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in my dream he watches and I feel his desire
his need and I fear it, yet something lures me
I sense him in my dark room and feel confusion
it overwhelms me, I can hear his breathing close
he whispers my name, it comes violently like thunder
looking into his fathomless eyes I see love and hate
then his lips are crushing mine, it is obsession
he is evil, he is love, he is desire, he is cruelty
go away, come back, I love you, I hate you
he wraps his arms around me, oh the memory
then the dream fades and I am left crying
why does he haunt me but only the rain answers
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November 14, 2012
Poetry/Free Verse/Simple Mutterings/only the rain answers
Copyright Protected, ID 11-4359-33-14
All Rights Reserved, 2012, Constance La France
What is it about her
that sets my dreams afire?
How is it she brings out
each passionate desire?
Her presence is a myth;
maybe just a fantasy.
A phantom in my mind,
how deep can these feelings be?
I hear her soothing voice,
which echoes through my soul.
Yet absent is her heart
to fill a lover's role.
How can one find romance
when such a gulf lies between?
Can two hearts intertwine
when dreams remain unseen?
Will language be enough
to keep this spark alive?
Or must there be soft strokes
for true love's flame to thrive?
The answer's still unclear,
for life's a mystery,
but in my heart, I'll hope
that fate is kind to me.
Written for my heart, my son, Kyle
Wash me gentle in the river –
Ease me on down with care.
I’m an emotional giver –
It’s my song in the air.
Dry me smooth upon shore’s sliver -
Warm away my despair.
Constant tears are in my eyes,
but I’ll deny that I cry.
God loves me inside and out,
He knows what I’m all about,
but I can’t settle the shout
that sticks down inside my throat
and threatens to choke me dry.
Emotions lacking corners
have only circle borders
and trap me in feelings bleak.
Searching answers to know order
leaves me sadly limp and weak.
First I prayed, but now I rage:
oh, dear God, please turn this page.
World, you allowed darkness,
with its brutal hurtful hiss,
to maim the child life of his.
Harsh cruelness such as this
brought me to my knees
with a Mother’s enraged pleas.
Wash me gentle in the river –
Ease me on down with care.
I’m an emotional giver –
It’s my song in the air.
Dry me smooth upon shore’s sliver -
Warm away my despair.
Did you ever go hunting bear he asked
When you were traveling in the North West
No, I never went hunting bear,
Before I went, I always got dressed
Were you sexually active with the defendant
The lawyer asked the woman with the long blonde hair
She said no, your honor I was not
Most of the time I just quietly lay there
The officer said you were speeding sir
If you hit something at that speed, you’d be dead
Just keeping up with traffic, sir, now look
Because of you they’re getting so far ahead.
My wife said you love the Navy more than me
That yearning for the sea must be in your genes
I said you have nothing to worry about dear
I still love you more than I do the Marines
She said alcohol is no good for you
You’ve got to quit drinking she was pleading
I said I’ve read all the articles about drinking too much
And have decided to quit reading
She screamed you’ve been out all night
Where have you been
He said I waited for sunlight
So I could see coming in
Wasted days
Wandering through life’s maze
Trying to sort the truth from the lies
I call out, but it seems nobody hears my cries
With each futile attempt, something inside me dies
Skies overhead are filled with thunder
What was my worst blunder?
I wonder
To heaven I gaze
Lord, help me find contentment
In hope my hands raise
Yes, I know I was once blessed
Raised well by loving parents
Is there no cure for this malaise?
How did these sad feelings arise?
I listen but hear no replies
My question I seek to rephrase
As much sorrow on my heart weighs
Searching for words that will not rise
Is there no cure for this malaise?
How did these sad feelings arise?
Forgive me, Lord, I’ll change my ways
I’m humbled; I will compromise
Contrition you’ll find in my eyes
Must I be sad throughout my days?
Is there no cure for this malaise?
*Combination of Trois Par Huit, Tanka and Rondel for Jared’s contest.
Are we worth saving? Yes.
Is love worth chasing? Yes.
Do I think that life is depressing?
My answer is No.
Do I believe that standards are overbearing?
My answer is No.
Are we overprotective of our little ones?
The answer is Yes.
Does our thoughts weigh on us like a thousand tons?
The answer is Yes.
Do I believe in Politics over freedom of expression?
My answer is No.
Do I think that Love needs detection?
My answer is No.
Can we come close to the face of death?
The answer is Yes.
Is values better than weath?
The answer is Yes.
I've asked all these questions,
And given My answers.
These are things I think of quite often....
Go ask a hard heart these things and I assure you it will soften
I walk slow
Through the forest
Alone
Inside my mind
Where I am looking
For answers
Sometimes
I find them
Sometimes
I find glue
Stuck in thoughts
That circle around
I step off the pathway
Wait
A new path opens
written: 8-31-2019
Yalto poems only Poetry Contest
1st Place Premium Thank You Emile
Invented by Edward Ibeh: line 1 to 15:
3,4,2,4,5,3,2,3,2,3,3,5,6,1,5 syllables
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
I’m an old man, though not as old
as I was ten years ago
when I thought I would be dead by now;
that was hypochondria talking.
I have a friend, my best friend,
who's somewhat older than I am,
yet older than he actually is,
and is very slowly and very surely
killing himself.
How do I say to him
that I’ll accompany him on his journey,
if only in my heart,
that I don’t judge his choices?
How do I thank him
for being with me on my journey?
What will I do when he is no longer
one of my life’s companions,
other than in my memory?
Can love accompany passage into the void,
through the passion of cremation,
to the scattering of the ashes?
I have no answers,
only hope.
A debris engulfs this mind
when a chuckle, a pirouette, a dream
ransacks wired thoughts--
and for once, I am a shrill :
Though weight presses on hardened back,
images dig dig through shovels of the past
to unearth replays from a year ago--
This breath throbs knowing not
how this grill of questions might assuage
brief frolics , as I look at birds migrate,
for whatever it is…
two parts from my heart of spade
remain divided , asking --
dear time,must I linger on
or forget a sister's once childhood romp?
Night withers amiably
still, the raking in my head persists, unless …
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3.08.2019
A Scraping Of Shovels for john lawless
God answers
a Spaniard, a Moor
men who seek Him in prayers
the Bible makes it clear, in many layers
he father of the original bearer
O friar, O my brother
the son of Anai
God answers
its Basque origins,
it was a medieval Basque
Catalunya with Arabic elements
To take the hero's journey, I left the ordinary world.
Now my heart is wildly pounding because the wolf is at my door.
That tireless executioner craves the very blood therein my veins,
but I set out to defeat it, so I guess I can’t complain.
The wolf is known as “ignorance” - when he’s posing as a sheep.
The most frightening aspect of the wolf is that he has a home - in me.
I find myself both - the hunter and the hunted.
I’m the question and the answer, the cure and the cancer,
the music and the dancer, the magic and the necromancer.
The Ocean
I hear the ocean beckoning
she calls for me once more
"Come and lay your troubles down"
"and walk along the shore"...
"I'll whisper sweetly to your soul
my words will ebb and flow"
"The waves will clear the cluttered mind
and leave an afterglow"...
"I'll call the wind to soothe your face
a breeze to brush your hair"
"A shell that you can listen to
and take it anywhere"...
"I'll help you find the answers here
bring clarity of thought"
"I'll numb the pain within your heart
that life and sorrow brought"...
Why do people choose sides,
Determined by the colour of their skin?
Why if 2 people of the same sex are together,
Makes it wrong and a sin.
Why does that man beat his wife,
Even when she's already black and blue.
Why has that childs innocence been stolen,
From being molested since he was two.
Why is the world at war,
Violence is not always the answer.
Why can we solve male ******** problems,
But still not even close for a cure for cancer.
Why do children of such a young age,
Develop eating disorders because of vanity.
Why is there only one answer of it's our fault,
For this world is in lack of decent humanity.
The butterfly so weightless looks at me for
answers, questions are mine and abundant, clearly she has stolen
my heart. Center stage stands my attention, her figure like a
sapphire in shades of kindness, her visions are dust on her wings.
Glistening to glimmers as they float away, a moment's duller they
become leaving wings a slight hallow fading, drifting behind in a
place it had once been. Until finally, remaining wings contain
nothing only gray endings, but more beautiful is the world for it's
colorful fire remains.
I fell in love with him the way
A mother falls for her newborn
Hard, fast and without any inhibitions
Loving completely without conditions
With a love that is alive and essential
Love like this doesn’t come around but once
It happens that I found him in my same town
Alive and willing to give from his heart’s core
Deliverance for me, a promise and a dream
More than a feeling – a feeling that believes
Everything that happens has it’s reason
The reason for this love is given from the Creator
It is love so giving and willing to listen
That brings life to the giver and the receiver
Life that is full of passion rising from forever
Like a tender whisper echoes in the heart
The feelings brought about by his warmth
Were filling me with a sense of purpose and fulfillment
Feelings that were wise, strong and overpowering
Touching me in places I’d never imagined
Heaven knows the spirit’s fire and resilience
The way a shadow of insight fulfills broken promises
Reflecting the sunlight across the blackest nights
Sending a wealth of wisdom through the senses
Gentleness that teaches inspiration has a purpose
A rose in bloom might fade away as petals fall
But a love this strong will grow more intimate
More promising and passionate with the passing
Of time, like a rhyme that needs only be written
Proving the intuition, the vision, of the author
Feelings this clever and wise, so clear they grasp desire
With both hands, both hearts, both hopes, both dreams
Opening up the inner yearnings to be blessed and fortunate
Enough to realize that God has given them a gift that lives
On the inside, where nothing and no one can destroy it
Love is God’s sweetest gift to His children
And I know love like this is timeless, everlasting
A sensation that is adoring, tender and willing
To bring truth into the open where it can be shared
Between two lovers who know love answers prayers!