Sometimes in relationships our love defeats our lust, but sometimes not;
Sometimes in relationships our peace is kept by trust, but sometimes not.
Sometimes in relationships we, each to each, are hurt and held and healed;
Sometimes in relationships we share our heart and mind, but sometimes not.
Sometimes we are lost lovers, our lives blaze with brighter bursts of passion;
Sometimes we are best friends, we balance with compassion, but sometimes not.
Sometimes we are up-in-arms night and day, our battles are fought and won;
Sometimes we are at-loose-ends and struggle to be one, but sometimes not.
Sometimes we are with others, together we entertain family;
Sometimes we are you and me; two is good company, but sometimes not.
Where no sound escapes unchallenged above the din
of too many wars, waged for profits that have no future.
Lost now, only darkness clutches, upon his demise.
Fables, told ‘round friendly fires, chant his name eternal.
Birds of the forest, and fish in the sea, remembered his kindness forever,
and slowed in silence, when spirits spread the news of his demise.
From eastern tongues, chants heard in midnight chapels,
aglow in reverent prayer ‘till daylight dawned,
and rows of fallen soldiers, white stones of his demise.
His friends who could not broach the musket….lift the water pail,
and scorned the day of distant guns, their path was lost.
The masters of the chase cursed not of his demise.
Tho centuries turn, the din still heard, fresh enemies forged,
repeat once more, while mothers weep, their cries unheard,
and planes come home to belch caskets, filled with his demise.
The fallen sing from distant stars, so bright for all to see,
with blending light, the truth never dies.
Behold the day when all will see the end of his demise.
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Lightning , rainbows, mountains, oceans, clouds
What seems to be random in creation, taunts us.
Dreamy, drifting, sometimes dangerous
every emotion, every sense, every molecule connected.
Plants, creatures, meteors, moving into forever.
Seeds, stars, flowers hold impossible answers.
Time, mystery, untold generations of life forms;
every beautiful thing destined to return.
I see her squirming, poor child, lost child
she chews her nails reviled, lost child.
Her father glowers, his brows protrude
he cracks his knuckles, he's riled, lost child.
Mousy mother, her shoulders rounded rocks
through thick glass, I watch beguiled, lost child.
The sergeant lights a match, baby burns
the flame leaps in her eyes, wild, lost child
The papers edge is singed, now, she laughs
her parents turn away, the case is filed, lost child.
Through the glass I sigh, she giggles still
another day in hell, she smiled, lost child.
The foster home will know nothing now
will it burn, perhaps, she smiled, lost child.
Somewhere in the Appalachian Hills quilted with love
there are cottages and curtains clothes on sills, quilted with love.
Up high in deep where electric wires don't reach where night is dark
and the ridge the deepest blue of spruce hearts are still, quilted with love.
Across the table hewn from ancient apple, rubbed and oil, flat, sweet
lies a cloth that Gram made from flour sacks once filled, quilted with love.
The stream, miles off, had held a mill where wheat was yearly brung
our harvest gleaning we would bring barefoot uphill, quilted with love.
Nothing was wasted then, old clothes, became new, small bits of sacks
bought comfort, hot pots to hold, mended gifts, heart instilled, quilted with love.
Frolic into these open arms that need you.
Melt into my lips, and let them feed you.
Let the breath of love's kiss
and my eager feet lead you
into my heart's majestic garden.
Bloom freely, my beauty. I'll never weed you.
There is one trophy in this growth,
and it is, indeed, you.
Should my rare rose be cut,
my garden will truly bleed you.
For Debbie Guzzi's "Take The Leap" contest
Breezes WHISPER in the trees after cleansing rain;
FRAGRANCE of Wisteria WAFTS following rain
Thoughts of my love's LILTING bass voice WAFTING brings BLISS,
As FRAGRANT Wisteria comes with flowing rain
As SPLENDOR of sun peeking from behind a cloud;
The bright glow and warmth is as TRANQUILIZING rain
DULCET sun melts cares better than TRANQUILIZER___
Better even after a spring soft washing rain
ELOQUENCE of my love's romantic poems soothes the heart,
SUNFLOWER listens through LAVENDER flowing rain.
Gifting dreams of hope to my eyes, he vanished in a flash
Carting away the treasure of sorrows, leaving mirage a trash
Thorns of grief were, in all, the earning on whose part
Left a delightful rose in the derelict mansion of my heart
He wasn’t the Socrates, yet he drank the poison of apathy
And with wine of love, he filled my heart’s vessel so empty
The bride of night ascended the horizon unfurling her hairs
Hands of that Azar have given my thought’s idol such glares
Love, sympathy and loyalty are qualities profound
Anguish is what they reward you with, soothing although they sound
Walked he himself, to the hangman, carrying his cross of soul
To show me how my courage faltered in playing its role
Wisdom was rendered, Yamin, by vainglory inept
The book of vision he flung into the worthy hands of zest.
Azar, the father of Prophet Abraham was an sculpturist of fame for carving beautiful idols worshiped by infidels as deity
My Love for You Remained
What torment is there greater than love so feigned?
For despite great pain, my love for you remained.
Thy passions, ignoring dreams, lust sought and claimed.
Crying, all the while, my love for you remained.
Dry promises, from your lips, enslaved my brain.
My heart clung to hope; my love for you remained.
Although thoughts void of hope endured great pain.
As joys slipped away, my love for you remained.
Secret lovers revealed that our love lie stained.
Contrived excuses, my love for you remained.
Friends told me that believing you was inane.
But without complaint, my love for you remained.
Lust, like a lion flaunting his mane… ingrained.
Wishes not yet won, my love for you remained.
Mockery, criticism and anger reigned.
Desertion came; and my love for you remained.
Adoration ended as my heart maintained.
Defeat proclaimed. But my love for you remained.
© Name withheld for the Contest
January 29, 2010
Poetic form: Ghazal
Such beauty set before these eyes, longing for closure of the desire of my
being. My skin aches for your touch, gentle and tender; desiring.
Lost as a warrior's bullet seeking a victim; lost as a comic without an audience on
opening night. My heart wants and needs like cherry red hot fire and desirer, desiring.
Your piercing eyes draw me though there is no heart beating in your hollow chest!
Exploding mines won't destroy this longing; it will follow me postmortem; dire desiring.
The bat of your lashes is stronger than a savage warrior, whose blows end a feeble
life. No tenderness; you break all lives like Medusa turns men to stone;liar, desiring.
Drifting away on solitude, alone tonight and you are cozy by the fire, full with no
regrets. A dagger penetrates deep in my lungs taking the air away; danger, desiring.