Best Bits And Pieces Poems
My youth is a puzzle, missing bits and pieces,
fragmented memories of family.
Piecemeal, faded
recollections.
I recall some brief moments spent in happiness,
and yet, a veil of fear shadows the rest.
I don't remember any suppressed stuff,
those blank gaps mark my memories as incomplete.
Can time complete a puzzle with
a jumble of missing pieces?
Dad lost pieces;
fighting a war.
Little bits and pieces of what was once complete and whole
Broken shards of a crystal vase, each one sliced into my soul
A single red rose he offered, to ease my sorrow and my fears
petals withered and fell, along with my woeful desolate tears
Broken vase, wounded soul, withered rose; love took its toll
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{February 23, 2016 ~ Fragments Contest by Broken Wings}
A question arises are they plucked from the breast of anothers heart Like winnowing the best but truth they shucked Pieces of some ones love broken apart One by one here a bit there a bit Is there anything sacred to a pagan thief Rearranging anothers love to their benefit Not an original sin at all to say the least the subtil changing of what God did say God without changing His word the meaning Do ye not know God still speaks today Men's promises from captivity while they are gleaning Oh why oh why do men try to breach the written The truth they hold and withhold unrighteously Thy word is forever settled in heaven for those that listen
The young man was just half awake
when his ticket was shred by mistake
the guaranteed winner
came out looking thinner
hope the crazy glue sticks for his sake.
They are scattered around. Everywhere.
Don't try to gather them. Let them stay.
The pieces of my heart. Scattered, uncared.
I have traveled a million miles. Too many places.
I have been in love. And seen too many faces.
Everytime, I find a home, I know I need to leave
And my heart breaks into a million pieces.
And those pieces are left behind,
In those places that I have walked,
With those moments, where I laughed with you.
And with those strangers I fell in love with.
And I wonder how amazing it would be,
If each of those pieces could experience and absorb life
In its sweetness and rage, in its bitterness and pain
With each of you, who I met and left, on this road!
If each could tell me, how you've been doing
How the sea shore looks like on the other side of the world
How the city, the road I walked, feels like now that it's raining?
Bits and pieces of my heart
Stay scattered around, uncared
Stay with each of you
While you move on.
August moon leaps
Over plumeria boughs;
A lover waits
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Jasmine in your hair
Scented portraits here;
Moonlit tryst
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Night bird serenade
Sleepy lullaby;
Frangipani shroud
~~~~~~~~~
Dark is the night
Solemn persuasion;
Stars come out to play
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Window curtains
Veils sure surprise;
Inner fires surge
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Blooming flowers
Garden sculptures here;
Wooden bench empty
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East Coast Park
Voices in the dark;
Distant lights spark
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Deeper than deep
This troubled sleep;
Sad stories creep
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Lost in the crowd
I look for you;
Desolation road
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Bits and pieces
Leftover food;
Grace before meal
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Joy comes
Sorrow leaves;
Dawn sparkles
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Night frowns
Darkness hides;
Dusk feels alone
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Leon Enriquez
23 August 2014
Singapore
BITS AND PIECES – two etheree
life
a short
existence
by a window –
this simple stranger
in a complex structure
watching earth, land, sea and sky
pass o’er plains and woods and mountains high
to slowly, endlessly strive and gather,
by blind reason, bits and pieces of truth
choose
the sound
that lifts soul –
a sweet music
given by heaven
to light man’s awareness
and which soothes the savage breast,
for the world, ever violent.
needs the international strains,
inspired music, with words of peace and love
Dave Austin
Memories sift through my fingers
like sand
Of those I loved and then
left behind.
Too simple, it seems, when we
say goodbye--
A word that can smother flames
of friendship and love
How is it possible, after so many
moments shared
To turn our backs, walk away,
close the door
Why is it so easy
to forget
The laughter and tears
we spent together
Before each of us moved on
chasing life
I wish those hours could
reappear
So I could hold and search
each one
And love dearly those moments
they filled
With those who will always be
part of my heart
Though miles separate us like
an unending sea
And love seemed to be given
in bits and pieces.
This was written thinking of, in particular, friends
we have for a time in our lives, then we both move on.
When I was a child,
my world was new.
And in those formative years,
I knew not of conspiracy theories;
social injustice,
hatred, bigotry, or mistrust.
Unconcerned with the reality
that others could see:
it remained
invisible to me.
When I started school
full of youthful energy:
I gradually lost what I held to be
precious and irreplaceable.
Time stole the one thing,
I could never regain:
my innocence.
And I felt its loss,
when I entered my teens.
Friends ridiculed me for being naive:
and ever believing
in Santa Claus, fairness, love,
and the overall goodness of people.
And so, time subsequently stole my trust:
replacing it with cynicism,
skepticism and self-interest.
As I age, time keeps
stealing bits and pieces of me:
and inevitably, it'll rob me of life itself.
It does not take much to break even more
An already fragile porcelain doll; twist a heart..
While one turns their heads towards, another day ?
Form:
Bits and pieces of your heart and soul
bits and pieces, fillet and sautéed
for the sad amusement of cruel men with mindless erections
Who snicker and grin
as they lay you down on a bed of nails
Naked and anesthetized
for the purpose of insensate insemination
s and feces, from hearts without soul
s and feces, from cruel little boys, masquerading as men,
with pointless erections, who grimace and sin,
As they fornicate and fail
Naked and cautertized from the meaning of erotic sensations
And that is: sweet tender love and kindness
approximating Divineness
Which the sad woman is so longing for
and the little boy is running from
Braggadocios Colonel McBragg
caught a truth bomb
gag shrapnel frag
This sent his damaged, prideful heart
on a flatline drag
His coffin was dress uniform covered
by a neatly folded flag
All those in consternated attendance,
wondered ruefully ...
with fretful thoughts a-sag,
that brain prickly did nag:
What classified secrets loose lips McBragg
had let out of the intel bag
Thanks to all, you are the best.
Rumplestillskin, I be. Awake 6 days, brain turned into porridge (What the hell is
porridge?? Given my Druthers! What are druthers? Sorry, got sidelined there.
To those who enjoy "Memories in Time"- check out book- "Going, Going, Gone..."
(Amazon.com?) Great old memories- like Doctor's house calls!! What's that?
Closest now is an ambulance.
"Odd Sight" John Heck- Oh, sorry, didn't recognize you with the feather in your cap.
Also- they weren't Keds- I saw!! They were P.F. Flyers!!
"Another Time" Vince Suzadail Jr.- How right you are. We didn't have material
wealth, and didn't need them. As a kid, I was perfectly happy to play on the floor
with marbles, bottle caps, odd buttons from Mom's sew Box. I had a "Toy's-R-
Us" inventory in my child's imagination. And, yes pity the poor children of today-
when childhood is over by five. Where seeing both parents at the same time is
limited to, maybe, Thanksgiving, or MacDonald's. Where family dinnertime is no
more real than Oz.
Sandra- Thank you, sweetheart.
I hope to catch up on reading more of you guys tonight now that my mind is
somewhat clear again. Thank God for my PoetrySoup Family- I couldn't imagine
existing without it anymore!
P.S. I have a new phobia- I refuse to open and reach into the refrigerator... That
box of Arm and Hammer tries to smash my fingers everytime....
Later, Dudes and Duddettes....
Headless
Blood Mess
Snake Pit
Got Bit
Hang Noose
Got Goose
Form:
you were there when i wasnt
you saw what i couldnt
you heard what i wanted to know
you felt my pain
I envied a part of you
I understood
as I studied those tears
you felt my agony
I longed for the sympathy you gave
gave your all not expecting anything in return
inside me held the emotions that lived as if there were no tomorrow
lived each of my days to the extent
and in the end
tucked away the little memories
i managed to hold on to.
the reminiscent stories
i still had.
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