the yoke we bear in time is space, the domain in which we view,
all that's done comes back again, because we chose it to.
when we look even deeper then, again we look some more,
what we thought the weight of the world is really its only door ...
After church a bunch of us decide to congregate
Some spoke different dialects, so we got to translate
There was also a new bride and groom to congratulate
Did I mention that the preacher was quick to reinstate?
A vampire flew through which we did not anticipate
Was that a real vampire? An avid debate.
A mummy danced through next with a wobbly gait.
Where did she come from? I asked my immensely surprised date.
No worries said my cousin, who was ready to masticate.
His sweets were piled in a tower of sugar granulate.
Wha….wha…wha….stuttered my shocked surprised Uncle Nate.
As a devil appeared who said, “Why can’t you articulate?”
Sweet precarious slumber...
I am night falls eager muse
daylights withdrawn fiend
consuming my once heavy lids
yet--
the sleeping draught has plagued me
just as before.
If I’m quiet long enough,
I can hear the lingual effects
like listening to a voice
that won’t stop speaking
even after my tongue
has long since been tucked in for the night.
Mindless music at full volume
can’t block out the noise—
not when the sounds echo from within.
Unwillingly embraced
by the devious dawn,
the raw naked ideas
continuously flowed
like regurgitated thoughts
on the coffee-stained pages
of my frayed little notebook.
Where the pain is not dulled
but worshipped in her wake.
Lyrical blood-flowing bliss—
my left hand aflame,
my mind twice my own.
A figurative love affair
with artistic expression
playing hide-and-seek
among the salient words
lost once again—
wide awake—
in Eden’s articulate garden.
Contest: What's in a title in 14-20 lines Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Line Gauthier
Date: April 29, 2021
Daddy, how we missed you when you died
I had not been told when I was five
Come back,Daddy,miss your smiling eyes
We were told that we must never cry
When the cancer took your earthly life
Daddy, how you suffered ,then you died
When you wanted company, I tried
I was too articulate to thrive
Come back,Daddy,miss my Daddy’s eyes
By the flower beds, you wanted a guide
You wanted me to talk.I really tried.
Daddy we fell down a black hole, why d’y die?
You slept all alone, the pain arrived
We slept with our mammy, on your side
Come back,Daddy, don’t you miss my eyes?
I always hum like you did though I’m shy
You are singing through me, close and wise
Daddy, we still miss you and your pride
Come back,Daddy, teach me how to cry.
In the end my words are just that
Words.
Syllables combined to articulate, to express
Strands of ink to paper
Empty they are emotion, in passion
And yet, to my shame
Have I in words express
My heart, my soul
Laid plain on white sheets of paper
For all the world to gaze to upon
For you to see
But, never never was such my luck
Never did your gaze settle upon me
Never was your heart mine to keep
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