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Details | Free verse | |

Mother is Dove

Modest woman moderate woman
Your inner beauty strikes me
Like the tongue of noble eloquence
More than gold even refined gold
Or our purged fulgent silver.

Black woman proud woman
Your pride is not haughty
But a humble pride of eaglets;
Your black eyes are so glittering
As the eyes of our dark rivers
Filled with messages of peace
That banish the broody turmoil
From those panting hearts
Of your foreigned offsprings.

Gentle mother diligent mother
Your kindness kindles the fires
Of my heart –
Your dexterity dresses
The table of our ageless history
And the thought of your being
– Oh kind mother! –
Makes the most delicious menu 
For my heart.

I remember your naked feet
Fast and fair as a pigeon’s limbs
Treading the invisible paths
Almost covered by shrubs
Small shrubs misted by the prime mist.

I remember the wood from the wood 
The water from the water 
And manifold items from jungle alleys 
Borne by your delicate hands
And upon your soft black-haired head.

I remember the constant match 
To markets and to farms
And your bright face smeared with 
The ash dust
Making you more beautiful
Than any woman whose feet
Ever touched the naked earth.

I remember those burdens
Upon your cheerful kin-souls 
And babies strapped to your backs
Babes full of unspoken words
To unborn others in patient wombs
Waiting in an endless turn –
Indeed, mother is dove!
A black dove and a dark huntress
A hunter’s gift from the maker?

Mother is like a weaver-bird
Building a big foot-like nest
Filled with corn and warmth
A bundle of eagle-flight
Mother is dove
And the hunter calls her
The clan’s eternal dove.

Oh, mother loving woman 
Gentle as our black horizon
To you we humbly come
From these far and lonely lands
Hoping to grace our love and beauty
Before that jealous grave
Makes her temporary feast.


Details | Narrative | |

A fountain for Carmela

A Fountain for Carmela....
 
In the village of Santa Maria, high in the mountains lived a little girl named Carmela. It has 
always been the tradition of the women to carry water from the well no matter how far and bring 
it home.  This was done sometimes twice a day.  
 
 
It was another beautiful morning as the Sun began to rise.  Outside the front door, brightly 
colored Parrots were singing sweet songs as Carmela’s mother, Esperanza, prepared the 
morning meal of tortilla’s, black beans and sweet coffee.  Carmela so enjoyed sitting next to her 
mother by the cooking fire.  This was her time, alone with her mother, learning how to tend the 
fire and grind the maze that she loved the most. 
 
 
As her Mother dipped her ladle into the water jug, it was plain to see that it was almost empty.  
Carmela looked into the jug and asked….
 
 
"Mama, can I carry the water today?"  Little Carmela asked, she was so happy to be old enough 
to do such a thing.  Her mother had taught her how to balance the jug on top of her head just 
right, so as not to spill even drop on their many trips to the well.  But the well was half a day’s 
walk down the mountain and back and she had never gone all by herself.  It was a hard task for 
sure but her familia needed water for cooking and cleaning.


Details | Personification | |

Heart of The Sea

The heart of the sea is a mother's heart
She is the great ancestral mother of all life on the planet
Deep within the mysterious waters of her womb
she conceived and gave birth to the first life form
which evolved into more complex organisms
that live on the land and in the air

She is an essential part of the planet's ecosystem
feeding the clouds which bring rain and snow
that sustain life on the earth
Through tiny ocean plants and photosynthesis
she removes carbon dioxide from the air
and converts it to more than one half of the oxygen
in the earth's atmosphere

She is the great food provider to the planet
having her own internal food chain
with tiny phytoplankton at the lower end
and enormous sharks and whales at the upper end
She feeds creatures from the land and air 
that venture to fish in her waters

She is a thing of beauty even in her enraged fury
with massive waves towering over a hundred feet
and the seething white foam of her waters
This has been her action
even before the advent of man on the planet
Man must respect her behaviour 
or suffer death and destruction if he does not

She is a thing of beauty in her calm stillness under the setting sun
which lights up the evening sky in its glorious splendour
and paints a glistening beam of light on the water's surface
in line with the sun and surrounds it
with brilliant colours of the rainbow



Details | Haiku | |

Surf Therapy

Mother Ocean please
Send me waves of such beauty
I need Therapy


Dedicated to my Dad on Father's Day 2013
The man who introduced me to the ocean and educated me about it and gave me reason to love appreciate and respect it.


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

The Rain and Wind

The wind blew events all over the place.
Intense emotions and it gave chase.
Lightning lighting to show us the sky.
People try to sleep and not cry.
Wisping by the wind keeps us awake.
The time trying to sleep the storms take.
Chills in everyone gives all shiver.
The clouds surrounded by moonlight is silver.
Heavenly prayers that the rain will stop.
The flood stopped a car the person in it was a cop.
People have seen such devastation.
The road that people made was week in creation.
Rivers near by was over flowing.
Trees that were there was not showing.
By the hour it claimed many.
My father woke up and did not see any.
Floating by was a boat.
Keeping people above water and a float.
My father kept a canoe.  
That some day we would use it, that he knew.
Time to paddle up and down the street.
The rain water kept getting on our seat.
It was so dark after the moon was behind the cloud.
Still the noise of thunder still covered the ears loud.
The smell of moist water never seem to go away.
My brothers seem to still sleep anyway.
My head was bobbing up and down.
I was so tired that I could not hear a sound.
The wind blew back and fourth.
It seems that my mom and dad paddle their worth.
Till all the people we saw with grace.
Help us out with embrace.
The time was so late at night.
Everyone was so sleepy and losing sight.
The fight with the weather was so hectic.
The feelings of energy was electric.
Losing to such natural disaster is hard to understand.
When people working hard to block the river with bags of sand.
With hard workers like my mom and dad.
They make things happen that is not bad.
Rough with weather they experience more than ever.
Leaders they are they are very clever.
From the night light of street lights to the morning glow.
The wind did not stop so.
Bringing in more clouds that ill.
The people who were still tired still had will.
The rush of water and waves blasting push the wall side.
Pushing and the force brought water inside.
The battle of our hour was getting long.
Backup people came to aid us was strong.
Rested they were to keep everyone with hope.
The people stopped the water with the strength of rope.
Heavy rain and loss of homes bring people together.
It is kind of sad that this was the only time to gather.
Chaos comes happiness how true.
This is why we are human that gives us a clue.
It is our nature to keep rain falling.
To know when it is time for our calling.
The winds bring such pain and sorrow.
That is why rain sometimes fallow.








Details | Free verse | |

Song of a Teenage Girl 1/2

PRELUDE

The song expresses the feelings of an Indian village girl. Her parents have fixed her
marriage (It generally happens in the rural areas of India, even to-day). She is about to
leave for the first time for her in-law’s place. She do not want to go to her  father in
law’s place leaving her parents, her soul mates friends the animals and birds.  The song
sketches the tender feelings of her heart for her Mother, Father and Brother & for the
animals and birds, whom she used to look after until now as her most precious friends and
who taught her how to sing a sweet song.  

Song of a Teenage Girl      1/2


Why you are sending me to an alien place, the place of my in laws, O Mother dear and Father,

I played and enjoyed my child hood and youth, in your courtyard O dear Mother & Father,

You always kept me on your eyelids like a pearl of tears,

O Mother, you always kept me close to your bosom, like the beatings of heart, where I laughed and bloomed. 

O Father, after quarrelling with my brother, I used to weep for hours, 

Whenever you call my name, I used to be so proud of you, O my dear Father.

O Father, by seeing a smile on your face, we used to bloom like a flower.

Then,  why you are sending me to an alien place*   O My Mother and Father *,


Please listen to me, O dear Father & Mother, if you have already decided to send me to my in-laws,

-Now you have to give food and water to the Parrots on the Tree.


-O, Mother you have to give now fodder and water to our Cow in our courtyard.

-And do not forget to give grains to our oxen Chun Mun, whom I look after in our fields.

-My melody singing Koyal* would be sitting and waiting for me on the Mango tree.

O Mother, it is Koyal,   who taught me how to sing a sweet song,

Please do not forget to look after that lovely singing bird.

Listen to me, O My dear Father & Mother, if you have already decided to send me to my in laws,

All my birds, animals and my childhood friends would be waiting for me with tearful eyes, O Mother,

Please tell them your daughter has left this place forever and has gone,

To her in laws, a place so alien to her.   ....  concluded in part 2             

Ravindra

Kanpur  India. 17th October 2010    			


Details | Rhyme | |

My Grans House

I think I may have told you once before
Of my grans house but I’m not sure
The old post office it was called
As a child by it I was enthralled

Into the house from the pavement you went
Two up two down but love in every sentiment
The lounge was small I suppose petite
All was kept orderly, clean and neat

Down a hallway to the back
A fire place lead black
Outside the back door a water pump
From which water my grandma would hump

So the kettle on the stove
Could brew tea for all who rove
So you could wash your hands and face
This was not a flashy place

In the hallway I recall 
Stood a cupboard six foot tall
Filled with homemade jam and honey
In those days hard up for money

We would bathe in a tin bath
If not you would incur her wrath
Cleanest first dirtiest last 
Those were the rules held hard and fast

In the bedrooms a bowl and jug
No sink to hold a plug
Toilet down the orchard in the yard
A gazunder for your needs life was hard

Yet in this little place
This old lady with wrinkled face
Lived to a ripe old age ninety two
I still miss her now it’s true


This house was in Pembridge Herefordshire, she would always give us a threepenny bit to spend in those days that bought quite a bit, lovely lady always loved,.


Details | Personification | |

Natures Nomenclature

Cool is the air, cool is the sea,
Everything seems splendid, like season of blee.
Being on the banks, how I wonder…
God has created our planet, with no scope of blunder.
Flows with a flow, our flowing river,
Deludes everyone in sunshine, the flow of the silver.
Sings on high notes, a group of lark,
Accompanied by blossom flowers, on branches of the bark.
Mountains touch the widest sky,
Like one’s imagination, with an ambition so high.
Unsteady is my state of mind, trying to flee,
Similar to the wave, moving in the sea.
Around me was everything like the air I breathe,
Now I can only see nature endeavoring death.
Responsible are we, for we spoiled the blend,
The world which is dooming, is by our dirty hand.
There is no other way except praying on our knee,
Oh dear nature! Please guide, as your children are we,
We will take in our hands, to spread the glory of nature,
Oh dear mother! Enlighten our way with your nomenclature.
                                                                  
                                                                  -‘Panchi’ Panchal Hitesh


Details | Rhyme | |

The Power of One Hour

For just one hour, we live as our ancestors did
     Reading, writing, sharing the Earth by candlelight
From our obligations to Mother Nature we hid
     Our eyes have become blinded, one with the night

Nature’s bounty has been squandered for too long
    We strip forests, mines, and drill for oil in pristine sea
Should we have expected no punishment for this wrong?
     Wouldn’t you prefer a world where creatures all run free?

These cages, prisons, contain endangered species
     At 8:30 tonight though, Mother Nature is taking charge
Locked doors will open, even the one your heart sees
     Is one hour without light enough time to recharge?



Written March 29, 2012 for Nikko’s “Beyond Earth Hour” challenge
"If you can, please turn off your lights for an hour 
on Earth Hour 2012 ---March 31 ----8:30pm. Thanks :)" 


Tip:  Wait until hot summers or cold winter to turn on the heat and air.  I cut my utility bill in half by “dressing” for the temperatures, rather than use heat or air conditioning.  In the summer I turn off the hot water – cool water feels much better on a hot day.


Details | I do not know? | |

You're There, I See You

I close my eyes in darkness
While the world lies down to sleep
As a father and a husband
My family’s mine to keep
Protect them? I am willing
I am always there on guard
But, when I’m not and far away
I trust You are, oh Lord

The rising sun of morning
Has my family’s eyes so wide
As the motor sounds of traffic
Fills the air that floats outside
And the people that are walking
Some are jogging, some just go
Makes me see, what truly is
And all I really need to know

God, You’re there… I see you

In the blue that reigns up in the sky
On the breath of clouds that float on by
The image of the homeless man
Who still offers up his time
As he asks not for, without doing first
So I give water to quench his thirst
To the flowers that grow in the park
And the trees that children climb

God, You’re there… I see you

While coming home at evening time
Knowing my family waits for me
I smile real wide as I walk along
So all the world can see
Maybe then they’ll see just what I see
And then take it on their way
With hopes that they will share a smile
And make better someone’s day

Now the sun has set, children tucked
With a kiss I gave to fall asleep
Standing at the door I see my wife
And I feel the love she gave to keep
I thank you Lord for all I have
For always seeing my family through
Because I know I couldn’t do this alone
That’s why I put my faith in You

God, You’re there… I see you

In the blue that reigns up in the sky
On the breath of clouds that float on by
The image of the homeless man
Who still offers up his time
As he asks not for, without doing first
So I give water to quench his thirst
To the flowers that grow in the park
And the trees that children climb

God, You’re there… I see you


Details | Verse | |

MOTHER 1

I could recall some years ago
The day that sealed the  deeds of the deal
And dot the long journey  of nine months
In my calendar of the years
The same brought about the cry 
That started the journey  of my childhood…
What a honey of motherhood?
An answer to your heart cry
                                            
You were assisted and ushered 
Into the labor room 
Like my savior was accompanied 
To Gethsemane and went further
With the burden of sin of perishing souls
He bent His knees in prayers; 
He sweated blood

So you lingered 'un-angered'
With the burden of a baby boy
You genuflected in labor 
Fear with joy loomed in the air
Swimming in the ocean tides of the clouds
And I could see water dripping 
Down your cheeks and nostrils
All because of me

Could I see any one that flogged you? 
No! It's I beating you from within 
Not with cane but with pains
Like a sheep before its shearer
You journeyed between life and death
All because of me!
 
It would have been simple if that was all
But I could see 
Like two of your younger ones
Even of your daughter's age 
Shouting at you
Push! Push! Push!
Else you kill this baby
What ridicule leading a miracle?
All because of me!

Push! Push! Push!
That was their shout and cry
That ushered me into a new world
Right at their ward
That was not because they're wayward
It was a labor room

It was labor for you
That which ignited my favour
What a pain heralding a gain?
But it was like a pay to me
I took it for a ride but 
It was mother’s pride and joy 
I thought it was play
Until she smacked and spanked me

Yet they succeeded
As they persuaded you and encouraged you
Then and there with flow of water 
And pool of blood you pushed forth 
And you pushed through.
 
I thought it was a favour and for my good
Only to see her hand carried me 
As if she was all out to help
But it was only to cut the cord
While I held my hands together
Lost in the comfort and dream 
Of the cosy womb  
She took me out of the comfort zone
She smacks and spanks me 
Again, again, and again
She made me to cry and never cared to say sorry
But told stories

He's another boy, she said
Right there she baptized me 
Into a new world
She dragged that thing 
She called cot to your side
And placed me in it
Alone I was laid crying
And all she did was to laugh at me
Mum. Her white uniform belied her act

Dedicated to V.A Aderounmu.
© Fisayo  Aderounmu.2012



Details | ABC | |

Wet lips

Last night I stood in the rain in my underwear.
I allowed the rain to be.
I didn’t run as a child would, laughing and loving the moment. 
I didn’t shake myself and curse the wet weather as my Mother would.
Nor did I hurriedly open an umbrella in a vain effort to hide from it.
No...No...No...I let the rain be.

I stood there with gentle water dripping down my face.
I allowed the water to be.
I didn’t reach for a towel as my Mother always did.
I didn’t shake my head as a young girl might in the shower.
Nor did I quickly wipe the drops from my face with my hands.
No...No...No... I let the water be.
Something happened while I stood there soaking wet.
Some of the rain stopped at my mouth.
It was almost begging me to taste it.
I did not spit it out like an old woman might.
I did not wipe my mouth like young men do and cough.
Nor was I horrified by the rain on my lips.
No...No...No..The glorious rain allowed me to be.


Details | I do not know? | |

Drops of Nature

From the trees of life, of the great green mother earth
To the free birds of the blue, father sky years of birth.
Nature’s true colors, are the beauty of something great
If you can not see the true colors, for you it’ll be too late.

Water as clear as diamonds, is a sign of its purity
The moon at its fullest, to be the sign of humanity.
Fish as happy as the others, jumping up really high
Birds as free as any other, flying fast in the sky.

This beauty we call nature, isn’t really beautiful till we see
The colors that we may miss, for its core that stands to be.
Drops of water from the wet full sky, I can here it said to rain
Age upon the strongest tree, from this I have made my cane. 

Nature being life, for the past present and future
Age has no affect, on the timeless beautiful nature.
Nature's snow is as white, as beautiful birch trees
Seeing a clear view, of the setting sun over the seas.

What we are calling the ocean, full of the depthful water
This liquid now a mist, was once mother earth's daughter.
Nature’s flashing son, now brewing a deadly storm
It’s considered ice cold, it’ll never be dry and warm.

Drops of water filled icicles, becoming a welcoming present
The beauty of unknown weather, sometimes not so pleasant. 
Beautiful Drops of nature, I will tell you what I want to say
No matter what is to come, it will always be here to stay.


Details | Haiku | |

Mother Haiku

          Mother Haiku

Fresh rain charms nature
Dew green leaves, squeeze, wet mother
Turns, hugs the day clean


Details | Free verse | |

May 17

I imagined you sitting there
On your wheelchair
Head to one side
Watching me water the garden
Reaching out to touch the bougainvillea
Smiling your crooked smile
 
The water gushed from the hose
And from my eyes
I miss you
Especially today,
Your birthday
Right on the eve of mine
And you aren’t here, Mama
You aren’t here.
 
I lost you too soon
Too soon, Mama
I’m not talking about the day
You passed away
I’ m talking about growing up
Knowing
Knowing that illness was eating away
Your life
Your hope
Your dreams
Your passion
Your joy
 
I grew up seeing the blood
The burns
The stiches
The lopsided smile
The hazy eyes
I grew up hearing....
The coughing
The slurred speech
I grew up knowing
Knowing...
That I’m losing you
 
I remember the afternoon
When you looked at me and said,
“You’re afraid, afraid I’m going to die, aren’t you?”
I heard the catch in your voice
And all the fears I’d held back
Came gushing out
And you held me as we both cried
Knowing
Knowing….our birthday celebrations together
Would be limited
 
Today is your birthday, Mama
May 17….tomorrow it’s my birthday
May 18…and through it all
I remember you
And I miss you
And I want you to know
All the things that are happening in my life
But you’re asleep…waiting for the wakeup call
To be free of your wheelchair
Of your prison
Mama, we’ll celebrate life together in heaven!
Soon, Mama!
It will be soon!


Details | Free verse | |

Sea of Souls

I see the sea of souls
overturned n washed away
I see their loss of love churning them 
toward the undertow
Their anguish bubbling to the surface
forming foam
poetry soup

Watching &
wading in this
slick of sadness,
i intuit my sinking in the sand.
Not from sheer weight 
but by all the hands
grabbing my ankles
trying to pull me in

The mother in me
wants to scoop them up
one by one
& sing them
sweet lullaby’s

The mother in me
Wants to cast a spell,
To calm the oceans,
To form shells
around their tender youth
Nd protect them 
from further lures

You see....
i have been in that frigid water many a time
It is where you & i have to go to die
& yet I know as sure as the rising n setting sun
we will all gladly walk that plank again
(Even if it means another mini death)

From under the water i must look like a God
An unattainable form bathed in light
an unattainable happiness out of reach
....what you cannot have
But, it is just i,
a simple caring soul 
gathering your words and hopefully you
someday


Details | Light Poetry | |

A lesson best learned

                                   A Lesson best Learned

Love is the entity in which
We are created from;
So Beautifully
As Pure and Sweet as
Honey combs!
Deep as the ocean floors;
In as quick as a flowing Brook steam.
Just as thy water covers thee earth;
She too loves without Limits
And So…so abundantly
For water is peaceful and tranquil

Patient for Change
She transforms from any and all circumstance;
Just to make its way
A little bit closer to you!
She misses you.
She calls upon His Holy Name;
When it seems you have drifted
A little too far
She blows from her own tune.
Listen!
And hear thy Word
And I groove to it ever so softy.
Her rhythm of love nurturer you;
And when the storm gets to hard to bare!
She carries you back to shore.
She teaches you with all thy might!
Her intimacy with our Heavenly Father
Stimulates your Faith in Him!
She dwells in Heavens View,
And placed amongst the up-most
Clouds of Grace.

To my Guarding Angel
I say unto you, Thank you!
“While favouor can be deceitful
And beauty may be vain:
But a woman that feareth the Lord,
She shall be praised.”
Give Her of the Fruit of her hands;
And let her own works praise her
In the Gates.”(proverbs 30,31)


Details | Free verse | |

The Way Susie Mae Used to Talk

Why dat gull crynin'?!  Hollin' like dat?!
She bleed'n uh som'in?!  No?!
Maybe she need soma' dat pank stuff, den?
You know!  Dat stuff!  Dat uhhh...   Dat uhhh...
Dat Bismorex!!  Yeah.  Dat Bismorex.  Hmmph!
Well, den, maybe huh flioncee left huh.
He pro'bly took dat rang back.  Heh, Heh.
You know him.  You know huh, too.
That ol' low down strumpet!
She be sleepin' wit ev'ry Tom, _ick and Harry in town.
Don't she?  Don't she?!  Don't she?!!
Fool, you know dat's right!
So sank me in Hell!  Shoot!
She sleep wit anythang that'll walk!
I'd leava' too.  Show would!  I wouldn't stay...
Well, den, if dat ain't it, I don't know what it is!
But I still wunda' wut dat gull crynin 'bout!
What?!  She jus' fakin' it again?!  Heh, heh, heh.
Child!  Dat's yo water dat's deep.
Heh, heh, heh.  Dat's yo water dat's deep.


My mother told me this story.


Details | Free verse | |

Elemental Magic

High upon Barton Creek sits a sacred spot
where water falls and love presides.

Hawks glide over rocky ridges and hiddren trails 
lead to rocky ledges.

Across the creek a magical gateway lies;
I will go there one day or perhaps I've already arrived.
As I sit  atop this rock touching elements combined;
air - earth - fire - water.

I feel the magic come alive as
tree touches rock, rock touches water, water surrounded by air,
sun shining down.  Mother Earth breathes in her beauty.
I am there breathing in with her; Mother Earth is alive as I am alive. 

And,  now  we live together in harmony once again, hopefully,
until the end of time.


Details | Rhyme | |

Salt water

Fragile is her heart, but with strength she stands,

Love is never her burden, soft are her hands.

With a smile she soaks up the tears,

A blanket of faith to cover her fears.

Forgiveness sits on the tip of her tongue,

Even if I've done the worst wrong.

She loves me more than I could ever know,

A mother's love doesn't need water to grow.

Grief has been given where water should have been,

It happens over and over, again and again.

Why she still loves me, so much so

Why she still cares, I will never know.

My heart has hardened, it sits sunken in scum,

There should be no forgiveness to what I have done.

Nothing to terrible, so still I think,

But I will not break the chains in this family link.

A mother's love does not grow from a seed,

But she is the water that her children need.

When a seed stops getting water, it grows cold and dies,

My mother's water, has come from her eyes.

Sorry mom, for being that blister under your skin,

For you having to dig at it everyday with a pin.

I know I have left scars in your spirit and heart,

I know these past couple months, I haven't been so smart.

I love you, even if you don't think I do,

There is nothing that will ever replace you.

I know I have to grow up and move on in my life,

I will make bad decisions and I will cause you strife.

I can make no promises telling you I will do right all the time,

Or that I will always be able to be here at the drop of a dime.

But I tell you this, cross my heart, I will try,

To always be honest to our family and never lie.

Thank you Mom for who you are and for loving me so,

It is your words of love and encouragement I will never let go.


Details | Free verse | |

Father, Mother, Destiny

I forgive you mother and father
For your mistakes
Will I be forgiven for mine? 
They say the sins of the parents
Shall be visited upon the children
So they have visited
And I embraced them 
In times of uncertainty
And ran from them in
In moments of clarity

Surely as the stone goes rolling
Down a steep slope
I too have fallen
And landed on bottom
Only to  brush myself off
To attempt yet another perilous climb
A venture to the top
Where I truly believed
Love and safety could be found
In a parents embrace

Destiny however had another plan
Because I continued to ignore
What the universe had in store
So I climbed
And so I fell

Perhaps it was my own pain
That kept me trying in vain
For I could not foresee
That you suffered as well
How could offer something
That you were never given? 

The flowers will not bloom
Without the water 
But what if you never received the water
To give in the first place? 
Now I understand mother and father

                                                                
                                               (pause)  




Fixate over what cannot be changed
Bang your fists on stone
It is your hands that will bruise
Scream to the moon 
Yell to the stars
Until your voice weakens
Drink yourself into oblivion
To suffer a sobering reality

Inflict your soul 
With the blade of self-hatred
Ultimately your heart alone will ache
So you will climb
And so you shall fall

Although I will no longer
Try to take
Clearly what cannot be given
Your love and safety
Always will be hungered for

But I have become a spiritual warrior
Amid a world full of harsh realities
And self serving persons
I have learned to give myself
The water for the flowers

Love can still be ascertained
The outside is cold
But the inside is warm
And in here
I found what lay dormant
Waiting to spring forth

Now the inevitable time has arrived
To put the burning question to rest
What would life have been like with you? 
The universe apparently has another design


                                                        (pause)  



Perhaps in the next life
On another world
In some other time
There will be a new plan

In the meantime
Let go and stop ascending
An unattainable hill
From which you will fall
Yes, the pain will still survive
But it is love for myself
That gives me the strength to be alive

So I forgive you mother and father
For your mistakes
All that I ask in return
Is forgive me for mine
For I too am only human


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A Day at the Little Beach

Walking down the graveled path
For a day at the little beach;
We picked up ripened persimmons
And purple muscadines along the way.
Butterflies fluttered around my wife.
Blazes of color lie under the trees.
Thousands of diamonds danced on the lake
Around several ducks with their bottoms up.
We took our shoes off on the little beach
And splashed along the shoreline.
We picked up rocks and skipped the stones
Between the passing boats and waves
That pushed and pulled us in shallow water.
Soon, I had to search for more stones
And persimmons, and I found a winged horse,
Pewter, on a black stringed necklace.
I tied it around my son's light brown neck.
He ran through the water bare back
And swam with his mom in shallow parts.
After our lunch of found-treats we walked,
And played and threw rocks in the water again.
My son drew my face in the wet sand.
We sat in the grass, soaked in the sun
And enjoyed the laughter and fun.


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The Dive

Under the deep blue
I watch the light emerge and break away
spinning with bubbles galloping ahead
as if to say, "It could be too late"
You are down here
and now the thoughts tear through the opening of my soul
and I see them,
my children
and I pray to escape the utter silence of the water
and memories of my mind
The top is so far away
I'm crawling up
my limbs spread through the cold water like an overturned crab
grasping for steadiness, straining for existence
Take me above to my life
darkness sees me and surrounds, swallows the air inside me
and waits
I begin to feel the quiet again
The flat sound, still, unyielding and breaking
My eyes pierce through the water and cut me
I see my children waiting for me
safely at home
while I drown in their sea