wind rises behind me,
a gentle insistence
against my spine~
not a command,
but a direction.
it threads through the grass,
touches my shoulders,
and nudges me toward
whatever waits
beyond the next bend.
no map.
no promise~
only the soft certainty
that some paths
are chosen
by the wind itself.
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slow-moving river curves through open grass,
light gathers along its edge,
distance breathes in blue tones
There are some
looked down their nose
in the troubled Covid times
at those who bump elbows
as opposed to shaking hands
so with a bend let's start a trend
a new fad across the land
and instead if you please
why don't we
lift a leg and all knock knees
and
so
it
begins...
as
melted
snow,
a
trickle
seeking
a path
to
wind...
the
river
snakes
through
limestone
deep,
while
willows
lean
and
fishes
sleep.
around
the
bend
it
sweeps
along,
humming
a
silver,
ceaseless
song;
no
rock
can
stem
its
steady
flow,
to
oceans
they
flow,
to
oceans
they
flow.
Why must you bend in the wind of indifference?
You were once strong and impenetrable.
A granite boulder that moved deliberately and slowly,
Gashing out your path,
As the glacier of youth receded.
Who made you so cynical?
I ask that, knowing the answer.
Your accusing finger always points through me,
And attaches to my naivety and sullenness.
Did my questions wear you down?
Did my jealousy offend you?
That interminable wall you built,
Which I must scale every day,
Alone with my terminal misery.
Why did you bend?
I think back of days long gone
memories of right or wrong
being weak or strong.
These routinely resonate,
beaches glistening, montains snowing,
children misbehaving, our parenting,
wife laughing then crying.
I have nothing.
I gaze to the future
where dreams live forever..
Dancing and holding my love,
our flight of the dove.
My children visit shining their light
soaring like eagles in full flight.
My heart is lifted, full of gold
a true patriarch will never grow old.
Happened and may happen is not a happening.
They are immutable events,
one in the grave the other yet no benefits.
Present presents the grandest presence.
Every tick of the clock
a thought, a calculation, a reaction, a decision.
These things occur with or without precision,
changing the course of destiny yet to be found.
It is here where I will stand my ground.
Memories and dreams will always be in flight,
but in the present I shall bend my light.
.
she'z gonna be thuh
knock out yuh know
damn she'z hot
yuh know
she use to be thuh
hottest chick
Friends, humans, country bumpkins,
bend me your ears;
'tis too true a tale
I tell thee here...
Once upon a time,
knew a girl who owned a mutt
but she did exclaim,
'It's the cutest pup you ever did see,'
all the same, it seems to be
asinine to give a dog a bad name
but it's not the worst
her canine could receive,
it wasn't cursed
when she called her pooch,
my pet 'Peeve'.
Civilisation's got me down
taking me to the tail of my tether
driving me round the bend
I'm not going to stick it out
to see where it will end
I'll do my best to regress
back to the stone age
cook on fire paint the walls
sit on rocks keep my cool
do what I have to when nature calls
humanity gets my goat
making me vote skins no clothes
leading me to lunacy's throes
I'm not going to see it through
to find where it all goes
I want to be a cave caveman
a tough rough-and-ready caveman
and do what cavemen do
and if you feel the animal urge
I'll make caveman love to you
Every dawn looks the same.
I chased the sun.
I pleaded with the skies.
I waited behind my watching eyes.
I needed to break the knot.
I wasn’t made for straight lines.
I taught the light to bend,
when the wind was going my way ...
Going my way!
I waited until the wind leaned in,
To blow my way and follow.
The sky leaned in; It knew my name,
but the sun's light refused to bend.
I grabbed the rays in shaking fists,
Wove them round my wrists,
Pulled them in close,
'til they broke,
And shone a new path for me,
etched by the wind,
now chasing behind me.
I taught the light to bend,
when the wind was going my way ...
Going my way!
You think you know the game
Until the light won’t change.
Your path stays the same again,
until the wind changes,
and you bend the light
to your direction.
I taught the light to bend,
when the wind was going my way ...
Going my way!
You can't control the sky for long,
Or hold a cloud fixed in place.
Until the wind changes -
Fills your sails behind you.
I taught the light to bend,
when the wind was going my way ...
Going my way!
I stopped for a moment to cherish the piercing and vivid
It was a split-second; behind cloud-like eyelids
There's a softness, being caught in their scope
Causing sorrows to quickly turn, into genuine hope
In my heart secretly chambered, hides your love tender and lush
Awakened to dreams that have long been asleep,
Whispering our sweet secrets with a gentle hush,
As if to assure my world they were meant to keep
What our welded link has forever awoken
Beyond the blue in those skies, light shines so deep,
Illuminating paths that were once broken,
Within the landscape of time, our true colors blend,
Recreating moments that fully transcend,
Forever etched in my memory's bend,
A testament that love's eternally fair
Let's hold tighter this second chance we both share,
For it's the only thing, that will truly be, beyond compare
To you coming back into my life with loving eyes that still care
She walks through storms—not afRaid, but awake,
With calm in hEr bones though the skies may break.
Time doesn’t heal—it only weatherS the ache,
Yet she plants her feet In the burn and the quake.
When dreams collapse, she quietLy repairs
The fragments of joy and Innocent prayers.
HEr grin may be torn, but it still holds grit—
A threadbare map with No hint to quit.
She bends with the wind; her roots danCe and shake,
But she nevEr snaps—she rises for her sake.
Rainbow's Bend,
Of Michigan,
Score's Light!
Rainbow's Bend,
Of Michigan's
.... God's, Might!
At a bend in the road
One needs take utmost care,
More so on road of life.” By author
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Rush Hour
Hectic rush at day`s end
Everybody in haste
Traffic jammed at road bend
Proceeding at snail`s pace
Sound of sonorous smash
Splits my dream in a rash.
The Last Bend
I knew the road before me
Would soon come to an end
And I knew he would be waiting
Just around the last bend.
The tears of sorrow will flow
With many questions of why
But there are no simple answers
No easy way to say good-bye.
My spirit will continue
In those who remember me
And wherever you look
I'll be in everything you see.
I'll be the gentle soft breeze
That kisses your face
I'm the frost on the window
Delicate as fine lace.
I'll quietly sing to you
As raindrops dance
A symphony of my soul
In a harmonic trance.
When the day ends
And the sky is on fire
You'll think of me
And lift your head higher
When the leaves change
And dance to the ground
I'll be that serenity
You feel all around.
The rough road before me
Has come to an end
But I will be waiting for you
Around the last bend.
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