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Details | Free verse | |

Things That Seemed Poetic

Things that seemed poetic were always sad,
though I yearned for sparkle
and my dad's guffaw, which never came.
Familiar things were always drear --
repeated motions in the same old game.
There were only distant glimpses
of budding spring, fleeting views
of daffodils. The strongest
poems dealt me death and dying.
Yet I always hoped, never went under
to gray despair, always dreaming
of a garden of love that we could share.
But those forbidden delights faded
quickly away; the only reality
I understand is the ever-looming
and final one. Nothing's changed.
The strongest poems deal death and dying.


Details | Ballad | |

This Song is for my Mother

This song is for my mother
Let her hear me cry
I couldn’t bring myself to write it
‘Til this darkened day arrived
A song about old promises 
Made so long ago
Created and cremated
Ashes of the words I spoke

Long separated by the miles
Distanced from her golden smiles
Memory of a mother
Shared my dreams and really cared

Long separated by the miles
Distanced from her golden smiles
Mama…
I know I wasn’t there……

For you

Would have placed 
A magic carpet 
‘neath your weak and shaky legs

Would have raised
A strong west wind
Let you breathe with ease again

Would have bribed 
God’s venal angels
Come and soothe your endless pain

Would have vanquished
All the demons
And bring peace to you again

Be the child
I never knew
In a land
We won’t grow old

Be the light
I always loved
Warmed my dark 
And lonely soul

Be the girl
Playing games
In a world 
The sun won’t set

Be the laughter
Calms my heart
I never will forget
I won’t forget, won’t forget

This song is for my mother
Let her hear me cry
Couldn’t bring myself to write it
‘Til this darkened day arrived
Song about old promises 
Made so long ago
Created….cremated
Ashes of the words I spoke

I broke my promises, oh mama
Now you’ve gone away 
I’m broken
Drowning in the pain each day

I’m  drowning…drowning...drowning…drowning

This song is for my mother
Let her hear me…….



Details | Narrative | |

Life Is What You Make It

Birth was suppose to come easier than this
I pant quickly as I was taught, but it isn't helping,
nor is squinting my eyes,  helping to make the pain go away
But, then when pain evaporates like the tears in the corners of my eyes,
without ever getting a chance to slide slowly down my cheeks,
it fools me in thinking it is almost over now, and I should be happy
 
But all I can think about is my mother
and how different it was for her, 
especially while her young husband was so far away

My back aches, and then once again, 
I look for the owner of the mysterious voice, that is my own
I groan, and the doctor finally makes the desperate decision
I am given a block for the pain, an incision is made
and although I feel numb, and foggy, my mind in a haze
I can feel hands grope, ... a tug, a void, and then...the small noise... a cry...

And the next several hours are a blur
until everything is clear and I'm back in my room
on the sterilized sheets, too stiff, and too sleek, 
too fragrant of bleach, to think about sleeping

This miracle I bore, soft as silk, with tiny closed fists, rose-petal nails
fills me with joy, with relief, with a deep pang of grief
for another time, another place, a place long ago...

I bathe in the scent of my brand new beginning ......
But my thoughts stream behind me,...... to a hope that had ended
My mother in bed, after losing her first....
So young, without child,........ bleeding red
from the war that she fought, while my Dad fought his own

I cry tears all alone.... for the grief that she owned
I so cherish the breath.....of this babe on my breast

The circle of life, starts with birth .....sometimes, death




_________________________________________________________
3/14/14


Details | Rhyme | |

Revive the Breakage

High upon the highest heights I see the most tremulous sight A small girl, fair and tranquil Smiling strangely, sitting still Beneath a sobbing willow tree She recites a verse upon her knee She sings a rhythmic hymn Not of death, nothing grim But prays that life will return Even for those who are doomed to burn The girl is a woman now Beneath the tree and upon the cloud She whispers, “I am watching you” Why then are you so blue? A single tear of sadness and joy Rejuvenate the quirky earthly boy Who sits down beneath the blooming tree Listening to her silent voice attentively She reminds him she was once young too That she also was a misty shade of blue But when the boy grows into man He has come to ignore the fair woman Who watches him still from above Burning and swelling with disdainful love The ways of the world have sweltered his heart And time has torn his soul apart Thus he has lost all innocence and light Battling his sinful lust—an endless plight! I watch as he feeds on others’ pains and fears Reducing the vigilant woman to tears The prayer of the innocent has been ignored Life has died and hellfire stored Into the hearts of the impotent In blue, fires of haze their heart is sent Toiling in misery and lament Savaged and severed by our regret The heavenly woman grows old and frail And the man still treads the sinful trail As the rotting tree withers into dust Can I revive it? –I must! Low as low can possibly be I watch myself condescendingly A tombstone, gray and hell-bent Frowning knowingly in bewilderment Above the dust that once was a tree She cries out a verse anxiously Faintly she whispers the undying hymn Not of happiness, nothing of whim And prays that life will come to end For those that break instead of bend


Details | Free verse | |

Senility

The rainbow of reason ends
With a pot of gold and jabberwocky.
When hippocampus dwells in solitary,
       silent,
              eerie,
                    forgotten dormitories
of the expatriated mind.


In planned visits 
To familiar spaces,
When elapsed faces are still hailed with fervor, 
         and hasty,		
                 eager,
                      vivid candor,
As though they had never gone.


Deep in thought
In cavernous bowels tangled lost, 
Remote repartees recurring restlessly. 
          Cautious,
                      wary,
  	                    and ever leery	
of echoing footsteps anxiously nearing, as though someone might overhear. 


As even eyes fail to mirror
The twilight of past vigor,
Speaking in feeble voices muddled beneath walls,
            beneath walls,
	           beneath walls,
	                     beneath walls.
Walking politely in ancient, and empty, imaginary halls.


The stars stop still and unfleeting
Listening to last breaths, and the heart’s last beating,
To hearken timid last words from the past's last illusions,
            past apparitions,
                         past veritas
                                   past delusions,
Where celestial alae still go a-flutter with lost aspirations.


When the frail hand that once held and sheltered
Cannot even rattle dandelion clocks,
Or crush delicate imago wings into dust,
          and caress, 
                  and feel,
                           and touch, 
Save for Elysian veldts
Where the rainbow of reason ends.



Details | Epitaph | |

Forgotten

No name appears on my stone
there are no flowers strewn
grasses grows knee high
full of thorny brambles

How did this come to pass
that so soon I am forgotten
no longer in memories am I
no one tends to my grave

Yet but a few short years
have passed since my death
my name once on many lips
now only sighed by the wind
as it passes my resting place

Now, forsaken, forgotten
out of sight and out of mind
nothing now remains of me
just my crumbling bones
moulder away deep in the earth


Details | Epigram | |

Her Epitaph



 
" It was a great party, Wish I could have stayed longer.."


Details | Free verse | |

Emotional Turbulence

The voices grow louder, Intensifying with emotion, anger lining every aggressive word. My insides squeeze tighter as the vitriol poisons my mind, How does such hostility exist? As the sound of hatred deepens, The feelings strengthen their grip, like a vice, So tight, I can no longer breathe All the negative emotions I have ever felt, fill me, Threatening to overflow. So long have they been banished… Enough. No more! My mouth opens, An earsplitting scream of pain and suffering shatters the silence, Sobs of sorrow and grief wrack my body, Murderous shrieks of anger and hate, Wretched cries of self-pity and self-loathing, Poison the air. Now, free of these emotions. But the monster still exists Within the dark depths of my mind.


Details | Light Poetry | |

Birth and Death

The sun and moon conceived a star shooting through time and space born within the ocean delivered upon its waves while Beethoven's sonatas softly played nightly gales whispered those tunes to all the seashells beach sand passed through coral reefs as soles of lovers feet tread buried in beach fires deep begging the earth most humbly to draw a breath but over the cliff the hurricane's wind blew until death from those turbulent ocean waters came a sailor's truth watching a passing ship with broken sails and ghostly crew waiting as death cast it's ending shadow old, yet new sending those born in ocean waves back to the waters blue in birth and death none shall overcome casting us away to where everything was once created in it's hidden depths and there began an understanding between birth and death, a truce
Inspired by: John F. Kennedy." We are tied to the ocean. And when we go back to the sea, whether it is to sail or to watch - we are going back from whence we came." 9112007


Details | Personification | |

Dark Shadows

The night approaches me again and you're not here still with me 
And here under my breath I call your name and I watch your loving face 
And there among the dark shadows  you'll come back  again the same  
I hear your haunting tune and I know that you'll be waitin'  this time for me. 

Release me from all this pain I'm sufferin "Come to me"and just take my hand 
Hold me in your arms so tight and please never ever let me again go 
Together we'll dream of that other time and fly away to that  magical time band 
There is no other place like this in heaven or earth where our love can only but glow. 

Join me here tonight,hear my voice into the night and just be mine for all time 
Come to me right now and give me all your love before the night is carried away 
Let me kiss your lips,caress and love you all night til we both see a brand-new day 
Disperse all the dark shadows in which I exist,come to me and be mine for all times.


Dorian Petersen Potter 
aka ladydp2000 
copyright@2010 


July 18, 2010 


Author Notes: 

This poem amongt many others that I'd written in my life,had been inspired by 
my very favorite and most beloved vampire character of all time, 
"Barnabas Collins" from the most popular daytime soap opera series ever 
produced on T.V. in my opinion, "Dark Shadows." This whole DVD collection is most 
wonderful! 
And Jonathan Frid is so awesome! 


Details | Epitaph | |

Floating.....

Wish I could have taken better 
Care of my body... 
Wish they could have stopped 
the cancer sooner... 

I'm just a spirit now, 
Floating over my own funeral. 

If I had my way, I'd pick another church. 
At least one that spelled my name right 
On the obituary. 

I wonder if they knew, 
That I truly loved Sonya, 
but married Adele out of convenience. 

Wish I could have told my brother, Kenny 
I forgive him, maybe he wouldnt cry so hard. 
Wish I could tell Aunt May that hat is too big. 
I wonder if Tara knows the deacons 
Are looking up her dress. 

Im just a spirit now, 
Floating over my own funeral. 

I wonder if the choir knows 
How much I really hate that song... 
Hope they know the Pastor's lying. 
I was not that good of a man.. 

That suit is not the one I would have picked. 
My body looks so much smaller, 
and that make-up makes me look too light. 

Im just a spirit now, 
Floating over my own funeral. 
Free from pain, free from it all. 

Wonder if they know, 
In spite of my short time on this earth...
i truly enjoyed it.
I truly loved it all.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

a fair day

It was a fair day for silence.

The sun had risen up courtly, almost mechanically,
Like a marionette on the strings of a puppeteer.
With the sun came Heat, wrathful to have been woken at such an hour.
As if avenging its early rise, 
Heat caused oppression, 
Discomfort and confusion 
Upon the innocent day.

It was a fair day for exclusion.

Only one was oblivious to the relentless heat,
He sat there motionless, lifeless and corpse-like.
They would glance at him nonchalantly.
He was just a piece of the scenery, 
Always had been there, 
Always would be there, 
Invisible.

It was a fair day for neglect.

Some say once he had been aware,
But life had hollowed him out, 
Left him a shell, 
Unmoving, 
Unblinking.
The day progressed, the light dimmed, 
It was as if fate and destiny had led him to this moment.
If anyone had cared to look, they may have noticed a glint in his eye.
He liked the sunset.

It was a fair day for an end.

The sun slowly made its way back home.
Heat gradually left, bored with the sun’s absence.
Silence was once more.
The sun closed its eyes. 
The moon began its regime over the obeying night sky.

It was a fair day for sweet nothing.

He still sat there, 
But no one knew.
So was he still alive, 
If no one saw him die?


Details | Narrative | |

Her name is Lovely part 2

Suddenly a very soft and familiar voice spoke to her conscious saying “Lovely”
“Yes” she replied   
“Tomorrow you are coming back home”
“OK” she said breathing heavily
The conversation ended right at that instant 
Seven minutes later the unpredictable happens and Lovely dropped into a short comma.
A new day arrives.

Date: 01/01/1788
Ding dong, ding dong, sounds the door-bell
Lovely wakes up; open the golden windows the sun is raising
Knock, knock someone is at the golden door
She didn’t know what was going on this time
She walks all the way to the door not noticing that her house was made out of the finest
marble, and the finest gold that ever existed.
Lovely answers the door thinking is the mail man with the missing letter.
When she finally opens the door instead of the mail man was her husband with open arms and
a smile on his face.
Saying “welcome home baby” “I had been waiting for you”  

WE ALL  GOING TO A BETTER PLACE SOMEDAY. OUR REAL HOME.



                                                                                        
Diogenes Zuniga


Details | Narrative | |

Another I Do Another Pledge

I saw death in the face of the viper
The day he broke my heart
Deep inside I know he set you free 
Sang the Meadow Lark

 Another I do! Another pledge
 The treacherous viper wore the same black suit
 He wore the colors of devil’s cape the second time around
Because strait is the gate and narrow is the way 

His face shines as he fake a smile
A sort of camera pose, 
I saw death in his face and Pinokio nose

The well-wishers whisper “no taste
 What a disgrace! , what a waste!
 A pitiful image of a man
 The pastor sadly said Amen!

I saw death upon the face of the haunted soul
The cracks in the old brick wall whistle a tune
“Thou stand before the alter another fool”

A wedding or a funeral an evening of doom! 
 The middle-aged groom
 The love, kindness in him decline.
Love is blind.





Details | Narrative | |

Her name is Lovely part 1

Date: 12/31/1787
Ding dong, ding dong, sounds the door-bell
She wakes up; open her window the sun is raising
Knock, knock, some one is at the door
She rushes to the door thinking is the mailman 
She is expecting a love letter from Iraq
She finally answer the door but stead of the mail man is an officer from the army, he is
well dress and carries a small box with him and inside of the box is an American flag with
three different medals.
One medal is for being a soldier of the US Army, the second medal is for being a national
hero, and the third one, is a medal of honor for dying for his country.
She goes crazy crying out for help, screaming all out that she was expecting a baby.
“I’m really sorry” the officer says
“If there anything I could do please call me” he reached his wallet and pulled out a
business card and gave it to her.
“He was a brave man” he said
The officer turned around and left the house with out hesitation.
Poor girl was drowning in her own tears; she still didn’t believe what just happen 
“Lord please help me”, “help me go through this horrible pain” she cries out.
She goes back to the bed and tries to sleep it off, but it didn’t work out, the pain was
too much just to act like nothing didn’t happen.
She finally falls as sleep after several hours of crying painfully.
She tosses and turns all night long, sweating like crazy with massive pain on her chest 
While she was having a horrible nightmare; dreaming about the death of her husband-


Details | Free verse | |

For Grandmomma Pt 2

Con't from Pt 1

At two years old your motherly instincts took me away./ What could my "mother" say,/ she 
was married to a man who had a violent hand./ I was too young to understand./ But being 
with Grandmomma was God's plan./ There was never a time I was too old for you to hold./ 
You protected me from abusive hands./ You would take beatings in my place from your old 
man./ Vile names would sting my young ears./ Your arms would comfort me and you would 
wipe away my tears./
     I remember as a child, Thursdays,/ being the best days./ A movie, then a toy,/ and ice 
cream could be no greater joy./ I was Grandma;'s boy/ You kept my belly full with home 
cooked meals./ You were the one who watched me ride my first bike without traiining 
wheels./ 
You use to tuck me into bed./ Read me a story and kiss my head./ The times I was sick with 
fever,/ you watched over me without catching a breather./
     For twenty-nine years your love was unconditional and without end./ You were not only 
my Grandmomma but my Mother, Father, my friend./ I pray my words spiritually reach to 
you beyond those pearly gates./ Because like in life, and in death, God had made us 
eternally Soulmates!/ I love you momma.....
 
Billie Jean Alexander Lopez     May 1, 1937-July 26, 2007
 
Note: I just finally finished this piece for my momma,  It took 2 years!
The form of poetry is "spoken work" Thought I would share this piece with you guys.
It's a deep personal piece and I hope it "reads well"   
                                                                         Jimmy


Details | I do not know? | |

Today Is Terrible----

The cracked spine of
the book I dropped
at the call.
A chip in my
windshield left by a
pompous *?#@! in a
red sports car as I
drive to the
service.
Rain expectorating
from an ashen sky as
the dirt is turned.
Today is terrible.
Though this is less
terrible than the
crack in grandma’s
spine from her fall
down the stairs.
The chip in her
amazingly smart mind
after eighteen years
as a teacher.
Tears running,
dripping from my
Mothers ashen face
as she cries “My
mama’s dead.”
Today is terrible.
Though this is less
terrible than the
cracked family
emotions left raw
and empty.
The chip in Grandpas
numb mind at the
gathering… “Where is
Irene she should be
here?”
Faces gone ashen
with dread, do we
leave him numb or
remind him that his
wife is dead?
Today is terrible.
Though this is less
terrible than the
empty silences,
missing the jokes
Grandma used to
crack.
Grandma’s laugh and
her endless smile
which always exposed
that tooth with the
chip in it.
Without her the
world has become
empty, bleak, and
ashen.
Today is terrible.

                   
                   
                   
          Summer
Gratias


Details | Blank verse | |

Love Song

Here’s what I’m thinking now 
at the end of the world: 

There are no atheists in foxholes— 
no theists in politics. 
If knowledge is power, 
and power corrupts, 
then why did I bother reading you, Cicero? 

Does it matter that I didn't’t love you? 
Would it have mattered if I did? 

There’s a poetry reading tonight 
whence I’I'll chide other poets 
who don’t sit alone. 
I won’t bring up death 
but I might have to breathe, 
even into a mike 
and mouth lines to get a snap or a boo 
maybe even a wince or two. 

Just maybe I’I'll talk about love 
and how following your heart is like following a dog— 
it only leads to vittles and (female dogs). 
But how many times have I used that line 
since the story I wrote about you, 
a witty and sexy and fictional you? 
Most likely I’I'll read something tonight about you. 

I won’t recite it from memory 
because I don’t think about you that much anymore, 
not even when I search for my socks in your drawer 
or when I put on the scratchy sweaters you give me, 
horizontally striped to bring out my eyes? 

I don’t remember your eyes 
except they are blue. 
And I don’t remember you, 
not even when I smell cucumber and apple, 
not even when I sleep on my side of the bed 
or when you walk through the door 
happy to see me; 
even then I don’t remember you. 
Does it matter that I don’t love you? 
Would it have mattered if I did? 

How about a few one-liners 
for the end of days?— 

Depression is self-awareness, 
which you’d know if you were; 
I need Ritalin to listen to you, 
Lithium to hug you, 
Viagra to feel you, 
and Valium to sleep. 

All you need 
is me standing there, waiting at home 
with turns of phrase and word plays 
telling you about why I hate Ayn Rand 
but want to buy as much as I can 
and how I love celebrity gossip 
and detest poetry slams 
and find rhyming trite 
except when I am. 

Hypocrites can still be right, 
which you do understand 
because you nod at my nonsense 
about fighting the man. 

But now, at the end of all things— 
I’m speechless and witless and pointlessly well-read, 
and you’re just sitting there, smiling 
asking me to pass the bread.


Details | Free verse | |

Death comes to an Old Man

An old man, worn and wearied by the toils of life, 
stood alone in a darkened hallway, 
each wall hung with brightly lit paintings. 
He walked by the Mona Lisa, and as he passed 
he knew the reason for her smile. 
He paused before Cleopatra, Queen of Egypt, 
and the air seemed to be sweetly scented with the heavy perfume of roses, which pulled at his soul with soft, wraithlike arms.
He stopped.
The world seemed to shrink away from him,
dissolving into nothingness.
Before him was Van Gogh's "Starry Night"
Its yellow paint looked wet, vivid.
The blue rippled as the colours swirled
together, hypnotizing; the old man transfixed
by their mesmerizing beauty 
as he was swept up into their whirling splendor,
leaving the blue-shadowed hallway silent and empty,
as the pale stars wavered on in cold brilliance


Details | Personification | |

a conversation with steven-his battle with aides

i have seen my death
wrapped around a maypole
waving four corners in the wind
hauntingly
playing 
peek-a-boo with my soul

i have seen my death
as i march onto the battlefield
aimed to kill
that which threatens my very existence
my right to stand
on the balcony of life
feast my gaze on the rising sun
interlaced with the aroma of morning dew
sit at the edge of a quiet stream
watch the sun slip slowly
behind the mountain peaks
the air dancing
with the fragrance of lilac

i have seen my death
viewed through the stethoscope
of the minds of learned men
that boast their knowledge
their talent
their skill
as i move away from sterile hands
with sterile anger
pushing away sterile needles
that have not the cure
only promises of next time
i want answers to this rage
this terror
that no man understands

i have seen my death
through the eyes of my loved ones
as they kiss away
my fear
their fear
my death
their death
i cannot enter 
into their quiet soft place
my space
is filled with shadows
as i watch them close the coffin
on their humanness
but not their souls

i have seen my death
and
i'm not ready to die


Details | Lyric | |

Oklahoma City Bombing Grieving For Those Who Died

I only hear the silence as I stride,
Twixt granite chairs neatly set in rows.
The 169 chairs epitomize each life,
Now neath a sea of grass that grows.

My psyche periodically visits this place,
All be it, here, their Spirits do not rest.
However, a Monument and Reflection pool,
Usher memories, as if at their behest. 

Still I visualize a chain link fence,
With images, blossoms, Pandas and such.
A transitory memorial that reaches out,
To asphyxiated lives, as if to touch.

For certain, I dare not challenge,
The eternal rest, of those who sleep.
But pausing at each chair, in silence, 
I recall this day's events and weep.

I would to God, that casualties,
Could discern today, my thoughts about.
Then from the quiescence of this place,
Would emerge an angelic shout.
For I tire of silence.


Details | Couplet | |

Autumn

Immersed in the sound of the low rustling wind
Memories and places they haunt yet again
Passed by so quickly as each falling leaf
Drifting and flowing on an unyielding stream
A current to carry from birth right on through
Filling our moments with cares which ensue
A mind lost in remnants of lovers and friends
Babies and children and time long since spent
Familiar, intangible, just out of reach
Longing for ghosts that my heart doth beseech
Winter is looming and summer is past
A time for remembrance the years gone so fast
Beauty is captured in my last breath of life
The sparkling colors in the warm golden light
Do mimic the glory and wonder be told
In those bright days of autumn and a life to behold
 


Details | Free verse | |

For Grandmomma Pt 1

A lot of lessons learned./ I sip this Hennessey and fought the burn./ My mind is clouded with 
so many memories./ I hear your voice "Boy pick yourself up off your knees"./ But I wonder 
why God would take you away from me./ Please Lord I need some clarity./ Nothing makes 
sense.  I cry, I can't lie nor deny I'm drowning in my own dark obscurity./
     The pain remains inside./ Eating me alive./ I wonder without you if I'll survive./ I try and 
hide from the responsibilities in my life, but have no success./ So I'm left with this heartache 
in my chest./ Tears roll down my cheek./ Does that make a man weak?/ God I need to 
know./ Was it just her time to go?/
     So many times I sit down attempting to express what I was feeling,/ but my heart and 
mind wasn't willing./ Nothing I wrote seemed to be enough,/ to compliment you and your 
motherly love./ Every time I thought of you I felt like balling up in a fetal position and dying./ 
I could not write about you without breaking down and crying./
     For awhile I carried a bad attitude./ Looking for an excuse to accuse anyone in my family 
forever disrespecting you./ I think about all the tears my grandmomma shed./ I wished her 
alive and everyone else dead./ Was it my imagination or was it your pretty face I saw in the 
clouds?/ I hope you're looking down on me and you're proud./ And you're hearing my voice 
right now somehow./ I wish there was a button I could push to rewind./ So I can tell you 
what's on my mind./ Kiss your check./ Have you speak./ Hold you just one more time./
     Your passing took away my energy./ You said you would never leave me./ You were 
always so honest./ So when you broke your promise,/ It left me confused./ I felt cheated 
and my soul was bruised./

Con't in Pt 2


Details | Rhyme | |

Travis

I was out at a bar,
no reason to think of war.
Thought I saw someone I knew,
the guy I saw looked like you.
"Did you hear the news?
A chopper went down & lost it's crew."
I thought of the war in Iraq,
more loved ones not coming back.
"Did you know that a local boy died?
His hometown's where your friends reside."
What came next caused a cold sweat,
that moment in time I'll never forget.
"Travis Fuller was his name."
I instantly felt nothing but pain.
I looked up at that familiar face,
I had to get out of that place!
It was not my friend who I'd found,
turning away I slammed my beer down.
I ever so quickly rushed outside,
in a parking lot I cried & cried,
panic hit me in the blink of an eye,
I wanted to run, I wanted to hide!
Trav, I can only imagine the fear in your heart,
falling to earth, knowing you were about to depart.
I went through my photos when I got home,
when I found the one I let out a moan.
You're at the prom with a great big smile,
I sat down & reminisced for a while;
meetings of the Civil Air Patrol,
I never knew the Marines was your goal.
I recalled rides home in Vinnie's car,
it suddenly seemed so bizarre.
My mind slipped into denial,
memories quickly compiled.
I looked at your picture & couldn't believe,                                                      
thoughts of you would now cause me to grieve.
I saw your eyes & exploded with raw emotion,
you couldn't be gone because of devotion!
I found myself again thinking of the past,
hoping your memories would always last.
"About face Fuller!" I once did yell,
but I never got to say farewell.
The day of your funeral came,
so many people forever changed.
As I stood in line I could smell the bouquets,
I signed the book and saw your pictures on display.
Over your casket the flag was draped,
slide shows of you on videotape.
I looked in and saw your face on the screen
I broke down in tears & held back a scream.
Your family was trying not to be weak
there was pain in every word they did speak.
The men by your casket standing on guard,
looked as if they were also scarred.
Their grief was for a brother lost overseas,
who fought as they did but paid the ultimate fee.
Trav, I hope you know that I will never forget,
I wish that I didn't have so many regrets!
I'll always remember the fun we had,
even the things we did that were bad!
There's a place deep inside no one can ever console,
Travis, I miss & love you, you're a part of my soul!







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I Hear You In A Photograph

It's been a lifetime since I heard your voice
Most times I can't recall
Your Laughter and whispers became foreign to me
Behind my memories walls

Too numerous nights when your face haunts my sleep
That I struggle to hold to the last
Fighting to save what my minds eye has seen
A myriad of years in the past

Was it so long ago that you passed from our lives?
Laid down for your final sleep
It feels so close although far from my grasp
You have been the one treasure I keep

I've searched out your life and the people you've touched
The legacy you built over time
Trying to resurrect you in some practical ways
Weaving their memories with mine

For twenty five years I've stared at your picture
Recounting each day remaking each choice
If I search deep enough in those eyes long extinguished 
It nearly whispers a trace of your voice


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The Escapist's Plea,

I dont know where i'm going anymore hard to tell who you are when the indiffrency has settled in cold, empty, barren will i ever find a way? Help me find a way out of this sorrow filled cage My soul singed with everyday Reality so hard to face I need to find a way to escape Only if i could just fly a way I try to stay sane But i fell under the september rain A repuiem for the reality That i never wish to see Help me find a way out of this sorrow filled cage My soul singed with everyday Reality so hard to face I need to find a way to escape Only if i could just fly a way I need a way to escape, Only if I could just fly away


Details | Haiku | |

Once Upon a Dark Fog

Where the trees once stood,
A dark fog covers their grounds-
                    A path through lost lives.


Details | I do not know? | |

Gospel Truth

I don't believe in the way things were.
I used to sit back and commend others for doing what I couldn't.
(it turns out, it was only what i wouldn't)

Every hand I extend in kindness is another step I long to take
And every note I sow, I swear it's because I know nothing else

Teach me shoulder-less love
Find me hope in the darkest hotels
Kill my distaste for
SOMETHING SO MUCH MORE!

I won't come back home
You don't need this throne
Fill my heart, I'm forlorn
Keep me out of this haze

Grace from remorse, let's turn this into a style
I'm alone in the next room
WAITING FOR THE NEXT GROOM
(the devil at the alter, the coffin in the courtyard)


Details | Free verse | |

Death Changes

Old Death is a scar,
an empty eye socket, a lost limb.  
It has been grieved and we leave it alone
most of the time except on long drives
or sleepless nights.

New Death is a police siren behind you,
a baby crying for you in the night
in a house on fire.

New Death is bright red.

Old Death is brown.  
We can pick it up and put it down.

New Death picks us up and 
puts us down when it wants to.

New Death is a mugger in an alley
on your way home.  
Leather jacket, whiskey breath,
fear smell, switch blade at your throat.
That's New Death.  
It mugs you and steals your life
for years or forever.

Old Death is a tight uniform you wore,
you try it on once in a while.
You were drafted in the Regiment of Pain.
It doesn't fit, you don't wear it 
but you will never be the same again.
You have your memories at that private war with Death.
You are a veteran now.
But the Private Pain mellows into General Acceptance
and the poignancy turns to peace
and all New Death will lose it's sting
with time and God's help forever.


Details | Salaam | |

Yeh khaalipan


Jab Meri Bechaini Mit Jayegi
Jab Mere Dilko Sukoon Mil Jayega
Yeh Khaalipan Mit Jayega

Do Pal Ki Chandni Ke Liye
Aj Bhi Zinda Hoon Main
Meri Khaamoshi Ke Ageh Aasmaan Bhi Khatam Ho Jayega

Kehne Ke Liye Toh Roz Marta Hoon Main
Thoda Aur Marne Ke Liye
Yeh Deewana Kal Phir Ayega


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Ding Dong The Wicked Witch is Dead

Globally, miners jubilantly jump for joy
Smiles on the faces of every girl and boy
The grins of a newly opened Xmas toy
Thatcher’s dead.

Trade unionists bounce along the street
Music blaring and the tapping of feet
From nurses to Bobbies still on the beat
Thatcher’s dead.

Street parties announced in the nation
Satan who brought economic inflation
Is deceased, now’s the time for elation
Thatcher’s dead.

Its times like this I’m sad I’m an atheist
And can only shout and wave my fist
And then go to the pub and get pissed
Thatcher’s dead.


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Losing pieces

Oh, how I miss the dead…

... the softness in their voices
That I cannot recreate,
the warmth of their silence
Where now only cold remains;

And I know, oh how I know
That they are long gone
And I have been long removed
From those fuller times
But still, when I feel around my heart
I find that it is missing things
Parts long lost and dearly missed,
And I sit here feeling fatally incomplete
And I know-  that I can never be whole again.

But I still miss the dead,
And I miss the times
When I never knew
That I would live on
Missing the days when I was whole…

-So I still miss the dead
And the times when I was not hollowed by loss
Living every day with a lighter heart
So far from the times
 	when I would never be whole again.

And now, so far removed
from fuller times,
These few missing holes
they let in a chill wind
And somehow, these missing holes
they leave my heart heavy
And I know that it will grow heavier yet,
But I dread
That when I am lost
I die not just incomplete
But empty-
	Empty of all I could yet lose.


Details | Elegy | |

THE INCARNATE

 On a day never unseen
 when our souls are called to rest
 And our bodies returned to dust
 From whence they came
 Whether burdened with age
 Or unable to cross life's next stage
 If in bed we Lia in wait
 Or by force others do take

 On a day not unforeseen
 When the key to our creation
 Unlocks the door to mans destruction
 And all hope in life, LOST...!
As men have always been half
 in love with death

 Cyclically life and death move
 For death brings us sorrow
 But a day would come we will all follow
 And when again life is gone
 In new bodies we shall be born

 In whom evil dominates
 A lower being regenerates
 In whom good prevails
 A pure soul avails


Details | Elegy | |

Where are you

You flourished and blurred
like a spark on wind

Gracefully and quickly like a frightened hind
in pursuit of light

You harvested through bushy meadows
taken by blight

In struggle with plight
had you lost your might

And gave out
although never you gave up.

Where are you?
For you must be still there.

For I still can feel you
somewhere in the air.


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Like a thief in the night -Thinking of September 11th

Another morning I got up and my thoughts returned here. Just wanted to put something of
the memory that lingers still today from scenes we saw of September 11th.  Scenes we would
like to but will never and should never forget.  I do not wish to cause further despair to
anyone but if anything bring some hope to those who are suffering safe in the knowledge
that they have the world behind them.  What has happened cannot be undone but with
strength and assistance from those who had the core torn from them as the horrors unfolded
and they watched on in disbelief we can be there for one another.  We can make sure the
memory of this tragic affair lives on, and in doing so help keep our own souls alive and
kicking... in hope all was not in vain, but that we shall learn from it and let the
promise of peace win through.  My heart and thoughts go out to all.
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It doesn't matter today
if we build a building of immense height
like North and South towers of World Trade Centre
even if to use as defence system
just as we would have built a castle on a hill
in times gone by - times have changed
New buildings and memorials will now stand
in recognition of who/what was on said land
Their memories will always continue
as will the vision on t.v. all did view
Where minds stood still in disbelief
while strike after strike we all felt grief
Where tears were shed by billions of eyes
War was declared with no defence in skies

It doesn't matter today
we most probably wouldn't even see
as our enemies approached
Like a thief in the night they came
stealing from us that most precious
those whom we loved or cared about

What matters today
is that for all eternity history has been made
Times we cannot change
Broken genealogical lines gone forever
Marks made on the landscape - irreplaceable
Never can anything stand for what was again
Humanity and psychological effect remains
We may not all have lost those known to us
but we stand together shoulder to shoulder
Encircling those that remain
Knowing each one of us had our soul torn
Our eyes darkened by Hells darkest Angels
When none could believe that before their eyes
Planes came crashing through the skies

Out of ashes a phoenix, a nation arises
and with it the world reawakens
We will not sleep but remember
A tragic time when so high a cost was paid
with unknowing souls now recognised
What right to take such brave innocent lives


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The Social Norm

Drink the drink, and take the pills, lay on the medication.
But your soul's forever lost to them without persistent dedication.
There's things we've learned, and things we will, to decide us right from wrong.
But your ears are only open, now, to a techno-logic song.
Social norms have bound you tight, then cut you awf'ly deep.
And still your soul beneath the surface begs of you, relief.
You waded in their welcome waters, thought it nice and cool
But now I'm sure you've figured out you're lost in sorrows pool
So take it from who knows you best
Someone who has passed this test:

Before you drift out in the sea And the shore's no longer in your view, I promise that I'll bring you back And if I can't, I'll follow you. Before your legs and arms grow weak And you've passed your final tier, I promise that I'll hold your hand; I promise you I'll still be here. Before your lungs are filled with water And our souls are parted once again, I promise you that you're forgiven; I promise you I'm still your friend. Before you close your sunken eyes Inviting night to kill the day Know your bright was never slight And soon you'll see your way.


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The Bully Part 1

The Bully

27 Years ago, you showed me the door,
Because I wouldn’t do what you wanted anymore.
That day was the worst of my life,
I wanted to die, to escape the strife.
All I needed was a simple letter,
To give me a chance to get better.
Now when I look back and see, you certainly did
 me a favour that day.
In 1986 Thursday the first of May.
From then on people listened to what I had to say,
Doctors and Nurses went out or their way,
I got the treatment I needed at last,
Bit by bit they went over the past.
One whole year is all it took,
A lot of hard work, a little luck.
To this very day I have never been back,
26 whole years and that’s a fact.
The last few years have been the best of my life,
Truly content being a Mother and Wife.
And Nanny as well,
Must not let my head swell,
A collection of poems all written by me..
My story in 7 magazines for the whole world to see.
A whole new extension to the house designed by me.
Also having to cope with the death of my mother,
Then four months later the death of my mother’s sister,
God not another.
Having my kitchen demolished completely,
did put me in a fix.
But being so well, even that couldn’t knock me for six.
So remember the next time someone begs you for a letter,
At least give THEM, the chance to get better.
For as long as I live I will never for get that terrible day,
Thursday 1986 the first of May,
The day that you showed me the door,
Just because I wouldn’t do what you wanted anymore.
They say that time heals all pain,

I’m lucky I’ve learnt to live again.







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The Park -- Part One

Pigeons flutter in the park
eating refuse from the grass.
Noon comes; the hours pass.
Leaves fall; the sky grows dark.
Silence reigns throughout the park.
A crumpled headline, a forgotten toy,
lifeless, do not hear a far-off bark.
In the park, not a single little boy.
Midnight comes; the hours go --
soon, the sky begins to glow...
morning breaks, and with it, sound.
In the park begins the morning round.
White skeletons of benches -- slats --
in all the wintry parks of Age
fill up in morning. Deserted flats,
each with the aspect of a cage,
become an unused, waiting gauge
that measures dull and wasted years --
floods of loneliness -- rivers of fears...
The weak and battered, pallid crowd
which, daily, parks ingest
speak in muted tones; but loud
is the message all suggest.
The clangor of the beaten Belles,
trampled in the slime of years,
entreats the mind to plug its ears;
yet, if it will, it hears...
memories, perhaps, keep active still
the shriveled and the loosened flaps
that are the mouths of all the Bills --
reduced to gray and ugly gaps...
Down the graveled pathways come
children bent on carefree play.
Belles, though silent, are not dumb,
nor will the Bills forego their say.
But warnings fall on ears too deaf;
around are eyes too blind to see.
And so the tots, too young for Death,
play on and on till time for tea.
Day after day after day
children come and children play.
Pigeons flutter in the park;
Leaves fall; the sky grows dark.
Once more, deep silence claims the park.
Midnight hours come and go.
The sky again assumes a glow.
Wind stirs dead leaves to rustle.
Starts again the aimless bustle
of the battered, weak, and infirm-eyed:
those whom living failed -- who died
but still must play their signal role
of unloved, friendless, unhailed Old;
who gather daily in the park
to envy tots their vital spark --
the hope, the promise in their eyes --
before it fades, before it dies.
But tots at play -- the young, the bold --
must laugh and sing -- cannot be told
that youth's not long and Time is cold.
Time devours -- a ravenous beast --
and men are the courses at his feast.
Some he swallows in their prime,
 On some he waits too long a time:
 these rancid morsels, Time's midnight snack,
explore their memories. They hie them back
 to that old moment, deepest black, 
when they first dared to know -- and first said --
that Time's the master all men dread.
(Please read The Park -- Part Two, which is a continuation of
this poem...due to space limitations)


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Murderapolis Streets, Claim Two More Young Heartbeats

Native, Liteskin, sun kissed
smiles
sit, talk, get to know me 
a while
for I am not my skin and 
even though the tan pigment
runs deep
I am my heart, thoughts
and actions,reflection of
company
I keep
A car accident took
my Homies brother this morning
and as we sit and talk to him
now, through faded room mourning
Young man, stole pop’s keys
from sleeping pockets
joy riding with friends
headlights beaming, MN
summer star sky gleaming
Dad's unaware, boy & friends left
 till woke, by early morn’ meeting
God opened the skies and took
two good ones away
I felt it rained, clouds crying briefly
for them today
70 miles an hour, Murderapolis streets
took two good homies heartbeats
jus’ a mile away, a close
friend heard the tires screech
Driver yells to him, “get a knife & cut me out!”
Neighbor, like doe eyes in headlights
filled with doubt
ends up dying after all
at the hospital
down 29th Ave and McKinley St.
Two of the Five Souls involved
God, now, does keep
I recall seeing the drivers smile
less than one week ago
why Mista Watkins & White Jr.
was it yo’ time to go
your loved ones may never know
We don’t always understand
the Lords plan
but He surely knows
heartache and sorrow
is how July fourteenth does go
two significant young Southside sons 
at 3:30 am, drove into a utility pole
crushed glass ridden streets
two homies, with us no mo’
I pray Jesus be with them
and theirs
as they grieve, and friends
surround them with the love
they need
car accidents & tragedies
like these
close to home to you
tend to place things in perspective
defrost a persons mind
set it into view
cuz’ its not about the color, of
your skin, or where you came from
it’s the way you impact the world
in the end, who you’ve grown to
become
the lives lost, were good peoples
Stood for good values like Church steeples
vibrant athletic youths of the future
barely 14 & 17, gone too soon
I hear the sad, cry, lonely night of our
Loon
Murderapolis streets, claim
two more young heartbeats
you will forever be remembered
and loved, keep an eye on us
from above, we know you’re
in a better place, were all running
an impossible to win race
for we all have a time card to punch
under the Lords undying grace
your Influence and charm, young men
is locked within us
Safe
and we shall all party again
in the Kingdom of Heaven
our final resting Place

7/15/2010: R.I.P.- Patrick Watkins (17) & Duane White Jr. (14)- South Side, Minneapolis, MN
you are forever loved and missed, but not forgotten, watch us from Heaven, Amen


Details | Ballade | |

Christian Cross

Head hung low, I walk the street-
Timid to feel the hangman's loss-
Every step on my blistered feet-
Takes me closer to, the Christian cross-
With every second, my soul does exhaust-
Heat-ridden cheeks from tears I cry-
Hide my eyes my shame is discreet-
Explain to me God, why must I die?

You say the hunger game I did cheat-
I see on that hangman's rope your hands across-
How close I was to starvation beat-
Why must  I die for naught but sauce-
On bread instead of my usual moss-
I hope you see my little child cry-
Although to you unjust is a treat-
Hold him God on the day he will die-

With my head hung low, I walk the street-
My family will feel the hangman;s loss-
No more will I walk upon these blistered feet-
Family go, live your life by the Christian Cross-
For my soul is tired, don't let your life exhaust-
My dear sweet loved ones there is no need to cry-
No more reason for you to stand all so discreet-
I am happy at last, on the day that I die-

I will live the rest of my life upon a Christian's Cross-
These murderers relax themselves on their own lie-
In a few short moments I won't feel anymore loss-
I will lift up my head and all so proudly I will die-


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Chanel No5

Chanel No.5
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On the borderline of photos and time
We don't want to leave her now

"What do I wear to bed? Why, Chanel No.5, of course!"

Something in curves, a beautiful crime
She doesn't want to leave somehow

"What do I wear to bed? Why, Chanel No.5, of course!"

News-reel prints
and print-press presidents
Diamond boys
and silver screen compliments
A ten-thousand soldier stare,
and sexual laissez-faire
The every-woman's woman
of secret doors to nowhere

"What do I wear to bed? Why, Chanel No.5, of course!"

On the borderline of photos and time
She doesn't want to leave somehow

What did she wear when dead?

Why, Chanel No.5, of course...


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Hope

Why did this day have to end?
I didn’t even ask for an extension 
Miracles died thirty years ago
Now I just watch the universe roll by
I know the lights always fade
I welcomed the dark
For the first time 
It felt like a blanket
Covering everything 
Everything…my world is small
Just bury me for a while
I know you are not here to stay
But still
Just keep me here in the dark
I dread the morning
Trying to make a what’s-the-difference
Hope is the last to die
Whose turn is it tonight?


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Conspiracy: Who Killed The Easter Bunny

A crowded table, all suspended in shock 
The sound of the shot dimming to a ‘knock’
Only silence, except for the marching clock
The weapon still smoking; an anonymous glock
WHO KILLED THE EASTER BUNNY?

Loud cries arise from the elongated table,
Jack Frost is shocked, the Tooth Fairy unable
To speak whilst Santa is checking the stable
For clues on the erstwhile maidservant Mable
WHO KILLED THE EASTER BUNNY?

They searched for hours, called in C.S.I,
Panic set in, would the children all cry?
Sandman confirmed the bunny had died
Batman suspected somebody had lied
WHO KILLED THE EASTER BUNNY?

Guests were quizzed, interrogations began
The mystery unfolded when Santa Claus ran,
Grabbing the pies, he tried escaping in a van
But was stopped in his tracks by superman
SANTA KILLED THE EASTER BUNNY!


Details | Ballad | |

Memorial for Cain

'They' tell me, now, A husky-mix dog won't stay. Tie 'em up, pen 'em, Or the neighbor's complain. So, I didn't even Look for another Cain. But let me tell you, My Cain dog was Husky. Silver and grey and a 'from the toenails' growl... But HE stayed, no chains. Small town, Oklahoma, no leash. Everybody knows everybody; me and Cain, Bicycle riding, summer days. Grandma Dugan waving, Mr. John Long tossing out soup bones, For Cain. "Yonder's thet Earli and her dawg." "Boy! Pur-D-hot! Wisht'id rain." "Wonder whar she's going 'ta noon?" Nap, doze, one more summer gone... But...so was Cain. "Hey Earlie? Thet you, girl?" "Whar's thet big white dawg?" "Oh yeah?" "Too bad." and "How'd he die?" "You don't hardly seem like Earli, Without thet white dog, Cain." Ten long, hard years and lots of road. But no white dog's shoulders To share the good times...or the pain, And...I don't hardly FEEL like Earli, Without my white dog, Cain.


Details | Rhyme | |

The Ghost I Knew

Can I catch you
Can you stay?
Forests at wood
There we play
A gentle hand 
That fixed the dress
Brushing tears back
Saving stress
I can not bare
The oaken wave
Only memories
Can I save
I miss your hair
And what it covered
More than a mind
God knows I loved her
The ghost I knew
She rests away
I can not catch you
You can not stay.


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Whistle

Running, after more than you, can hold.
Taking, someone else’s love, and leaving.
Children are fearful of what they’re told.

Can’t you see I’m the one who’s freezing?
I was just a child with a trinket 
Never knowing that it’d be, more to me

When you were gone to, too far, from me.
Steady with your hands close to my heart
Never letting our world’s tear us apart

I know, your icicles 
I miss the beaches that we played on
You missed the child in your own eyes

Now you’re gone, 
But I’m still not here.
Why can’t you wake up 

I’m not ready
Please, just take your time, don’t leave now
I can’t fight this world alone.


Details | Free verse | |

She Hates Me...A Tragedy...

Ignore me...Why?
  "You’re a LOSER thats why!"
You Hate me, What did I do?
  "Why else, you are you!"
What is that supposed to mean
  "Figure it out, you’ll never win,"
I said I was sorry, What more do you want?
  "You ARE sorry, Pathetic, a Dork and a runt."
Is there anything I could do to change your mind?
  "I want you leave, what are you blind?"

Fine then I’ll go, but I want you to know,
I’m sorry for the things that I’ve said and I’ve done,
I’m sorry for the feelings, the love I didn’t show...

And the boy turned away, down the track where they run,
And ended his life...with the shot of a gun.

And when the girl heard, she uttered not a word,


For to miss him, to care,  or feel sorrow, well, that would be absurd...


Details | Free verse | |

Ice Rains

Why I am thinking of my father
on the topic of white snows
perhaps because he seemed almost Hispanic
in his youth, tanned, dark hair and eyes
but whiteness shone the day
he came home early
worry caught my breath in chest
and only in the morning
did the firemen come, taking him away.

Such heart spasms, clench us all,
yet snow falls so softly, unexpected
and ice rains even less noticed
they drip, drip, coating the roads
and only when we step too fast
skews our vehicle, ends us in ditch
new babies without parents,
stitches in our heads. 
The drips spire down the icicles,

coat the roses as buds, never to open,
and yet, sometimes, I wish to be inside
tasting the ice cold water like fire
turning blue to the ends of my limbs
in sleepiness, and setting ablaze 
my very soul, like a light, shine out as call
here, with me, all the memories
a blanket of witness to eternity
dripping into us experience’s minerals.

Who could do magic with a wand
headed with all of life’s power to hold?
Who could accept magic in waves
like the falling of snow, or wonder
that we escaped from death,
that we saw roses, saw the spirals
climb down from the sky as raindrops
and drip, drip, into our thoughts
all that began as white and ended.


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TO PAPA -Through the eyes of his little girl

Through the eyes of this little girl, to her Papa, no one could compare
Always dashing in grey and navy suits with a white shrt and burgundy tie
How she'd stare in awe, wide-eyed; her little face turn upward in gaze
With a deep, stern voice he corrected, yet, with soft eyes, and warm hugs he consoled
The world demands so much from a man and sometimes he was not perfect
His bane was his good looks and a kind and honest heart
During his younger years he struggled, yet his love for his family stayed true
He was proud man in many ways and kept his promise to God and his wife
Througout the years of struggle, he never left his queen in thirty-five years

"Papa", one of God's creations by special design-fire and ice-compassionate and kind, 
Those who dared to cross him learned a lesson everytime
Through extraordinary battles, some won and others lost 
Each challenge imposed, he rose and met-a remarkable feat!

Then came one day, with his final battle raging, in some world beyond our eyes
His body racked and worn with pain, Papa was sent home to say good bye
My "Papa" stood tall one last time- and chose life with his Creator!


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Inevitable Bear

Oh lonely Inevitable Bear,
Padding claws, death in white
Sorrow in recurring nightmare
Instinct’s test; fight or flight?

Camouflage against the fence,
A challenge; my subconscious fear
Ominous slowly moving silence,
“Let me in, there’s a bear out here!”


Details | Sonnet | |

Home to the Ocean

sonnet

While dreaming of my childhood ocean ties, mem'ry's chandelier sheds light, somewhat eclipsed. The essence of the salt still stings my eyes; the rusty taste of iron hangs on my lips. The ocean’s fragrant spray not quite so fair as I recall; it makes me think of death. Many a moon has set since I was there; destiny speaks to me - my own last breath. The ocean’s soft waves bring dulcet mem’ries, my mama’s silk scarf brushing ‘gainst my face. Turbulent storms always left me on my knees under safe precipice back of our place. It is there my dreams rest as I stand by; it’s there I shall be buried when I die.
3 inspired by nette onclaud's poem from 6/12/11, Even After Twilight Loves We miss you, nette, and long for inspirations from your pen as you have time and energy. Meanwhile we read your poetry and pray for whatever keeps you away from us to end.


Details | Verse | |

Single Kisses

Focused on you, a wild demons stare
 With a motion it happens
 A emotion flattens
 As you fall beneath a demons glare
 
He notices most things that happen
 Might even pick the clothes you wear
 Believe it or not he really does care
 Knows whats best and helps me get there
 
To perfection the performance blacken when he's scared
 Things fall apart if he's not helping me be prepaired
 Guidence and experience for me his mare
 Sometimes I wonder what it would be like without a demon here
 
He loves positive reactions with greatness and flair
 And how people love me after he dares
 Carefully he holds me through a very small tear
 Me I guess I am getting used to, just hangin round rare 


Details | Ekphrasis (Ecphrasis) | |

Deception

On a silent night
In a kingdom by the sea

Bright moon and star
On dark mindnight sky

Shine silently above
Mermaid’s loud cry

Shallow tears lay
Into depths of hearts

Who seek paradise
In a kingdom by the sea

Where daylight doesn’t reach
Their eyes won’t see

You won’t find peace
There’s no heaven for thee

No sunrise would you witness
Nor sweet Annabel Lee

In a kingdom by the sea
Whoever you may be

No soul breaks free
From sweet Annabel Lee

Whatever drowns remains
In a kingdom by the sea


Details | Rhyme | |

My Hero died today

It was very early in the morn
The news not good, in depths forlorn

Memories of you dressed in your army best
A hero to me a father better than all the rest

Mom would play the piano and sing Daddy's little girl
I cried each time I heard it, my emotions in a whirl

No hero can be perfect the war had taken its toll
Alcohol had become an addiction to fill that empty hole

It stole so much time from us all, the years they flew right bye
A VA doctors test messed you up then they sent you home to die

Another hospital then another again you went to die in ICU
More than three weeks on life support with IV's arms all black and blue

I was glad to get to see you,have the chance to hold your hand
My own still much smaller than my hero's, who's life had not seemed grand

I wish I could have been there today before you passed away,I had a few words I really
wanted to say
I love you dad and always will and happy fathers day

This poem is dedicated to my father who passed early this morning fathers day 2010


Details | Verse | |

Solar Love

Every star is someone eles's son (shield your eyes) shrug off hate from everyone familiar place been here before thousands of nights the ocean shore coasts are changing minds align hate and fear must now resign connect the dots move my child tame the shy wake the wild shred advice relayed from the miser castrate cancer obstructing the wiser transcendental the hydrogen burns furnishing life each time earth turns


Details | Lyric | |

The Apple PASTURE

DONE



                             The Apple PASTURE

Oh how I long
To drift into the apple pasture.
Were once was and all well meet.
A pure and dear site.
Where silver reflection cover the still waters that holds the golden
grains of martilty and the grazing souls lie young amounce no stars.
Oh how I long
To drift into the apple pasture
Were wins smells of melon and the trees whisper spring corals in the mellow dark and best of light and time creeps into no tomorrow.



                                               Jay


Details | Free verse | |

Wondering

Time makes me wonder.
The lack of it, does too.
Why is the Earth where it is? 
Why are we standing on it? ...
What is that thing makes each of us, us?
What happens to it when we stop breathing?
Do we just become part of Earth, and watch everything happen?
Do we move to an other planet and adopt an other body?
Do we free ourselves, and fly around?
I imagine the friend I lost, sitting next to me.
Is he here, sharing this joint with me? ... 
Do we stop existing? Staring at the stars, my ignorance becomes obvious to myself.

Does earth shine?
I wonder.
Do we shine as they [The stars] do?
will I ever know?
Time will grant me with the answers, I asure my self.

The smoke is hidding the moon.
I imagine I'm free.
I'm flying around. I'm one with the Earth, and he [My friend] is here with me.
I can see myself from the sky, staring at the hidden moon...


Details | Ballad | |

Cassandra

Revelation Said In Stone Appeared an Eon ago of Shame and Sin, Something we all know But not it's rise, For is has already became Virtue Flaming Skies from an Angel So Bright The World's Cure for Soul-Blight A Hell on Earth A Savior's Worth So many Dreams are cast then Forgotten So many lives are brought up then just Thrown back down Maybe she is The Cure Maybe she is The Plan All Fear the Flame Failed Creation of Samael She Comes from the Deep She Comes from The Heavens' Vault To End the dawn of the Demon Purge this land of all Vice Kali Yuga will be nevermore The one of Sublime Cassandra, Bringer of Muspelheim Release me and Burn away this land Hold me by The Hand Tell me the past is just pretend Give me The Cure If this is your destiny Then May it be mine I would die in time I'm Just another Obstacle In the way of your divine Wings Forget me Cassandra For Doom was already meant for me All Fear the Flame Failed Creation of Samael She Comes from the Deep She Comes from The Heavens' Vault To End the dawn of the Demon Purge this land of all Vice Kali Yuga will be nevermore The one of Sublime Cassandra, Bringer of Muspelheim Valkyrie of Heart Angel of Grace I surrender to You Savior by Destiny Dispel all Tragedy Especially me All Fear the Flame Failed Creation of Samael She Comes from the Deep She Comes from The Heavens' Vault To End the dawn of the Demon Purge this land of all Vice Kali Yuga will be nevermore The one of Sublime Cassandra, Bringer of Muspelheim


Details | Rhyme | |

Buried love

He is sleeping in my bed unsuspecting,
As I sneak out the back door again.
I stalk across the dimly lit garden,
Stricken with guilt, remorse, heart-piercing pain.
 
Even during blissful moments in his arms,
Your face flickers in the reflection in his eyes.
I close mine only to see your face again,
In the blackness, dark as night skies.
 
How can I be happy with someone else,
When thoughts of you haunt me, asleep or awake?
How can I smile up at him,
When its your features I'm trying to remake?
 
Even though he makes me happy,
Its nothing compared to the joy you brought me.
I start the car and stare at the lucky charm,
Remembering when you said, my happiness it will guarantee.
 
I guess it never did work,
Because now I'm sitting in this empty car,
Wondering how things could have gone this wrong,
When we had promised stay together upon a solitary star.
 
I'm driving down the familiar road,
Wishing an accident would take away this pain.
Better a quick unfortunate incident,
Than a slow death, plagued by guilt, going a little insane.
 
Walking through the wrought iron gates,
I cant help remembering the many times I've sneaked out.
Each time I reach the graveled path,
If you're worth the trouble, I doubt.
 
But I cant help stalking out the house,
You've become my obsession, my pilgrimage.
Praying silently he never finds about you,
For I'm sure he'll have me put in a cage.
 
I feel the steady calm rising as I near you,
Your voice is in the wind, the rustle of the leaves.
I can hear my heart beat in my ears,
I move to your headstone among the other graves.
 
As usual I trace the engraved heart,
Let a few tears slip and lie down on your cover.
Wishing the block of marble between would disappear and so,
For the last time I could see my sunshine, my one true lover.
 
- Miliya Parveen


Details | Elegy | |

Elegy for Grandma

Your spirit flew to life beyond the vail.
Those aged bones were what you left behind.
Though love remained with memory and tale.
A royal heart like yours is hard to find.

Ó November 16, 2011
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen


Details | Personification | |

The End






          ****************

Here comes' the Enemies'
   Strewn from the Dark
             To the Light
They were pushed out of Heaven
              Falling into the Dark
           ...........Of the Night
      ------
Only to Rise again....
To be subjugated to all Men
      To steer them to the
        Den of the Devil
  The Devils' Den
Where Dear Old Lucifer
It's ready to do it again'
          - Fore -
He is so graciously
   Awaiting Them
  To let them in
  Where will it end
 
         - THE END -

            GF


Details | Lyric | |

The Unhappy Moth

She chose a red scarf. The most red 
of them all.
Of a dark red, a sweet and thick red color,
just as wine.

She carved from the red scarf
from the middle
to the size of a Martini glass.

Then she carved one more glass,
and she kept carving 
till she fell asleep.

Yesterday
she saw her Beloved Moth 
flirting with a Younger Moth, 
carving together from a sweater
while she was getting busy,
carving in the shelves.

The Unhappy Moth drank lots of wine
woolen wine, 
last night.
She drank lots, too much
for a Moth.
The Unhappy Moth got drunk
and fell asleep
on the red scarf,
unhidden
with a heart filled with peace.

She was not afraid no more. 
Now she could be seen easily,
laying on the scarf
and easily crushed.

The Unhappy Moth was not 
afraid of death no more,
at least, now she knew 
how wonderful the red scarfs are
and that they taste
like red wine.


Details | Free verse | |

SUCH HASTE, SUCH WASTE


Brother, why the haste
why are you so quick to bail
how life has made you frail
why art thou so lean in faith


Desires of sodom, you chase
till you wear and rot to waste.
The truths of life you dare not face
you cower behind the shell of race
and bequeath to it,the fortune of your days


Oh Sister, why the haste
this phase you crave
is soiled with fray
this course you chart
is fraught with chains


Are you numb to the flames;
that chars the face with pains
that lays in wait, in ways
unseen to sight and gaze


You fill your pate with tales of hate
and lose your fate in pits of vale


The weight of your plate
is filled with kills of kin
why the haste, brother
why the waste, sister?


Details | Elegy | |

My Kashmir Burns (Part 1)

I picture Kashmir through lightened KL. News of another massacre darkens my eyes
Winds are thirsty there. They continue to taste the young blood.
I groom myself with exquisite things,
Sipping ice tea in ac room, I comfort myself
And Kashmir burns. Kashmir set ablaze

I can smell the warm blood of beaten corpse
Where from winds bought this smell. Somewhere Karbala reborn.
Mosques are being slammed
There windows stoned. And the black boots leave their footprints on Mimber
Even God judges on evidence
There is one Imaam left now; he hides her daughters in his shadow
A blunt knife in his hands; soon he will sacrifice them to keep their innocence
Kashmir is burning. Kashmir is bleeding
And I write.

Army jeep chases the tracks. To find the associated bodies
They are alive now. Soon they will be dead
From Patan to Sopor, And in narrow passages of nostalgic downtown
Ghosts of curfew
Haunt the houses for young souls.

From the Kupwara cantonments, search lights chase emptiness
Nothing is left now. Search lights can’t see inside the graves
A boy there went missing for two days. His father starts digging his grave.
I put my earphones on and I close my eyes. I sleep
While my Kashmir is ablaze
“It’s me poor farmer’s son. Kupwara’s charm, I feel no pain”.
I see him so alive in my dreams.
He chants songs of Mahjoor from his burnt lips. My hands shiver. He has no finger nails.
I see his smoke tanned skin. Same as that of Khayam’s barbeques
He stands at a distance from me. I can still smell kerosene
“Tell my mother to let her heart become cold. Her heart will not bear my state.
Tell my mother to let her eyes become blind. Her eyes will not withstand my sight.”
I follow him towards his tortured body. He tells me to follow the spilled blood.
His blood has made its own Jhelum. I row on it. Until it gets lost in black boots
The story will turn into legend. I find his body no more.

On the streets silence prevails. Nobody has permission to wail.
Sisters are beatifying coffins while brothers look for stones.
For bullets there will be stones
Kashmir is ablaze. She is wailing in grotesque tones.
In Lal Ded hospital a new born cries: Father register me at cantonment then take me out
Death is recruiting in dozens at a time.
Tomorrow is curfew. Death has no curfew pass.
How they want to identity you. Becomes your identity
People burn up all you identity cards.


Details | Couplet | |

Remembering My First Lost Love

Meeting my first lost love came unexpectedly.
Although I was young, I still remember him...sadly.
Dressed in  a dark dress without ribbons or bows,
Slowly walking into the room to see my dad's dad,
I saw my grandfather for the very first time...dead. 
He was handsome, like his picture, in a nice suit.
He had been out in the world on his own pursuit.
Emptiness, not knowing joys consumed me that day.
I wondered how it would have been with time to play.
His skin, pale and gray, was cold when I kissed him.
I wondered if he ever ran to the beach for a swim.
Hugs and kisses were never known and no Granddad laugh.
The preacher there said a prayer on Grandad's behalf.
In the chapel, there were folks I had never met.
Back in 1956, I felt my first regret.
Many times I thought of him as years passed by.
I wonder, would he wipe my tears if I should cry.
Or listen to excitement when I learned something new -
Long ago, when granddad died, we said adieu.
But even now, I think of him with family love
And hope we'll have a chat someday near God above.

June 7, 2012
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen

Written for Poetry Soupn Member Contest:  Remembering a Lost Love
Sponsored by: Gail Doyle



Details | Free verse | |

Last Sonnet



Hither I stand, at crossroads,
And then I gaze, at the yonder end-
The vague horizon from where I began;
And all that I may ever deem
Is that- my days
Have been a waken dream.

Hither I stand, at the edge of my dream;
Then I wonder, at the depth of my trance-
An adventurous journey through the wondrous woods;
An idyllic stroll through the vicissitudinous meadow;
And from the final station as I depart,
All that I can ever say, is that
Perpetuation has been a rouge
Of fleeting phases of my life.


Suyash Saxena 
St. Stephen’s College.


Details | Free verse | |

I Took The DARE and Survived It

Anxiety about what I might think preceded me
As I sat on the stool in the middle of my living room
Ready to think about who knows what,
I relaxed for a moment and then closed my eyes.

Gratitude and peacefulness were my first feelings.
I smiled inside thinking about how literal Ingrid had taken me.
He remembered that I intended to write at 3:00 a.m.
As the clock ticked, Ingrid kept time for me…

Fear crossed my mind next, afraid of my own thoughts,
What they might be.  Nightmares.  Horrors. 
Repressed experiences dreaded.
But thankfully, the ringing in my head saved me.
At least for that moment…

A few things slipped in.  The Jeffery McDonald murders
That took place when I was stationed at Ft. Bragg, N.C.
The horror had anguished me on an off over the years.
Then, I heard the crickets again.  Thankfully.

Next, a hit and run accident that was reported in the news years ago
Flashed through my mind…anxiety from Army days.
It had happened on a road we sometimes traveled.
Fear, reality check, and cricket sounds followed.

Yes, it is that cricket sound that I enjoy so much.
It took me to the natural world in all its beauty.
Little seeds germinating in my sunroom...  
Crickets outside making their noise; I smiled again.

And the crickets in my head chirped.
I was thinking that this isn’t so bad after all.
I have learned to find happiness inside myself
Then, Ingrid said, “Time’s up.”

I felt relieved.

© March 1, 2012
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen

My DARE: Dane, you picked Dare* I dare you to sit in the middle of your living room... 
(on a chair if you have toooo!) Close your eyes, and feel for 5 minutes... (you will need a 
stop watch that alert you when the 5 minutes are up. During them 5 minutes, you have 
to feel everything, allow your strong emotions to feel. Even if you have little one's are 
running or your cat is purring at your feet. Don't allow it to bother you. You have to 
concentrate and find that one spot in the back of your mind. The part that digs real 
deep into every feeling we forget is there. After the 5 minutes are up... Sit in the spot 
where you write, and write for 10 minutes, Write about every thought that passed 
through your mind in a poetic way, sad~happy~ mad, crazy.. and so on... Take us deep 
into your mind... Thank you..pd

Confession…I wrote more than 10 minutes…time slipped up on me.


Details | Rhyme | |

When it never ends

years of yesterday 
caught in time 
when fate would not have it any other way
and your countenance is covered in grime

oblivion escapes the hold
of an afflicted heart
for history foretold
and yet never was I ready to witness the start

grief fills the void case
of a special love
never again to caress a father's embrace
in the comfort of emotion's cove

it hurts to remember
and the past its inspiration lends
for expression burnt to ember
when it never ends


Details | I do not know? | |

I still miss you

Visions stolen,
Heart beat raised
You still touch me,
In the castle in the air

I don’t want to miss you,
Truth is, I still do
The smile, those eyes,
I still miss you..

The path has forked
The world has split
Memories tainted,
I still miss you

I yearn for a rendezvous
To reminisce the cold touch
The twinkle, the chuckle,
I still miss you

Cries of laughter,
Strength of bond,
The waiting seconds,
I still miss you

Time does not reverse
The road unveils beautifully
But, some are unforgettable
And, I, still miss you…


Details | Free verse | |

I dreamt of her...

I had a dream, it was about you
And I was there and you were too
Where I pleaded,"before I die, I freeze,
Take my heart its only yours-accept, accept me please!"

And you looked at me with dull eyes brown
And stared at me with a little frown
Where-on my knees where I slouched and bled
You looked at me, laughed then said

"You will never be good enough not now, not ever,
You will stay the way you are- WORTHLESS forever,
And here tonight in your own blood you’ll drown
And die with a cold, cold iscicle crown."

And as I sank into the cold
With deaths welcomed grip slowly taking hold
I knew then I was going to die
And sadly, I did too know why

I was pathetic worthless, just never that much good
I ponder, overthink-"shouldn’t, would or could?"
I was never all that good looking or talented at that
And to die would do good, and thats a fact

I awoke from my nightmare
into your ignoring stare
What I had thought was a dream
Was not, but right in between.

My Nightmare was my reality,
My Reality my nightmare...


Details | Lyric | |

I Don't Want to Leave the Party

The long, long night
Is winding down
From distant rooms
I hear the sound
Of fine old friends
Taking leave
The evening ends
And I believe
The time to follow suit draws near
My heart is tired, but my mind is clear.

The shining lights
Are fading out,
The dawn lies weak
On the walls without
The voices drift
And steal away
As we search for deeper
Things to say
The sands keep flowing through the glass
As present lives become the past.

     - And we all grow old
     - As the Earth spins around
     - As we hold to the love
     - By which we all are bound.

          I don't want to leave the party
          It's always been such fun
          Through all the years and tears and fears
          Feels like it's only just begun.
          I don't want to leave the party
          But I'll follow all my friends.
          Who knows what waits outside the door
          When the magic of our living ends?

The hand that holds
Your glass of wine
Is cracked and aged
As much as mine
The shadows of
Our memories
Are lengthening
Into the seas
Of onward flowing history,
The days once shared by you and me.

The love that lit
Ten thousand nights
Is still alive
And burning bright.
The time we spent
On sharing dreams
Is further now,
Or so it seems.
The lives we built we can't forget,
And no one wants to leave just yet.

     - And we all grow old
     - As the Earth spins around
     - As we hold to the love
     - To which we all are bound.

          I don't want to leave the party,
          We're all having too much fun.
          Yet while smiling we'll still disappear
          Now that the play is closed and done.
          I don't want to leave the party,
          But I'll go, with all my friends
          Who knows what's waiting just outside
          When the spell of living softly ends?


Details | Rhyme | |

An Amulet of Peace

An amulet of peace hung ‘round my neck,
An AR16 rifle in my hands….
Seemed like such a paradox,
In the paddies and jungles of Vietnam.

An amulet of peace hung ‘round my neck,
A man’s life was in my hands….
That life was not only mine,
While trying to survive in Vietnam.

An amulet of peace hung ‘round my neck,
Hoping for guidance by God’s hand….
Ignore our sin, keep us alive and safe,
While fighting in Vietnam.

An amulet of peace hung ‘round my neck,
My duffel bag in my hand….
After 13 months, I was going home,
No more to fight in Vietnam.

An amulet of peace hung ‘round my neck,
An Honorable Discharge in my hand….
Only to be spat upon, called ‘baby killer’,
By ‘peaceniks’ against the war in Vietnam.

An amulet of peace no longer hung ‘round my neck,
The challenge of a new life was at hand….
Found love, happiness and some success,
And tried not to think of Vietnam.

Again, that same amulet of peace hangs ‘round my neck;
And I hope my friends all understand….
I want our courageous young men and women
Out of Iraq and Afghanistan.


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Black Sea Of Hate

I have no desire to swim in your black sea of hate 
Nobody is born with a broken soul it happens along the way 
You push your way into this world free from sin 
You came with all your innocent traits 

I have no desire to sit at your table 
Where the linen is whiter than an untouched 
Blanket of snow on Monsanto Lake 
neither will I partake! 


Your Gleaming Gorham silver wares Clusters 
Like hanging mountain grapes shapes 
Yet, I have no desire to swim 
Or to sit at your table of hate 

When the children of the Black Sea are taught to hate the priests 
Kids up north blood stain the streets while
The Politicians laughed over $2000 plate’s dinners 
Who is guarding the gates of hell?

The World of Politic sure is wild! 

http://idyllmusement.freeforums.net/index.cgi?board=poetry&action=display&thread=6


Details | Didactic | |

Second Thoughts

Why we always look away
From what our eyes desire to see?

Then we think
‘I should have…’

We look back
And we can’t see

It walked away -
We let it be

Why it always walks away
When we want to give a try?

We look back every day
And we pray for one last stand

Then we think back in regret
‘Why i hadn’t…’
Each time we cry

One day we will forget-
The day when we die


Details | Free verse | |

A Tribute To Freddie Mercury

A Tribute To Freddie Mercury

What happened?
Why did God take you away?
Your music soothed so many
Brought others to tears
Yet everyone danced and sang with you
Following your fingers on the piano keys
You cast your spell over thousands
Your voice was a gift from the gods
You took the stage you were blessed
And you blessed us with your songs
We didn’t know that you were suffering
That you were dying
You kept your pain a secret so we would not worry
You knew we would mourn before your life was over
You knew we would cry and not hear your last songs
How we miss you since you left
Your band continues on
Playing the music that you made famous
It is not the same
You made the music everything that it was
You changed music from the day you sang your first note
No one will ever give what you gave
You gave you life for your fans
We knew it and we loved you for it
Your goodbye left a void that will never be filled
Four word and just for words say what we feel
They are strong words that you gave meaning to
We hear them when we see you on a video
They echo through our ears as we hear your song
God Save the Queen and God bless Freddie
He will always be royalty in our hearts


Details | Personification | |

AURA





             ------


       In Preference
            - In -
The Rendition of Sound
          ------  
          GOD
  Gave such a gift
Of so many things'
And by His Grace
True abundance
Can be found
      ------
I do surrender' to Thee
With bended Knee
He stand's by My side
He comforts' me
      -----
He is the Messiah
The King' to Me
      ------
I chose to live Live
Out all of My Life
     In Eternity   
          - Fore -
That is My
        "Soul Desire"

               GF


Details | Free verse | |

The Day Our World Changed

I lay in bed last night thinking of 
 everything and nothing, as I often do.
  For some reason or maybe for no reason,
    I thought of playing on my slip-and-slide 
     when I was a little girl.
In Florida, summer lasts from April until October.
We were always looking for ways to cool off.
That memory led to another and another. 
I remembered our neighborhood.
It came to life everyday with the sound of children's laughter.
Now, I often sit by my window hearing the silence of children 
indoors playing video games. Safe behind locked doors.
Occasionally, the birds come out to play 
or I hear a bull frog croak.
Squirrels run across our fence line searching for places to hide their treasures.
(The neighbor leaves out peanuts for them. The squirrels appreciate the gesture.)   
When I was a little girl, I caught grasshoppers and lizards, but not frogs. 
I didn't like frogs. 
I thought of my succession of childhood bicycles.
I felt free as I zigzagged through the street
riding with the wind in my hair and the sun on my face.
I haven't felt that free in a long time.
In those days, I never felt lonely.
I could always find a friend to share a secret with 
right outside my door.  
Our parents never thought they would send us outside to play
and never see us again. 
The neighborhood was our playground.
Until the day a young boy disappeared from a shopping mall
only ten miles from my childhood home. 
He was kidnapped, killed and decapitated.
I was eleven years old. Our world changed.  
On my playground, shadows lurked and everyone was a stranger. 
I cried when I saw the picture of the little boy 
with the baseball cap and toothless grin. 
My brother was the same age as that little boy. He had nightmares for a while.
I was eleven years old. Our world changed.   


By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders
for Debbie Guzzi's Fear contest
Second place finish


Details | Rhyme | |

Your Rainbow

Everyday I chase your rainbow
Spanning all my years
Painting in color my sorrow
Magnifying all my tears.

You were the buttercup yellow of fun
The vibrant violet of argument
You were the orange laughing sun
The sharp red of excitement.

I paint my memories one by one
Every shade of green and pink and blue
Maybe when all is said and done
I'll remember you in a different hue.

For you chased the pure white light
To a place I could not follow
So every colorless night
I search for color in my sorrow.

But sorrow can only be monotone
How many shades of black?
Now I look at rainbows all alone
Wish so much that you were back.


Details | Monorhyme | |

No One Told Me

No One Told Me
A cement block is tied to my heart
Need a running start
At night my voice carries like a lark
Death’s arrow has hit its mark
My life is so dark
The side of the ocean is full of sharks
Some days I feel like such a tart
I used to be such a sweetheart
No one told me life would be so hard.


Details | Rhyme | |

Guitarra, Express My Heart

Guitarra, I’m begging,express my heart Pick away all that’s ever ached Place these Spanish notes beautifully To the angel of her face Guitarra pleas, express this heart Bring to life our last Latin nights Dancing that flamenco from her charcoal eyes Reviving fiesta under most romantic moonlight Guitarra as now I gently play Fingers within running throughts through ebony of her hair “El espiritu de amor” is strumming along Bringing back the yesterdays to here Guitarra passion now is in the revival As the ghost of love tangos all around Milagros, I sense you near And in this instrument forever you are found


Details | Free verse | |

Indian Summer, Part III

The winds of Winter wait,
Whispering to me of the approaching future,
But still far off, biding their time
Until this span of light and warmth has lasted out its stay.

     Meantime, I engage myself in taking stock;
     Compiling the days that define myself to myself
     Enlarging the catalog so far as I can,
     Building up a narrative.

So many memories
Like fireflies in a Summer's night
Flash through the dark spaces of my mind.

Childhood: Flash
                            Youth: Flash
Young Parenthood: Flash
                                         Empty Nest: Flash.

Family, friends, events
Joys, sorrows, beginnings, endings -
All make their flickering passages;
All paint their images onto me  

     The particles dance and shift
     Cells die to be replaced
     The face in the mirror becomes my father's
     Molecule by molecule
     With each passing instant.

     The particles dance and shift
     Moving back towards the dark unknown
     From which they came,
     Yet somehow in the midst of it
     The I that was
                              And am
                                            And shall be
     Remains to watch the long parade unfold.

And that parade, banal and fantastic,
Marches past that inside window where I watch to see myself pass by,
As some newer self shall do the same through all tomorrows
Until the day when all the marching stops for me -

     And then, my fellow marchers,
     O my many, varied Loves,
     On that last Winter's day,
     Where will we be,
     Where will we be?

     What musics shall we hear?
     What wonders might we see?

                              






     


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The House On Fire

It has been standing here forlorn:
Now a burning house on fire;
None’s here to rush or shout for help:
There’s None for it a crier…

A gloomy place this has been
For past a year and score;
I’ve known this place since kidship days:
It never felt so sore.

What else can I but do,
Than watch and not respond—
I feel the attachment weighing me down
Now while I slouch in despond…

(Quick! Fetch some water—do someone—
I shall be its Crier—
But it burns with much vigor—
Flames are rising up higher)

It’s always stood separate from all,
In a state of mortal plight;
I never, ever before, saw it
Glowing thus, so bright..

…So, here I see a picture of 
How my thoughts could Clash,
And witness in silence now,
It’s disbanding to Ash… 


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For the Dying Orphan

I let you die for my name As you reached for my hands Out of waters of drowning What a hypocrite this writer is The Hatred of Solitude Letting an orphan dream Then destroy him with knowledge Of what you have done He opened up to you In new ways But in nostalgic guises The springwinds whisper blithe yore But the winterwinds, much stronger Caress you with the dreams of your funeral sky “It was you… it was your fault… Letting the one who was so open to you Be the laugh… the piece in the game…”


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Times Were Tough

I come from down in the valley, there, my father's house shines hard and bright in the darkness on the edge of town, like my memories calling so cold and alone troubled times had come to my hometown times were tough, love was not enough to feed us and keep us warm the greedy thieves that came around brought death to my hometown my father once told me, with every wish there comes a curse now, I understand what he meant you choose the chance you take still, at the end of every hard day, people find some reason to believe My hometown lays waiting for rebirth maybe everything that dies someday comes back By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, March 5, 2012 for Sing a Song a Poem contest (Tracie~*~ Indigo Dreamweaver) Eighth Place *Bruce Springsteen lyrics I come from down in the valley - The River My father's house shines hard and bright - My Father's House In the darkness on the edge of town - In the Darkness on the Edge of Town Calling and calling so cold and alone - My Father's House Troubled times had come to my hometown - My Hometown Times were tough, love was not enough - When You're Alone The greedy thieves that came around brought death to my hometown - Death to My Hometown With every wish there comes a curse - With Every Wish You choose the chance you take - The Price You Pay Still at the end of every hard day, people find some reason to believe - Reason To Believe Maybe everything that dies someday comes back - Atlantic City


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Beyond The Sun

Of 2000 years ago Beyond The Sun
There once was a Prophetic Son
With a Mother of Wisdom
The Matriach of Sublime
She shows the way in time
 
There's a locked cage in my heart
And it's tearing me apart
Sophia you hold The Key
Why don't you open if for me
 
Beyond The Sun
A Dove, a Flame (Beyond The Sun)
Regina Sapientia is Here (Beyond The Sun)
 
Beyond The Sun
A Dove, a Flame (Beyond The Sun)
Regina Sapientia is Here (Beyond The Sun)
 
There's a locked cage in my heart
And it's tearing me apart
Sophia you hold The Key
Why don't you open if for me
 
Beyond The Sun
A Dove, a Flame (Beyond The Sun)
Regina Sapientia is Here (Beyond The Sun)
 
Beyond The Sun
A Dove, a Flame (Beyond The Sun)
Regina Sapientia is Here (Beyond The Sun)


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Wrong

I sit upon, my thoughts so blunt:
I hear the birds that cry,
Not what I do, but what I can't, 
One can only try. 

I look upon, the sky so dark, 
The air is cool and still. 
The journeys that I won't embark,
Feelings I'll never feel. 

I'll walk this road, with uncertainty: 
I'll help myself along, 
Until I rest-- eternally,
Forgetting all my wrong.


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Poppies of Remembrance

Time, to buy our poppies
To remember once again
remember those who died for us
And those who were just maimed
We must also remember
Those, who lost their loved ones
Mothers, sister’s, daughters
Fathers, brothers, son's
What a lot of us can't imagine
What torment that must be
But they all gave their lives for us
To make our country free
In one hundred years
Two wars some endured
lost fathers in the 1st, sons in the last
This fighting is absurd
And still we send our menfolk
To fight the wars abroad
 Please end this madness
I beg thee dear lord...

We think we're in recession
But do we  really know
The hardships that our grandparents
Suffered against the foe
Bombed out of house and home
Nowhere else to go
Then all neighbours rallied round
To help they were not slow
Rationing came about
For food, for clothes, for fuel
From just scrag ends of meat
Made appetizing gruel
Women took over men’s jobs
In factories, farms and such
Blackouts, sirens, shelters
Hardship there was much 
Army, air force and navy
Were not the only ones
But fire-fighters, nurses, doctors
Air raid wardens, everyone
They all played some part
In winning against the foe
Many lost their lives
A dreadful way to go
Some might say its better
To die instantly my friends
For many, many suffered
In agony till the end
We can’t possibly imagine
What it's like there at the front
Many months of fighting
With no end in sight
In trenches, 
Your comrades all about you lying
Water logged and stinking,
Lying, crying, dying.
So please stand in silence
Remember, remember them 
They fought for our freedom
Our women and our men


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death

Time fell fast 
Things became hard
Worries were vast
Lives begain scared

Hopes endlessly hidden
All things seemed forbidden
Days filled with darkness
Lives consumed and left sparkless

Awaiting the doom
Sitting only in gloom
Heaven wept
No souls were kept


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Her Final Words

"No." She whispered before drowning into her sorrows.
Her life had been a simple happy one. 
There were no pains and no troubles.
Life was life and people were people.
Life was simple.
and life was all about tomorrows.
Life didn't know about sorrows.
Her sorrows.
Those same sorrows that she drowned in never existed. 
They were never there, but where?
First to be sad in the naive town of joy.
Sorrow became contagious and what was known as happiness no longer was there.
It was non-exististent. 
A meager thought 
and a blessed memory.
She tried and tried.
She failed and failed.
Life was no longer hers.
For Pain was her only possession.
Her curse.
She lived and she died.
Yet, her legacy was passed on.
Never was it gone.
"No." She whispered before drowning in her sorrows, 
"Save them."


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Fleeting

There is a brilliant sun setting on the horizon. 
I wipe tears from my eyes, and watch in a strange sense of awe. 
The sun kisses everything with it’s radiating beams 
and then disappears from view. 
It reminds me that, 
like many things in life, 
these serenely beautiful moments are often fleeting.
Words are left unsaid, moments forgotten, lives lost.
But, in those quiet moments, 
when I feel the sun's warmth on my face, 
I know you're sending me a smile and lighting up my life, once again.


Details | Imagism | |

The sealed mountain

The grass like words in a poem, grew up on the hill,
With the pulsing season birds` bitter and honey thrill;
So green and yellow written in the sad memory:
Words on painted crosses of wood and ivory;
Blessed words on lips and clouds passing far away;
Grass grew around the shinning words of yesterday;
Grass and fluorescent flowers of our good night ,
And long echo of Narcissus calling the first light
From whose tender drops the world caught life,
And temptation of good got dim shadowy strife.
Words like moon reflected on the time`s waters
Brought the stratified Yorick`s smiles of our brothers;
It seems a wet moon with  broken troubled waters.
We sag and summon back the past Job`s heirs`hearth
To find the sealed mountain whose true faith is enough . 
 


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When Love Hurts

When love hurts, God heals
When love hurts, God feels
Your pain too as you do now
Pray and He'll show you how
When love so hurts, how to deal
The deep pain is oh so very real
God'll cry too for your tears and
It's true about footprints in sand
Reach out and He holds your hand
In kind your mind will feel His love
Hurting'll subside from God's glove 
I know of true hurting, how it feels
Accepting a hand of cards He deals
Painful nights crying, I've had many
But God's blessings, I've had plenty
That I will have better days ahead, I
Know and no longer have need to cry
When life itself hurt I questioned why
But I survived and my faith didn't die
For yesteryear's hurts, it will subside
The tears still come once in a while
But the love memories, I can smile
For God's so in His glorious Kingdom
For Kingdom come, thy will be done
And done will the pain be, away it'll
Go, like wood off a creative whittle
Beautiful to see, as days coming be
God cures all hurt, just wait and see
My mother, dad, brother, baby too
And for me, cried like baby boo hoo
But I wiped away the tears and have
Been blessed like a cow and her calf
Help do words of praying and writing
More than once, had vision - sighting
Not just in dreams, but for really real
I was in such pain, it was just surreal
Once it was Mother/Son, Mary/Jesus?
Through Him I pray for me, bejezzus


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Hieroglyphs unknown by Champollion

Kids are playing with strange blue graffiti
So, they wrote several times: ”Neffertiti” …

And drew the most beautiful queen`s head.
The whole history of Egypt written in red, 

With sacred hieroglyphs unknown by Champollion:
The Pharaons` destiny dandles a dewy dandelion…


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Chastushka with balalaika and nagaika

Sweet  horizon ,don`t lock , don`t taste the pale bitter moon !
I`ll whip my Fancy`s Fairy with your whip-nagaika:
Incense times of vanity unscrewing a camphor afternoon. ..
Let`s live together in poem,with  our balalaika !


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The Stupidity of me...Self evaluation. [again]

Sometimes you think, but
OH NO!!!
How wrong you are,
What you perceive and hope for is nothing, NOTHING
but a hollow dream, a twisted illusion-a fantasy.
To think that you would have any worth what so ever
to think that anyone would reciprocate feelings that you make believe
that you hope and wish for
NO!
NO!
It is too bad for no one, NO ONE DOES!!!
You are pathetic, a pitiful, lost and decrepit soul
The feeling you hope and dream for are not there
They NEVER existed...
You are a fool to assume,
to presume.
stupid, STUPID,STUPID FOOL
Victim of mixed reactions- not a good excuse.
Accept our place LOSER
LOW LIFE
PATHETIC 
INCOMPETENT
FILTH
WORTHLESS
human....
you there, looking at me from the opposite side of the mirror...
this is you:
Your Name: Vincent
Category: FAILURE
Future:NONE
Possible Outcome: Premature DEATH
Relationship status: REJECT
Self Respect: Null & Negative
Self Motivation: Null & Negative
Life Expectancy: 1/2 to 1 year
Self Evaluation: Not Worth the Time...

This is you...me.
You the poor, sweet guy no one likes
the person who is soon left behind and forgotten.

This is the Stupudity of you...
Naive, innocence that has long been obsolete
your analysis of things, lacking of any substance
worth
an antonym of yourself...
stupid...


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Still Here

Though you slipped
from this earth 
so long ago
nigh on twenty years
 
I still feel you
here beside me
Hear your voice 
within my soul 

As I walk 
behind the back chutes
at the Sonoita Rodeo
your ghost elusive
follows me 

I guess it's true
what the old ones say
about gone but 
not forgotten 

For You're still here
in heart & spirit
every melody & tune
I dance in memory
with you

(c) September 2002


Details | I do not know? | |

Good Morning, Apocalypse Now : A Tribute to a Vietnam Veteran

Untitled 5
(My Uncle: Good Morning, Apocalypse Now)

My uncle doesn't speak much
about Vietnam or the stuff
he witnessed when he 
was just a boy. See,
he likes to drive the back roads fast 
and honk at random cars that pass.
His friendly gestures always lead to how
he grew up compared to kids now. 

Jumping and racing trains on the tracks
became dodging bullets and carrying his buddy on his back.
The marshes and dirt valleys here
became the forests and trenches of the military frontier. 

Last year, my sister donned his jacket
a fatigued fatigue that hung in his closet. 
In color and memory darkened,
kept out of sight for fear it would harken
the PTSD he's stuggled to avoid. 

He saw his brothers, young like him
to Vietnam succumb
while on American soil
and he promised he would never speak,
for fear his stomach would coil, 
when remembering rice - a dish he no longer enjoys.
And there's no orange on his clothes to remind him of the agent that destroyed.

When he speaks a calm 
"Good morning", I wonder if he's thinking of Vietnam
or if he knows
that I admire his strength and 
bravery and how 
he continually fights against 
the "Apocalypse Now".


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He Left These Here for You

Granddad saved change under the paper in his dresser drawer.
We never dared to look and see how much he had to share.
He saved it there with a purpose; to give when I was there.
For a nickel I would comb his hair; a quarter bought a shave.
He loved to give me money; I loved the way he cared.
A playful sort, he loved to laugh; he always teased and joked.
There was endless time to play with me; that’s how my granddad was.

My granddad grew a garden, the prettiest one in town.
I would help him plant the rows of corn.
Three seeds dropped in each hole that he made.
Row after row, together we worked our way down.
And when the work was completely done, it was time for fun!
A shave, hair comb, and a pedicure would make him fall asleep.
Grandma brought bright red polish to decorate his feet!

When he'd wake up, I’d sit on the floor, knowing what was next.
He would bring out coins from his dresser drawer
And laugh about his toes…  (A tradition as my grandmother knows.)
He was always amused while I counted all of my loot.  
He would tease and laugh and taunt.  To me, he was number one!
At age eighteen, while in the Army, the horrible message came.
Granddad had died from an allergy; life would never be the same.

I tried not to cry, like I promised him; I could not bear the pain.
He loved me so and I loved him.  I felt so alone.
How could I go through life and never hear his voice.
I must go on; we had talked of this; even now, he still is missed.
I didn't go home for many years; when I did…he wasn’t there.
Emptiness came over me, and an ocean full of tears.
Then, Grandma took me to his drawer… “He left these here for you.”

© July 9, 2011
Dane Smith-Johnsen 


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Old Big Ead


So you old bugger 
you’ve gone

and how many more will there be of

you

in the top 

one

watching from Holgate you’d just come back
you'd scored for England B 
against Scotland 
plaster on your brow

Ayresome 
autograph book in hand
boys lined up
worshipping

“One signing only
Charles Buchan Football Monthly haven’t I signed once 
for you i’m not here for the good of me health”

did you say“young man” back then?

August 1958 
won first match of the season 
9-0 Brighton
You got 
FIVE

Sign this Brian? 
“Do I know you? One signing only
Charles Buchan Football Monthly 
haven’t I signed once for you i’m not here for the good of me health” 
in the heat of the morning 
training

“they call me Mr Clough I call me old Big ‘Ead”

did I ever really walk on water

I do now


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A Lonely Tear

A Lonely Tear has no place to go
Must it hide in the Depths of Your Soul
Will it Ever Drip into the Memory of Life
For a Sibling, Mom, Dad, Husband,  or Wife

A Lonely Tear in an empty sea of Sorrow
Living on the wreath of it’s long forgotten Laurel
Love now rules the world,  a Lonely Tear just a Memory
Living in the uncoloured hue of ebonies’ Misery

YOUR Liege, with LOVE; ALWAYS and FOREVER…HG (Harry) 

                         To Be Continued


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My cobain smile

I want to drown my urge to die
I want to kill my pulse inside
I can't breathe, I'm paranoid
Everything in life I avoid

Don't speak to me, I'll look away
Inside my eyes is just decay
 I'm already dead, but have yet to die
Why do I keep my body alive

My soul is dead, eyes are lies
So is the smile I hide behind
Pull the plug, I'm a fake
In a nightmare and I cannot wake

Drown me! I'm flooded in pain
Please help me regain
Some peace, some rest 
I want to die to live again

Set me free 
Slitting my wrists isn't working
The more stares I get
The more I become numb
I just need to be gone
Eliminate my pain, 
I'm already out of breath 
Suffocating on my hopelessness

Every day I am alive 
But I'm craving to die inside
Curved smile because your so naive
You think I'm happy 
Yet I'm being crushed
My head is overflowing 
With these thoughts that are too much

One word, suicide
Sparks a light inside of my eyes

I don't want to pretend to live
Let me go, flood me in sin
There is where I want to swim
Six feet under the ground

Don't be selfish 
And keep me in pain
To tourture my lifeless body again
Let my body float soundly
Rushing water, ocean salt
I promise I won't feel it at all.

End it, hold me under 
Then bury me so I can slumber
Goodbye lifeless eyes
As I'm dying I'll be coming alive
Haunting images 
Deleted from my mind
Laughing 
As I leave this world behind

Water 
Floods my lungs 
Death 
Leans in for a kiss

Together we sink into insanity
And drown in infinitys abyss. 


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GOOSE BUMPS

GOOSE BUMPS

http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j231/the...ean/dtgeese.jpg

I'd thought I found eternal rest
cold hands folded, still, on my chest
but I hear echoes from the past
the trumpet's sound, fierce bugle blast

Coming alert, I look around
burst out laughing, see the sound
source - back to sleep with merry wave
at geese, goose-stepping on my grave ....

Alan McAlpine Douglas


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Heroshima

Heroshima
Can ewe balance out those two final hits against the lives saved those that would have 
continued WAR on Asian Soil those days of hell of hurting men caught by bullits and the 
bayonets? Can just two bombs blasting death be counted as salvation won for all those 
young boys girls old men women who died instantly in two Atomic Blasts over those two 
cities of Japan. Nagasaki Heroshima eye have seen the END of time the BOOKS of GOD are 
open when the Dead Arrive. Arise all sleepers in those Graves can GOD usher in those 
SOULS into new places now to stay is there a place for JAPAN in Jesus Heaven? For those of 
us who sinned and suffered radiation burns lost our skins and mortal coils gone some died 
just screaming out in pain all normal living gone perhaps no time to say your HOLY NAMME 
of Jesus. Can they live there inside your heaven is it still possible that you forgive them for 
once upon the time it came to me today that a Just and Perfect GOD adjudges perfectly 
those in suffering words can not describe no time to utter words of salve; but deeds looked 
at made right by YOU salvation won given now to all. Eventide has come today to those 
whom tomb decay whom die threw no fault of there own. Just hit twice dumped down on 
Killed with anguish very slow. A special place in heaven for all those special people of Japan. 


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The Bird that is Loved and Loathed

It burns and it stings.
It hurts.
More than drowning beneath 
the ice.
More than remaining in a 
kindled flame
She hits and I no longer cry.
Why mother, why? 

It burned and it stung.
The markings remained, 
returned, and were relived
Looking, loving, and little 
known loathing were the known 
ways of living.
Never was their pity for the 
child that cried
Never was their relief for the 
child that tried

You were that lovely bird that 
understood the complications of 
felicity 
Nothing looked the same in 
those dewy browns of yours.
My everbeating would cry tears 
of joy.
The others-they were yet to 
appear.
Caring Mother, o' so fair
 You were that beautiful bird 
filled with care.

The others came and were not 
alone. Their two suitors sat on 
the throne.
Rampage and rage why did you 
come?
I began to wither and wither 
slumping along. So very soon I-
the child of fines- became a 
human raceme. 
The droops of the Lily of the 
Valley became the slumping of 
my heart.
My lovely bird the enemy had 
taken you and the person you 
were is far from near.
For that divine nature left its 
intricate self and you became 
irretrievable my big bird.
All of your fairness died.
With that went my pride.
 
Mother, Mother what moved 
you so? 
Your intense spirt vanished only 
to supplement a monster. 
Mother, Monster and your tar 
filled lungs. 
How did I kill that liver that was 
so, so strong?
The lesson of pain was one you 
came to learn.
My darling bird why did you 
turn?
 
My lovely bird and your big 
brown eyes
I'll tell you once, but never 
twice.
Pain is only a flower for it 
blooms and dies
And a mistake can be killed as 
quickly as lice.
 You dear bird hurt me well. 
Though, haven't you heard?
Weakness is a souls greatest 
strength.
You brought me up, then you 
brought me down.
You haved helped, hurt, and 
hindered my blazing spirit.
A hero in my heart-I left you 
down in your deep black 
slumber. 
Escaping those terrible nights
To go for the town of delights. 


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A Note Left Behind (to a Son)

I was born underwater with lungs oversized,
With gills immature in a world full of smog,
I'm filling petition to be cauterized,
And end other chapter in life’s fragile log.

I was born black and white with extremities gray,
The plaintiff accuses what I might hide,
It's nothing but SOUL constantly at play,
With spoonfuls of turquoise rolling down off life's slide...

Implosion of rainbows will probably be
The cause of my passing unknown and alone.
When thrown overboard and deep into sea
I'll finally return to my home long time gone...

I've moved in a place with no windowless chamber,
Where time has no meaning and waiting is painless,
If I had any hopes, I swear - don't remember...
And don't recognize him, his sorrow is senseless.

I have died underwater, reborn in blue nights,
Don't need oxygen to play with the whales.
Remember when watching those great Northern Lights
That Mother is smiling behind Nature’s veils.


for Constances contest "Mother"


Details | Free verse | |

Alone

The warm concrete kissed my cheek
when I had finally stopped falling

and I lay there, 
at peace in the sunshine,
bruises on my knees and
scrapes on my hands
bleeding oh so quietly

while I sang my uplifting songs of gratitude.

It's finally happened,
I met the ground,
The world quit spinning
all around
The clock just stopped
The pain just quit
I just embraced my moment
while my throat was slit

I sang and sang and lay and prayed,
My time has come, it's over now, bless my soul
forgive my sins
--scratch that--
I don't give a sh**

Just leave me be, here on the ground
Let me sing without a sound

Let me be at peace 
In my effortless glow
Let me have my minute
Of being alone.


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My Kashmir Burns (Part 2)

Another son is dead, until five he lived.
For his long life at Shah-Hamdan he had threads tied
“Shehij ninder yee nai. Gahas Kormakh Khudayas Hawale”, his mother cries.
No news can penetrate across the mountains. Satellites work here no more
My Kashmir burns. And no one knows.
An old woman with torn scarf sits besides fire. While feeding her neighbor’s child
She sighs. Is my son dead or alive? She silently cries.
In Madrasa I hear children reciting Quran. A girl’s come out dragging her feet.
I remember her from somewhere. I remember her seeing naked. 
Oh! God she is the one who was raped.

Nights have turned pitch black. My eyes are losing the habit of sight
Midnight soldier’s set another house ablaze. At least there is some sort of light.
Many letters have been written to God. Postcards posted of those raped girl’s 
But its curfew again. No post office deliver’s the message again.
Death comes from everywhere. Close your windows mother
For bullet respects no womb. It turned Gulistans into tombs.
From the plains the visitors come to visit their God’s
They are our only witnesses but hypocrites at heart.
They say paradise is kaasmir. While my Kashmir is ablaze
They testify against us. Is anybody witnessing this? No one at all
Be witness to at least this. Open up your eyes my Lord!

When paradise is painted with colors of hell, certainly divinity loses its grace
In the news the reporter is beaten. Bamboo sticks are hungry for human blood.
Let Kashmir go to hell. A new promise in their portfolio.
Threads have given up at Dastegeer’s place. Even they are horrified at our fate.
In Maisuma boys are dragged by police. They close their dreams, end their screams
In a police gypsy.
Men shape into monsters when they are given right to anarchy.
The gypsy drives them into the dark cantonments. They will remember this day
Interrogation officer comes. After celebrating his son’s birthday.
The winds from the cantonments bring their news
Burned tires around their necks. Burning stoves near their heads.
The knife tearing up their flesh.
And the boys cry, “We haven’t batted yet. Cricket. We know nothing”.

Death wants children to be headlines
Hunger has affected the heavens as well.
Graves are full. No more space left.
We need land of the plains. For our graves.
In the ac car the bureaucrat goes. The mother’s with search full eyes
Ask about their sons they lost. They drink their tears
And he sips champagne.


Details | Lyric | |

Lunar Love

Can this ever stop The world is blacked by the lunar love All the tides have gone undone The seas beckon us with their rage Will they ever calm The mist covers our sight The storm comes Her eyes are the color of dyed blue With her raven hair and crimson lips She sleeps quietly waiting for the innocence of me But I've already put her in vain And tossed her aside I've already condoned my belovéd The desire was so much I couldn't face it In the eyes Forgetting the shame is just a Another winless game Take me away from this Take me away from the Lunar Love The moonbeams light up my pale face I don't want to be seen Banished from this world I'll ever be Take me away from this Take me away from the Lunar Love I cry but the sun cant hear Do I exist? This eclipse took over Now I'm left to face it all Left in the dark where can we go Lunar love is what we'll be Lunar love is what we have Fly away from the scene The tides are blind from the madness Even to the mountains they'll kiss The storm is too much The desire was so much I couldn't face it In the eyes Forgetting the shame is just a Another winless game Take me away from this Take me away from the Lunar Love Lunar love is what we'll be Lunar love is what we have The moonbeams light up my pale face I don't want to be seen Banished from this world I'll ever be Take me away from this Take me away from the Lunar Love The ghosts are tangled in my dreams They play with what was meant to be forgotten But I know there must be a away To find the closure But so lost are we So lost I've been Save yourself from the downfall How close are we to the edge This is what the rage has done This is what the sin has done The desire was so much I couldn't face it In the eyes Forgetting the shame is just a Another winless game Take me away from this Take me away from the Lunar Love The moonbeams light up my pale face I don't want to be seen Banished from this world I'll ever be Take me away from this Take me away from the Lunar Love Lunar love is what we'll be Lunar love is what we have Forgetting the shame is just a Another winless game


Details | I do not know? | |

NOTHING MORE

The love we shared had been wasted
If the hearts are always different
Until when should I last?
Frustrations felt in my heart 

If ever we are still together
Can never become one again
Though there are remains of our love
Just leave it to end up here

There are no hopes anymore
There are no dreams anymore
Leave me alone without you

There are no words that my love can say
Never will I go back to you
Let me keep all the memories we had


Written in the presence of a friend, Fhaieye that is later slain by an unknown gunman after 
few days in the vicinity of their university in Zamboanga City.
 


Details | Free verse | |

What Will I Be

What will I be?
When the flowers of spring shrivel in upon themselves,
Cradling their heads like the sick,
the elderly,
the lost.
Every line of faces I’d once known
withering away to pruning beings,
left in sun too long.
When each ocean has dried up,
leaving nothing but ancient salts,
somber and decayed to debris and dirt.
Every memory I’d once had,
falling from an empty skull
without lips, or ears, or eyes.
As flesh clings to hollow bones rotting beneath the weight of soil,
heavy on such a sunken chest,
carrying those heavy, lonely burdens.
When the smoldering stars extinguish in a flash of smoke and stardust,
and the remnants of every wish on comets
billows down from the sky to my hands.
What will I be?
When fatal disease courses through your worn veins,
and recollections slowly begin to cease
as you sway further and further into blurring lands.
Meanwhile my heart grows heavy with every last breath you take,
every last word you manage,
and every faint beat of your heart becomes
the march of death as it slows,
to lead you where I’ll never reach.
What will I be?
When every single touch,
and smell,
and sight,
and taste,
and sound
of everything I knew,
spills like sands from shattered glass,
never to be forged again to something I could hold.
What will I be?
When everything I know is gone.


Details | Light Poetry | |

Leafraker response

Leafraker, was deep and insightful
Though through his woe, one can be spiteful
To drag his body from the depths
And succeed beyond that of the flesh
So, too he joins in mans defeat and the dawn of anew
Grasping hold of the light as darkness acts in que

The autumn leaves are a sign of a coming winter
But hark in the coming joy! For with earths fire is tinder
A conclusion, climax, end, and final adieu
Speaks of the history of a separate story starting like you
Birth!
From the great mother, her bosom springing 
A new species adjusted like Darwin’s singing!

The dead leaves shrivel and crumple underfoot!
But so to fire creates ash to pock grainy soot
As prelude does not one enjoy the coming of?
The brining about that comes from action and love?
The love of the here and now as Joseph Campbell spoke
Eternity exists with every now provoked

The fields of leaves abound ever acre in scores
but all creatures must attend to this for more
Whether hiding from beast or building an empire with decay
Others growing underneath battling the colds parley

A party exists for what gain? Only to happen again and again
Composer’s notes yield a pause only and refrain
The leafraker is a symbol of change my friend
A semblance of the spring of that’s is rapture like the wind

I say to you under starry sky tonight
Focus on what you can attain with every flicker of the light
But do not sadden when your book is at an end
Look to the new world that exists in your mind to begin
Spark! The light does reign in but wobble under a black hole
So too does the leafraker as new seasons take hold

Speak to me? For when it is spoken it came into being!

--10/18/08 in response to stimuli


Details | Free verse | |

The Eternal Infernos of Pain

Front and Center!
Those Gates adorned with pearls in Heaven.
White angels soaring. 

If by chance, 
Ordered to enter;
Through St. Peter's Permission; 
I demand from you chancellor; 
A swift insanity plea, submission. 
For this troubled soul is plagued, 
By vast displays of wicked ways. 

None lost. 
Courtesy of meticulous examination. 
Love lost. 

Diligence pending Investigation. 
Key Evidence, perpetually documented 
In Sin's ominous catalog. 
Rebuke my Judge! 
For multitudes of shortcomings, 
He failed to ascertain. 

Moreover, present was He, 
When Satan drafted me. 
First round,
Pick three.
His Fantasy League...
"The Eternal Infernos of Pain" 

JS Lambert



Details | Triolet | |

SCARLETT'S RAGE

Pretty Scarlett was richer than the cotton fields;
And with all the wealth, she knew how to smile,
But as the Civil War raged on, she shed tears.
Pretty Scarlett was richer than the cotton fields;
Cannons blasted and flames rose over the hills,
And deprived of food, she confronted her dire.
Pretty Scarlett was richer than the cotton fields;
And with all the wealth, she knew how to smile.


This scene is from the movie, " Gone With The Wind."


Details | Elegy | |

MY STOLEN MAGIC CARD

Blind and numb like death 
dispenser of cudinatis, enemy of 
the masses of mascara! 
Made possible by holy 
wizardry not in white Man's land
but within the enclave of black sentiment!
golden fleece released by mental ingenuity
I fear science! Technology awes me 
in bewildered extremism!
But alas, my magic card is stolen
by the nemesis of unfortunate 
altruism. Two ignoble gentlemen
joined in mischief stole my magic card!
Peddlers of ungodly trade
prodded this ugly  cudgel at
my brow! oh! lola, noblest of 
mankind! my miffed lips hardly 
could utter a word to its detriment!
Oh! thanks, heavens! the card
lacked hole for unholy propitiation
they shall maneuver but the head
lies in the birth of the owner
except death and forceful recovery
can take away the secret number.
Alas naija! Alas my brother!
The trade mark identity has 
been stolen. Whence shall I
go for reimbursement of the 
stolen naira or who shall replace
the golden wallet? I do not 
know! This act does not 
surprise the city of Lagos, the
capital of moral impropriety.
At the end of this three moons,
my loads I shall pack and run
to safety where sanctity and truth
reign. in the north, similar
episode outplayed and the result 
unexpected. But in this Lagos, theft
and perjury escalate.
Alas! Alas! My magic card thy
holy comfort I shall deeply miss
adieu! Sweat rainfall, adieu


Details | I do not know? | |

Time

Hanging on a flimsy chain,
Encrusted in gold and diamonds,
Slowly slipping in gruelling pain,
He stares down at the hungry canyon.

What’s it worth, all that cash,
If you don’t have time, by your side ?
For, only with time can you enjoy your stash
You can’t save some and you can’t hide.

The almighty has blessed us with,
TIME!  undoubtedly, the greatest gift!
Its preciousness, though forgotten, is not a myth.
you can share some with your love, for an instant lift!

This last minute spend reading,
Is lost forever, bid adieu.
Now stick it in a pile of deep yearning,
Cuz’ your clock just lost a few!

And as for the man with cash and gold,
Oh! He’s safe and warm and sound,
Now you nurse your need, before too old
Our stay is timed, on this ground!


Details | Verse | |

Future Earth

Completely at ease
Calm, tranquil, serene
Bronze skin sunbathing 
Cool breeze

Enveloped in earth's beauty
witnessing creation;
Becoming embodied with the thoughts of perfection,
original earth
original plan of action
Ultimate fulfillment and satisfaction

The old world is no more
We've come fully human
heart and mind restored
No longer noting the difference between
the old world and the new
Completely erased
Renewed

But in the meantime, 
I moan for freedom from strong holds like
sickness and death and oppression
I moan for freedom for the disabled 
the mentally challenged,
the persecuted and their transgressions

Freedom from racism, injustice
ignorance, violence and depressions
I moan to end war, rape, incest
exploitation, thievery and anxiety

That was not the original plan
But the earth will be restored
and be as beautiful as it began


Details | Elegy | |

THE INCARNATE

 On a day never unseen
 when our souls are called to rest
 And our bodies returned to dust
 From whence they came
 Whether burdened with age
 Or unable to cross life's next stage
 If in bed we Lia in wait
 Or by force others do take

 On a day not unforeseen
 When the key to our creation
 Unlocks the door to mans destruction
 And all hope in life, LOST...!
As men have always been half
 in love with death

 Cyclically life and death move
 For death brings us sorrow
 But a day would come we will all follow
 And when again life is gone
 In new bodies we shall be born

 In whom evil dominates
 A lower being regenerates
 In whom good prevails
 A pure soul avails


Details | Free verse | |

Simply.....Uncle Billy!

You were taken much to young, you were only 37. You had so much to live for, but 
god must have needed an extra angel to help pour out the rain. You never gave 
up....even when they  gave you only 6 months...you lasted 3 years. I always 
remember you smiling face and your dimples. You may have only been here for a 
short while but you left a lasting impression on every heart you touched...You may 
be gone but you are still very much alive in my heart. I love you Uncle Billy!


Details | Rhyme | |

UNANSWERED PRAYERS

Beneath these eyes yet above my lips,
Along the waves of saline perceptions,
I sit and welcome this disguised gift
That adores the curse of untimely deceptions;
There’s a corpse in me that awaits its turn,
For why should my soul be left alone?
And where a quiet world is still my concern,
I assume tonight will gratify my stone—
I’ve asked only once before I’ve spoken,
Lead a confused crowd of words through me—
But where a heart consists of empty tokens,
My letters to the Lord within subdued poetry
Didn’t travel my teary hopes—
Where last breaths are a memoir I must steal,
Poetry becomes the song for a saddened tale,
But if my unconsciousness is the one to heal,
I’m better off living this life in lyrical jails—
Better stay away from this insane mind of mine,
For my howling spirit follows unleashed paths,
Those that regret the taste of bitterness in wine,
While I sit within foggy memories, letting words relax—
Where a son asked for another day in her life,
The Lord and the world just accrued his tears,
Building molested heaps before soggy eyes,
While the cane of self destruction strengthened my fear;
Breathing through the nose is a corpse still alive,
Though I can see her heart awaiting a farewell,
Where medicines are just a formality on which to survive,
Though I know of the painful truth in this spell;
And today I look at previous albums yet can’t tell,
If this is a nightmare or the bitter reality I’ve seen,
For a heart won’t accept those voices that have yelled,
Though numb eyes were present at this morbid scene—
Insanity is now the prime companionship I seek,
For there’s a life less a motive to live in this weather,
And where I’m forced to kindle a truth so weak,
I sit with poetry before my speech,
For the Lord hears me only beyond unanswered prayers 
 


Details | Rhyme | |

Subjected to Frost

Subjected to Frost at an early age
I and friends have since chosen our way
Thus many have traveled on the trodden path
I as Epimetheus see their folly at last
Knowing their hearts- how they long to go back

We few who still walk stringently down a narrow way
Have no desire to dwell back to that day
The path of life chosen this few now walk
Leads to the dream we long have stalked

Sequestered dreams by hoards at wayward doors
Glitzing a promise to a path more worn
Tis easy on the eyes, the heart, and the feet
Making each voluptuous gate seemingly straight-sweet

But I keep to this narrow grassy path- chosen by me
For to waver or detour would be dream’s death to me


Details | Rhyme | |

Never Trust the One You Lust

Another middle-schooler poem I made! ^.^
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Never trust the one you lust
For I have done so
I saw the figure in the rain
As dark as the crow
For death himself had stood there
With all his cunning glee,
But then I look inside the reflection 
Only seeing me!
I die a thousand times 
Yet the clock still chimes 
Am I ever to flee?
Heh—now I clearly see the end:
Sanities’ my only friend


Details | Lyric | |

The Escapist's Plea

When you can longer run away from yourself
When you thought there were no more tears to cry
When you just want to die
Living like this consumed by the façade of a million lies
So many years, so many days
Waking up to people who no longer care you're there
You ask how can this be, one short organic vitality
Wasted with living; the slowest way to die

The shadows of shame weigh you down 
Until you drown, filled with only their hate
All you can turns grey, and all you ever loved fades
The agony is all you know, thank you pain
A self-sadist Is all you have become, j
ust how they showed you, craving so much more
Just to hide up all of the misery
But under cloth it still bleeds

This is the Escapist's Plea
For the one who fall to their knees in misery
Trying to stay sane but fall under September's rain
Dying from the invisible disease, only you can see
Stigmatized by their sadistic need
Only if I could just fly away
...Fly Away


Details | Free verse | |

Chair of Death

On a cool afternoon for tea,
She sat in that chair,
Humming for our silence;
Her bones quivering the instrumentals
Within the ruffles of the skin.
When her tune came to an end,
She took time to turn our way.
Not because she felt obliged 
That she had all the time in the world,
But because her youth had shredded
To make her nothing but one
Who hoped for time.
For the painstaking moments passed
And we locked eyes.
She fought her raging wrinkles to smile
And nod my way.

Perhaps she tried too hard
To say a decent goodbye.

One would think he keeps it
Because he has to.
We'd sit on the floor first
Before we touch that chair.
For it encases you, 
Tightens its weight upon you
And hums so sweetly between the ear and soul,
The sounds of a sour, unsaid farewell.


Details | I do not know? | |

Shadow of death

Interchangable memories on an old dusty shelf
abandoned and lost in a mirage of my former self
Listliss and dull in spirit, cold blooded at heart
pondering the ways in which I fall apart

Take myself at face-value, or look deep within
Degraded myself in rythm with all of my sin
This plight I find hopless, this plot I find flawed
Is the shadow of death for me to be called

Whether I bleed, of even just if I try
It's in my opinion, it's better I die
Do you think evanescence is truly so bliss
If spoken by the serpant, so cold with a hiss

Take my misfortune, call me a mistake
And leave me alone, if not for pity's sake
I may fear that I'm falling, or maybe failing you see
The only thing I know, is what I hate most is me.


Details | Haiku | |

About a life

Womb, lost paradise
Strong wind, insecurity
Death


Details | Free verse | |

Another Night of Dread

It is dark and night outside my window,
and in the soundless, lit confines of my 
room I sit at my old, ivory desk 

cheerless

and anxious with dread for what the rest
of another night may bring.

My ostomy bag, an abhorrent creature that 
hugs precariously on one side of my abdomen,
covers my raw and fleshy stoma underneath. 

Against my desire, the stoma continually oozes  
feces and waste 

like a sewer into the ostomy bag, which, 
every seven days or so ruptures its seal 
and transforms into

a stinking and rancid cabbage

whose fetid odor refuses to stop emanating 
until the entire, offensive beast is immediately 
uprooted from my body.

So, I sit at my ancient, ivory desk, writing 
these cherry-picked words to express

the anxiety and the doldrums 
of another night;  

and the lonely, isolating, embarrassing, humiliating,
ego-wiping, self-esteem killing, mind-numbing, 
soul-shattering, universal, all-embracing, 
omni-present 

stench 

that weekly offends my nostrils and fills my lungs 
because of a thoroughly used-up ostomy bag that 
needs to be removed immediately

like an old, decaying vegetable 
that has outlived its 
freshness--

It is another cheerless night in the same, old
cheerless space: 

the nose-blistering smell, however, is only for 
another night...


Details | Lyric | |

The Rebel

Dank, cold, unperturbed indifference,
Untouchable, yet touching all,
Unresolved in meaning,
Still creating each and every fall,
Every whim and leaning.

Touché pas! A cry of weary hate,
And will not accept a helping hand,
‘Till death! Brazen adverse in face of fate,
And alone in piteous stand…

Lone wolf we cry, thy fate is nigh,
Yet stands he still resisting,
That love should die, that only tie,
In error still persisting…


Details | Free verse | |

Goodbye

Comforting words
Smooth, quiet tones
Reassurance 
complete confidence 

Long nights spent reasoning
In total understanding
Twin thoughts 
twin minds
twin miseries
and twin fates

Now it’s so quiet
Too quiet
Complete and utter silence....
Oh my God, 
What happened to the good old days
When we both made sense?!

Lost in blurry dreams of childhood
Colorful, wonderful, windy days
Subconscious cradled memories 
of the times when we 
were eachother’s only friends

Only you, 
	the sky
		the earth
			and me...


				No betrayal

			No lies
		No fire

	No hate

No regrets.

I think I can understand 
why you won’t face me
But your sudden silence
is so confusing

Did you ever know me well enough
to know my affection for ultimate honesty?
If you wanted me to go away
why didn’t you just say something? 

Only this emptiness is left
Inconsolable grief...
For what never again can be 

No warning
No parting words
No ceremony

You went and had the funeral 
for our friendship
but did not invite me

From the start
I thought these ways would always be
But in the end,
All I wanted, my friend 
was to say 
goodbye.

I can’t trust anyone
anymore
anyway

All alone again
shame on me


Details | Elegy | |

Bloodless On Mother's Day

There is a glare of stray sunlight
daring to reverberate
through spiderwebbed glass I haven't
found energy to fix
in the span of four years.
It is too much of a mirror,
too tangible a thought,
to make new.
It's lithe fingers, thin and bony, 
and mockingly bright,
steal over embossed cardstock that arrives, like clockwork,
in deepest sympathy.
And a thornless bouquet of pastels laden with
Babies Breath
only draws on blood long lost;
nobody seems to comprehend such an allegory,
or lack there of,
so it can't be carried
over the steps.




"Bloodless On Mother's Day"
Jenna-Nichole Conrad
Wordsmith


Details | Elegy | |

Time, Love, and Loss

He loves her. 
His love for her never ends. 
“Love is patient, love is kind.” 
The good book says. 
Time..
It is your best friend if you think about it. 
It is also your worst enemy; 
It shows no mercy nor welcomes your white flag. 
The sinister disguise of Death and his pale green horse,
Hung in offices, homes, and churches. 
12:08 pm.. 
Tears paint his face and the rain befriends him. 
12:35 pm.. 
Hugs, kisses, and condolences: 
“Love never dies.” 
“Love lasts for eternity.” 
“She will always live in you.” 
I don’t respond; 
I lack the strength. 
I have crafted up a bronze statue in my heart. 
Forever will my love be for her. 
Forever will I be her keepsake.  
The consequence of love is not a tragedy as I once believed. 
The tragedy is not understanding what love is. 
The tragedy is not being loved. 
My heart is now the way it should be.


Details | Narrative | |

My Scars

We were both 16, we shared many firsts with each other. First girl I ever kissed, First person outside of family that I told "I love you" to and we took each others virginity. We were both young and foolish but to this day I still say I honestly loved you. The day you told me you never cared for me the day when you told me it was all just a game was the day I cut my first scar into my arm. I knew you longer then my own brother. We were best friends grew up together, we even got a house when we both left the "nest". Those were the best 3 years of my life we became brothers we became blood. The last day we ever talked is the saddest day in my life, even to this day I cry when I think about you walking away. The scar you gave me stands out from the rest, it's deeper and longer then the others. You were my star I gave you everything I had. I would of walked through the pits of hell just to see your smile. I thought you were the one, I thought we had a future and would be together forever. But one day I came home early to surprise you with this ring, yes I was going to ask you to marry me. When I walked into the house my heart was shattered and blown away by the wind. The image of the two of you is burned into my brain I did not say a word just dropped the ring on the floor and walked right back out the door. The pain of the knife cutting into my arm shocks me out of my thoughts. I watch the blood begin to drip onto the floor this makes 13. 13 scars on my arm


Details | Bio | |

the outside broadcast

the annual foible draped 
in red, slung daintily in flight,
beckoning ever closer eyes 
dyed vacuous mid sight… 
of the errant languid 
arm raised violently erstwhile, 
rampant streams of id led blood 
fell mildly upon the aisle… 
placental brothers held aloft 
a squalid whispered sign, 
manipulating prophesies through
tangent bars aligned, 
to envelope the letter saved, 
or placidly imbued, 
with little else than bold denial 
televised as truth…



Details | Free verse | |

Sun Bleats

That which would make me a cog in the machine , 
dragoon me into a lethal automaton
	be left in the walls of sleep.

As the sun bleats in fear of crowds &
the sparrows call w-/in a ring of fire.
	Let the world spin on thru space's 
quagmire sinking ships in the velvet ink 
	on the writer's hand. Or let the 
chase end w-/ hands holding crystal ducks &
 chunks of lung, held by the prism of 
	your stare.

	To dance swirling down the drain 
as another matter for the brain to tick 
as a clock tocks out seven days to review 
& recall all infected packets of nurofen.

	Prescribing Anti-psychotics for a mild case
of the flu while the fever dreams strike 
	drowning in clay & blank doll faces.

As my daughter will drink only the finest wine 
& my son will make all the other children cry 
w-/ the malice of his fingers.
	
	In the first flash of a passionate love
affair , feather light, beating as two hearts 
revolve round the moon lit stage. 


Details | Free verse | |

King Of The Hill

<                                               Vietnam War
                                              Capture of Saigon


                                               What The Hell For


                                                   Guerrilla war

                                                 Conventional war


                                                 What The Hell For

                                                       
                                                       Laotians
                                                    Cambodians
                               
                                                     Vietnamese
                                                    U.S.  Soldiers 
                  

                                                     Casualties


                                                 What The Hell For


My Thoughts On 
The Vietnam War


May All R.I.P.




                                                         

                                                       


Details | I do not know? | |

The Grand Old Lady

One hundred year’s young.
The
grand old lady
lying still
in the blackness
of time.

Her great hull
standing silent
weeping for
its precious
cargo.

Shivering vaporous forms
of first class and steerage.
Stroll hand in hand
together to the
surging currents
of the Atlantic.

A vast wardrobe
of scattered luggage,
across the sandy floor.
Small ghostly forms
play chasey among
the tattered decks.



Details | Rhyme | |

Curse of a Princess

Fairytales,
and butterflies,
in this story,
we begin with lies,
promises,
we never kept,
I should have held on tighter,
when you wept,
small mistakes,
on both our parts,
added up,
to shred our hearts,
creeping shadows,
behind the flowers,
in what we thought,
were our finest hours,
talking grass,
crystal snow,
in our lie of love,
a hidden foe,
the evil witch,
her claws aimed to kill,
t'was she who pushed you,
down the hill,
a broken crown,
a forgotten well,
to live without you,
was her spell,
an evil curse,
she cast in spite,
although we loved, 
with all our might,
kept apart,
by what was said,
in regret,
our hearts bled,
watch from afar,
speak in vein,
a curse taken course,
inflicted pain,
and so it began,
with love and lies,
our fairytale ends,
and we both die...


Details | Free verse | |

Assisted Living

Life is down to no-frills necessities
in a room with the chest of drawers,
double bed and television.
The walker stands in the corner
waiting to be used to get to the dining room,
the social activity three times a day.
The nurse's aide, with her lilting Haitian accent,
comes around to check during the day:
time for meds, channel change? a walk
down the hall? a glass of juice?
You know that you mustn’t drive a car.
The house is gone, and so are its furnishings,
let's face it, life is over.
Grandchildren come to visit,
sighs of relief when it's over.
Dreams of the past when life was real
occupy time until dinner and bed.


Details | I do not know? | |

I Wanna Go Home ( Tomorrow )

Declarations of Independence
Shadows of rock on roll
I want to go home
I wanna go home
I want to go home
Tomorrow
 
 
Exchanging love letters 
and dirty looks
I love you
and History books
I want to go home
I wanna go home
I want to go home
Tomorrow
 
 
Sell your soul
Save my skin
Rock and roll
and violins
I want to go home
I wanna go home
I want to go home
Tomorrow
 
Tell me lies 
and take them back
Hide and seek
and fade to black
Show me yours
I'll show you mine
How are you?
I'm doing fine
I want to go home
I wanna go home
I want to go home
Tomorrow
 
 
I'm still here standing still
Take the hill
It's time to kill
I want to go home 
I wanna go -


Details | Alliteration | |

She girl

She lives with friends.
She meets her loves.
She starts her work.
She sits as a dove.
She runs her life.
She's got all that.
But then she's found
Dead on the track.


Details | I do not know? | |

Lord, Why Did You Take Him? (Monody)


He always praised and loved the mountain folklore, 
Sang songs in sparkling summer or in cold winter. 
Ahh, but now the legend shall sing songs no more, 
Nor will this li’l warbler listen to his banter.

I have known him so well, too sweet for my name, 
When he gently held these tiny hands to play.
Him, Oh I could not forget nor put to shame,
But the selfish touch of fate took him away.

I have lost him, my daddy, to the giant tree;
His echo swiftly fading in the cloudless noon sky.
If the sacred rocks would just give him back to me,
So I might, again, hear him sing ere to sleep I lie.  


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Slide Show

A slide show in my mind
Doing time with memories

Everything that has made me has a slide

The good, the bad, the insanely mad
The gained, the lost
All embossed

The pain, the rain
The sun, the fun

Left alone to watch the show
Where it will go, I just don't know

When the show is done
All slides complete
Only then can I rest my feet


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Autumn Leaves

Autumn leaves.
The ones that coloured my days golden, I long for them during the winter of my life.
I long for their warmth and how I long for their beauty.
Why have they left me?
I cannot bare the cold.

Numbed by the snow I gaze out into what is left of the seasons.
I cannot see clearly as nostalgia dances around me, twirling among the blinding shadows,
always just out of reach.
I can never hold her again.
She taunts me, but I can never hold her again.

My heart, my poor suffering heart.
There is no fixing this break, there is no going home again and there is no hope for
another Autumn.
I have come to the end of the road and there is nothing left but fields of white.
They beckon me.
I take a step and all at once a feeling of calm, complete calm, washes over me.
The world stands still, waiting for my descent.
I realize, then and there, this is the final chapter.
My last season, ending.
I take one last look at the dancer and dream one last dream of Autumn leaves.
My finale.
I am forever now, in the endless white.


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A RETURN TO SADNESS

While searching for unique places, where I could watch the rising dawn
with stupefied eyes always eager to search and discover,
I came across a rare and never seen childhood picture;
can anyone imagine the wondrous joy of the first exploding emotion?

That picture was taken in a town where history left its trace,  
and by rediscovering it, it infused gladness
enabling memory to make a return to sadness...
when I stared at that boyish, timid face with a sun-lit face.


The huge square with a neoclassic water fountain was cramped with vendors...
it flashed vivid images of thrifty visitors, neighbors, family and friends;
I recall mom carrying her heavy shopping bag asking for my help,
and peaking to see what was inside, I accidentally dropped my gray cap.


Many decades have passed and much has changed ever since;
wasn't my town ravaged by World War II? Didn't horrifying screams rise 
while above hovering Allied airplanes dropped their powerful bombs 
to target the German soldiers who had invaded Baiano by the thousands?


A picture such as mine is a testimony of a bygone era some would like to forget,
and seeing buildings reduced to rubble was heartbreaking; no, some were never rebuilt
to witness the atrocities of war experienced by the doomed citizens of Italy;
and wasn't Mussolini Hitler's puppet of vain ego who caused his country much misery?


Details | I do not know? | |

demo

To be said 
	What are you look at ?
cutting down these days by 
	
	Mother board specification ...

... Rainbow shimmer Smirk ...
	To be said 
Above 
	or 
		below 
we all crawl in the mud 
	trying to 
remember those wings ...
Consuming when you laugh w-/ it 
	lost among ..
The rest of our demographic


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and we are gone

... And be one eye , one soul 
as the world recedes , gone ,
away far climbs. Vanished like a 
driven cloud.
		He is merely flesh and blood Reality ;
slaughterhouse stumbling through script
	typed in selfless pursuit.
Wanting only quickened wit & Pupil's Needs.

Mortal simian image, which we , the living 
only feel and bear and tremble and 
are gone. 
Upon my Darling's beaming eyes The summit 
of everest slurs into a bog or quagmire , deep 
and dank.
	So gazing with the boldness which prevails
love, and peace and gracious mirth.
	with a voice less loud though its 
joys and fears show wool in dissembled 
colours shine.
	
	As the passers by near us drew 
the Need to know from our stares, going further...
	" O Merciless Lady & Vulture Poet
when I am pinned and wriggling on the wall
I will turn my bewildered eyes out 
of soil and darkness , to run through 
every alternate scene 
Where I  used to play on the green
in goodly colours gloriously arrayed.

And a voice less loud brought me 
breathless to Aphrodite , throned in 
flowers beyond this pale picture ; 
be the dream. Roaing with laughter 
as a fallow deer is clear cut through 
the sun seen peering out the skull.
Alls 
vast lilliputin language cannot describe
an Echo of the Time, after the rainbow.
Then , as if some strange mystery aware
that you should remember & be sad.
Now memory feels itself grow weak , I can 
not endure,
	I am merely flesh and blood "
"it will be found once more , I say to
thee with furtive flagons , white and red.
Now get back retreat, depart."
	She of the tribunal did command
great at sea, and the Heaven. From some 
touch of pity which may still restrain 
she let him pass.

A leaf fallling softly at my feet,
but I saw it was not as thought , 
only inked. Falling in Heaven's crescendo.
Climax always brushing distance out 
of reach.
As to long panoramas of Visions, of 
my faith , I'd give whole to see the architect
of my dreams once more. I am 
waiting here for thee, flesh and blood , merely.

	Ne'er to be found again. I am 
like a flag unfurled in space. Oh ! Lost 
to Her and all thy race to wit
 faces of scorn , stuttering ends 
this morn ; O Weak Heart. I long 
to rise. Never being a Poet of God's making ,
laughter to thy lips, wandering to sigh 
among mortal men dust ; shall return to 
dust. As the storm cries everynight 
and those that know me confirm that it is thus.
Easing a new epilogue , tremble 
and we are gone...


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The Eternal Sigh

The Eternal Sigh I feel like my life is an exercise in futility I'm just going to die anyway Whoever will remember me After my children's children pass away? Perhaps it is better off That time erase the stains it makes Not that it even matters The kids won't learn from your mistakes No one cares if you grow old Life is learning of your defeat Continuing, while containing the cold The past is doomed to repeat


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Shadows in Candlelight

Feeble and hunched over
his movement stumbles
as shuffling feet echo
in the shadows
of a candle-lit
forgotten church
as the old priest
performs his sacred rituals
to a few faithful followers


A commitment to the cloth
harbourer of hidden secrets
an unclaimed inheritance
no longer passed on
the last remaining elders
keepers of unwanted wisdom
take their secrets
to the grave


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Resting place of Mary Jane

Mary Jane was barely sixteen
When they locked her away
For talking very strangely
They readily declared that
she had lost her mind
This so called safe keeping place
Turned into her secret grave
Ninety seven years ago
This sad tale played out
Yet this sixteen year old child
still sadly roams in this place
This dark dreaded asylum
still hears her wailing voice
In the silence of the night
You might still catch her sight
Moving from room to room
Lost in an asylum of
Quantum and space


 Nalanti Goosen©2012 
 All rights reserved


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Ol' Sea Snake's Carriage Ride

Ol' Sea Snake's Carriage Ride

Cobblestones wobble and rock the carriage, 
as I circle these streets with Blue Bits and 
Derby Boy on this vibrant morning.
 
With the sun on my back and  a salty gale brushing 
by, my spirits soar as I imagine what the day will bring.
 
People come from all over to tour this city, 
and soak up it's history and scenic views.
 
Why not climb aboard my carriage and take 
a brisk ride with me on this beautiful day?
 
As we trot through the historic district, I'll 
tell you some of our most scandalous folklores
and show you their shocking locations, 
like Copper Moon Ridge, where pirates once 
dressed as dames to steal their first good swig 
of America's finest moonshine.
It's still pretty darn good!
 
You'll see the towering cliff views of our granite 
lighthouse, whose menacing design has weathered 
decades of the ocean's pounding tides. 
 
We'll squeeze in time to feed the beached seals basking 
in the sun or catch a rare glimpse of  the orca whales 
playing in our bay.
 
 
If romance is your desire, I'll tool you around  in the moonlight,
to our brightest vistas that magnify the star's diamond twinkles.
 ...Perfect for capturing your lover's passion-heart.
I'll even take a long stroll, just to assure you of your privacy. 
 ...Gentleman's honor, I won't take a peek!
 
If it's fish and chips you seek, we'll head over to 
Smacky-Bud's Mackerel Shack for the tastiest fish around.
But I'll be up front with you, don't feed any to Derby n' Bits 
or it'll be a long ride back.
 
So jump aboard and take a ride with this Ol' Sea Snake,
while there's still time.
I'm not getting any younger!
 
You day-trippers spend too much of your weekly grind 
in your lackluster cars.
 
Come, sit back and unwind for a short time.
I'll sweep you back to the golden age of enchantment, 
when hearts would mysteriously merge on a slow-trotting 
carriage ride.  Memories like these could last you a lifetime!


Details | Free verse | |

te vere

The man with the plastic bug in his head 
came in my dreams yesterday
reduce me to silence.
He beckoned me to follow him.
He pulled out the bug
burdened my memory with sins
and i remember the tune.


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A Friend in Doubt

A Friend in Doubt
WLM
Wildncrazy555
July 2, 2011 

Thought I had a true friend
He would be there till the end
In the end I found out 
What he was all about
Making me the shrew
And giving me the screw
Though the years we were there
All we did was help and share
You show concern 
But then you learn
His name is Jimmy and so full of bull
He treats most as a fool
Once he is alone
It will finally lost last be shown
Just keep on to thyself lying
Because soon you will be dying
Things will be better in the end
Cause life will be begin again
But now a lost friend to me 
So my life is finally free


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I'LL SMILE 4 U

Stroll through the Illest Empire
So much heat feeling like we’re living in the fire
But we’re living under fire
Tell me how many shots must it take before my loved ones are crying at my own wake
Its time for a break from sad eyes I’ve seen grown men cry
It hurts to tell a loved one good-bye
It’s the same reason why they died
Hearts just too full of pride
Mothers praying their young’n wont be a victim of a homicide
Too many drive-bys blood shed for a block you really can’t call mine
Wishing we could turn back time
High off of nickels’ and dimes
Making moves to boost your grind looking for hope
But the hustle got us in a head choke
Don’t blame me for acting crazy cause this how the streets made me and you
To watch our back and throw bows and cuss
Cause you got to be tough when times are rough
I know your asking when will enough be enough
And truth is I don’t know but this is how it goes down
But if I make it out will you smile for me now

So many families struggling with poverty
I don’t judge cause that use to be me
Watching mom come home late
Barley any food on our plate
So young and life we already hate
Praying God bring us something great
My clothes were cheap imitates and kids called you on them for being fake
Knowing mom bust her ass to provide
But all your knock offs you begin to hide
Ashamed of what you own
I know how you feel I been there too
I see mothers walking there kids to school
And the walk is far when you cant afford a car
Mom hoping one day you’ll be a star
I know about being next to poor
Your local neighborhood liquor market is your grocery store
Wishing you didn’t have to go through that living off of food stamps
Cube the neighborhood is a trap but we’ll all be free
So smile for you and me

Even 2pac said smile for me
This isn’t how its always going to be unless you let it be
In our different way we’re all a G
Cause we’re trying to make it straight legit
Whatever your hustle never quit but don’t lose yourself in it
Cause you still got a long ways to go
Still got a long time to grow
Use what you know to get by or you wont survive
Remember to always keep your dreams alive
Whatever it is just do it and never try
The limit is the sky so keep your heads held high
And when you come to a hard road just always know nothing can keep you down
You’ll be able to come back around
So give yourself a chance
And I’ll smile for you now

JUNE ‘06
B.K.M.jr


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The Godfather - A Godfather Born

                                               A table set for three
                                           Permission to be excused
                                               A dish of veal served

                                                  Behind the toilet 
                                        His revenge is set and planned
                                                  Back to the table

                                                 He sits in silence
                                         As train passes by, he stands
                                                   A table for one


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dead within a shell of my former self.

I cry and so she does as well
Hold back, but myself is shown
Gain your composure as you 
Shatter into fragments of your former self
But still hold yourself together as your
Not worth the effort to strive for
Worthless in a sense
As she cries in the arms of one she
Calls friend, when she speaks of the
Events, which have unfolded 
Your name is never mentioned
When you cry on shattered dreams
She has no remorse as she crawls into
His arms
But why
why must I care so much
but apparently not enough
I forced her to cry and
I am damned for it
behold my weeping sorrow
as she ignores me
and so heartache becomes known
but I put forth the effort 
effort to accompany her
to comfort her
and all that is returned are false smiles
and wishful thinking on my behalf
why hope for something that is never
why strive for tomorrow when today is nonexistent
slit and the scars become memories
a first instance of death within my eyes as
the blade draws near to my flesh
manipulating my mental image of perfection
as drunken fights become
my only shelter, 
I am not myself now
will I ever be the same again
things have changed
I am far beyond help as I draw closer
to the abyss which I know as death
find something to protect my life
as I  stumble into time as nothing more
than a guy who once cared too deeply
and now nothing exists
numb and cold
numb and dead
why must everything suddenly loose
its ambience...
...why must she not see past
former relations and realize
I AM REAL!


Details | I do not know? | |

Bittersweet Wisdom

Death, in its unhurried wisdom,
ends all doubt and sorrow.
It is a lasting remedy for all
Illness, insecurity, and loneliness;
The finality of it ends all pain with
a sweetness not otherwise known.
Its sweetness is known only by those,
who in their passing have smelled its fragrance.
The pain of those left behind has a
fragrance all its own, a bittersweet
emanation that assails the senses with
its pungency. The strength of the void,
left by the passing of one loved,
seems endless. Time and faith,
working in unison, will lessen the
strength and fill the void.


Details | Elegy | |

THE INCARNATE

 On a day never unseen
 when our souls are called to rest
 And our bodies returned to dust
 From whence they came
 Whether burdened with age
 Or unable to cross life's next stage
 If in bed we Lia in wait
 Or by force others do take

 On a day not unforeseen
 When the key to our creation
 Unlocks the door to mans destruction
 And all hope in life, LOST...!
As men have always been half
 in love with death

 Cyclically life and death move
 For death brings us sorrow
 But a day would come we will all follow
 And when again life is gone
 In new bodies we shall be born

 In whom evil dominates
 A lower being regenerates
 In whom good prevails
 A pure soul avails


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Reality

perfection, who would have thought him perfect?
without his words, i know no other truth
reality,
the mother of my existence, you gave birth to twins
euphoria and agony,
oh agony!
reality,
i ask for only a moment to bury myself inside
his soul, his mind, I want to be with it, of it
i need to breathe him, fill my lungs with love,
with life,
why can't I?
REALITY!
oh to cast you back to the depths of hell, demon!
to come into a life, just to taunt...
there is no hatred so pure, as the one i hold for you
for you today,
reality,
you have taken away my heart,
that was your wicked plan all along
was it not?
well,
reality,
without him,  I have nothing left to lose,
no sanity left to keep me afloat
so,
reality,
today you have been defeated
i have always held the key
it's almost tragic, oh
reality,
do you realize you cannot exist
without me?
so say your prayers,
as this war comes to a bloody end
we were both martyrs for the same cause-
reality.


Details | Elegy | |

THE INCARNATE

 On a day never unseen
 when our souls are called to rest
 And our bodies returned to dust
 From whence they came
 Whether burdened with age
 Or unable to cross life's next stage
 If in bed we Lia in wait
 Or by force others do take

 On a day not unforeseen
 When the key to our creation
 Unlocks the door to mans destruction
 And all hope in life, LOST...!
As men have always been half
 in love with death

 Cyclically life and death move
 For death brings us sorrow
 But a day would come we will all follow
 And when again life is gone
 In new bodies we shall be born

 In whom evil dominates
 A lower being regenerates
 In whom good prevails
 A pure soul avails


Details | Prose Poetry | |

adieu

You need a visit to the bush
to see an elephant

You need a visit to the bush
to see a bufallo
 
Who will go to the wild
to see the fun of these animals

'Abidoye Adeosun' has been there
to see these animals playing

'Akintan Oluwasegun' has also been there
to see there funs, now both are part of them

You two are great warriors
of the world above

REST IN PEACE my two lovely friends

Dine not in a earthworm soup
Dine not in a millipede stew

Whatever they eat in the world above
Dine gracefully with them

Death
though...


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Enigmatic Lane

Enigmatic Lane

This enigmatic lane-
I’ve walked long.
And now I see
Only barren lands,
A mere setting sun,
And a vague horizon.

I turn to look back
Along this enigmatic lane.
And then I see
Those umpteen vicissitudes,
Those sudden meanders,
Those familiar turns,
Those abrupt detours.

Down this enigmatic lane,
There have been
Many a rich meadows,
Many a bleak wastelands,
Millions of pompous marches,
Millions of disconcerting dirges,
Several comforts of love,
Several cruelties of reclusion.

Along this enigmatic lane
I may no longer tread, for-
As I now halt, I ponder-
Perpetuation has always been
The ruse of fleeting phases,
And what worth has it been
To walk this enigmatic lane.


Details | Elegy | |

THE INCARNATE

 On a day never unseen
 when our souls are called to rest
 And our bodies returned to dust
 From whence they came
 Whether burdened with age
 Or unable to cross life's next stage
 If in bed we Lia in wait
 Or by force others do take

 On a day not unforeseen
 When the key to our creation
 Unlocks the door to mans destruction
 And all hope in life, LOST...!
As men have always been half
 in love with death

 Cyclically life and death move
 For death brings us sorrow
 But a day would come we will all follow
 And when again life is gone
 In new bodies we shall be born

 In whom evil dominates
 A lower being regenerates
 In whom good prevails
 A pure soul avails


Details | Elegy | |

THE INCARNATE

 On a day never unseen
 when our souls are called to rest
 And our bodies returned to dust
 From whence they came
 Whether burdened with age
 Or unable to cross life's next stage
 If in bed we Lia in wait
 Or by force others do take

 On a day not unforeseen
 When the key to our creation
 Unlocks the door to mans destruction
 And all hope in life, LOST...!
As men have always been half
 in love with death

 Cyclically life and death move
 For death brings us sorrow
 But a day would come we will all follow
 And when again life is gone
 In new bodies we shall be born

 In whom evil dominates
 A lower being regenerates
 In whom good prevails
 A pure soul avails


Details | Elegy | |

THE INCARNATE

 On a day never unseen
 when our souls are called to rest
 And our bodies returned to dust
 From whence they came
 Whether burdened with age
 Or unable to cross life's next stage
 If in bed we Lia in wait
 Or by force others do take

 On a day not unforeseen
 When the key to our creation
 Unlocks the door to mans destruction
 And all hope in life, LOST...!
As men have always been half
 in love with death

 Cyclically life and death move
 For death brings us sorrow
 But a day would come we will all follow
 And when again life is gone
 In new bodies we shall be born

 In whom evil dominates
 A lower being regenerates
 In whom good prevails
 A pure soul avails


Details | Rhyme | |

The Wandering Soul

Over hills I walk,
All tongues I talk.
Rivers I crossed,
Pennies I tossed.
and Life goes on.

With women I slept,
Streams of tears I wept.
Silken robes I wore,
Innocent hearts I tore.
and Life goes on.

Every corner I went,
Till my back was bent.
With every sun I watched,
A stick my hand clutched.
and Life goes on


Details | Verse | |

Death Of An Uncle, And The Melted Lego Man

I had only just begun to understand 
the meaning of death when my uncle died.
Before him, death was something that
happened to family members of which
I had never seen nor spoken to.
Sometimes they were brought back to
us  during dinner time, Dad would down
his beer and speak of their yesteryears.
The day my uncle died my mothers face
changed it sagged like a wet flannel
stuck to a bathroom wall.
She grew large sacks under her eyes
these were where here tears gathered
I remember thinking.
And her face, her face reminded me of
my little lego mans, he had fallen from
his turret into the hungry coal fire two
years before, Father rescued him from
the flames, carried him like a newborn bird
in the soft folds of his palm.
When father returned him to me, his face
was suspended, frozen yellow droplets
ran down his yellow smiling face.
After the funeral and after those unknown 
well wishers had drunk themselves sad
I fetched my little Lego man, and replaced
his head with the smiling pirates one
I gave it to my mother, and she like the Pirate smiled.


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raspberry blood

her hands: blooming. sugar, hot
and humming. those wrists, sweet,
no longer sticky. yet stubborn,
reigning the laughter of two years ago.

her lips: fruit. ripe, or rotten, you
no longer remember. still, they remind you.
sin is where your body overruns your soul.
let nature trespass you once in a while.

all she wanted, to be left alone
with sky and sea. something you,
not even you, could give her. life
began to leak away in her voice,

“if the world does not stop, darling,
i just might.” and you could taste
the blood in her sigh, all those
leftovers from two years ago.

her body: gardens. the former home
of such a lovely pulse. you liked to visit
her a lot. she was once a prison of colour
in your foggy seaside town.

but the air that day: salty. streetcars unfolded
in faces you did not know. you felt the world in
past tense. “it is not only the city you have left
behind.” and your message did not reach her. 


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Disconnection

I'm…
so tired of my heart 
breaking

I'm …
so tired of my hands 
shaking

I'm so tired of my mind
racing

I'm through pacifying 
my disconnection

Do I only love you for who you used to be?
When you said you'd wait for all eternity?
Did you drink away every memory of me?
How am I not everything you’ll ever need?!

I've had to sit down and write this 
to tell you the words i can't speak
When I'm around you now i feel weak
I'm drowning in my disconnection

Where did he go??
You are not the soul I used to know
Where did your memories go?!

Why has the meaning disappeared…
So suddenly
Now I realize I should too

You act like you remember nothing 
I can tell that’s what I mean to you
After all I’ve done for you
All I want is to be emotionless too

In the end I guess it’s what I love the most about you…..
Your disconnection.

[©2012 SLS, this soon to be a new song for It Is Rife With Ambiguity]
www.sorrylittlesharky.com


Details | Free verse | |

Words

out of poverty, a poverty stricken uprise
a performer of the arts, art of a rough soft life
it was a time to invent, a passion , a love , a rhyme
a triumphant dream he held !
brillance.......
a time to live, a time to reflect....
a time to rise above,
a time to fall along the wayside, 
a poet , a dreamer ,
he did pass amongst clouds
sin city, a warm humid night
he stopped to die.........
why ?
these words of one man..........
a legacy,
a trial....................

_______________________________
Tribute to Tupac Shakur ( 2pac )


Details | Free verse | |

Lonely

Lonely heart, mind, soul and body
Overcast with sorrow and heavy with unshed tears
Never again can I hold my love and
Ever he willed my love to die
Loving anew, remarried, leaving me dying
You'll never know I love you still until the end of time


Details | Rhyme | |

The Old House and the New Home

The Old House and the New Home
©2011 C. Brent Cloyd

I’ve lived in houses in the country side
There with my family I did abide
By the dust and gravel of a country road
Much pride was taken in our humble abode

I’ve lived in houses perched on a hill
Many of which are not standing still
They provided shelter in their time
Provoked memories that make life rhyme 

I’ve lived in a house on a city street
Where the neighbors came out at night to meet
I’ve lived in houses made of wood and stone
On avenues where children could safely roam

I’ve lived in houses of mortar and brick
Where driveways were paved and the grass was thick
I’ve enjoyed houses far better than most
Where friends would come and I could serve as host

But my current house seems like a foreign land
Where everyone wants to lend me a hand
Living in this place is not my desire
Of this arrangement I easily tire

The time has come for me to leave
To this old house I will not cleave
I no longer want a cottage here below
To a fine home in heaven soon I will go.

I long not for a mansion or streets of gold
But just a place where I will never grow old
A place where pain and sadness are never more
Where happiness is found on every shore

I am eager, yes ready, to move out
To possess my new home with a shout!
The promised home Jesus went to prepare
Death please come quickly, I want to be there.


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Diamonds, Diamonds

Leave me in the Garden of Eden,
To witness life form and rivers begin 
to roll,
Naked but clothed in innocence,
Immortality has been placed within 
my grasp,
Animals, colossal beasts fall under 
my authority,
Every fruit and flower is offered to 
sustain me, save one,
Why do I want for what is 
forbidden, what will do me harm?
Every inch of this utopia is
entrusted to my care,
I will not fall into folly,
She is so radiant, shimmering 
diamonds are like as dust,
Born of my flesh and bone, the 
apple of my eye,
Her voice is my only weakness, the 
only chink in my armor,
As of now I know nothing of death 
but I would sacrifice myself for her,
The serpent struck while she 
wandered alone,
He enticed her to trade paradise for 
a bite,
Her mind freed, she introduces me 
to sin,
I must endure the face of beautiful 
temptation,
I feel the shift as the fruit touches 
my lips,
As as we hear God traversing the 
garden, we hide,
Clothed in fig leaves we face the 
Maker,
With trembling knees we accept the 
consequences,
With backs turned, cast out and 
disgraced,
The sword of the captain of angels 
bars the gate,
Sentenced to a life of hardship and 
anguish,
We will forever lament choosing 
death over life


Details | Elegy | |

THE INCARNATE

 On a day never unseen
 when our souls are called to rest
 And our bodies returned to dust
 From whence they came
 Whether burdened with age
 Or unable to cross life's next stage
 If in bed we Lia in wait
 Or by force others do take

 On a day not unforeseen
 When the key to our creation
 Unlocks the door to mans destruction
 And all hope in life, LOST...!
As men have always been half
 in love with death

 Cyclically life and death move
 For death brings us sorrow
 But a day would come we will all follow
 And when again life is gone
 In new bodies we shall be born

 In whom evil dominates
 A lower being regenerates
 In whom good prevails
 A pure soul avails


Details | Free verse | |

Occupation

They came in silence,
moving through the speckled shadows of the dawn
half-life
half-something else;
a strangeness

They came in with the news,
not in it
not carrying it to us;
but with the news they arrived,
silently.

We only read the words,
but with the reading,
we knew they had arrived
and what was ours
was passing from us.

They’re sitting now in every room.
At night we almost hear them.
Fragmented whispers from up in the attic space,
beneath the eaves, where they have frightened
swallows from their nests.

Uninvited, they came
and like spiders filled the empty spaces.
The house is full now
and every empty room inhabited.

Never seen but always present,
they have made this house their home.
No fuss.
No malice.
But we know now this house is theirs
and we are only tenants.


Details | Free verse | |

Another Suffering Poet

When I feel bitter discontentment
I take out my poision pen to immortalize
The ones who have crushed
Me with their 
Gigantic, concrete boulders
Like many before me
Who cried tears
Of overwhelming sadness
Lingering depression 
And infinite lonliness
I have become one with them
For we all possess
The same quality
The need to be set free
Through the expression of 
The thoughts that haunt our minds
We release our agony through our poetic prose
Our words are few
But, they speak volumes
About what lies inside us
For my creativity 
Stems from the intensity
That roams within me
My open wounds
Exposed for all to view
When I compose
A melodic rhyme
It speaks of my angst
Through mystery
Making my reader
Look beyond the face value
Of my syntax
And search for the true meaning
Of which I was attempting to convey
My poetic talents 
Can only bring miniscule relief
From what has been
Creeping up on me
Following me 
My entire life
I hear the clock ticking
The hand is about to strike midnight
The fairytale is over
Time is running out
Like sand passing through the hourglass
I wait for the day
I muster up the courage
To turn on the gas stove
Sticking my head in 
Sylvia Plath style
So I can take my last breath
Ending my melancholic existence forever
For I couldn't escape the curse
Of my literary collegues
That preceded me
Whose lives were filled 
With despair and doom
Who spent their life tormented
By the demons inside their soul
Because I, like them
Couldn't stop feeling the torture
Of my past
When I laid down my pen
And closed my eyes
For I am just another suffering poet
In my grave
Decaying away
After a life wasted


Details | Rhyme | |

Freedom

We are sullenly mourning
For security from the demoralizing night
I am despairingly probing
For mercy to carry us back to our divine flight

We are all wishing for infinite freedom
We are all seeking for an abundant kingdom

If we are living in pure happiness, why are we so emotional inside and out?
Why are we painstakingly tracking down a getaway away from this mystifying dilemma? What is all this venturing about?
If we are swaying in the rhythm of faultless jolliness, why are we vexing about the departure of our best friend?
It isn’t in our control…so get a grip or we'll fall!
If we build up our friendship, we'll have wounds to mend
So stop your blaming and cursing or we'll be in appall 

If we are all leaders, why are we panicking?

We are all leaders…we aren’t senseless pleaders!
So face your phobias and get out of the deserted state!
We are all leaders…we will not give in, vile deceivers!
Saunter out of sight, so we won’t meet our unsettling fate!

You meddled with our cries
So don't point fingers, you insidious devil
And forced us to believe your jaded lies
SHUT YOUR MOUTH! I don't want to consider your excuses, for our truth stands still

If we are living in pure happiness, why are we not meant to be?
If we are living in pure happiness, why are we battered and bent?
If I am living in pure happiness, why am I not free?
Could we ever discard this horrifying dilemma that pounds on us like cement?


We must act like a leader—tough and vigilant
Striving to survive!
We must mimic like a leader—buff and independent
Struggling to stay alive!

Disregard the mourning state;
Drive out the defiant enemies and make them face their damnations
So we can joyfully integrate and negotiate
You’d do me a favor to cease your supplications!  


Details | Free verse | |

my favourite path

i see it before me 
i have not stepped towards, nor walked along its direction 
it is clearly there for me to do so 
the decision 
can stray left or right of the way I go 
and all I know 
is that it starts 
before me


Details | Free verse | |

For 15 minutes.

I will put my half blood in a huge metal can.
Take it for chemical analysis.
So as to see my beliefs and my perception,
my vision and my aspirations.
Those i loved and others i hated.
With my other half i will paint in brick walls.
At the top,maby above all,
i will write these two words.
NO MORE
NO MORE
And then i will go to the store with aquariums.


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

TAKING THE BOW

Alas! my time has come to an end, Too bad for me? Only time will tell, Whether or not the Creator decides, To bring us back to the beginning of this time. I gave to you the best I had, And to part with you is very sad, So I try so hard never to remind, Myself of all the times we had. Whether good or bad, Happy or sad, It cannot be denied, In every situation you and I bonded. So once it is all said and done, The only word left is one, The one that everybody knows, The one that nobody says. But even though we may not want, To say this word we know will grant, Our doubts of seeing each other chance, The time has come for the final dance. So to this place we know and love, We must take a bow, close the curtain, Bid each other farewell, And say Goodbye.


Details | Quatrain | |

Woven Thoughts

Woven Thoughts

Recollections of childhood—
Each fighting for breath.
The beauty and the horror—
Enduring life’s test. 

Gunshots and flowers—
Evil wrestles innocence.
Both entwined in one heart,
Screaming to make sense.

Mom snapping photos
Of tulips and me.
Fight flashes of fear—
Being lost among trees.

Discovering mortality—
Beauty and life both exist.
Yet the reaper of death
Will demand his cold kiss.

Looming waves of the ocean
Touch soft colors in the sky—
Fear melts into glory
Adding lessons for life.


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

VOWS

I SEE THE WAY I FEEL INSIDE,
LOCKED AWAY BEHIND ALL MY LIES.
I HEAR THE WORDS BEHIND MY 
BACK, TRUTHFULLY IT'S ACOUSTICALLY
SAD.
WHEN THE CHORDS ARE PLAYED,
THERE'S A MELODIC HAUNTING IN MY MIND!
LOST INSIDE; THE ENDEAVOR IS BLIND.
STAR-GAZING BRINGS THE TUNES TO A 
HIGH, PEOPLE WATCHING TAKES ME TO A 
LOW.
BOXED IN THE WAY I FEEL;
MY PANIC BECOMES MANIC, I JUST
NEED A WAY TO DEAL.
STRAWBERRY GASHES IN PEACH-COLORED
FIELDS, HELPS TO DEFINE HOW IT IS 
AND WHAT I TRULY FEEL.
FORGIVENESS SOUNDS GOUND, BUT 
I KNOW I WON'T FORGET. JUST
LIKE A GREAT POEM OR SONNET THESE
SCARS ARE MY COMMITTMENT.
SO AS I SHALL FADE TO NOTHINGNESS 
NOW; I GIVE YOU THESE WORDS TO
CHERISH - DEATH BECOMES MY WEDDING VOW.


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Fragmented Dreams

Last night I dreamt I fell in love again 
With the sweet purple flame of desire 
I remembered the honeyed taste of you 
As it filled my loins with fire 

Your once remembered taste 
So sweet upon my tongue 
Your skin, so soft it glowed 
In dreams you were so young 

Your scent began to fill the air
Your beauty so naked, so real
As I held you in my arms once more 
My heart began to heal 

My lifeless soul- such agony and pain 
Your void I cannot fill 
As tears began to fill my eyes 
I wonder...
When will my broken heart heal?


Details | I do not know? | |

He Was From The Bayou

He was from the Bayou
A southern boy through and through
And so young, but he had seen so much
He was the one they looked to,
While their corpses rotted on the snowy fields
He remained unscathed,
His beautiful portrait clean and intact
But he couldn’t say the same for his friends
And with the weight of the world
Upon his busted shoulders
He was calmness and care personified
Over there, he was not just the boy from the bayou
He was a traiteur


Details | Blank verse | |

The Wreath Part II

Worn-torn hands and withered, cold,
So tender grasp a tarnished cross,
Which had long the lonely nights banished-
Safe passage to some brighter song...

For He whose image that metal boasts
Was storied born this day,
And though bent the frame, still's stout
the will that would some tribute give...

No trees or festive lights adorn
This bare and bleak abode-
Nor human touch to temper want
Or abandonment abate...

Then angels came to claim their own
Whom dear had Heaven held.


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

TAKING THE BOW

Alas! my time has come to an end, Too bad for me? Only time will tell, Whether or not the Creator decides, To bring us back to the beginning of this time. I gave to you the best I had, And to part with you is very sad, So I try so hard never to remind, Myself of all the times we had. Whether good or bad, Happy or sad, It cannot be denied, In every situation you and I bonded. So once it is all said and done, The only word left is one, The one that everybody knows, The one that nobody says. But even though we may not want, To say this word we know will grant, Our doubts of seeing each other chance, The time has come for the final dance. So to this place we know and love, We must take a bow, close the curtain, Bid each other farewell, And say Goodbye.


Details | Cowboy | |

'The Cowboy On The Battlefield ... ' (Cowboy Poem # 12)

Young Cowboy On The Battlefield
Remembered His Mama’s Words
‘Just Make It Home, Son …’
Her Voice Echoed, As He Heard …

Rapid-Fire and Revolution
Missiles, Right and Left
Bomb-Blasts and Confusion
… and Silent Tears, He’s Wept

… Every Day, A Minefield
Every Night, A Raid
Every Moment, A Terror
Trying to Make Him Afraid …

Any Second, A Horror
Of A Buddy, Laid To Rest
Every New Tomorrow
Wondering, What’s Next ?

The Cowboy On The Battlefield
Vigilant and Brave
Stood Ramrod Tall and Terse …
Looking At Her Grave …

‘Just Make It Home, Son … ‘
… Echoed Thru His Brain
‘Just Make It Home, Son …’
… Echoed Thru The Rain

And Just Before She Was Laid To Rest
She Said, ‘Just Make It Home, Son …’
And With Those Last Words, She Blessed,
And Said, ‘I’ll Be Waiting, When You Come …’

                    * * * *

… Old Cowboy, On The Battlefield
Remembers His Mama’s Words
‘Just Make It Home, Son … 
… and We’ll Celebrate Our Return …


Of  Note:  In The Words Of A Lady Rocker,
Pat Benatar:   ‘Love Is A Battlefield’
(but I Say, 'Life Is A Battlefield'


Details | Free verse | |

The death rattle of Jackson Haley

His heart gave a leap of joy,
scrambling up over a wall of memories,
as the leaves quivered in front of him.
On Monday the children were playing at soldiers.
On Tuesday he was playing fast and loose with a girl's affections.
I forgot to give childhood to him and the coat sit badly across the shoulders.
A heart overflowing with gratitude,he was a good man,
came of a good family.
Thinking of grievous loss and bewailing, Jack Haley woke up.
Gale force winds and the boat of souls tossed about on the stormy sea,
a joke and a racking headache of a thousand why.
Silence reigned everywhere at 6.30 in the morning.
He is a law unto himself now as 5 dollars in his pocket suddenly
disappeared.
He never sold himself to the enemy and lights turned on.

He looked at his son with pride,fingered the tie of reputation,
stammered out a few words and then stopped.
Just stopped.


Details | Ballad | |

A Touch of Bittersweetness

A Touch of Bittersweetness 

Nay, I say as tears well up
I think of our full past
Together we had conquered all
and laughed with joy to last.

My memories, I want to keep
But sadness they do bring
Your smile I shall not see again
But regrets, no, not a thing.

Your contagious laugh, your glittering eyes
Like stars, you were so rare
But most of all, no one compares
To your loving touch; you care. 

Forever more you shall remain
In hearts of everyone
For your heart of gold, we all do know
Familiar, yet eternally gone.


Details | Elegy | |

Marie III--Is the Coffin Too Deep

So frigid was her immaculate body Her last second in screams is all I can see Love's revenge was my guilt With you I'd rather let you die with Bound hands Without you, Marie, like the psychopath's dream Death is all that I can see; All that could redeem Did anyone ask Did anyone recall The sweet taste of the poison The swift slash of the knife he penetration of the lead The pain of her decaying heart I can hear it's bellowing cries But why can't you, Marie, Hear my paranoid eulogies Is the coffin too deep? Was it so hard to solve Was it so hard to see That I strangled her so easily My nails piercing her comely skin Blood dripping like the pomegranate I crushed with the shovel I shattered her shins The knife to slight her wrists Didn't you see I did it all The only witness Couldn't say Is the coffin too deep? The pain of her decaying hear tI can hear it's bellowing cries But why can't you, Marie, Hear my paranoid eulogies Is the coffin too deep? Marie I cant stay Earth is to cruel when your coffin is to deep Forever in death and in death alone The pain of her decaying heart I can hear it's bellowing cries But why can't you, Marie, Hear my paranoid eulogies Is the coffin too deep?


Details | Rhyme | |

Memory of Adelaide

A wind rolled away down a lonely street
Like silent thunder wrenching, reaping dread,
While an ancient man drew the covers up
To thaw old bones reclined on slatted bed.

Phlegmy eyes coughed into wakefulness and
Slid slowly in their sockets to his chest
And Oh! to hear that moan of sheer defeat
When the flagon echoed his emptiness.

His stingy warmth - printed, numbered; scattered
Like yesterday's news and flew with dire mirth
To dance a cloven jubilee of death,
As old boots, so weary, kissed their mother earth.

The wind rolled away down an empty street -
A whispering dirge borne on leaf-soaked cloud
And an ancient man resting, still as night,
Lies waiting, waiting, waiting for his shroud.


Details | Free verse | |

Fear

Wide eyes
Panic
lips hovering right below a scream
hair pulled into a fist
mouth covered
panicked eyes
wide
heart rattling
fear


Details | Rhyme | |

The broken fairytale

Once upon a time there lived,
A beautiful girl and a man she loved.
So true was such their love,
There wasn't anyone who disapproved.
 
It had been love at first sight,
A fairy tale since that day.
The maiden had found the man of her dreams,
No one else needed to have a say.
 
They had done it all,
Candlelight dinners, shyly holding hands,
Kissing in the rain, dancing around trees,
Leaving intertwined footprints on white sands.
 
But it wasn't just another love story,
It was uniquely special like every other one.
They had eyes for no other but one another,
The best part of their lives had just begun.
 
They traveled around the world,
And she kissed her man at the seven wonders each.
People would smile at the storybook couple,
As they counted stars standing on a beach.
 
With her, he was the man he wished to be,
The one who wouldn't think twice,
About pulling her up to dance in a crowded train,
He'd protect her, keep her happy at any price.
 
He'd see through her weak smile,
All the way to the tears inside,
He'd whisper sweet things in her ear,
Hold her till all the tears dried.
 
Though they did have a fair share of problems,
They always came together again,
No matter what happened,
Like raindrops on a window pane.
 
On a rainy day, she had sat waiting,
Wondering about the surprise he had promised,
But he never came,
For the winds of fate had suddenly changed. 
 
Five years after that day, she found herself alone,
Sitting on the porch, counting stars on her own,
As she recalled the day he had been taken from her,
'An unfortunate accident' on the next the papers had shown.
 
She hadn't cried on the phone, she hadn't cried on the way,
She didn't even cry when she had to identify him,
Not a single tear or a heartrending sob.
She just stared ahead with an expression so grim.
 
It was only when she had received his belongings,
The remnants of his last minutes, did she react.
She screamt and cried, laughed and wailed,
For among others, was a diamond ring beautifully packed.
 
His surprise, the laughter in his voice,
The excitement, the secrecy of the evening.
He had been right, it had left her breathless,
But he wasn't there to see the sorrow it did bring.
 
Even now her eyes brimmed with tears,
As she looked at the ring as it sparkled,
And thought of that time when there lived,
A beautiful girl and a man she loved.
 
- Miliya Parveen


Details | I do not know? | |

Lullaby for the abandoned

4.04.08

Lullaby for the abandoned  

When you wish upon a star 
Naïve – as if you were a child
Don’t hesitate – And from afar
You’ll  still hear bells of hope that chime.

Each single night you put yourself
To bed and cry yourself to sleep
Whish silently upon a star
And hear the clouds 
That with you weep.

Each tearful morning you wake up
And miss the warmth she gave to you
Pronounce your wishes -
Than look up.

Maybe the memories
Will come true…


Details | Cowboy | |

Ghost Town Church In Snow

Guess it was ‘bout mid-December
And a winter storm was howlin’—
Was roundin’ up strays I remember
And my belly start to growlin’.
I come upon an ol’ ghost town
I’d rode through many times now past—
There were some ol’ buildin’s left round—
I reckon most things jest don’t last.
Yet there in whirlin’ snow and haze
Stood the remnants of an ol’ church,
That had once seen much better days—
Its cockeyed cross carved out of birch.
A coat of snow made it all clean,
Made it full of hope for mankind—
The whiteness gave it a new sheen
Now at the end of its long line.
No one remembered the town’s name
Or the people that once lived here—
Its history had been reclaimed
By time and heavy snows each year.
As I straightened up that ol’ cross
And thought of folks singin’ inside—
I remembered all that we’ve lost:
Those that lived and loved and then died.
If there’s a moral to this town
And this snowy church all alone—
It’s be content with what we’ve found
At the place we humbly call home.

  


Details | Narrative | |

The Boy Who Loved The Rain

Let me tell you of a boy,
A boy that I once knew;
This child once lived in Illinois,
Close to where I grew.

He always loved to play the games
Of Tag or Hide and Seek,
But he'd always play in rain,
And that's why he's unique.

I guess he liked the thunderstorm
And how the lightning struck.
He would run around the barn
And stimulate his luck.

One time, I guess, was his last run
As he went out to play,
The clouds that droned had hid the sun
And took away the day.

The lightning flashed and hit the grass
With so much bearing force
That people ran inside, alas, 
To dodge the bullet's course.

The boy stood out among the wheat
That grew inside the field.
He waited for the rumb'ling beat
That shook the grinding mill.

Finally he raised his arms
Into the sky, so unrestrain'd
And shouted all throughout the farm
That he was there to greet the rain.

That's when the final strike release'd.
That's when the boy had all his nerve.
And as the thunder pounded east,
All the people would observe

The death of one who loved the feel
Of water from the sky.
We buried him out in the field,
A tomb he'd not deny.

That's the story of a boy
A boy that I once knew;
This child once lived in Illinois,
Close to where I grew.


Details | Quatrain | |

When Marbles Fall

          When Marbles Fall

Happy are the children on the wall of time
Playing marbles by the castle keep
Soldiers watch them secure that they won’t climb
But become bored and fall to sleep

The children are not children at all
But spies that cry for freedom
They slay the soldiers in a modest brawl
The king is next to fall to lose his kingdom 

Fate takes the king with a confidant to towers top
Spies follow them to that end
It is there where all of this must stop
The king must die but first his friend

Marble in this upper room is splendid
King marvels for one last time his acquisitions
Too bad right here and now he must end it
To simply die without his royalties permission 


                   Created 7/12/14 for- Not Just Any Old Quatrain contest


Details | Rhyme | |

Dear Old Dad

dear old dad
he's such a good supporting lad

puts up with moms old fashion plaids
for he knows this what makes her glad

he puts up with the kids saying please
and is there to wipe their noses sneeze

puts up with dog barking morning thru night
and cleans up the after droppings delight

wont let anyone mow down the weeds
insists on doing all the honey-do deeds

so today dear old dad you deserve a break
let me be the one to rub all your sore aches


Happy Father's Day
To All Dads And Stepdads


We Thank You



Happy Father's Day Daddy {1925 - 1981}


Details | Elegy | |

THE INCARNATE

 On a day never unseen
 when our souls are called to rest
 And our bodies returned to dust
 From whence they came
 Whether burdened with age
 Or unable to cross life's next stage
 If in bed we Lia in wait
 Or by force others do take

 On a day not unforeseen
 When the key to our creation
 Unlocks the door to mans destruction
 And all hope in life, LOST...!
As men have always been half
 in love with death

 Cyclically life and death move
 For death brings us sorrow
 But a day would come we will all follow
 And when again life is gone
 In new bodies we shall be born

 In whom evil dominates
 A lower being regenerates
 In whom good prevails
 A pure soul avails


Details | Acrostic | |

Windblows

Turning over and over through the
Hours, my friend. My
Eyes see yours and I know you’re here.
 
When you say “will you still come to see me when
I’m alone and
Not how you remember me?”
Do I know you enough to know?
 
But, see…
Like when the trees bend,
Or when the rain falls…

What am I
Saying?
 
True love waits? What the
Hell is that? I was beginning to think the only thing I’d 
Roll 
Over for would be for a good Cheetos bag.
Upon that occasion, I’d be sure to look
Good for the cashier at the local store. 
Hallelujah!
 
True love waits? What the 
Hell is that? I don’t know
Everything, but I know something.
 
Trees bend.
Rain falls.
Everything dies,
Everyone dies,
Sooner or later.
 
And the only way out
Now is to
Die before something else can kill you.
 
Stop
Telling me about something 
Other than me. My concerns. My
Pathologies. And for God’s sake
Stop saying “true love waits!”
 
Don’t you have somewhere 
Else to be? No? 
Are you lonely? Ah, I see.
Damn you. Leave me be.
 
Sooner or later, all
Things die. But…
I’ve got to admit you’ve taught me something. I 
Learned that all things somewhere, someday also
Live.


Details | Senryu | |

Finale

Finale
Streams of tears falling;
His crepuscular brawn years,
Embracing his end.


Details | ABC | |

The glass of my life

I see you through the glass of my life 
When I breathe, 
the glass fogs up and I loose you 
If I don't breathe, I die, 
But it's worth seeing you!

Copyright Constantinos Grigoriadis © All rights reserved


Details | Imagism | |

The Wreath pt. 1

Through a window peer pilgrim  eyes
Which well knew Love's most blessed scars
And once had danced 'long side the sun
So many years a'past...

Yet emptied now but of some sliver small
Of Mercy's cursed remembrance,
Mocking, soothing, the balm of ghosts
Which ne'er shall breathe again...

Tho still they search,
Thus questing, live-
For hark! Some glimmer forms,
And fleshes bones of what then was...

But nay-as quickly born that light retreats
To the vales of Far-away...
As naught now crowns that moment's transit
Save the heart's stark vacant throne.

And so to saddened reverie
Return old eyes to loving glance
'Pon all the used-to-be-
Then a lone and fragrant tear for all the never-was...


Details | Verse | |

Our Love

I feel like all my paths are open
but which one should I choose?
There's nothing in the winning
and everything to lose.
My future is my choice
but I only wish I knew
which option would lead me
a step closer to you
I've seen you in my dreams
memories from our past life
that she shared together, it seems
and lived without any strife.
I have seen us happy,
happier than I've ever been
in this life, but that just proves
how much you really mean.
I know what you looked like, I've seen your face
but now everything has changed
time can turn mountains into space
and make sane minds deranged.
But if I can find you in this life
just like I promised I would
then time will have changed nothing
and our love will once again be good.
Tempest fugit, time flies, so they say
but our love will last eternal
and every night I pray
that the raging seas infernal
will be still, and the the storm will calm
and we will be together
once more in each other's arms.
One love, forever.


Details | Rhyme | |

AUTUMN REMEMBRANCES

How beautiful the old lane is today
Arrayed in colors so bold and gay.
There’s gold, yellow, red, and even a little gray.
As I make my way down the old lane today.

I love walking down this familiar way
Touching my feet to sod and clay.
My mind to wonders does stray
As I walk down the old lane today.

Years have passed and gone away
Taking with them memories so fond and gay
Of loved ones dear who once walked this way.
How lonely the old lane feels today.

But how glorious it shall be some day
When all tears and sorrows are wiped away
And life passes into that one Eternal Day
How beautiful the old lane will be that Day.


Details | Free verse | |

Remorse

Harmful words
Bitter separations
Premature death
Guilt over not reconciling
A lost family member


Details | Free verse | |

Just A Dream

Still cannot 
wrap my mind
all around
all alone

Where would I  
even start 
to describe 
what I’ve known?

No life left 
so breathless 
all used up 
all worn down

How it is
Is how it was
And how it will always be. 


If I could see
what it would
have been like
to find you....

I’d have traded every wish
and said they all came true 

Please heart, quick!!
Please, please heal!!!
Please let me feel again!!!

He’ll never know
how empty
he will be 
without you. 

In the end
He’ll remain 
what he’s been
this whole time

Just a dream, 
just my prayer, 
just not mine


Details | Free verse | |

Ladies of Legacies

Pick up the picture,
Half are gone,
Deceased and gone,
I wish-
I could bring those eras back,
The eras of beloved ladies living,
True ladies of legacies,
Left us all behind,
Now onward we press.


Details | Free verse | |

Group photo with fishermen

it’s christmas dad 
lend me once more your hand to compare ourselves 
among the living people i ever touched 
only your hand was bigger 

if you want to we can go to the seashore hand in hand 
to leap wave after wave together 
or you can take me to the puppet theater 
where the orange tiger swallows pancakes 
while we’re clapping along with our big hands 

this year i didn’t grow home bread and 
i didn’t burn candles 
i simply crouched with half-opened eyes 
leaning against high cushions 
over a cross scratched with my nails on the bed sheets 
lying in wait
fishing like you dad 
sometimes hours other times days 
go by without any catch 
apart from your pale and slippery smile 
in the last photograph 

dad 
why on earth didn’t you put aside the fishing rod


Details | Rhyme | |

Another life "My old friends"

If it's true, and there's another life
That waits beyond our journey's end
I'll hold a place within my heart
And a rocking chair for my old friends
To sit beside a fire at night
And talk about, the stories of another time
Or dream about what might have been,
But either way I wouldn't change
The path that led to my old friends

And if there is another life
I'll wait for you with open arms
Beneath the moonlit sky at night
I'll reminisce and count the stars
Which never fails to take my breath
Each moment when I think of you
And know again I'll see your face
That shines within the summer sun 
Or glows within the winter moon

That's seen so many journeys end
With hopes of such a special place
Where friends are never left behind
And faces never fade away
Through time, if there's another life
Old friends would come
And there they'll stay
And bring another rocking chair
For those who pass this way

Kevin D. Fix


Details | Elegy | |

THE INCARNATE

 On a day never unseen
 when our souls are called to rest
 And our bodies returned to dust
 From whence they came
 Whether burdened with age
 Or unable to cross life's next stage
 If in bed we Lia in wait
 Or by force others do take

 On a day not unforeseen
 When the key to our creation
 Unlocks the door to mans destruction
 And all hope in life, LOST...!
As men have always been half
 in love with death

 Cyclically life and death move
 For death brings us sorrow
 But a day would come we will all follow
 And when again life is gone
 In new bodies we shall be born

 In whom evil dominates
 A lower being regenerates
 In whom good prevails
 A pure soul avails


Details | Elegy | |

Marguerite

You were like a delicate flower so fragile and pure,
But you would never bloom again as you did before.
Maggie my dearest friend,
We'd known each other since the age of ten.
No longer will I see that beautiful serene face ,
And in my heart there's an empty space.

We both married and went our separate ways,
Now I sit back and reflect on those days.
Whenever we met we had so much to say,
That it always took an entire day.

Our lives took a rocky course,
And after several years ended in divorce.
We were like sisters You and I,
I never thought that you would suddenly die.

I know that Mother Mary is standing with arms opened wide,
As she gently ushers you inside.
My devoted friend hear my urgent plea
That when my time comes,
Please keep a place in heaven for me.


Details | Ottava rima | |

GIOVANNA: THE LOVELY PRIMA DONNA

I often visited the prittiest and kindest lady,
who lived by an abandoned, weedy cemetery...
and she told me tales that made me dream;
up that pine-scented and rugged hill, the Devil tripped many times and finally fell:
when her holiness set her gracious face aglow!
And she never cursed God, but continued her creed,
believing that she was put on earth to sanctify love;
and she planted many seeds in the moist garden...flowers that made her life livelier!
 

Exchanging her pure soul for money, never tempted her:
living happily and continuously blessing God's name;
if that's how one is blessed, many shouldn't need to wonder...
how she never asked anyone for anything...relying on Providence! 
Every spring morning she tended to those roses and gardenias, 
like mothers care for their adored children;  and she sang
opera like a glamorous prima donna on the illuminated stage:
how astonished were the passersby hearing those lovely areas!
 

Giovanna, lovely prima donna, sing another beautiful area for me,
let me hear how a soprano can feel that divine harmony;
teach me all the lyrics and the tunes that embellish them:
I am a quick-learner and my passion goes beyond my talent!
Giovanna, lovely prima donna, you sought no honors or earthly glory, 
and your visions were grander than those idolized singers,
who only asked for applauds and repeats from the cheering crowds;
you had none of these...only this aspiring-tenor-to-be! 


I passed by her house yesterday, the shades were pulled down...her garden 
without butterflies was arid and the pretty flowers fluctuated no more; 
and the tall pines trees didn't offer their inebriating, sweet aroma,
but there was no sound of Giovanna's voice, the voice of the lovely prima donna:
canaries and bluebirds weren't frantically tapping on her closed window!
In a white laced dress, wearing red shoes and a green velvety hat:
she displayed her national pride, recalling the enchanted land of music and poetry,
where her unforgettable childhood was spent with an innocence so free! 



Details | Prose Poetry | |

Tragedy---for Jon

Lost? 
Found. 
Never has life's cruel temper dealt its deceiving hand as this day 
Lost-found in a place, living know not. 
Kinship friendship - words, verbiage to describe mortal bonds 
While those of the soul grasp bonds endless and dimensionless 
Youth is but a stage of dying 
Time cruel to its very essence. Time blows through us all as our sight through glass 
Its dark fingers paint our walls and carry us to our HOLMES 
Its cruelty is its existence. Defining agony, depriving experience 
Youth felt emotion lost through existence 
Found youth soul existence beyond comprehension 
Youth to us all? Youth has been lost but found where else 
But where time confronts us all. 


Details | I do not know? | |

Untitled Number 1

UNTITLED NUMBER 1



And as our bodies moved apart
All the bitter dust fills up our mouths
Forbidding love to pass our lips
There were green leaves blanketing the earth
Comforting the death of youth


I don’t know why I watched you go
But after every light had drown
I fondly kissed the clock goodnight


We laid for a long time in the rain
Basking in our private sun
The seconds soaking deep into our skin
We couldn’t know what we would come to be
The cradle, and the casket, and the beds we call our home
Make us lost before we’re found


We watched the shadows spin around our bodies
Before the cadences of unity disappeared
The photos echoing through the dark room
Share an old story with a slow-dying flame
And when the embers burn down
And the ancient tales make you drowsy with love
The faces fade from failing heat
And the cold night closes in
Ashes to ashes             Dust to dust


Details | Free verse | |

One Last Dance

Weeping willows on dead Swans' Lake 

Ballerina shoes too small, hanging on rusted nails 

I keep on waking up from giggled dancing lessons 

Mother still alive in the waiting room - proud...

 
Shaking fingers crossed, holding my fans' bouquets 

My hair not gray, teasing life on pirouettes 

It started snowing glitter of way long childhood gone 

I scream a violent silence through a double paned sliding dream

 
It's time - the time when clocks face me without hands - 

I shyly grab some "What if's" and remember to tie my shoe laces 

" Stand straight, chin up" - a stage light on a solo swan 

A last and gracious slide on an untangled musical key...


Details | I do not know? | |

Beautiful Hummingbird

September morning came 
my beautiful little hummingbird
you must have known something   
terrible was about to occur
Your life was about to be cut short….
 
That night I was at your side
my crying I was trying to hide
Seeing you in a helpless state
I knew you wouldn't be able to take
A vibrant and fiery person so full of life
Always willing to give and not take…
 
September morning I could no longer sleep
The night before I prayed  my Lord your soul to take
My spirit was restless and no one's awake
I went for a drive my heart was about to break…
 
September morning you were all alone 
As I sat in the car feeling something was wrong 
my soul is in despair I can't be strong
Lord wake her and her life prolong...
 
September morning as I look back
You were with me that morning I felt your embrace
Your place in my heart I will never replace
Seeking my memory for the image of your face...

September morning as we looked for a special plot
suddenly a hummingbird hovered just above
giving us a sign this is were you  will be laid to rest
Looking out my room all the hummingbirds hovered
offering comfort to a heart in darks cover…

September morning the Lord opened the gates
to a Beautiful Hummingbird  like no other
This Beautiful Being is my Mother
never to be replaced by another.


Details | I do not know? | |

For my Mother

For a Mother.

 

she left me

with only the thoughts of her embrace to warm me

in frigid mornings of tomorrows yet to come

she left me

with her words of tender truths to shroud me

in the coming evenings of stabbing sleet and hail

she left me

yet she stays forever within me

in my waking dreams

and in my restful thoughts

she stays forever within me

she remains an abiding part

of the love

the pain

the tears

and never shall we be

truly apart

 


Details | Narrative | |

Mourning by Kenneth Morales 8th grade

At a graveyard, looking down at
the grave. In deep emotional pain.
Hoping that, that one person is in
a better place. Last few weeks
for her have been hell. But everybody
gave her a blessing and 
then she passed away. Now she's 
with God, looking down on me.

Love you grandma.


Details | Imagism | |

THE WAKE

Slowly,
nostalgia
trickles into
torrents,to flood memory's
canyon.


Details | Diamante | |

E is for Ecto

Maud dreamed by the fire, her blue eyes half-closed,
While a grey cat on a grey mat beside her reposed.
Then she wakened and watched as the fast-falling snow
Was whipped into drifts when the sad wind would blow.
The moments that make up a life span are fleet,
Passing by with the stealth of a kitten's soft feet.
Since then, many winters this old earth has turned,
And I can't even guess when the last embers burned.
But where the hearth warmed, a computer now stands,
And someone's been typing with very cold hands
And piling spreadsheets on a table all day
On the very same spot where a grey cat once lay.
You're alone, so stop turning -- you won't find a trace
Of the blue eyes and smile of a little girl's face;
But when winds start moaning and driving the snow,
Maud may send you a ghost-mail from long, long ago.


Details | Free verse | |

Eternity

it seems unfair to me sometimes
that life has to end.
i hold you in my sight
paused in motion
refusing to forget the patterns of your face
youth only fades
yet noone wants to fathom
what age portrays
watching you now, at age 22,
your ceaseless movements
both delicate and benign,
you are locked in with a click like a mechanism
implanted within my shaking mind.
anchored in my thoughts
afraid i may lose sight,
dreading what is inevitably to come,
our ancient human rite.
what is it we have really
but phases full of longing,
short lifetimes of solitude,
then subsequent terms of bliss
it seems strange to say that i am not sorry 
for little secret moments such as this.
i will not apologize
for having lived and hoping to live long
nor argue choice or afterlives
or hear you claim im wrong.
it seems we believe in nothing more
than dirt and cold and brine
i believe in the simple glory of your hands 
large and gregarious inside my small ones, 
eternity proven,
entwined.


Details | Ballad | |

Vibeke

She is so sweet to me Her lovely lullabies are my fix An angel on earth she is With her voice she could break the lunar love She is my muse But where did she go My angelic-gothic queen A siren has fell What is left to take her place A wench from the south Such a terrible fate for her band of legends  Tristania has surely died


Details | Blank verse | |

Alone with vampires

A spring of blood.
This is the path to your heart.
I never believed in miracles
Until the day you
show me the moon

I saw the clouds
like clowns in the sky
I rape the common sense
and I try to understand
why the only way I now
to come back home
is your black hair 
which is leading me

I fight with demons to gain your soul
You never let me go inside
I know that you believe in God
an Jesus Christ.
I know that I am so jealous
that I hate your faith

I am living with vampires
At the end of the night
Because only here you can be mine

I love to kill angels
to show you my way
to gain your soul
and give you the good night kiss

In vampires land
I am your master
You know that and you kill me will
prayers

Alone in vampires land

I will never know if I am a legend
or real
You leave me here

Alone with vampires

I loose my blood
But I am happy

Tomorow I will be 
the never ending story
of you and me


Details | Free verse | |

Final Rest

The Commerian facade of the old church
stands watchful over the path
leading to the threshold of the cemetery.
Through the  years
the stone monuments
of tranquil resting places
greet survivor tears,
dewdrops of love.
Within the church
psalms invite unison of spirit,
hunger and tears seek holy love,
as prayers to saints dissolve hate and anger.


Details | I do not know? | |

Whispering

He fought and fought,
Died and she began to cry.
Everynight, she would see him in her dreams,
As a ghost, along a beautiful coast...
Saying "It always seems like you're here..."
"But you've disappeared."
In the nightlight,
He shined bright with all his might,
Just to give her one last kiss goodnight,
"Good-bye, my love...",
Flying high into the clouds...
And whispering through the dark skies.


Details | Free verse | |

REMEMBER?

You wouldn't like it here, Jeanie,
just look around;
funeral parlor--what a strange expression,
not at all like Mama's sitting room.
I've never seen most of these women,
must be professional mourners.
There stands Grace, acting the role,
counting how many the altar society 
will feed after your funeral mass.
Did you hear Lindy saying how natural
you look deposited there in your casket?
Hell, sweetie, I hate to say it,
but you do look quite dead.
Why don't we split and go get a brew?
I wish we could.
Can you smell the flowers?  I'm getting a headache.
I guess you don't get them anymore.
Remember how we loved yellow roses
and always had them in our gardens?
I don't like that dress you're wearing.
Remember our shopping trips to New York
when we stretched the plastic to increase our wardrobes?
Remember when we were in grade school and
found those puppies by the side of the road who
became members of our families?
Remember how you said that at your funeral
you would wear a pink wig and a red dress
and sit up and talk to everyone?
Don't I wish, Jeanie, don't I wish.


Details | Elegy | |

THE INCARNATE

 On a day never unseen
 when our souls are called to rest
 And our bodies returned to dust
 From whence they came
 Whether burdened with age
 Or unable to cross life's next stage
 If in bed we Lia in wait
 Or by force others do take

 On a day not unforeseen
 When the key to our creation
 Unlocks the door to mans destruction
 And all hope in life, LOST...!
As men have always been half
 in love with death

 Cyclically life and death move
 For death brings us sorrow
 But a day would come we will all follow
 And when again life is gone
 In new bodies we shall be born

 In whom evil dominates
 A lower being regenerates
 In whom good prevails
 A pure soul avails


Details | Elegy | |

THE INCARNATE

 On a day never unseen
 when our souls are called to rest
 And our bodies returned to dust
 From whence they came
 Whether burdened with age
 Or unable to cross life's next stage
 If in bed we Lia in wait
 Or by force others do take

 On a day not unforeseen
 When the key to our creation
 Unlocks the door to mans destruction
 And all hope in life, LOST...!
As men have always been half
 in love with death

 Cyclically life and death move
 For death brings us sorrow
 But a day would come we will all follow
 And when again life is gone
 In new bodies we shall be born

 In whom evil dominates
 A lower being regenerates
 In whom good prevails
 A pure soul avails


Details | I do not know? | |

Titantic Life

we're all just dancing on the deck of our own Titantic
 
some about to swim in the Pacific
 
others about to drown in the Atlantic
 
some staring up into the sky
 
thinking how tiny the world is
 
others thinking it's gigantic
 
some of us are running for our lives
 
some are saving our children and wives
 
some are rearranging the chairs
 
some are walking elegantly down the stairs
 
some are playing a beautiful tune
 
some are staring up at the beautiful moon
 
some are looking down below
 
some are climbing into lifeboats and beginning to row
 
some are worrying about what will be
 
some are grateful for what once was
 
some are praying
 
while others are playing
 
many are crying
 
as others are cheating and lying
 
a few are treasuring the beautiful view
 
staring at the beauty inside of me and you
 
ready for a new life and ready to start anew


Details | Rhyme | |

To a Good Dog, Our Loafy

His name was Troy, but I called him Loafy,
Cause he looked like a loaf of bread;
Fat, so fat his neck had rolls,
Right up to the top of his head.
That little dog was so determined,
So full of life and zest;
He’d need a ramp to mount the sofa,
Or fall flat on his chest.
And in the wintertime he’d freeze,
And stand there till he died;
So we would put his booties on,
And walk him by our side.
Sometimes we’d have to carry him,
Cause arthritis was his vice;
His legs so narrow, just like sticks,
Would crumble on the ice.
He’d chase the cat but scramble much,
And bark a whiny bark;
So heavy, he’d roll off the couch,
To catch it in the dark.
But Loafy, he was loved by all,
Until that faithful day;
When something started to appear,
Upon his face of grey.
It seemed that thing that grew on him,
Made all his ailments worse;
He barely walked and couldn’t bark,
Without a heaving curse.
So with a heavy sigh of sorrow,
We took him to the vet;
They told us he had cancer now,
Our mother’s loving pet.
That day was harder than the next,
For our endearing mother;
She left her Troy to go to sleep,
And never loved another.


Details | Haiku | |

I Remember

Labor Day
honoring those served
with remembrence







Tribute To
Fallen Soldiers
    R.I.P.


Details | I do not know? | |

One Last Note

I'm left behind once again,

Just one more goodbye I have to

Endure through but I'll be fine,

I promise. I'm strong. Honestly, I

Don't completely understand why

But even before we said goodbye

I felt our love die. I never wanted

This to happen, but I can't

Bring you back and I, have to face this,

It's over;  I don't apologize for it. I said what I had to

And you did what you had to.

That's the way this works. Sometimes with you

I got way too honest, way too up close

And personal with myself, ended up hating myself

For being so needy; but I don't need that,

This love wasn't all there was after all,

I'm finding myself and happiness without you

Though it's been slow coming. Once,

You let me have a glimpse of the sun instead

Of the mocking shadows, but we watched

The sun set, watched the roses wither and die;

And I don't regret a single moment...


Details | Quatrain | |

Forget Not-Lest History Repeats (For Abe's Contest)

Forget Not…Lest History Repeats

Victims of the Nazis Regime:
Jehovah's Witnesses and Jews.
Marched like chickens to their slaughter.
Once walked in twelve million, plus, shoes.

Social democrats and partisans, 
Gypsies and orphans did death reap.
Disabled by body or mind –
Add more feet to the deadly heap.

Communists, and trade unionists,
Soviet prisoners-of-war,
Polish Intelligentsia,
Vacant shoe-stack grows from the floor.

Adolf Hitler ordered them killed.
Annihilation camp, grim rouse,
Death at Auschwitz-Birkenau –
The stench of death reeks in mourned shoes.

WRITTEN FOR ABE LOPEZ "Leather Voices" Contest

© Dane Smith-Johnsen
May 14, 2010
Poetic Form: Quatrains


Details | Verse | |

The Grass Is Cut

I can see you dancing on the lawns, innocence, 
laughing, running, arms carefree and unabashed.
Your vision holds me, as if held in a moment of such 
happiness and magic that I can barely think to breath.
But as a distant sound breaks my dream, I feel the 
emptiness once more.
No warmth of a breeze can break my fall from that high 
place.
How then should someone address their loneliness 
when all that was their life has gone from their touch.
When all that changed them from nothing to something 
has itself turned to nothing but for an aching love.
It cannot be left by the bed in the morning when you 
wake and picked up again at a time of nostalgia,
or left downstairs when you ascend the steps at night 
in hope of sleep.
It is you and it is your love... it is what you have 
and it is why you are.... 
Emptiness ... fullness of feeling... it is because 
they were... and they still are.


Details | Free verse | |

Sweet Dreams

She traced across the edges of her dreams
And singled them out, one by one
Tasting memories like Godiva chocolates,
She mouths in silence
Words that conjured wishes into life,
In other times and other places
Back in the magic landscape of a woman's youth,
Where possibilities hang on winks and whims.
They rise up to meet her,
Called forth from the vaults unlocked by sleep.

Those souls she has traveled with have aged,
And she, as they, has worn to a paper thinness
Burnt brown and frail at the edges,
So like the old photos of lovers now gone.
Some sank into the earth's cold heart,
Some turned to smoke and spread into the impassive skies,
Some simply - Gone -
All joined in the weave of memories
And the dreams they bring to birth.

The edges of her dreams
Go melting down to sweetness now,
As within, behind the inscrutable, wrinkled face,
Young Lady Godiva slowly starts to smile again.


Details | Free verse | |

winter's afterglow

stars twinkled brilliantly
against majestic snow-capped mountains,
delicate pure white flakes danced;
swirling, twirling, rhythmically.

she stood, nose pressed tightly
against the window pane; gazing in awe
at the magic the snowflakes created;
as tears spill from her emerald green eyes.

the cabin is warm, radiating a comforting glow
a fresh pine scent lightly sweetens the air;
she fights the memories, as she begins to shake.

fingers entwined, she tries desperately to hang on
be present in the moment;
"stop, stop, stop" she says, stomping her feet;
she falls to her knees; quivering. 

she holds tightly her arms and begins to rock,
feeling his presence in his favourite black sweater;
she cannot bring herself to take off.

giggling sounds permeate her thoughts
cocooned in his aura, his essence, his scent;
she feels his lips kiss the nape of her neck,
his strong hands caressing her hair.

she rocks and rocks, time ceases to stop,
as she falls deep into a rich
moulton pool; his smouldering brown eyes.

her lips part; barely into a smile at
his joy when he surprised her with the cabin; 
their oasis away from home.

she wipes away a tear, beams from within
as she recalls the snowball fight, he lost, she won.
he scooped her up, carried her with glee,
over the thresh hold of their cabin; 
their oasis; their heart's retreat.

a decadent white rug bought just for her
lay invitingly in front of the fire,
fiery orange embers crackled and glowed.
he gently laid her down; "my beauty" he said.

they drank champagne, drunk in each other,
wrapped up in his care, she felt peace.
as they lay basking in winter's afterglow,
he whispered "this is my time, i must go".

startled, she sat up, staring deep in his soul,
as snowflakes twirled and danced, 
fresh pine lightly sweetened the air;
he breathed one final breath; then he let go.

her screams were not audible, her body convulsed
as she lay on his chest; her heart; her home.
she cursed the night and winter's afterglow
sobbing "not him, not him, please take me too".

she fights to bring herself back
to the here and the now,
as embers slowly dim, she wobbily stands
clutching tenderly his urn, she must set him free.

the stars twinkled brilliantly
against majestic snow-capped mountains
she opens the window, where dreams breathed of life;

with tears cascading
she releases her love; her life;

to become one 
with the magic of;
winter's afterglow.


Details | Elegy | |

THE INCARNATE

 On a day never unseen
 when our souls are called to rest
 And our bodies returned to dust
 From whence they came
 Whether burdened with age
 Or unable to cross life's next stage
 If in bed we Lia in wait
 Or by force others do take

 On a day not unforeseen
 When the key to our creation
 Unlocks the door to mans destruction
 And all hope in life, LOST...!
As men have always been half
 in love with death

 Cyclically life and death move
 For death brings us sorrow
 But a day would come we will all follow
 And when again life is gone
 In new bodies we shall be born

 In whom evil dominates
 A lower being regenerates
 In whom good prevails
 A pure soul avails


Details | Elegy | |

THE INCARNATE

 On a day never unseen
 when our souls are called to rest
 And our bodies returned to dust
 From whence they came
 Whether burdened with age
 Or unable to cross life's next stage
 If in bed we Lia in wait
 Or by force others do take

 On a day not unforeseen
 When the key to our creation
 Unlocks the door to mans destruction
 And all hope in life, LOST...!
As men have always been half
 in love with death

 Cyclically life and death move
 For death brings us sorrow
 But a day would come we will all follow
 And when again life is gone
 In new bodies we shall be born

 In whom evil dominates
 A lower being regenerates
 In whom good prevails
 A pure soul avails


Details | Lyric | |

I Remember the Rose

For most, a rose is romance.
A rose is the passion within -
The forgiving flower.
The tenderness that is, pure love.
But not to me.
A rose to me is sadness,
It’s essence and it’s scent,  
I recall a painful memory -
A lonely reminder of a woman,
I never got to meet.
It’s velvet beauty surrounded her,
So pale and still she lay
My grandma.
I recall my father’s face;
The first time I ever seen him cry.
On his knees by his mother -
At her coffin.
So when I smell a rose’s love,
In retrospect, I think I understand
The beauty and the essence it demands.
For it was the rose that I remember -
and I think about her quiet face,
My Nana, 
the gentle rose
The woman that brought my father
to his knees.


Details | Elegy | |

THE INCARNATE

 On a day never unseen
 when our souls are called to rest
 And our bodies returned to dust
 From whence they came
 Whether burdened with age
 Or unable to cross life's next stage
 If in bed we Lia in wait
 Or by force others do take

 On a day not unforeseen
 When the key to our creation
 Unlocks the door to mans destruction
 And all hope in life, LOST...!
As men have always been half
 in love with death

 Cyclically life and death move
 For death brings us sorrow
 But a day would come we will all follow
 And when again life is gone
 In new bodies we shall be born

 In whom evil dominates
 A lower being regenerates
 In whom good prevails
 A pure soul avails


Details | Rhyme | |

Blind

“Blind”

If love is blind,
How can I see your face again?
Through the shadows in my mind
Can I hear the voice of my long lost  friend?

A thousand times, I’ve hoped to see you one more time
And hold your hands gently between the two of mine
But sadly it seems
You’re only real, inside my dreams.

One glimpse of you is all I really need
To end this deep hollow feeling inside of me,
But pictures of the past are all I can see
And nothing is real but the memories.

Patience is a virtue so they say
But sometimes I think I can’t wait another day
To hear your laugh, to feel your touch
To know that you love me. Can’t you grant me that much?
When the world comes to an end and I see your shining face
I’ll believe there’s happiness on earth and that heaven is a perfect place


Details | Blank verse | |

The Hospital Trilogy Part Three - Bedlam No More

Now hushed bleak sterile corridors
recall the cries, laughter and tears
of those once termed insane;
all is still now. 
Rooms behind forbidding windows,
shutters slam-dance lazily in the breeze;
all is empty. 
No actual cells, no straw on cruel stone floors
or padded walls,
reality is cracked linoleum and Formica;
all is quiet. 
The local Bedlam towers black,
decaying dead slumber,
etched against a red-tinged horizon. 
No movement now within the confines
of her walls,
other than upon the evenings of the
Autumnal moon, when perhaps
resonances of the past send strange
drifting spectres to walk the balconies
and pace the grey great hall,
acting out the bygone dramas of this home,
this refuge, Asylum. 
Those who would dare to 
venture here
on such tragi-comic nights would see;
but no one comes here and no one sees
and all too few care or understand,
for all that is past are now dead memories,
and all that is to follow
is the truest madness... 


Details | Free verse | |

Réel

What,
          this velvet ocean's shore,
down-side up 
              and up-side 'round is:
uncouth,
    awash with painful memories.

How,
        requisite solitude,
in the glaring sun does blaze;
                 like this fear, shaking my every fibre.

Real? Or as yet unknown,
                seen only as a fantasy,
with images just beyond my grasp.

A breath, misty and grey,
                                      so cold that I may shudder;
              distinctly fading into the distance.

Yet I fathom not a future,
                                      what,
         when everything is lost.
How, when nothing seems as real...

as that distant shore, of velvet or of chrome,
        where one day we all make landfall;

poised and resolute.


Details | Light Poetry | |

Leaving Barriers Behind

A woman spends her life breaking down barriers
and social mores,

Sometimes, it seems as if all she does is fight for equal
rights and a better way of life,

Although, beauty and sex appeal may have its own power,

Folks still try to discount them hour by hour,

The doors may get opened, but the battle rages on and on,
making a soul weary and a tad forlorn,

All the fights have been fought leaving behind a legacy of
superior work,

When a woman approaches her final days,

No remorse lurks........,

She can look back confidently, and feel proud of all the milestones she
has put into place, defying all the odds in the crazy rat race,

Her business is never unfinished, because she'll leave a life 
worthy of being lauded, long after her demise she will be respected
and applauded,

Leaving behind the barriers exploited and exposed,

Even in her grave, she'll continue keeping everyone on their toes........





Details | Rhyme | |

Why Icecream Soup

my ears are stuffed
with pretty lies
my heart consumed
by butterflies
hear your words
watch your eyes
deep within
it signifies
the end of days
where i was found
hollowed and marked
tightly bound
bloody chains
broken bones
wounds left open
unthrown stones
lashing out
to save my skin
they told me why
but never when
this world unloved
for there are no hearts
if you still have yours
sell its parts
believe in fantasy
decieving stares
they locked me up 
and no one cares
my angel wings 
reflect the light
and keep away
the chills of night
angel of death
see me again
tell me why
but never when


Details | Elegy | |

THE INCARNATE

 On a day never unseen
 when our souls are called to rest
 And our bodies returned to dust
 From whence they came
 Whether burdened with age
 Or unable to cross life's next stage
 If in bed we Lia in wait
 Or by force others do take

 On a day not unforeseen
 When the key to our creation
 Unlocks the door to mans destruction
 And all hope in life, LOST...!
As men have always been half
 in love with death

 Cyclically life and death move
 For death brings us sorrow
 But a day would come we will all follow
 And when again life is gone
 In new bodies we shall be born

 In whom evil dominates
 A lower being regenerates
 In whom good prevails
 A pure soul avails


Details | Free verse | |

Turning over

Clock strikes, 
every second my heart stabs
another injection of grief,
as streams wash the contours 
rushing the valleys of guise.

Memories.
All I behold now you have gone,
besides photographs and diaries.
I stare at you and you are there,
besides me once more.

Turning over,
another page lets me slowly learn
to accept this new place in time
where I find myself surrounded
by loneliness and sorrow.

This is not,
of course how you would want me to be.
Were you with me now you would hold me,
stroke my face and comfort me.
Loving me, happily.

Together,
we have shared these memories,
so many times, turning over,
those beautiful pages of times 
roaming through contours of life.

I recollect,
how we walked valleys and streams,
where we played, picniced and slept.
Turning over the page you stay with me,
through the treasures we have shared.

Now at night 
when I'm lonely, in those early cold hours,
turning over I'll remember and cherish
those beautiful gifts given so freely;
and thank God for the time that you lived.


Details | Elegy | |

THE INCARNATE

 On a day never unseen
 when our souls are called to rest
 And our bodies returned to dust
 From whence they came
 Whether burdened with age
 Or unable to cross life's next stage
 If in bed we Lia in wait
 Or by force others do take

 On a day not unforeseen
 When the key to our creation
 Unlocks the door to mans destruction
 And all hope in life, LOST...!
As men have always been half
 in love with death

 Cyclically life and death move
 For death brings us sorrow
 But a day would come we will all follow
 And when again life is gone
 In new bodies we shall be born

 In whom evil dominates
 A lower being regenerates
 In whom good prevails
 A pure soul avails


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Distant horns are blowing

The distant horns are blowing, hooves are pounding
Deep in the heart of the woods a clearing ringed by ancient Oaks
Rays of sun filtered languidly through the trees
The quiet of the sanctuary , a familiar soothing sound
Evening arrived with a hint of cooking 
drifting from the kitchens of the grand house

The crescent of the moon cast her siver light upon the water
The scent of her filled his nostrils, sweet and wholesome
Singing a lullaby,her voice soft and sweet
She ruffled the strings of the harp
A moments silence, while all held their breath, 
Then her voice began again,strong and melodious

After feasting,the noise died down,
Jugglers and acrobats appeared
Singing tales of quests and unyielding triumph.
The candlelight catching the sheen of their brows
A team tried,tested and never found wanting

A beautiful valley, Lords and Ladies dressed in
Red linen and golden silks bowing majestically
The fire flickered and blue flames danced above
The Chalice , a log fell in a shower of sparks

Masts bending and creaking with the bulging sails
Catching the sunlight before disappearing behind 
glittering green waves
A bird bejewelled with feathers of the rainbow
Grey waves curling to meet them deep in the silence of the ocean


Details | Bio | |

Such a Short Time

In such a short time you gave us so
much,from a warm loving smile to your
sweet gentle touch. You gave from your
heart and gave all of your soul,having you
in our lives has made us all whole.
Keeping your memories close to our heart
knowing you're near they never will part.
Such a short time you spent with your sons
missing you always, they are the ones.
Pictures show good time happy and sad,
memories of Summer remind them of Dad.
Your sons are growing up they get bigger
each day,such a short time now til they
move away. Once gone from my sight watch
over from above, guide them and keep them
safe in your love.



Details | I do not know? | |

Abandoned old Garden Gate

     (lilibonelle)

Beneath the Brambles on rock walls end
there lays a stately old garden gate
Lost to the world of traveler's friend
no longer there to accomadate those late

There lays a stately old garden gate
rusted and unhinged where it did fall
No longer shiny nor standing sedate
but laying against a bottom of the wall

lost to the world of traveler's friend
useless once and for all, disintigrate
None to repair its rusted lost trend
and by others to lay there postulate

No longer there to accomodate those late
still hidden where it dropped and fell
Dead to the world of the poets fate
lonely, forlorn, left in morpheus's spell


Details | Rhyme | |

When?

When shall we meet again
To share a stolen hour?
When shall we meet again 
In our own secret bower?
When shall we meet again
To shower kiss after kiss?
When shall we meet again
For our sweet moments of bliss?
When shall we meet again
To embrace with caress and sighs?
When shall we meet again
To claim love's richest prize?

The sea may stand in our way,
The sea may flow without end,
Time may be our enemy,
Time may be our friend.

Time and tide may keep us far apart,
But we both live on in the other's heart.


Details | Free verse | |

Reflecting on My Pooch

I remember when you came to me,
a slinky sleek bundle of fur and muscle,
dashing, daring, purring, and pouncing,
testing the limits and the patience of all,
playing in the morning, playing at night,
sliding on the carpet,
never sleeping, never stopping,
energy incarnate.

You burned so brightly in my life,
lighting our world with toys and tests,
talking and jumping,
clawing and pouncing,
nurturing your elder,  nurturing me,
comforting and consoling,
kissing away tears and trials,
loving always,
soothing and slinky.

You grew and grew,
first up, then out, so round,
so happy, 
laser pointers -- who cares,
contentment in a jolly round ball,
with your big belly inviting the pet,
the rub, the snuggle, the cuddle,
my pillow, my gentle living big and warm,
pillow.

Toy mice as babies, carried through the house,
surprises in my shoe,  was that a joke,
laughing at me or laughing with me,
slipping on your gifts,
midnight tripping on the dark floor lump,
not malicious, laughing with me I decide,
with delightful sparkle eyes,
surprising grace,
embracing life. 

Years pass and you burn less brightly,
sixteen candles and nine lives gutter,
the weight falls away, the attention span,
bones and skin, but always love,
always pur, happy to be,
my friend, my buddy,
my cat named dog.
Your flame fades,
and I miss you already, Pooch.


Details | Quatrain | |

AN IMPROBABLE, DISTANT IMAGE

Reaching my golden age 
was an improbable, distant image...
rarely thought of, or even visualized by me,
I still cherish the fancy-free boy that was me!


My careful footsteps have become slower,
and my skin is losing its gleaming, brilliant look;
I stand before my photographs displayed underneath
the hand-painted coat of arms with a disillusioned, displeasing glare!   


Could that handsome young man be me?
His skin is so smooth and his teeth dazzling white,
lots of strands with curly hair reflecting a resplendent light...
he's smiling staring at his friend, who's kissing a girl called, "Mimi."  


And unstoppable, bitter tears relentlessly flow; why haven't
childhood and youth waited another year, or even another longest day,
to let me breath with more easiness, seeing myself once again a virile lad...
how horrible and scary is to face the merciless phantom, who will take me away!


But this faith is too strong, and I can defeat any evil force;
and although I seem unable to fight as I did when strength was mine,
an angel will escort me to the gate, which will open to greet this faithful one...
not regretting anymore that improbable, distant image retreating and fading as reality itself!
   

Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


Details | I do not know? | |

Gone

He has gone away.
He was needed 
Somewhere else.
His work was finished.

Though we understand
That he had to go;
That doesn’t stop the
Pain buried deep inside.

I sometimes think 
That he’s still here.
I’ll think that I see
Him or hear him.

That’s the hardest part.
Turning around to
Catch a glimpse or
Hear his voice.

And not seeing
Him anywhere.
But I could
Swear that I did.

My head tells me
That he’s gone and
My heart tells me
That he is not.

But I know in
My deepest of
Hearts that
He truly is.

The pain will
Eventually fade,
But the memories
Hopefully never will.

I keep him alive
In my heart.
Because people remembered
Are never truly gone.


Details | I do not know? | |

red room cage caught travel

he stood to watch
at the bar from a distant
stance from far
she took a drink
so confused 
on booze he makes his move
and he thinks
and he thinks
if the keep of the 
bar
will kindly take her keys
he will then take her home 
and her life
with the greatest of ease

didn't think a drink meant yes
didn't think i must confess
used to be insecure
now she's much less
on the bed
body red
the tears she shed
she bled she bled
she said she said no
and he wouldn't like to think so
what you're doing is evil

he parked his 
jesus ford pickup truck
on the side of the road so i'm told
pulls her near
she pulls away to escape
but to where
he didn't care
hiding in a ditch
he climbs on top
smothering cutting off
getting taking all her soft
soft features 
she cried and screamed
for it to stop

didn't know a kiss meant yes
didn't think i must confess
used to be insecure
now she's much less
laying in the dirt
numb from all the hurt
cannot fathom or believe
how much damage
 he would leave
she said she said
no and you wouldn't like to think so
no you wouldn't like to think so
she said
she said no no no
and what you're doing is evil
what you're doing is evil

sex drugs the lust
where was it born
she had to change cause
rock and roll was too much fuss
it broke and busted
crushed and flushed
away washed down
made her struggle for air
brought her down
into the water to drown
those words didn't take away
her pain
just relived rehashed that night again
didn't know a drink meant yes
didn't think i must confess
used to be insecure
now she's much less
eyes red body bled
tears shed
red red red red
she said she said
no no you wouldn't like to think so
no you wouldn't like to think so
terrible, inconcievable
unbelievable she said she said no
and what you're doing is evil
yeah what you're doing is evil 
just so you know



Details | Free verse | |

Merry Christmas, Dad

Merry Christmas, Dad
     by Amy Swanson   


Dad,

    I always think of you
           every day...
              but holidays like this

can make it a little harder.

I hear the Christmas songs of cheer
     see the lights up in the square
           the busy murmurs of people
               shopping for their loved ones...

It seems almost perfect.

The tree, the lights,
      the gifts,
          the songs and plays
              joyful vacation days;

but something's missing.

The voice that rang throughout the house
      Christmas season
            singing triumphantly, beautifullly
                  "O Holy Night"

I still can't listen to that song
    without hearing
         your strong voice
               in my ears.

The hands that wiped my tears,
     wrapped my Christmas presents
           made his special "banana pudding recipe"
                left me letters from Santa.

Oh dad... how I miss you.

I know they say time heals
      and life goes on
          and all those other wonderful cliches
                 that people always tell you

simply because they don't know what else to say.


I will never forget you - my hero, my protector.

I speak of you often
    to my own little girl
         want her to know
              the grandpa she can't meet yet...

the grandpa who would love her so.

Dad, you are always in our hearts and minds,
     I never got to say thank you...
         for everything.
              for helping me to be

the woman I am today.

I look at my reflection in the mirror - I can also see you.
   I sing my songs - and I can also hear you.
       I laugh... and sometimes I can hear your laughter too.
           My daughter smiles at me... and you are in her smile.

I wish that you could know how much
     you've always meant to me
         and all the things that you have done
              to shape my life, so positively...

But all that I can say,
        is this:

Merry Christmas, Dad.

I love you.


Details | Lyric | |

Mental Masochism

Welcome to the old you Hello, Hello, Despair so Crude, Dreams are gone Yet we still follow the old Path Where empathy kills And the Sympathy we find is another Lie You were born to deceive A puppet-master of emotion Back off this fixation while you have a chance Who Would Want To Be This Cold? Sorrow-- My Emotional High Who Would Want To Be This Cold? Better to be Frozen than Numb Who Would Want To Be This Cold? Exchange pleasure for pain It's all coming t you The facade of Joy falls again Violet Hearts crush easy Your Pain you don't Want this Your Sorrow, You Want This Back off this fixation while you have a chance Who Would Want To Be This Cold? Sorrow-- My Emotional High Who Would Want To Be This Cold? Better to be Frozen than Numb Who Would Want To Be This Cold? Back off this fixation while you have a chance Who Would Want To Be This Cold? Sorrow-- My Emotional High Who Would Want To Be This Cold? Better to be Frozen than Numb Who Would Want To Be This Cold?


Details | I do not know? | |

Protector

Dedicated to my uncle who never doubted me & loved my poetry

If you had met
My uncle Myrle
In a dark alley, 
You would have run away.

Standing 6’5”
He was larger than life.
He frightened those who 
Didn’t know him.

But he had a
Heart of gold.
He was like a
Giant teddy bear.

You felt safe and
Snug in his arms.
He made you feel delicate
Even when you weren’t.

My mother’s baby brother
Towered over her.
I have met few that
Matched him for size.

My uncle because of
Being only 11 years
Older was more like
A big brother to me.

Loving to a fault;
My caring uncle
Was very easily hurt.
But he hid it well.

My uncle promised me
That no matter what happened
He would be there.
Always protecting me.

I believe that he is,
Even now that he is gone.


Details | Narrative | |

' Jennie - Pennie (My Big Sister)

Everywhere I Look … I See Jennie
Short, Red-Hair and a Smile, So Bright and Pretty
Jeanette … my Older, Big Sister… I Wish I was More Like Her…
        … My Dear Jennie … My Sweet Jennie …

Treated me like I was Her Baby … That was Jennie
Helped me to be a Real-Lady … Just like Jennie
Taught me how to Share and just how to say my Prayers …
        … Jennie … Great Lady Jennie

She was in Her Early Adult Years and I was Young Too
… when Mama Left… There was nothing, We Could Do …
            … Cancer … is not a Loving Word …
        I Wish It Had Been The Last I’d Heard …
                … Oh Jennie … Loving Jennie …

In that Cold-Clinical-Room … Lay Jennie
She Would Be Leaving Soon – God ! … Not Jennie !
She asked me, ‘Did She Fulfill … God and Our Mama’s Will …?’
        Yes, You Did Jennie… I Said You Did Jennie !

… She was in Her Late, 40-Years, but Still, Much Too Young To…
… Like when Mama Left… There was nothing, We Could Do …
                     … Cancer … is not a Loving Word …
                    I Wish It Had Been The Last I’d Heard …
                           … Oh Jennie … I Love Jennie …

When I Wrote This Song … I was Missing Jennie
God … We Can’t Believe She’s Gone … I Loved Jennie
        Jennie-Pennie … You Kept Your Promise…
                  Mama Will Be Proud of Us…

… May Jesus, Call Jennie … When The Time Comes, Please Call Jennie
          Lord Call Jennie … Lord Call Mama … and Then Lord Call Me …

            Jennie, Left Loved Ones... February 29th, 1992 …
          I hate Leap-Years Now …. ‘til I Leap of Faith to You …
                     … Cancer … is Not A Loving Word ! ! !
                             Will It Be The Last I Heard ? …


                      In Memory of my Beloved Sister
                                        Jeanette


Details | Rhyme | |

Love Ghost of Past

Perfect times
When we knew
Perfect ways 
Of things we do

Loving minds
Caress the words
Our ideas
Are not absurd

Crashing stars
Dieing loves
Sheets of memoirs
Remembering was

Sun sets low
Moon shines high
Watching the glow
On breaking tides

What was love?
Who knows when
Remember when love
Was seeing red?

Times of our past
And what they were
When we're unconscious
We're always sure

Now we walk on ashes
Through our sleep
What we have 
We can't keep

Like we're already gone
The last of earth we see
Will be the break of dawn
I hope my love remembers me


Details | I do not know? | |

Happy birthday

Happy birthday Johnny, my word, you’ve had a few
With candles lit for every year you’d need a fire crew
You’ve had a lot of cards this time, far more than in the past
Perhaps they’re feeling guilty or, think this may be your last
So happy birthday Johnny, fill your glass and have a beer
Happy birthday Johnny, let’s drink to one more year

©  John W Fenn  07-09-2009


Details | Ballad | |

Luciferia I-- Cease To Exist

I sense something in her eyes that feels like tragedy She closed her heart but its dark pulse Wilts and stetchs against the wanes How many days will the passion bleed Till it subsides into the new pain We are the ones who will face the blame ''Don't you see what's infront of me, I have to face it all I know there's something wrong help is what I want but it's not what I find You're all filled with troubling lies and incoherent minds Cant you see you're strangling me with every last word There's something you don't know Lying in my heart is why you want to throw the stone'' Her raven eyes fill the silence Luciferia we cease to exist it's burning away-- all others' reliance Luciferia we cease to exist my darkly darling don't fade away Luciferia we cease to exist beware we've became their prey Luciferia we cease to exist


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Hard Reflections

Living today in the wake of yesterdays yesteryears, 
following the footsteps not walked for a while. 
Finding hope in the pages of time unwritten fearful 
that hope is all for nothing 
Offended by all of the offenders that crowd my sullen day 

All along the way I know in advance 
that the way I've lived most is 
the last way to live, 
knowing the way is hard to find when the 
days amount to nothing. Production slows 
as the motion becomes all to apparent, 
apparently just going through the motions. 


Details | Ballad | |

' Warriors ... The Battle Cry Song ... '

There Are Sounds of Ancient Thunders
There Are Sounds of Ancient Drummers
        Calling … Brave Warriors
         Gladiators and Warriors

And They’re Marching To The Cadence of Their Hearts’ Pounding
Marching, To The Cadence of The World’s Rage Resounding
They’re Going By The Beat of Their Heart’s Pumping
By The Steady Flow of Blood and Bloodlust, Tells Me Somethin’

               … Warriors …
         Courageous Warriors …

Chorus:

But, We’ve Seen These Men, Playing With Their Children
We’ve Seen These Sons and Their Laughter, I’m Hearing
We’ve Seen These Men, Loving Their Babies
And Tenderly Holding and Kissing Their Ladies

               … Warriors …
         Courageous Warriors …

2nd Chorus:

Oh Lord, Please Stop These Warriors’ Battle Cry
And The Battle Cry, Coming From Their Mothers and Wives
The Battle Cry, Coming From Their Little Ones’ Eyes
The Battle Cry, Coming From Warriors … When They Die

               … Warriors …
         Courageous Warriors …

Sticks and Stones, Swords, Arrows and Bombs
Lances, Knives, Hand to Hand Combat, Napalm
God Almighty, Oh, Thy Kingdom Come
Please Rescue Us, From The Kingdom of The Gun …

And Prophecy Is Marching – Listen, All Who Arms Bear
Warriors, Must Beat War Weapons Into Plowshares            ( Isa. 2: 4 )
And When War, Is No More, Then We Will Hear
All Warriors’ Battle Cry, Will Be An Amen Cheer !

              … Gentle Warriors …
            Peace-Loving, Warriors …

2nd Chorus:

Oh Lord, Please Stop These Warriors’ Battle Cry
And The Battle Cry, Coming From Their Mothers and Wives
The Battle Cry, Coming From Their Little Ones’ Eyes
The Battle Cry, Coming From A Warrior’s … Last ‘ Why ? ’

                … Warriors …
           Courageous Warriors …

How Can Flesh and Blood, Mortal-Men, Be So Fearless, I Wonder
Are They Strengthened By Duty, Love and Honor
Facing Danger, Death and Being Torn Asunder
Sacrificing All, As A Fallen Soldier …

                 … Warrior …
           Courageous Warrior …


Details | Elegy | |

He Is Dead

HE is dead
In some far off place
he died
I knew him for only a few seconds
yet I cry
He is dead
He had a house
He had a fiancee
He is dead
Stopped by a single bullet
He was here now
He is gone
I have no right to mourn
I barely knew him
A passing aquaintance
He died so far away
My brother called him Brother
He died so far away
Away from all he loved
He is dead 
And I did not know him


Details | Rhyme | |

Time Traveler

As he sits all alone in his rocking chair
the frail, old man smooths his thin, gray hair
With his companion, Loneliness, he whiles away the time
Rummaging through memories in the attic of his mind

A young man trapped in a decaying shell
Traveling back to years he still recalls so well
In a sense, seeming like many life times away
Yet, fresh in his mind as if it happened yesterday

He remembers happy moments as a child of three
A tiny tot bouncing on his daddy's knee
He revisits days filled with adventure and fun
Fishing and swimming under a hot summer sun

But his days of childhood swiftly come to a halt
In their place is found a fine, upstanding adult
He reminisces meeting the love of his life
She gives him her heart and he makes her his wife

A second World War and he hears duty call
Bringing visions of horror, watching comrades fall
Sights more horrific than any civilian can know
To this place in his time travel, he'd rather not go

He rushes on to meet with memories more sweet
Four children of their own as Life's cycle repeats
Too soon, childhood ceases and they are all grown
Leaving he and his wife, they go off on their own

His life continues to unfold in a melange of sorrow and joy
Grand child's births, the sad demise of his boy
Sixty happy years of marriage dwindles down to their final day
One last kiss for his Sweetheart as Death steals her away

Back to the present, motionless in his chair
Slumps the frail, old man with the thin, gray hair
Reaching out to his sweetheart, he bids Loneliness farewell
As the young man departs from his decrepit, old shell


Details | I do not know? | |

A WORLD OF MY DREAMS

As I tread outside smiling
The joy of freedom seems to have gone missing
The feeling of equality and security
Overtaken by the sights of torture and misery

Trust and faith lay shattered
Families divided, growing hatred
Scarcity of food, education in shambles
Is this the gift for the next generation?

Why is there no war against poverty
Why no war against illiteracy
Why no one to fight the war against hunger
And why no one to fight War on AIDS, the biggest danger

As the bullets fly and bombs explode
The howls of crying babies go loud
The scare and pain of getting orphaned
In their mind, always embedded

Few faces of evil and cruelty
Seems to be creating havoc for the majority
Why are they using their ability
To fight this WAR ON HUMANITY

In a flash, walking, I feel so lonely
Tears flowing on feeling their hunger and poverty
Hoping for a home and education for all
I pray for universal peace and health for all

I feel, not for me, but for us all here
I pray for a world where cruelty to humans, no one hears
But, I ask, “Can my prayers ever come true”?
YES !! Only if with me I also have ALL OF YOU


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So sorry

Sometimes, just like today,
I feel endless course of life,
I see your smiling face
And on the leaves that summer rime.
Sometimes, just like today,
Without alcohol I’m drunk.
You are the reason of all this.
The test of life we gonna flunk.
And when you will come to see me again,
I will maybe give you three kisses then.
So sorry to know you won’t open the door.
So sorry you don’t exist any more.
I have no more desire
Collecting millions of pieces,
This had to be one heart,
My heart your kiss that misses.
It will be good for you to know:
I made a funeral for love.
Now rest with peace, my dear,
Under the monument of dove.
And when you will come to see me again,
I will maybe give you three kisses then.
So sorry to know you won’t open the door.
So sorry you don’t exist any more.


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Non-durable

	[for a country doctor]

Here’s another beige plastic do-hickey 
busted. We’ll buy a new one, 
throw the old away.

But you would have tinkered it back 
till it worked. Thin physician hands 
adept at hammer, shovel, trowel, 
you could fix anything, or turn it
into something else of use.

These days, we can’t find a fuse.
Everything’s expendable.

After 87 years, you knew it was time 
to recycle yourself, to turn in 
your hands, your wrinkled gray eyes, 
your gentle smile.


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Man In A Bottle

Dead end story, dead end train,
No girl left to find, no heart left to claim,
Held back by the glasses and clinking of ice,
The whiskey, the bar, the story of my life.

Tears in the whiskey draw memories to view,
A girl in my arms, our hearts born anew,
The dress, the kiss, the vows and the love,
Tears fall once more as I look up above.

To the tattered old ceiling, a cobweb or two,
Look past to the sky, like your eyes, colored blue,
See your smile through rain, and your face through the sky,
Goodbye sweet angel, forever goodbye.

Fog my memory, take the reigns,
With liquid fire, flood my veins,
Pour it through and watch me burn,
A man in a bottle with a lot to learn.


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Tremor in the dark

At the darkest hour of men’s fear
I walked the street into the gate
Alone at night, when men slept
In a parley of man and spirits of hell
Nameless being in my course
Ruminating quietly in the dark.

Within
Tremor, fear enough that vent the blood
A lonely roam at evil hour
Increased in size,
The head to burst.

Without
Noiseless wind
And haze wetting earth
Careless animals in various cloths
Thirst and hunger assuaged,
None prevent.

Above
Spirits roam reaping,
watch on the boarders
of earth and mortals
but mortal men at such hour,
vain without sight.


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Dissociation

I see a better world that I can use Its far from you And inside me The reality is too much to handle anymore It's a place we all can love A place where all angels dwell Burnt in my mind everything you've done to me It saves me to go away It's my internal prison It's my only safe-haven I'm my mind there is a place That only I can control Your misery will haunt me no more As Long as I'm in my own reality You will be no more It's deep enough where you will never find But open enough to keep expanding I will not be stapled by your dominance anymore This is it i will take a stand A sky with death In it's smile Rolls across the night It seeks to know what is wrong And the thing is you I'm my mind there is a place That only I can control Your misery will haunt me no more As Long as I'm in my own reality You will be no more I'm my mind there is a place That only I can control Your misery will haunt me no more As Long as I'm in my own reality You will be no more I'm my mind there is a place That only I can control Your misery will haunt me no more As Long as I'm in my own reality You will be no more


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George Harrison

George Harrison R.I.P

Thirtieth of November Two Thousand and One
Sadly George Harrison has passed on
One quarter of the great Fab Four
A great musician will be missed be sure

He died to the reaper we call the big C
But he left a great musical legacy
So quiet and kind and full of faith
Now joining John Lennon in a much better place

Hard to take this sad to relate passing
People in grief all round the world massing
Paul and Ringo half the band left alive
Let’s hope they will both be able to thrive

But for sure together again they will be
Then heaven’s a place that I will want to see
To sit on a cloud with the angelic crowd
As John, Paul, George and Ringo please please me so loud

So its goodbye to George we will miss you its true
For like John, peace and love was your long term view
Thank God for the Beatles, Wilburys and especially you
God bless and keep you George, say peace and love to John do


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Waves

Waves of despair
Wash over me
My life
A series of mistakes
And I wish
I could correct 
these things,
No matter 
how long it takes

I should have died
In my old home
The place I long to be
But it's not there,
Anymore..
As anyone can see

I'm stuck in a world
With little reason
Why I should want
to survive,
And sadly, I await
The day I'm no longer
alive

My home lives on
In my mind,
And all the wonder
It did provide
And when I'm gone
It will echo no more
And all the tears I cried

I walk those halls
That exist no more
I cry in rooms long gone
And await the patter
Of the rain
That fell above my bed
But they're gone
Long gone,
Like last week's wave
I'm left to carry on

But why?
Who cares?
It's sentimental crap,
And it means nothing to you
But maybe someday
You'll taste despair
And you'll have a clue


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Three more days

Three more days till your day is here again
The day I lost my best friend
The day my world stopped spinning
And the day the angel were singing

I will remember you always and forever
All the times we spent together
The love you gave without any strings
And the day you got your wings

So my sweet angel who watches me grow
Please know your love still shows
With every sun raise I feel your touch
And every sun set your missed so much

My dearest friend my grandmother
For you there is a place that can be filled by no other
I will forever cherish the time we had
And forever will July 12 make me sad


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What a Lost Soul

Since I am Here The Veil grows Stronger but, You're not here for me I'm just-- Another Lost Soul you know, The people you find on the curbs on streets, During Rainy Days not going anywhere but Deeper into their own Disease but, It's not a disease, for they look for cures for diseases Here the patient cares not Only I could say something like that but since I'm here I just might as well sit on the curb on a rainy day and drown in a new-state-disease what A lost soul I am never enough could satisfy always more What a Lost Soul


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Inauguration

You greeted death at the door
The insurance will not cover this
The flowers, petals, a raging storm
Faint at distance

Splinters from the steel in which you lay
Unchangeable lies weave a tattered song
Die here a while, wish I could stay
Too long

A day of grieving in our grasp
As long as we have time to waste
Indifferent faces have stared their last
Face

Man in a box is a martyr
Man in your home is a dog
Pulling strings till you stagger
Open your eyes and unravel 
At the dawn

Ashes to ashes, heart to heart
A hymn for posterity
Empathetic strangers are a work of art
In my apathy

Person you're trying to call isn't here
You have knocked me off the receiver
Tears recognized failing faith won't appear
I'm a believer

10,000 days in isolation
Breathe in the spores to stay survive
Do not take the time to necessitate
Never alive 

Man in a box is a martyr
Man in your home is a dog
Pulling strings till you stagger
Open your eyes and unravel 
At the wronged


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Babydoll

Trying to escape from it all I detach from reality Knowing my spirit will be Safe Too much torment have I gone through To know that this story is truly mine Cut me off no matter how much I'll always find a way To fight and survive your kingdom I'm the only thing you desire I'm the only thing you hate I'm the only thing you need I'm you little Babydoll In my mind there is a haven Only I can enter, but everyone else is there Its there I will find a new tactic To keep on living in your torment On the way home I'll die a few times But just to know I really lived I'll have to find a new way to bleed If I want to escape I'll have to loose myself Cut me off no matter how much I'll always find a way To fight and survive your kingdom I'm the only thing you desire I'm the only thing you hate I'm the only thing you need I'm you little Babydoll Cut me off no matter how much I'll always find a way To fight and survive your kingdom I'm the only thing you desire I'm the only thing you hate I'm the only thing you need I'm you little Babydoll


Details | Sonnet | |

EACH YEAR ANOTHER GRAY HAIR

Middle age men, look in this clear mirror
and spot those gray strands of hair:
they may seem ugly, but they bring wisdom;
look again, you are still vibrant,
and accomplish more than those who won't dare:
tell them to live as you have... 


Lines on these foreheads are the furrows that
make us so conscious of our existence,
and death is not far from life's painful truth;
we think of the future as a time yet to come,
but we live it this very moment...not realizing it:  
and with spirit and courage, we race to stay alive...


Each year another gray hair is added to our increasing age;
can we accept mortality, and not reject discontent and rage? 


Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


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Reminiscence

Recollecting
I cherish the flower
I salvaged 
From the table
That night

The flow of wine
Gentle music
Romance
The two of us
Holding hands

How could I 
Have known
You'd be gone
That tragedy 
Would strike

On the phone
You talked 
To me of love
Driving home 
That night

Now I'm to blame
We broke the law
For love
You having 
Lost your life

A lone
Treasured flower
I cling to 
Now I'll never
Be your wife


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Everything She's Ever Wanted

The greatest guy she's ever met
     The best friends she could ever have
          The most supportive father imaginable
     People who believe in her
And the most wonderful dreams.
     Great achievements
          Amazing support
     Huge happiness
And a lot of love.
She's got everything her little heart desires.
     It's just too bad
               she's too dead to feel it all.


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Southern Liquor

Tea kettle whistles;
As the life evaporates,
The brew soothes the soul.

In Loving Memory of Granny Pearl's Heavenly Homecoming


Details | Free verse | |

Eric

Tears they fall but no one hears
They fall for all the wasted years
I want to scream why why did it end
Why dear lord did you take my friend

But I know he is in a better place
It still dosent stop these tears on my face 
He was there when on one else cared
with me his heart and dreams he shared

Now to go on without him I am not sure what to do
without his love my world is dark and blue
He was my shelter when times got bad
He always made me laugh when I was sad

I know you had your reasons for him to go
But please dear lord let him know I miss him so
Let him know I still hold his love dear
And for him I will cheer


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The Gathering

Coming back now from another funeral
We remembered Him who came back from the dead
And something more personally etheral
It is in our eyes, hinged on something the preacher said
It was plain, they the grief collected us
The way measured our missing days with memories
The way we refused to stare at the dust
That we had gathered for something more than memories

We had been sundered since bread shew
Itself as our responsibility to bring it to table. We went out
To earn and were lost in the maze of the new
Then found our everyway blocked by salient thoughts of doubt
But there that dying cleared the way to come
And there we called the roll to honor those who went before
And felt again the young belief of old freedom
And that for a moment we were somewhat what were before

We stood like boys laughing but clinging there
Like old men to the moment we could not have again. Things we
Did, things we have done, and no more to share
Deeply frightened us to silence, and made us laugh nervously
Put a brave face on death and pretend we too
Are ready to go with it. In our hearts we know this is not the fish
And we will have to go, and no false nor true
Of feelings will alter this course, neither will choice, and neither wish.


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She Wasn't Ready

His threats weren't fake, like she thought
He tried to take his life.... 
He said that he would, she just laughed it off.
Then he swallowed the poison, and let
it eat away at his insides......

She didn't believe him....
She didn't want to think he 
would ever be that cruel.
She didn't know what to do
or say....
She was barely out of middle 
school.

(How can a thirteen year old girl
Be thought of as a woman?
How could he have treated her
as if she were so much older?)

She didn't grasp the concept, or understand
his strange ill will....
She was lost and oh so confused, thinking,
he would climb over that gruesome hill.

He wanted her to be with him....
She could only tell him no.
She wasn't ready for that kind of 
commitment,
she still needed her time to grow.

He ran away and hid..... went behind 
the building to take a swig.
A swig of some liquid acid, and told her 
if he couldn't have her, then he didn't 
want to live.

The girl stood there thinking, "oh my God!"
what has he done?
She thought he was only bluffing...
But he wasn't...
The deed was done.

The ambulance, it came that night......
She cried, and fell upon her knees.
For had she known he needed help,
she would have tried her best to see.

He survived but had to be taken away
for a few months, and needed time to heal.
They talked on the phone every night, she tried
her best, to keep in touch with him.

She walked to a phone booth just to call him,
each and every day....
He came home about a month or two later,
Neither one knowing what to say.

They hugged awhile, and she kissed him sweetly
and he smiled into her eyes......
She knew it was over, as did he.... and somehow
without speaking the words, said their final goodbye.

She hasn't seen him since the fall, of 1982....
but she's never forgotten what he did that night,
It is always on her mind..... it haunts her still.

So let that be a lesson to all you girls
who think you're so grown up....
When you are only thirteen years old, dating 
guys nineteen, you just aren't ready for that stuff.




This is a true story. 

I know it is true, because the
she in the story.....

Was me.


(This is a very personal and delicate piece, tread lightly please.) 
Thank you.


Details | I do not know? | |

The shiny little moment

The shiny little moment

The shiny moment
When a falling star crosses the night sky
Make your wish
A glimpse of the Universe disappears into the unknown
You feel stomped and overwhelmed.

The shiny moment
Think quickly what you want from life
You feel the infinity drawing you inside
And you become part of it 
Nothing else to wish for, you are just happy to be alive.

The shiny little moment
And nothing-particular coming on your mind
You are the only audience in this stars funeral
Give your sympathy to the rest of them who are still sparkling 
And respect that miracle in the sky.


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Who wants to be immortal?

Like a phoenix
you tumble, hurt, and renew;
you grow old and grey
and yet you live through.

As you watch those around you
slowly pass on,
your children, grandchildren;
yet still you're not done.

Technology booms,
the world grows much faster,
through wars and starvation;
watch weather's disaster.

Would you really want
to live through it all?
To be historic relic,
and be immortal?

I wouldn't.


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Diana

  Let all the poets 
   drop their pens 
     Let all the knights 
      lose their swords 
       Let all the educated men, 
        forget all their educated words 
         Long enough for all the fathers 
          to gather their daughters 
           and whisper the 
             word "Princess"


Details | I do not know? | |

I'll Remember You

I'll remember your aroma
Your signature scent
The one that had "Daddy" written all over it.
You'd rock me to sleep with it,
You'd sing "White Christmas" to me with it.
It calmed me,
Softly,
Like a lullaby when I'd cry
And it soothed my stings and scraps
From those annoying bugs and reckless bikes.
I grew up with your scent,
never realizing how I'd taken it for granted.
Now, it's only what I have to remember you by,
A solemn scent, now running only through my mind
Never again will I have that part of you
Or any part of you.
At times I must endure dreams
Of only dulled colors of your scent in my sleep
But I soon wake to find
That you, your scent, your being
Are gone away, mixed with the odors of this world,
And the aromas of others
never again to be pin-pointed on anyone else,
as it was on you,
so soft, so serene.
But only in my mind will any of it exist
And only in my sleep will I remember it again.


Details | Ballad | |

Forsaken Eurydice

[Satyr]
A quick game is all it will be
I can tell you can hear my shouts and screams from forest 
Your home it beckons thee
Why won't you come and play with me?
 
Why cant you cure her?
The venom isn't too deep
If you could awaken her once
Cant you do it again
 Did sorrow blind you?
 
 [Orpheus] 
Eurydice Eurydice how mortal death has forsaken thee
Why I not could listen to the dread king
All the life to you I could bring
I had to look back with eyes of dismay
Eurydice Eurydice how mortal death has forsaken thee 
Music no more will there be 
For I have forsaken my Eurydice 
 
 [Persophone] 
He will never listen 
No is all you will hear
Death is always the killer of love
Death will always win
 
 [Hades] 
Go back to your kingdom
My words have been proclaimed
Your music will not be able to charm
 
 [Persophone] 
Why don't you please
Give him his love
He went this far in vainI
f he cannot see her blank face
Wont why you please
 
  [Orpheus]
Eurydice Eurydice how mortal death has forsaken thee
Why I not could listen to the dread king
All the life to you I could bring
I had to look back with eyes of dismay
Eurydice Eurydice how mortal death has forsaken thee 
Music no more will there be
 For I have forsaken my Eurydice
 
 [Hades]
If it will please
You can see her
Only without your eyes
Throughout the dark realm
Looking back will forsaken your Eurydice
 
  [Orpheus]
Eurydice Eurydice how mortal death has forsaken thee
Why I not could listen to the dread king
All the life to you I could bring
I had to look back with eyes of dismay
Eurydice Eurydice how mortal death has forsaken thee 
Music no more will there be
 For I have forsaken my Eurydice


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echoing of songs

"Winds of fate have born thee, across this empty plain, and closed door with no key, but so many ones to blame. To 
keep a river flowing, we all can make amens, but when the winter's snowing, no crack shows at the bends. With dark 
minds and simple thoughts, we come to fix upon, the broken sparks of crystal tops, and the echoing of songs"


Details | Lyric | |

One Will Never Be

I loved everything about
Everything you said
I loved every you did, 
I loved the fact that you made me felt that way.
The sweet little kissed you gave me
Made me feel special everyday.
That was how I always wanted it to be.
Oh, how much, I wanted to see you everyday.

You were always the one to be around
To cheer me up
Whenever I would be down
YOu had always seemed to find a way
It was just something you would do 
Always having to make my day.

You were the best thing that had happened to me
And there was not a thing anyone could say
About how many ways I loved about you
And about how inseperavle we were in the past days.

I held on to you
For the strength I had always needed
You were the one to make it through
Out of this broken path, on how it was always treated.
Problems had vanished, no more did I had to hide
Because I was with you
Standing right by your side.

Everything you said was true
For that I have thought
And all the things you tried to do
A lesson, learned in time,  a lesson you intentionally taught.

I had hoped people could have seen the real you
Not many would listen
Just a few.
Everything and everyone new
Seemed to be treated just well
All except you.

No one had understood
What the things you have gone through
No one would take a minute or two
To hear how your feelings grew.
In fact, no one understood you, but me
Though I had hoped we would have stayed alive together
As ONE was suppoed to be.
But knowing what now had happened.
Knowing how it is to me
And knowing how it was to you
ONE no longer will happen.
ONE will never be.


Details | Free verse | |

Sunset Dinner

[///
I would tell him, 
but he hunkered 
down in his bunker, 
debriefing
with one-thousand-caliber cans of beer.
He rationed himself,
confidentially,
to every Bud.
Every friend
poured from their head-wound
deafening - distinctive - gurgles.
	                               ///]


(…
I dine at a wide clay table -
face the gold-red wall.
I serve myself a setting yolk -
season it with salt.
I eat my meal, and quickly-
forbid the air its warmth.
I stuff myself with sunset;
starved in bed, I bawl
as dusk, so kind, wraps leftovers
for tomorrow evening’s gall
                                         …)


He (like the day) has set;
sunsets taste – different –


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In The Cool Autumn Morning

In the cool autumn morning,
When leaves did softly fall;
I heard the geese fly over,
The beckon in their call.
And in the day's dawning,
My mind began to roll;
Back to fields of clover,
Where as a child I'd stroll.
To a clear summer's morning,
In woods of green I'd roam;
Seizing the moments forming,
Till mother called me home.
And as my mind did wander,
I longed for those days known;
All that time to squander,
Oh my, how it had flown.
The geese calls grow dimmer,
Quiet now fills the room;
Heaven's light doth glimmer,
A brightness in the gloom.
And in the darkness looming,
Twas angels I heard call;
In the cool autumn morning,
When leaves did softly fall.


Details | Didactic | |

breakfast

the wolves are come. for me.
they are. they come. for me.
i am a tasty treat.
the wolves, they come for me.

they shall swallow me whole.
they'll eat my body and soul.
i am a sweet morsel.
into their mouths i will go.

the wolves are. at my door.
my heart shall beat no more.

i'm a sitting duck.

the blood. the wolves. it pours.


Details | Romanticism | |

In a good girls eyes

 In a good girls eyes lies darkness and mischief; Hidden in her disguise she's god but 
without it she's the devil. Caught up with her bible hugging in the morning and her panty 
throwing at night. Though she despises Alchohol it's really the fear that it comes down 
to. Worried that with one gulp she'll lose control and everyone will now she's not an 
angel. So twisted inside her lies to everyone, she desires to be touched forbiddenly  
though she stills a virgin. No one knows the secrets that lies behind the doors of a good 
girls eyes. She is slowly losing momentum seeing that bad girls always have more fun. So 
her legs started to inch apart, the one's she had promised to keep closed. No one knew 
that behind these eyes of a good girl lied a hoe just waiting to explore. Waiting to 
exhale, finally take a bite out of life for her damn self. She realized that good girls 
were too wholesome and she felt she needed to part some if you know what I mean. It 
wasn't until she got out there that she realized there was nothing good about being bad 
and maybe she was being naive but I think it was sad because she had so much to live for 
now she was trapped in a world in a world and she couldn't get back. Even though she 
prayed and prayed and said god please let me back in, he said i'm sorry but to me you 
have learn nothing didn't I always tell you to resist Temptation at all cost? She said 
yeah well what about forgiveness I though you taught that too. I did but your with the 
devil now your playing with different rules and in his world once your tarnished your 
forever his. Tears fell down her eyes as she listened to what he said. Another girl gone 
rotten, it's a shame because you could have been out queen. She said I still will be, and 
god watched as she kissed the devils lips. A tear dropped down his eyes as he reached but 
she was gone.


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night sky

the moon shining lucidly upon the sea…
nothing could taint this beauty,
the gentle breeze coursing through my hair;
the feeling of pain and sorrow all leaving with the wind.
even the blind could see the beauty of this night,
my heart is in complete serenity.

the stars are out only to add to the beauty; 
what a view i have from this cliff on which i stand…
all this beauty real, no masquerade here,
all alone in this place of breath-taking beauty;
the only way this could be any better is if someone was here beside me.
the night sky is in such serenity.

the clouds moving in oh so ominously…
but the beauty still isn’t fading,
the breeze is slowly picking up,
a strange sense of tension is arising in the sea…
waves mercilessly hitting the rocks just a few hundred yards below.
the sea is filling with such despair.

the wind is growing cold and fraught with an odious scent…
the beauty is still here but i’ve been struck with a sense of fear
such a strange change to occur so quickly and unannounced…in the air,
a sudden change is also occurring in my heart,
being alone and the loathsome setting is bringing out my wicked side…
the air is feeding off my malice.


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Darkest moment

Insanity that lies deep within this tortured soul from 
which evils prominent face overwhelms the good inside the intellect of the mind.

This massacre of rational thoughts creates misery from 
which hell is spawned into reality with a struggle
 daily as the hands of time move on.

That eternal sleep beckons me with a siren singing,
 entrancing my body to move without thought nor
 consequence to this unholy sin.

Visions through a dream in a horrific reality that seems 
so foreign with a touch of home as the dance with death begins.

My sight falls into a tunnel of absolute darkness
 from which there is no reverse, for the life
 within me begins to fade.

Sudden jolts with a divine spark 
igniting animation into the corpse of what was the bitter end of my 
mortality.

Life runs freely through the veins, feeding
 my soul with a second chance at this unforgiving world with the might to conquer 
the evils bestowed upon me in this strange
 new world called Life.




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As The Walls Close In

As the walls close in
my world is getting smaller
Beads of sweat drop from my head
down to my collar
 
I don't know what to do anymore
I feel like my end is coming soon
I no longer see the light ahead
I no longer see the moon
 
In total darkness I stand
I no longer see clear
I breathe as if to die
cuz my soul is in fear
 
My heart starts to pound
as if to come our my chest
The pain is so immense
will I be put to rest
 
As the walls close in
I have no one to turn too
My mind is going crazy
I'm lost I don't have a clue
 
I'm standing right here
searching for some salvation
I look everywhere I can
with deep anticipation
 
My eyes full of tears
my fists clenched real tight
Anger within me burns
things don't feel right
 
Why do I feel this way
my mind starts to spin
My emotions go crazy
I want to commit sin
 
As the walls close in
my mind looses control
I'm begging for mercy
as my heart grows cold
 
I fall to my knees
I'm no longer alert
I know as I'm here
this pain has me hurt
 
I'm wounded I'm scarred
blood slowly falls from me
The pain is so strong
it has eaten me alive as you see
 
I can no longer fight it away
cant stand strong
I been fighting this battle
for just too damn long
 
Time for me to take one last breath
and just close my eyes
Let my soul go away
as the rest of me dies


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ULYSSES

ULYSSES

Full fathom five thy father lies;
Of his bones are coral made;
Those are pearls that were his eyes:
Nothing of him that doth fade
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange.
Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell:
Ding-dong.
Hark! now I hear them, ding-dong, bell. 1

Cross legged I await 
Heavens beams, to embrace
to bundle to lash with twine
	drifting wood 
While the waves whip the beache's grace

I hold the smooth forked roots in hand 
Roots in time can break stone 
and mold it like the water is able 
Water that feeds the root 
Sun that feeds the fingers

I ask not much old sea
Dashing dead against stones
Barnacles tear at flesh and vessel
low birds impale the shell
to eat salty flesh

Everything and nothing is water
Eternal yet fleeting
Comforting yet cold
Supportive yet unwieldy
Reflective yet transparent
Hungry yet quenchless

Ye oldest mare 
whose rising breasts swell
and hungry opens cavernous
to consume both breast and beam
 
Her victims wash about my feet

Ripen, swell abreast
resign this earth

Death who she knows best
who winged I've seen
who in decay keeps fertile, she
who drinks endless of streams immortal

I await her sea-nymphs call for me
Though I alone shall not quell
her endless thirst, 
	when half submersed.
Ding-dong.
Hark! now I hear them, ding-dong, bell

Deus pasit corvos*


Tempest 1. 2   (1)
God feeds the ravens*


Finishing Line Press.  Book FAREWELL TO THE DUST, by C. S. Leaf avalible March 2008
www.FinishingLinePress.com


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Morning Glory

First light's crystal bright 
the rooster clock strayed 
sleeping through summer days
Passing slow in my old age
Jewel eyes blinking wide
blurred blind,eyes wincing hide
imaginitive high,closed eyesight
safe from morning light's
glare and artificial air

Narcotic vision offers spiritual distance from an invisable 
world changing without notice , sometimes without rational motives

Heatwave summer beyond the horizon thunder
Skin burning yearning effervescient rain
cool gray days eased sunburn pain
and dire thirst 
everydays the same almost rehearsed
walking dirt road paths through verdant fields
passed summer's yeild
cleared my mind bothered by old age
immersed in introspective gaze
yearning yesterdays

This existential path is dharmic bliss
stayed stoned on '60s narcotics
glimpsed the otherside...died



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A Piscean Death

Cherished 
beloved
child's spirit, tinged with sadness, 
you played us your soul, 
and we each took it away with us, in little pieces
your eyes they haunt me still
I miss the way they used to question and accuse
my crippled angel,
broken by the world's injustice,
I feel the pain in your voice,
your hair hung in pale streaks
across the shadowed beauty of your face
you radiate a light so pure, 
a steady flame set in a tavern window 
my beacon of hope
through the darkest hours of my soul
So like the single flame I now burn
to keep watch through the long, silent hours
of the night, every April fifth
to preserve your memory
gone too soon, love
gone too soon


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OVER COLOR DESERT

From the coiffe broken of light
or dead tie-the marines
by machine pip-out target upper	
by the road — 
through demolish the tools that		
throve mats up for peace
it took the leash by the saw
the gloss of the desert thy help
in confront, any astir enemy
watchful been fielding — 
the gloss that regrets
of course a soul matter,
the hero-the weapon 
in avail words of freedom
carry it clearly over the esteem
by gloss of the desert
Or peace insures the earth.


Details | I do not know? | |

Failure

My life is failure 
I can’t deny it anymore
I hate my mom
I hate my dad
I hate my friends
I hate my enemies
And I hate myself
It’s not worth 
This life I lead
Pain and suffering
Filled with greed
Bottles of blood
Precious razor blades
Self help
And support groups
I’m going to hell
I don’t care anymore
I forgot what I’m looking for
My life is filled with
Pills, lighters,
Never forget 
The razors
The pain inside
Is almost unbearable
Another day
Another pill
Another night
Another thrill
Will I survive
Or will I kill
Blood gushing
Heart pounding
How long?
This is my failure


Details | Cinqku | |

Cinqku#2

muffled
bells echo
across the square-
sepia memories
surface


Details | I do not know? | |

My Wish

How I wish 
That I could climb
Atop a mountain high
So I could reach out my hand 
And touch you in the sky
To climb the highest peak of it
To sit with you I would
To climb as high as heaven above
Only if I could
While they surround me everyday
These mountains my eyes see
To climb as high as the highest peak
Would take eternity
So will I sit down low
Beneath this mountain pass
And dream of climbing to the peak
To sit with you at last
And every day with these mountains 
That my eyes will see
I will look upon every peak 
In remembrance of thee


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I Forgot His Laugh

I don’t have all my memories
Ive salvaged some, 
Ive sold some,
Ive swallowed some.
And ive even stole some.

But in my sleep 
Was a sound that I would keep,
Something soothing,
Something moving,
Something sonorous 
Like a gospel chorus.

That echoed enthusiastically
From the wooden pews 
To the heavenly balcony
That rang through the ancient halls
And bounced playfully off the walls
And all of its glorious rapture
My mind would zealously capture.

But I can’t remember now,
That so familiar sound,
That was taken away from me,
Torn right out of my memory.

I wonder if my father would bare some wrath,
If he found out that I’d forgotten his laugh.


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Euphoric

Me loving you
you loving me
cold to the touch
breathing no longer
mouth of copper
putrid stench
ominous eyes
liquids flowing
so euphoric
insanity galore
making love to a corpse


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Free me...

I'm crawling on the glass ground
pealing for you to stop
I cry stop your hurting me
but you hit harder
you grab harder
half an hour passed 
I'm drownding in my crimson pool
your swimming in tears
held up inside
screaming to be set free
free me from this burden you ask
free me
free me
free me!
 
 
 


Details | I do not know? | |

I Would Die For You

I would still die for you
Even if I wanted to hate you
Maybe it’s that fact, 
I love you.
Or maybe, 
I just want to die.
My pain is still true
My pain is still for you
I’d die right now, 
If you wanted me to.
You don’t love me
You made it clear
I’m another blood stain, 
On the floor.
I’m only there to amuse you, 
But I can be washed away.
Like everything else
The love I had, 
Sure it’s gone.
But I would still die for you, 
Just to stop the pain.


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A Savage Sea

A Savage sea has summoned me
its white waves beckon and call
for those wild winds with their morbid tunes
have become one with the Loreli's song.

Embraced by the waves and the rising tide
I fight their caresses for naught

Nevermore,
Nevermore,
shall I see the shore.

The sea has summoned me.


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Photo Album

I lift through the pages of this album 
and fly back to the times long gone, 
recalling times and hearing echoes 
of yesteryears that had faded away. 

I see the images of a boyhood friend 
foolishly making faces at the camera, 
wearing that trademark irritating grin
pasted on his dark, handsome face. 

I hear the laughter of that funny man 
who could enliven the dreariest day, 
whose zest for living knew no equal
that made him such a good company.

A levelheaded man that buddy of mine, 
not once I saw him succumb to anger; 
his formula I tried so hard to figure out, 
maybe his zodiac? but we're both Virgo! 

My friend passed on while I was away, 
nary a chance to bid him a last goodbye;
it is just as well so I may remember him
only from the pages of this photo album
than look at him, cold and stiff, in a box.  


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Advice for Jentry

Brother, don’t spend lifetimes
alone sitting staring at electrified screens
or lost adrift in a sea of remorse
hours spent transient blown around like clouds, for
no one knows where you, or I, or our parents’ parents
came from, nor where resides the final resting place of the soul
but that we live, and live for but little
a meal, a warm bed, a fridge, a television
a car, a home, acceptance, joy, love
memories such as these condense and pack ever more tightly to your chest
as time wears on, ‘til by the end all is returned to nothingness
but know that no other man is you, no other life is your own;
may you forge ahead bold through your holy life,
and blaze a trail for lesser men to follow.


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VERONICA VOSS

You are old I am young
You have love I have none.
"Look. Look at those flocks of birds emigrating south! 
They’re escaping with regular wing beats, crying farewell."
Tomorrow would be a good day to die 
Today a good tomorrow
Dying must be strange, nonsense life is strange
We wait for nothing yet nothing will come
I never hoped you would accept an invitation to my farewell party 
We wait for nothing yet nothing will come
Yes, like Fassbinder
Yes, like Veronica Voss

I owe my soul to the company store  





Finishing Line Press.  Book FAREWELL TO THE DUST, by C. S. Leaf avalible March 2008
www.FinishingLinePress.com


Details | Free verse | |

China

Anything beyond heaven is nothing
We may harm anything
Life is mainfestly insane
The love seems personal elsewhere
as I crossed fire


Details | I do not know? | |

The Pied Pipers Calling

In less than a year,
or seventy hence
I will wander the road which you now take.

Now the path is wild and overgrown---and I cannot pass, but in time, for me, the pied 
piper will be piping,
as for you, he is piping now.

Beckoning with fall colors
and singing of children lost. 


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The scenes we left behind remain

Embedded in tormented mind , 
blood clogged fields,
dangling limbs - contorted.
Whistling ammunition,
gun fire resounds.


Details | I do not know? | |

Allen Ginsberg

Allen Ginsberg
Where have you gone?
We need you in this world right now
We are frightened and alone

You were a shining light through the darkness
Through the '50's you held strong
Even though society said 
Everything about you was wrong

You were a beacon of freedom
Let your words always ring true
You will always be a hero of mine
May God always shine his light on you


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Revolution

So tell me
about injustice and hate
Shouting stop censorship
and the KKK
How America sells lies
and blood for oil
Killing Muslims 
solely to colonize their soil
Did you forget
who begot who
About Gold, God, Glory
and slavery too
Kind of like Hitler 
exterminating the Jews
The London Air Raids
and the apathy that pacifies you
So tell me about revolution
and that propaganda you bleed
Che Guevara and equality of need
Why is it starving Cubans 
are swimming for our shore
The Baltic Republics are free
and the Gulags no more
So tell me about freedom
at your friendly neighborhood pub
Drawing gas masks and Swastikas
on your overflowing mug
How burning our flag
suits you just fine
While an Iraqi woman is shot
for speaking her mind
So the next time you scream
about injustice and hate
Extol revolution
and your anarchist state
Remember to ask the Kuwaitis
about capitalists on foreign soil
And who really spilt their blood
for the price of their oil


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Last sighting

Still searching we walk to edge of tide
To where waters tickle the toes 
At different edge each night
Here you were last seen
That dreadful night
Disappearing

Washed away with tidal sands and seas
Your mind tormented with unease
Released by natures blessing
As each wave comes over
Fleeting moments lost
As older things
remembered

Your footprints gone only whispers remain
Your life we shared and loved, we cared
Left to us are solemn memories
Of many days gone by
And still we try 
To find your
Lonely soul
Lost

And so the seaside weathers gently call
And seagulls cry around rocky shore
Last sighting of you was walking
In the sand one misty morning
And although not one print 
Was  left for us to find
There is some peace
From knowing that
You were smiling


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Mr. Nobody

Mr. Nobody sittin' in his empty chair
His eyes hazed over like he always stares
His laces untied and danglin' low
His sunglasses flipped up just for show

With a bleedin’ pen in his hand
And chipped coffee cup in the other
He looks on his desk at a picture of his mother.
With her hair in a bun and a pen on her ear
Standin' next to her other boy, the one with the beer

But Mr. Nobody ain't close to them in that photo
He was by the window listen' to that darn radio
And his Old Man is a blur in the background
Like most of his life he was hard to be found
But Mr. Nobody ain't close to them in that photo
No, he was by the window listen' to that darn radio

And the woman behind the camera that you can't see
Because that was how she always said she wanted to be
Was Nobody's sister practicin' her photography
She didn’t mind missin’ this family moment,
As their family didn’t look like they were missin’ a component.

But that’s the only picture Mr. Nobody’s got
Though not happy, it still can’t be bought.
He keeps tellin’ himself not to get rid of it,
Because he’ll never be able to revisit it.


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Old Friend

Where have you been old friend?
Have waited so very long
To take your hand and walk with you
To sing our favorite song
So many years have come and gone
Yet it seems like yesterday
We would hold each other’s hands
To sit and talk this way

Where have you been old friend?
You left without a word
A shadow slipping into night
Not a sound was heard
Now you stand in front of me
Arms held out in love
Calling me into the light
Shining from above

Where have you gone old friend
Now it’s clear to see
A messenger from the other side
Sent to welcome me
Seems the years are over
My life is at an end
Alas where have you been old friend?


Details | Elegy | |

Springtime Spell


…And there’s a naked lady
On a rocky shoreline, I see

Her beauty, a pinkish smile
As I, the lover, pass her by

The jolly rhythm of the sea
Has a great resounding plea

The rain will not fall today
Though, the sky’s real gray

Sweet laughter in the wind
Hers touches my worn skin

I plead thee, O careless tare
O let you not disrespect her

For she, truly, reminds me
Of my ever dearest fantasy

Every time her beauty I see
Whilst I drink my morn tea

 


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The Spirits of the Wind

The Wind howls,
an anguished cry
a peircing scream.....
Whilst spirits huddle around the bed,
the spirits of the wind.
Mounted upon their firey steeds
they too,
howl, 
and cry,
and scream.

A weary sigh, 
a faint whisper,
a painfilled moan.....
and the spirits have claimed her for their own,
the spirits of the wind.
on their snorting stallions they fly away
leaving me shattered to
sigh, 
and whisper,
and moan.


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REMEMBRANCE-to my husband

I remember your hands, my darling,
And the love that came with their touch,
I remember your deep, brown eyes, my dearest,
And the intensity of their love.

I remember your husky voice, my dear,
And the sweet nothings you whispered to me,
I loved you! I love you! I love you,
Your wife is all I'll ever be.

I miss you so much, my dearest,
Sometimes the tears flow as I go to rest,
Before your death, we were so Blessed,
Why were you taken-What did I do?

I have survived for eight long years,
How much longer can I go on?
Without you, I feel like nothing,
You were my angel, my love and my soul.


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Punchbowl

Occasionally I wondered upon the finely groomed lawns
Amidst the silent crosses and weeping American flags

Within one of the immense reservoirs of my great country’s
Forever lost diamonds’ ultimate eternal resting place

They gave me a sense of calm and a comforting company 
My fellow brothers and sisters, and a feeling of sadness

In some ways I felt I should be resting there with all of them
But fate chose me to be their defender and never forget

The blood of these diamonds was paid for my countrymen’s freedom


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Tears

There is a man standing in the rain in a cemetery in front of his deceased wife's gravesite. He appears to be crying. Her death occurred years ago and left him with everlasting grief. He is resigned to this fact so everything he sees and hears casts him further into this state of mind.
This day is no different than all the previous times, except this time, the rain, a bird and a sound of bells contribute to his continued descent.

The rain concealed the tears he shed today.
He cried this way so many times before
but always alone. No rain can wash away
his anguish, anxiety... nevermore!
A tiny feathered harbinger alight 
her stone and cocked its head. A drop of rain
upon its beak that seemed to weep in sight
of him, a tear; then takes to flight again.
A distant tintinnabulation from
a church’s belfry pealed so mournfully.
He muses: fleeting wings of death had come
and taken from me so prematurely
my lover, leaving only heavens tears
to drench my heart with sadness all these years.


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Grandpa's Shaving Mirror

On life’s sweet sage trail, there are many things we see:
Like grandfather’s ranch house where good times used to be.
There’s a ancient shaving mirror hung on a nail,
That he used to shave his face each day without fail.

You wonder as you gaze, what that mirror could tell—
Before time’s closing night darkened the light and fell.
Did he see an old man or what he used to be?
Or only wild roses when he was young and free?

Was he like us now, and remembered just the best?
Or did his scars go deeper to his final rest?
And as we look into that old shaving mirror—
Will we think on life’s doubts and then see them clearer?

For all the world’s a looking glass we stare into—
And what we see must please us before we are through.
Yes, I still have that mirror, but I seldom look—
In it I see gramps and he reads me like a book.

So now I hide it away like grandpa’s old spurs
And endure these modern times as this old world whirs.
Yet in darkest moments, I look into that glass
And know that like grandfathers – things we love must pass.
 


Details | I do not know? | |

(I'm not frightened).

(I’m not frightened). 

(I’m not frightened. Barely alive…
Though I do recall my mother telling me about my birth) 

But have you seen what they do to people out there?
How they tear the flesh of screaming bones
how they feed the ground with death!
(Well… Its humans being humans. But don’t be frightened).

But have you seen the news lately?
Yesterday a man did something unspeakable to another man
and a woman said that she did what she did out of love…
(It always seems to have to do with love. Doesn’t it?
To get it or to get away from it.
Too little or too much…). 

(I don’t know…
But they like it when you cry.
They’ve been hurt too, you know.
And the sun is never new. It’s just you).

(What can I say?).

(I do appreciate my cigarette in the morning!
Every morning…
And I promise I’ll try to smile again. 
I’m sure I can make it this time!).

(And by the way…
You wouldn’t be so surprised, if you didn’t lie all the time).

(I don’t know why you lie...
And then again, perhaps I do.).



Lars Eriksen 2006,


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Hold On To What You Got

You’re nineteen years old and fancy
That you’re fast as that Wild Bill—
You ride and shoot and go crazy—
Drink rye whiskey to your fill.

You bet that you’ll live forever
And never see a sick day,
Till some sense is knocked in your head 
That soon won’t go far away.

That buddy you said you’d kill for
Lays dead because he was shot—
And there was nothing you could do,
But hold on to what you got.

So you grow wrinkled and wiser
And think what you need is gold—
To buy your dreams and your lovers
As days and years make you old.

But the gold comes and then it’s gone
And only your kin stand by—
As you watch them die one by one
And all you can do is cry.

So you tighten up your cinches
And delight in God’s sad plot—
Then savor those you love the more
And hold on to what you got.


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JFK

 JFK     
 
 
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JFK 

JFK 



A Yankee so what we all loved him even when he went and fought on the PT boat 
that day you shot him you killed me as well the heart of America the heart went as 
well. 
Eye am as sure of this one thing that everything that eye have done since that day 
in history has been tainted by this one deed done the death of the American the 
death of just someone that was loved in a heart so full of sin it never recoiled 
from this dirty deed completely again his life goes on in his spirit so young and 
he stands in the white house in pictures remembered still being someone. 
 
           
 
 
 JFK 
 


Details | Haiku | |

Passed On

Your face now a blur
 lost in the haze of twilight
  from days long gone by.


Details | Free verse | |

Relishing Corpses

We see them in old movies,
aged sitcoms –
black and white
or fading color.

We hear ancient languages—
dead voices on sound tracks,
buried giggles, awkward squawks
of unexpected laughter.

We relish corpses—
old friends,
remembered relatives
stiff in brown photographs.

Reels creak, VHS tapes moan,
DVDs hum silently 
with sprocket holes, 
white scratches in sky,
burnt nitrate edges of night.

We relish corpses.

They are us.


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All Alone

Walking up a sandy draw-
Out in the desert land...
An oddity is what I saw,
Have buried in the sand.

“Saddlebags!” is what I thought,
“Dried up, and nearly gone.”
I wondered how they came to be,
Here in the sage and stone.

I dug them up, but underneath,
I caught a glimpse of bone.
And realized that it was, here,
Some traveler died alone.

Rotted cloth, a rusted gun,
Among the grim remains.	
“He almost made it,” mocked the the wind,
“His payback for his pains.”

I peeled apart the rotten bags,
And in my search I found-
A journal wrapped in oilcloth,
And it was leather bound.
				
I opened it, began to turn,
The pages I did bend-
“Where to start?” I asked myself,
Then started toward the end.

“Phoenix, May, of eighty-one-
Charley Wade, and me-
And when we pick the Pima up,
Our total will be three.”

He wrote about the journey,
Southeast, toward Mexico...
He spoke of virgin silver...
Of which, the three did know.

Apaches did for Charley-
Not far from Kitchen’s Well.
Buried near a watershed,
They left him where he fell...



The Pima died of snakebite,
The man was left alone...
Yet still the silver beckoned,
The fortune lured him on.

“I broke my leg at sundown-
And now my horse has run.
If Apaches do not get me first,
I just might eat my gun!

“Thirsty!” was what he wrote next-
“Ah, God, the sun is hot!
And I keep seeing water-
In places that it’s not!

Buzzards keep a circling-
I guess my race is run...
A shame a Tennessean.
Has to die here ‘neath this sun!”

I left him as I found him,
Half buried by the sand-
And realized that men like him,
Had founded our great land.

The guts to saddle up and go,
Where no one else has gone,
And fortitude, if need be,
To die there all alone.


Details | Elegy | |

This Vapid Life

This insipid existence,
This body betrayed,
Time, now short,
Now ao precious,
What do I say to my wife?
My beautiful daughters?
Why no happy ending?

Are they aware what I tried to accomplish?
How close I came?
How things where clicking so well
Just at the end....
And how much I loved them all?
This I pray they know,
I will watch over them, now,
Each minute night or day,
The sensitive one will feel my presence,
From the beginning,
The others may take more time
But one day we will all be united again,
Our cycles will be complete
And that day, for all of us,
That day will be a treat.

Mark and ALL his girls!!!


Details | I do not know? | |

Henson Histeria

(Dedicated to Jim Henson who died May 16, 1990.)

While you lived, you brought life to puppets.
You were the one who created the Muppets.
It was sad when You died eighteen years ago.
Millions of people treasured the Muppet Show.

You created Kermit the frog, Miss Piggy and other characters too.
When people see those TV shows and movies, they think of you.
On the awful day that you died, people felt pretty rotten.
You are dead but your puppets will never be forgotten.


Details | Elegy | |

My Friend Mark

I've known him since high school,
He had an immense impact on me,
Tosseled, curly blonde hair,
And always with a smile,
A musician's musician,
With talent a tad lower
Than he gave on,
I feared no audience when he was there,
He somehow comforted me,
He always had a bright outlook,
He was magic in a crowd,
With tales and totes to please us all,
He made a 40 watt bulb burn at 100,
I particularly remember he and Mike Joseph,
(Who stole an amp from me),
Sitting on the "Peeve Room" floor,
with acoustic guitars on laps,
Playing "Uncle John's Band"
To my delight, in 1970,
And all the music he opened me
up to, my God, he taught me so much...
Hence my great sadness at his passing,
When the angel of death came down to touch,
And take this musician, genius, and friend,
Into another celestial abode...
They left a hole in my heart,
Where once his gift of friendship flowed.


Details | Rhyme | |

Strewn

Chilled, silently strewn over the snow
like discarded timbers no one remembers
left behind dreams no one wants to know

How is it that we have come to this
bits and pieces left about for no one to reminisce
tatters of fantasy abandoned to a bleak winter kiss

Fallen aground
nowhere found
burried on the surface under white sound
no longer seen, felt, or anywhere around

Who leaves us behind so hard to find
without the hope or warmth of a familiar mind
is this how cruel our mothers were, so carelessly unkind



Details | Senryu | |

Widow

    held in my heart's hollow
dreams of yesterday with you
     only I  recall  .


Details | I do not know? | |

Angel of Death's Final Intimacy

I stand here silent there before you…. your tears, they mean nothing to me….



It seems as though you fear me…taking your life…?

Your life is so small and insignificant, it holds no meaning at all….

You soul is so corrupt, I want to cry at the beauty of it….

You have fallen into the despair of anger, and you have murdered someone 
dear….

It sleeps dormant inside me, and as I wake it slows fades and rides away to 
become lost….

Like a lullaby sung long ago it repeats brokenly….

Just like me, it is hollow….

I can’t wait until this suffocating pulse can be released….

And no one remembers your slowly fading memory….

This heart beat imitates life….

They seemed so dark and it held no gleam….

And yet, I had watched you and felt the stinging of water behind my eyes….

And when my lips touch yours slowly….

I realize I want to save you….

So I will slowly raise you up with me, into the cold arms, and warm fingers of my 
heart….

So leave you’re last lullaby behind as you’re good-bye, and watch as I cry…. 


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At the graveside...

I held the strap taut, bowing down at the dirt,
six feet or more, the rectangular hole,
no sweetness or welcome, just earth on the lid
where resided the bones of the previous soul.

Lowered with care, my brother and I
and two other bearers toiling behind,
the cheap gleaming wood decked with cheap plastic brass,
to a standstill of rest, to an end of a kind.

“The Lord is my Shepard,” we murdered off key
as the wind blew accompaniment over the hill;
ravens took flight to the overcast sky,
rain fell sporadically, spattered with chill.

I remembered her photos of when she was young,
spread on the frayed pinafore there in her lap,
a patchwork of sepia, white and grey dreams
she no longer remembered, her mind set to snap.

The scant recognition then blurred in her eyes,
drained simian brown, no more clear and blue;
her head wisps of silver, mere gossamer strands,
adrift and unkempt, no light shining through.

Her sad loss of reason, the slump of her spine,
the cloud-bank rolled in with no instant of pause,
the stealing of dignity, ravage of time,
the theft of her life, of the woman she was.

I cried her no tears, assigned her no grief,
brushed the rose in my pocket, the flower I hid;
when no one was looking, I bade her farewell,
dropped the rose and a kiss down onto the lid.

When asked about tributes, the family replied,
“She didn’t want flowers, so we’ve done as bid,”
I sat there in silence, bit down on my tongue,
for I knew, from one person, she did.


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I Sketch A Woman


On this big, wide, silver screen--- 
created, for the grandeur of the crafty 
artisans of the soup, where creation 
of love is the theme, where hate 
does not dwell, I sketch a woman, 
so young and innocent, the flowers’ gatherer. 

Look, she’s still taunting 
the bumble bee, hungry 
for the nectar of the gods.

O thee, Saint of all Saints, I ask you 
please, guide me in sketching 
this woman of my life. Help me, to remember 
her beauty and smile, the way I met her, ‘cos without 
you, this is not easy, for many years had passed, 
since the day she left me, to meet you!


Details | Elegy | |

Here

Somehow I know when you're here.
Goosebumps, and cold chills
Alert me that you're near,
I suppose many would be struck with fear,
But knowing you still exist, brings but a joyous tear
Five years gone, I think of you,
Each minute of every day.
I remember things we did together,
I remember what you had to say
Life is seperated by a curtain of fate
Those times you were alive,
And now the time you ain't

I touch your things, I don't know why,
It's as if I'm hoping to try
To feel the essence of you,
And be among the few,
To reestablish our broken connection
With a soulful of belief injection.

I miss you
I miss you,
I will wait patiently,
Until you again I see.


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Doom's Day

                                            One of the most widely spread legends
                                                 Linked directly into sectarianism 
                                                  Coming from  the city of Belfast 
                                                                  Was 390904 
                                                       Which claimed to  be spelled
                                                           Backwards in a mirror 
                                                                   ' No Pope'









Entry For John Heck's Contest



What Movie Am I  ?


Details | Verse | |

As The Years Fall Away

As the years fall away with autumnal ease 
  Projecting the memories far into the days 
Tinged with a sadness that harnessed the breeze, 
  Blown through the canyons of spirits to raise. 
And the eyes cloud and yearn with a faraway sheen 
  For she who was gentle, beatific and kind, 
A feeling of longing for all that has been 
  And continues to be in the birthday girl mind. 
Somewhere lies a place where the sun never sets, 
  It beckons and calls through the bars of a cage, 
Where the past is a mistress paroled of regrets 
  And we remain children, whatever our age.


Details | Ode | |

Old Warrior

Old warrior, in the bar...
Sips on his small, warm beer...
It's still 1943 to him...
And inside he still holds fear...
The world hanging on the edge,
Of uncertainty....
What the future held,
No one could see....

Served his country,
Of that he's proud....
Seems no one any longer cares...
And his fellow warriors are now,
Above the cloud...
Soon he'll climb those stairs...

Vanishing like dinosaurs,
This American-Spartan hero...
Has little left to do...
Ask him about World War II,
He'd be glad he met you...

To show interest
In his sacrifices...
His wounded memories...
His changed life...
His long dead buddies,
His long dead wife...

His mate long gone,
He stares blindly at the TV,
Dressed in the poverty he lives
No one can get inside his head,
Save those so long dead...

He has nothing else to do
Be home alone, with old address books,
Of all his long dead friends,
Photos meaningless,
Except to him,
Time has cheated him,
By leaving him here
In the lonely bar, so dim...

Struggling to make ends,
Six dollars on the bar,
The past in the air,
At home he never cooks,
He just no longer seems to care....

Cigarette smoke in the air,
A forbidden pleasure now,
No one seems dare...
Used to be normal,
Things have changed so,
But not our old warrior,
He'll be the last of his kind
To go...

If today is his last,
That's just fine with him....
His future days will be the same...
The final die is cast.


Details | Cowboy | |

Festus

He wore a floppy, chewed-up hat
And he came to replace Chester,
Who limped off to a better deal
And then let sad feelings fester.

On Gunsmoke they called him Festus,
But his real name was Ken Curtis—
At first no one knew what to think,
Because Chester’s leaving hurt us.  

His talk was high and real scratchy
And he spoke with a mountain twang—
Of course it was just put on thick,
For we all knew that he once sang. 

Seemed like he needed a close shave,
His whiskers were mangy and wild—
He screwed up his face like Popeye—
It was hard to tell if he smiled.

It just seemed that he was cranky—
Most times had loud words with old Doc—
Out of fun they always quarreled—
Guess we thought that they’d never stop.

There was Marshal Dillon, Newly,
Sam the barkeep and Miss Kitty—
And those jingling spurs of Festus,
Long silent now – it’s such a pity. 

Doc, Kitty and Sam are gone, too,
And Gunsmoke is long off the air—
Didn’t know how good Festus was,
Till we looked around and he wasn’t there.


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Caterpillar

Cocking a small blue shovel in her hand,
my four-year-old, Amanda, chops earth
in the garden.  It is warm, a moist thing
to our digging.  We bring forth ocher nails,
a blue shard of stoneware, a white grub
like a marble chip from an ancient city.

We unearth rocks, dark roots, clear green glass,
till pausing, Amanda points her shovel toward
something moving - slowly contracting across
our wreckage.  We watch as it tumbles into
the chasm, spins as if in dance,
seeking a hand, a hold on earth.

I hesitate, watch, as the caterpillar climbs
up from the cup of hole, legs frenzied
with a fear of falling.  No, I start to say
as Amanda tosses dirt back into it, covering
the worm with the finality of darkness.

We watch the stillness, till like Lazarus,
it rises, blooms forth from the earth
to scurry from our ruins into the wet
spring grass, its body writhing, disappearing
into those weeds, ephemeral as that moment,
              our lives and a thousand Parthenons.


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Chuckles

Today I found out,
That the Doctor wants to see me...
Something in my bloodwork,
No surprise to me...

A 6 month life sentence to live,
Not a surprise to me,
Livin' all the time,
In awful agony..

No one can understand
How this can make me smile...
And I hold my tongue,
Try this pain but for awhile

Expansive dreams
Of eternal sleep,
Make me smile,
While others weep

I'll pick my casket,
And clothes to wear,
Not that I need them,
Who'll be there?

And have my first
goodnight's repose,
Time enough later,
for others to criticize my clothes.

I'm sitting in the first row,
Of cheap folding chair,
No one can see me,
But, trust me, I was there

Tears shed for effect,
For others there too,
I doubt if any real loss,
Would fool me or you...

The lid is closed,
My last trip to start,
Flowers abundant,
Breaking heart..

Not their's, trust me
I know much better,
But those who want
To leave tears wetter,

To fool the fools,
Little do they realize,
Every one, sees
with unjaundiced eyes,

That real is real,
And not is quite not,



Details | Elegy | |

THE LEGACY

In circumstances unknown
She left this world alone;
Neath the fast flowing Ouse-
Judge not nor accuse!

This lovely wife of thirty-one
Whose beauty does transfix and stun;
Dying in circumstance unknown-
Leaving Arthur bereft,alone!

Heartbroken,distraught he searched
In weather so bitter and cold;
Until a final illness took hold--
A family tragedy,manifold!

Orphan Lily wept alone,
just five with no family home;
The Great War now just begun-
Her tiny world,undone!

In circumstances unknown,
Frances left this world alone;
Her legacy lingered to expand-
In the fair looks,of her daughters-grand!





Details | Free verse | |

Hells Angel

Hells Angel
We talked a bit like two similar beings for eye was drunk
and justifying it badly he was not unkind to me if not fully truthful it is just their way 
he had his identification card and pulled it from his wallet as eye gave him two 
dollars he was inclined to talk so eye told him my troubles it is not wrong to get 
delivered from trouble no matter sometimes where it may come from a boy who 
was very much wasted had troubled and threatened me and eye had a new 
found friend so listen as eye bend ewe ear and his was a motor car like a Ford or 
a Buick his trunk would not close he had very nice clothes on his boots what a 
shine and he showed me his Driver’s License with the  Hells Angel LOGO the 
Chapter and Verse of his Chapter. He was fingering his knife in his hand to 
make sure it was sharp as eye noticed it he grinned. That day of my life eye was 
scared for eye thought it was the end of my life. He seemed sorry to see me 
leave a little like a bad B version of a best friend.
He sent the speed freak a reproach for bothering me
And eye never told no one this story
Eye knoe what they mean.
When they say there is the Devil to pay?
That poor boy is not troubling no old man today.


Details | I do not know? | |

Not Yet

Destituted from the highest throne
Shivering under the cold rain alone
To excess I am prone, but this I will demand
I beg you, Beloved do not leave this grey land

The steps echoing with the memories of your smiles
I can still see your laughter dancing on the tiles
Of this empty hallway we used to share
I dare yell, plead, don't you dare!

Leave me stranded into this foreign winter
To none of my needs it is able to catter
Oh, Love, there is still so much to do together
Your luminescent presence gone, I catch a feather

Symbol of utmost radiance
As I lose all my patience
I can't stand it anymore, I forbid you to leave!
To find yourself being alike the autumn leaves!

Not yet Love
Not yet a Dove
Not yet Love, not yet, I'm not yet in Heaven
So please, run away from the ominous Raven

Don't die yet, my one true Love
Don't depart for a land high above
I've yet to gain those porcelain wings
As the oppressive bell of death rings

I have yet to earn the title of Angel
A spirit to hear the chorus of a bell
With your name inscribed on it with impurity
And I know I will not get away with impunity

But in the end, it does not matter
As I watch it go down, this meter
Soon, it shall come unavoidable
The Bittersweet, so damnable!

I will not try to lie
I have still yet to die
So please, be patient, just a little longer
So I may welcome you, in those lands yonder...

And instead of crows eating at our rotting corpses
Into the night where the firefly boldly dances
You will find us to be nothing more than pair of dove
Dying together, writting The End in common, for Love

A flame long divided, united in demise
Bound into eternity by scarlet ties

A wildfire, spelling words of Us


Details | I do not know? | |

A Year at the Chelsea

Edie cries for everyone, thrown into bins
Dylan cried the blues
Joni parted yellow curtains

At The Chelsea this afternoon
overpaid prophets,
socialites and sattelites collide.
Take me away
bring me back to that Chelsea.

Broken free will combusts,
change your frame,
carry a shudder
but hold on so tight,
grasp irrelevant notions.

Keep everything at bay,
when the facade crumbles
you'll fall apart.
Nothing keeps you up.
When you were living in The Chelsea
I would walk by everyday.

When the glamour of it fades
you are empty and gone,
your blood wont flow
and you'll break down.
When you realize you aren't whole anymore.
Twenty eight, seventy one.
Faded.
When you trust too much.


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Picture

It stands on a bookcase shelf in the kitchen.
A picture of my father and me.
"Chillin'" at our favorite watering hole,
Smiles and seemingly happy,

Don't know why this one time,
Brought the surf wave of pain,
at that point,
I'd successfully glanced at it,
dozens of times at home,
And it was merely a keepsake
for this joint,

But this time I really paid heed,
And, I can tell you, my heart started
to bleed,

We were so happy, with identical
shirts,
Reading the paper, engaging in
flirts with skirts,
Playing our Quick Draw,
Rubbin' our scratch offs
Talking with pals,
Joking with the bartender,
Laughing with gals.

Those days are over,
And that realization did hurt,
Yet another bow to the power of death,
The embezzler of once dreamy hopes,
Now reduced to but counterfeit 
Living in a world without him
Somehow the lights grew dim

No more "riding shotgun" in my car,
No more bantering at the bar,
No more grocery shopping for two,
No one to share a meal with you,

No one to complain to of your pain,
No one to share an umbrella with,
in the rain...
No Goodnights! No more I Love You
Just a world grown so blue

It's not my fault, I remind myself,
But God' will, In wisdom I can't see,
Because his loss ripped
the heart out of me. 


Details | Rhyme | |

Dark Rain

The dark rain falls upon the world
  And drowns the stifled cries,
And bathes with faithless vision
  The grieving parent eyes;
And in it’s cold descending
  And it’s desolate decision
Cuts the very cord of life
  With a hand of God precision.

The pieces that are scattered
  Are emotions in that rain,
Bled of designation,
  Swirling down a silent drain;
And as the night approaches
  And the light invites stagnation,
All the trains grind to conclusion
  At a cold and empty station.

The dark rain is an emblem
  And a harbinger of death
 Yet our love is great, defying
  Any stilling of the breath;
For the short time we remember
  Puts an end to grief and crying
The short time that you had
  A timeless source of love undying.


Details | Free verse | |

Hands.

These are my hands, take them.
Wire up the skies with lights set white with moments.
We'll pluck each one and mesmerize the past
with distorted faces of the present
Laughing, tearing pools of liquid star glaze
remembering each bleached engravement as if it was our last.
These are my hands, use them.
Milk up the night with revelries of grief.
Under these lights, these moments have no judgement
They warm up to your senses and will mirror your emotions
whilst containing the form of a thousand minutes passed
and changed by what you said or did.
These are my hands, hold them.
Wilt into them and let the lights shine without you holding them up.
Drift off to sleep with your cheek in my palm
in utter safety and confident love.
These brilliant lights won't dim tonight, or tomorrow.
When you get too tired, I'll hold your memories up 
tiptoes and heels, if need be.

These are my hands, and this moment, about to be hung in the sky,  is yours.


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

This Old Home

Old home of brick and wood.
Full of history.	
Weathered brown.
Shingles crumbling and falling from the roof.
Windows faded and black, reflecting nothingness.
Vines stretching and crawling to the roof.
Leaves of green and russet,
Ladders lean extended in the air.
Only their tops can be seen.
There is a small porch.
Nature has enclosed that in green vines tied like a bow.
Darkness shrouds the backyard.
There is a skinny tree with limbs bent to caress the ground.
It seems to stand guard for intruders.
There is an eerie silence around this place.
A mystery lies in this old home.


Details | Free verse | |

Even Stars Explode

"Flaring nostrils...
Eyes, slits of anger-
Pouting mouth
of disbelief....

How could this be?
How have I sinned?

Where are-
My sons...?
My friends..?.
My curiousity-
is in awe-

Abandoned-
Like a sinking ship...

Even the rats
Run from me....

What is my sin?
Being too human?
In a money-laden
World of sh__

No thread of love
Seems to evade
The wallet

No sense
But of self-concern,
Do I see...

I'm no better,
Or wasn't...
Till my eyes
Were ripped open
By misfortune,
And betrayal...

Alone in my room-
Memories mist about me...
Vapors of the past...

Do others-
Have vapors too?

Where is the love
The golden tongued
Promises of old-
Grasping feverishly...
In sinful delight...

Dream-like, these memories
They serve me no good-

For they are,
Like the contrast
On a TV set...

What is...
What isn't...
What could have been...
What is likely..

It's hot-
Flies swarm about,
There is no
Toilet paper
To wipe away,
This sh__
of a life...

There is no lipstick,
You can put,
On this pig
Of a life
To change it
It is what it is
It will stay what it is...

I sleep alone-
Dream of the Past

Miss those I've lost
And wonder-

Wonder-
Wonder-

Does anyone miss me?
Seems unlikely
My phone is dumb-
The horns of hell
Ring in my ears

Stars are born...
Stars explode...
Galaxies collide-

Of what little-
Consequence-
Is this_
Ruptured life?

Once I sat
Next to the sea
I saw...
The awesome moon
I sent my mind...
Into a field..
of stars

Stars are born...
Stars explode...

Some twinkle out...
Into white dwarves- 
Or collapse
Upon themselves...
Into Black Holes...

I seem to
be-
A collapsing sun-
Ready to implode-
Into the Black Hole-
Of nothingness-

Saddest part is-
No one will care-

Not even me!

It is what it is...
So it goes...

Maybe soon
To see...
My beloved
parents
once more."


Details | Ballad | |

The words

And so the story goes...

Here we met.
You were funny and I laughed.
You were sensitive and I prodded.
You chased and I ran.
But I was sad because--
No, if I say the words, they're true.

Here we loved.
In your arms I saw safety.
In your words I saw security.
In your eyes I saw eternity.
Still, I was afraid to be loved because--
No, if I say the words, we're over.

Here we fought.
You spend all your time apologizing.
I spend all my time saying it doesn't matter.
But it does. You're hurting me and I'm hating you
And you'd understand if I just said--
No, if I say the words, you'll leave.

Here we parted.
I let you go and you hate me.
You brush me off and I cry and hurt and die.
You say you'll never forgive me but
If I told you--
No, if I say the words, you'll hurt.

Here we ended.
You've written me off. Filed me away. Sealed the room.
I still dream of you. Wish for you. Wait for you.
I'm the one who broke your heart.
You're the one who owns mine.
And sometimes... just sometimes I imagine you.
I imagine you holding me as I sob and I scream and I live the words.
I'm dying.


Details | Bio | |

My Home

I walk down a hall of memories
Climb stairs to the past
To rooms no longer existing
But in my remembrance
Long torn down, turned to dust
Like my dreams of yesterday
Meals cooked and shared
With the ghosts of the past
Loved ones disintegrated
under sacred grounds
Dissolved to my history
By means to me a mystery

Yet, in my dreams
They live again
and someday I will
be reunited;of this I'm sure

Till then, we meet only
on the soft pillow of sleep.


Details | Free verse | |

A'waiting Dream

Finally got some sleep,
 'cause the Sandman,
who finally, in, did creep....

Awoke at 10 pm,
A dream of her again....
Someone not seen in near 40 years,
Still with the power to elicit tears,

I don't know how or why,
I should still feel a need to cry....

I blew a golden chance...
At a world class hot romance...

Awoke all a'sweat
And if I could, I would
surely bet...

She has long forgotten me...
Amidst her life and family...

But somehow I can't shake
the memory,
Of her love embracing me..

So thoughts, regrets, of her
I'll carry....
Past the coffin's death kiss
I'll marry
That golden day in the sun...
When we danced together
as one.....
Just that, inside, I do still cry
To pass the day when I do die.


Details | Quatrain | |

What You Leave Behind

I touched upon an old handkerchief
That sent my mind to better days
The scent of perfume was held within
As the image of you left me crazed

Alive you were again standing before me
That smile only you possessed, held me dear
It was as if you had never left me
Still standing close, so very near

Each time I hold something you left me
So many things then come to mind
But I only see the positive, the beauty
For that is what you left behind…

Memories left, for me to find


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Here Again

A sigh
of memory
Slips past
my lips
Unchallenged...

A weathered
acceptance...
Of today's
reality
remains...

But hours
of love...
Long remembered...
continues
Dancing in 
shadows
Across my
darkening window...
You are here again...


Details | Ballad | |

THE GENTLENESS IN HIS BEAUTIFUL VOICE

In the early fifties...Elvis
was an unknown singer,
who struggled to be heard...
to be taken to stardom;
so he paid four dollars
for his first record
to cheer up this great nation...
'till its early inflation!

There was a certain provocation and gentleness
in his soft, unique voice...
enough to draw world-wide attention;
if boredom seeped into any soul,
it would turn into a feeling so joyful...
just by listening to his songs!
Ma and gradma finally gave in:
they listened to it without considering it a sin!

The gentless in his beautiful voice,
and the honesty in his warm looks...
couldn't be ignored;
and it was felt from Memphis
to Las Vegas..
from North America to Europe,
and anywhere Elvis' s
golden voice was heard!

Some folks considered rock and roll evil,
my generation idolized it...
it started to give music
an up-tempo that changed it forever;
and when he died,many assumed
that he would be buried along
with his legendary name...
they were so misled and wrong!

It's August...a sad month to remember,
and I sit by an old record player...
sadly playing his vinyl records
as if he were still alive:  frantically dancing,,
and singing his lyrics with ease!
Elvis, all that I remember...
all that I treasure of your rich life,
that ended in tragedy,
is the unsurpassed passion
you put into your splendid career!

Elvis, you didn't go without 
a remembrance or a tribute:
my thoughts are put into words with affection,
and my lyrics are set to music to up-lift me; 
and who's to say...that I am mistaken:
not to be proud  of everything you achieved,
and of the influence you had on me?  



Details | Senryu | |

#5

Forgot the feeling

Shall I go outside and play

Give me peace again