and slept in separate beds.

and now the whore.

will cheat no more,

for the slut will soon be dead.

“I know that it will probably come to a shock to many people but our love faded many years ago. We tried. We really did. But with me working double duty to provide for the family, Joan felt the need for companionship. How long it went on for, I do not know. How many people she slept with is only something she knew. I did love her. I know she loved me back. But we all have needs. And with me not being there, her needs were filled by random strangers. Strangers that stained the bed her and I shared. I swore one day she would pay for the heart she broke. Never did I think I would go through with it. But two days ago, as her and I were readying ourselves for today, I knew that 50 years of lies was too much for me. Two days ago my wife died. Not by the hands of God but my own.”

She combed her hair

and powdered her face,

as I sat and planned it all.

and at the stairs,

I pushed her there.

to watch the cheater fall.

Twisting and turning.

her body went limp.

her heartbeat finally ceases.

So with an axe.

I start to hack.

And chopped her into pieces.

Now you know.

but not it all,

I’ll tell you as a group.

Cause what you ate,

was something great.

my wife was in the soup.

“Thank you all for coming.”