Best Clear The Air Poems
I awaken from my sleep one morning
In search of poor old me
Where have I gone?
Where shall I be?
I walked over to the mirror and
I couldn't believe my eyes
There stood a selfish woman
With unspeakable pride
I went in the living room and
Jealously walked out of the kitchen
Something is terribly wrong; because
Hate was washing the dishes
I went in the bathroom
I just knew I was in the tub
I raised the shower curtain and
Stupid was making suds
I said excuse me Mr., Stupid
I am in search of me
I have been looking and looking
But where I am, I cannot see
He said did you look in the closet
You are sure to find you there
Among all the clothes, the glare,
And the heart that just don’t care
I know I am in here somewhere
But where can I be?
So much stuff in the way
My eyes find it hard to see
Somewhere in the den I saw
Crazy hanging from the wall
And envy danced a jig
Walking down the hall
Judging sat on the sofa
Making a phone call
While peace breaker laugh
And had himself a ball
My head hung in shame
No wonder I am lost
Backbiting sat in the corner
Eating cinnamon apple sauce
Oh my God! No wonder
My search is in vain
No wonder I am hid and
Can’t find a thing
I started out this morning
In search of me
Never thought I would find
So much junk to see
Now that I know what
It takes to clear the air
Seven days a week in
My life will be PRAYER!!!!
Sometimes
I woke up late and in an outrage.
Alone, did I always have to take a backstage?
Silently she would leave the cottage early
Leaving me on my own, though I loved her dearly.
Often,
after my early morning meal
not to steal my spouse slumber, an ideal
time, I would gather my shawl and walk down
a wooded path illuminated in a rainbow gown.
Sometimes
I remembered those serene days
Wandering in the city, searching new ways,
Knowing her favourite haunts to get a bargain,
Or get a tasty meal in some charming garden.
Often,
when we lived in the city, loneliness
devoured what little I had, it filled me with emptiness.
Now at peace in the forest green I knelt in front of a cross
in a limestone grotto praying, never at loss.
Sometimes
When I saw she'd gone to God knows where,
Jealousy ate my innards, but I had to clear the air.
For I had known her quite a while and always knew
She was a kindly woman, gifted and a lover true.
Often,
I closed my eyes and collected past loving reveries;
he'd hold my hand on serene days and we'd visit parks and galleries.
He had always treated me with kindness and respect.
“God, lead me to touch the brokenness of his heart and let him forget."
Sometimes
Things always came to a head and decided,
Love was too precious that we should be divided.
So I followed her as she winded her way among trees.
Found her before the crucifix praying on her knees.
Often,
I wished he was by my side in prayer.
I heard a snap, I turned to see him standing there.
I brushed away my tears, reaching for him to hold my hand.
I forgot all about my tears, the man I always loved was God's plan.
6/21/2018
A collaboration with Victor Buhagiar, a pleasure to have had him do this with me.
Duets: I Shall Collaborate With You Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: James Edward Lee Sr.
Saddled with this task
burden
beast
of razor colour scheme
years of crumbled paint
the dust in lungs
a poisoned dream
still clinging
holding breath
to clear the air
between the stitches of a seam
A city park after
a storm
The leaves on
the trees are drooping
small puddles
in the muddy field
birds flying overhead
Empty now, the park
almost seems like a
living organism
Drip, drip,drip
as the water slides down
a statue
The benches are wet
but I decide to sit
on one
Breathing in air that
has been cleansed by
the downpour
If I only felt this way all the time!
a squirrel rushes up
an oak tree
life goes on
as it always has
Sometimes we
need a heavy rain
to clear the air
to feed the grass
to make us feel
whole again
The squirrel comes
down again
curious and hoping for
food
I am begging pretty please
Put my doubtful mind at ease
Telling me what I am thinking
Will not leave me hurt and sinking
Into a state of pure despair
Can we please just clear the air
On what has been happening
With our passion disappearing
More and more from day to day
How did it just fade away
We used to hold each other tight
Morning sun till moonlit night
Strong and steady we were heading
To the picture perfect wedding
Now those dreams are in the past
My hopes of love are drowning fast
Big waves forming in a sea
By saddened tears cried by me
I just need a little notion
By a gesture of devotion
You still want me by your side
As a happy blushing bride
C'est aussi simple qu'une phrase musicale.
He is driven by the music in his mind.
Images swirl and almost coalesce...
toujours guide par le son
insaisisable de cette musique...
I merely listen and record.
What makes the music in his head?
It leads, he follows.
I say...vous pouvez compter sur moi...
et qu'est-ce que tu faites des interets?
He smiles but only sometimes
speaks aloud to clear the air.
Le son de sa propre voix le rassurait....
mais, que se passait-il?
He almost never knows where he might be,
but almost always finds his way.....
where the music sounds the strongest.
Les enfants suivirent doucement le maitre.....
He nods again...C'est bien fait.....
alors, je vous dire au revoir....
I chance one final query....
Quand tu reviendras?
He only says.....jamais.....
What is this weight, upon my chest I feel?
Is it worries trapped inside my mind, or is it real
I gasp for air, but feel that there is nothing left for me
The weight I feel upon my chest I can not touch or see
It feels of heavy burden, painful loss and memories
As if I’m sitting in a boat alone in darkened seas
Surrounded by the darkness, and the air is thick and tight
I feel as if I’m standing still, though I row with all my might
I pray for God to clear the air, and show me that there’s light
But this prayer, has gone unheard, and my heart is full of fright
What do I do, where do I turn, there is no help for me
This is something I must endure, be brave until I’m free
The pain I feel, it just gets worse, and I feel I can not stand
What should I do, I try to move, but it’s as if I’m in quick sand
My mind has lost all reason; it’s as if there’s nothing there
My heart feels all the pressure, and it’s more than it can bear
I’m trapped inside a darkened space, that’s full of worry and despair
I’m weighed down with all my thoughts, and I don’t really want to share
I know that this is something that I will get through one day
But until then I’m trapped inside this mind so far away.
This is being newly dedicated to my Aunt Jane who reminded me to keep shining God’s light brightly.
THE GLITTER OF LIFE
A tiny sparkle of hope
Hidden within the gloom
We only see muddy water
Occupying all of our room
There is a pretty flower
Beneath those tall weeds
Buried far out of sight
We look not that deep
We seek bad news
So eagerly caught
We forget good news
Should be what is sought
Let us take a quick peek
Of the descriptionalization
It is what life is all about
To reach full realization
The hovering dark cloud
Brings depression and woe
Feeling trapped in sadness
Pulling with an evil tow
You become a hard rock
Or it seems like one of them
Now the trials before you only
Sand and polish you to a gem
Your eye catches a twinkle
To tap your vision per say
It travels far within to spark
Happy thoughts your way
Those clouds of gloom
Cover up the shiny light
The glitter inside of you
That wants to shine bright
All those weeds can hide you
Even from your very own face
So it is time to pull those weeds
To clear the area of your space
A crushed spirit as written
Will only dry up the bones
Whereas is your joyful heart
A good medicine to own
Our strength is from within
The joy of the Lord in each one
Our individual glitter of life
To shine with strong emotion
When you do shine your light
To see your pathway grounds
The glitter of life will be seen
That most abundantly surrounds
There will be a glow of beauty
Like nature covered in sequins
The flowers bursting through
Even the tallest weeds of grim
You will see the difference
You will finally get the hint
Even if you only shine a bit
With a brief flashing glint
To shine your light is simple
Though it seems hard to do
Hum a merry tune, or whistle
Even a smile changes attitudes
Clear the air with a breeze of hope
Thus letting the light inside glisten
A new wind of change on a good note
Chiming a beautiful tune – just listen
Lean not on our own understandings
To form opinions of what appears to seem
It is the faith within that holds the victory
To overcome the world and conquer our dreams
We are all sprinkles of the glitter of life
Scattered through dark clouds of gloom
Fighting our way through evil and such
Brightening the path for happiness to bloom
Florence McMillian (Flo)
Heat in the poet’s haiku night
Sexyku is the new alright
Baby baby is a new disco inferno
Burn baby burn
Love needs the heat
Music makes it all so sweet
Taste the bourbon
Taste the life
You should all be dancing
Life is so alright
Forget the strife, forget what’s not right
Seekers run amok
Fake news is the new preacher’s lot
You should all be dancing
Life is about love
Sharing and caring
Disco inferno with Travoltas’ flair
Let’s get down, let’s boogie, its only fair!
Clear the air
Burn the preachers
It’s a disco inferno
Burn the judges, burn the prophets
Take a dollar out of Jehovahs’ wallet
Buy the drunk a drink
The good lord will know who is who
Who it is who stinks like an old smelly shoe
It’s a disco inferno
Feel the heat
The sheep is in disco disguise
Trust me on Grimms’ verse
Fairy-tales speak in whispers and ring often true
Is the Wolfe who is the nurse
The sheep so white the devils curse
Humanity looks to the sky
As evil doers wonder why
To the judges our masters and our keepers
We shout
We are free
Of Trumps mockery
Packed a picnic for the middle of the night,
sandwiches,chocolet stawberrys , liqueur taste just right,
Smoke a lil sumthin to make us feel so light,
My baby sister here, we can never feel so tight,
One candle burning flickering just right,
Here with our loves, the moon shines so bight,
We walk through the trails, to stretch our legs and feel the air,
we get so spooked we run back feeling fear,
We laugh out loud to clear the air,
Enjoy this time from here to there,
Cinco de mayo is outa sight,
We love each other all so right.
With just a few short strokes, and the ink of a magical pen.
You can clear the air of pollution, or simply be young again.
Memories once made, can be brought back and given life.
Like grandpa whittling wood, with his favorite pocketknife.
A pen can alter time, and let you travel to and fro.
It can tell you fact or fiction, that the reader may never know.
Happiness can be shared, or you can experience someone’s pain.
It can sometimes cause insomnia and even clog a drain.
Your pen can offer solace to a world that’s stricken with grief.
It can lend a unique perspective on a certain personal belief.
It can be the gateway to one’s soul and a release for your imagination.
Maybe it will bring forth nature’s beauty, or just political frustration.
With a pen you can honor family, or that very special friend.
It can provide a little respite, from a pain that has no end.
Each of us can find a reason, for pairing paper and pen.
You can bring Puff out of his cave and make him soar again.
Whatever your heart can envision with the magic you choose to bring.
May your pen stay full of ink and bring more songs that we can sing.
Somehow, it seems I have been here before...
There is an old orchard far up the hill
Looking across the golden valley floor
the sky is clear, the air is still
A latticed arbor, entwined and draped
with vine and bloom, is basking in the sun
I see her there! A slim, familiar shape...
She smiles, and beckons me to come
O’ my heart!!
Are you strong enough
to embrace, at last
this fulfillment of your wish?!
O’ my heart!!
Are you strong enough to welcome
joy so vast as this?!
I step on the path
I feel knees tremble
My world is shaking
A sleeping childhood
has been awakened
Perhaps a dream?
Please, wake me not!
Recognition!
It shines
in her eyes!
Although
I am,
a woman now....
and not a child!!
Oh God in heaven!!
She
knows
who
I
am!!
***
Above her, I see
September geese are winging
to their winter home----
All is right, when things return...
each one to its proper place
*
If this be a dream
wake me
not
*
*
*
for
I
am
home
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WINTER BLUES
A cold, rainy, winter day brings sadness and a blue funk
No sun to disperse the gray clouds of despair
I must look for something to do
to stave off the dregs of another Christmas
a Christmas that had been filled with the joy of family,
friends, carols being sung but now --- all gone
So why do I feel alone and dejected
what must I do
But wait, I know a neighbor who's crippled and cannot walk
I'll go down and visit for a while
and maybe just sit and talk about the weather
After that,there's Mrs. Jones over on Maple Street with arthritis in her bones
and gout swelling her feet, and gnarling her hands with pain. She would probably enjoy a visit
Then of course, there's Mr. McCord in the local nursing home
whose wife went to be with the Lord two days before Christmas and left him all alone
If I visit each of them today to catch up on all the news they have to tell me simply because they need someone to spend some time with them
These winter blues may go away and finally clear the air so I won't feel so rejected but filled with joy and cheer to know that I'm much better off than my
neighbors who have no one to show them love
1 January 2018
For Laura Loo's contest
Conscience And Surviving
(*Shadow/Blitz poetry should be read rapidly)
Clear the air
Clear of conscience
Conscience causes confusion
Conscience derails dreams
Dreams fail to fit the occasion
Dreams will melt
Melt unrealistic margins
Melt them with fire
Fire will purify
Fire burns fast
Fast through flaming houses
Fast over high dry grasses
Grasses continue and turn green
Grasses grow giant lawns
Lawns become giants
Lawns climb mountains
Mountains stay still as they can
Mountains do not leap
Leap over oceans
Leap to the stars
Stars wink out secrets
Stars tell scary stories
Stories of violent creation
Stories about the hidden dark
Dark takes over
Dark creates night
Night drinks in power
Night consumes the alter ego
Ego shrinks to such depths as man
Ego bathes in the light of day
Day discloses realities intent
Day takes the sun to happy places
Places in the heart
Places rich in passion
Passion recognized by everyone
Passion born from the burning sun
Sun that reaches every soul
Sun takes solace from shade
Shade has no shadow of its own
Shade belongs to trees
Trees treat sun and shade the same
Trees have leaves and religious beliefs
Beliefs in nature
Beliefs is little creatures
Creatures come and go
Creatures know surviving
Surviving peacefully
Surviving gently
Gently
Peacefully
Pitter-Patter on my Heart
Do not believe that your size in any way
diminishes the depth of my affection for you.
Some may say you are mere eating-pooping machines
but ever since you traipsed into my life a year ago
you’ve been pitter-pattering high and low
weaving circles all around my heart,
and your joyful ‘popcorn’ jumps
bring color to my dreams.
From you I know I couldn’t live apart.
Even your failed escapes from
the kitchen into the lounge where
I in vain try not to lose sight of you
tug at my old forgiving heart.
My duties to you I do not take lightly,
and know, Coco, Phoebe, that you can always
nibble at my paws, just remember to pause before
any mild irritation you should cause. And please
forgive me if on occasion I stare enviously
at bits of carrots and apples for some
reason they won’t let me share;
but fear not, for parsley and
cilantro I do not care.
Now let me clear the air,
whoever thinks that love and friendship
reside in the human heart alone
has never met you and me
my chatty little piggies.
Your loving canine friend,
Sasha
P.S. Please, do no pine for your birthplace in the Andes,
that’s a smoke dream that could only turn you
into some deep-fried or grilled
Peruvian delicacy.