Best Laid Poems
Tears no longer come,
dried ducts of wrung emotion,
denied one more drop of release.
... but only to feel
Feel your finite presence beside me,
inhaling your sweet scent to memory.
Feel your heart pulsate through the calfskin
of the despair that seals me in its snare.
Rhythms of a hopeless eternity of love,
not destined for us.
Feel my heart bleeding for one more glimpse,
of the exquisite life and love in your eyes.
Shuttered now from a lifetime of shared souls.
The pianist plays one last song,
as tears fall upon your coffin.
Won't you give me a sign,
to show me the way to you.
I wonder what has become of me,
my soul a definition of despair,
my mind a metaphor for insanity,
my heart silenced by the loss of your call.
Above, all I see are murky skies,
even the stars hide from me.
I'm sure the moon shed a tear,
when the sun refused to shine on me.
In the hope there is no tomorrow,
I lay here with your photograph on my pillow.
... but time ticks so slowly
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A Collaboration - Silent One & Judith S.
September 21, 2018
Tears no longer come,
dried ducts of wrung emotion,
denied one more drop of release.
... but only to feel
Feel your finite presence beside me,
inhaling your sweet scent to memory.
Feel your heart pulsate through the calfskin
of the despair that seals me in its snare.
Rhythms of a hopeless eternity of love,
not destined for us.
Feel my heart bleeding for one more glimpse,
of the exquisite life and love in your eyes.
Shuttered now from a lifetime of shared souls.
The pianist plays one last song,
as tears fall upon your coffin.
Won't you give me a sign,
to show me the way to you.
I wonder what has become of me,
my soul a definition of despair,
my mind a metaphor for insanity,
my heart silenced by the loss of your call.
Above, all I see are murky skies,
even the stars hide from me.
I'm sure the moon shed a tear,
when the sun refused to shine on me.
In the hope there is no tomorrow,
I lay here with your photograph on my pillow.
... but time ticks so slowly.
20 September 2018
Collaboration with Judith S
I had yearned for it all my life
That simple gesture
That finally healed
The open wound
That for years
Bled
In a silent stream
That fell Between
The cracks in
You and me
When with a gentle sigh
You looked
Into my eyes
Held my hand
And kissed my fingertips
The day
Before you died
Today I saw a daughter laid to rest.
A mother tries to heed her own advice.
Holding it in surely put her to the test.
She failed more than once or twice.
Her failing was no artificial device.
She tried, Lord how hard she tried.
She simply could not pay the price.
She cried, oh how the mother cried.
She was a fifth grade teacher, the best.
The kids all sought her out for advice.
Fifty Eight, so young but so blessed,
too young, to pay this enormous price,
too old to fashion protective gneiss.
Her mother knew of this fierce pride.
Yet, she couldn’t save her baby’s life.
She cried, oh how the mother cried.
The building now full, still they pressed,
her former students, learning pain of life.
From one loved, who had faced the test,
and had not complained about sacrifice.
While a mother mortally wounded twice
who faced this when her husband died
hopes to God she will not see this thrice.
She cried, oh how the mother cried
The mother, paying the mother’s price,
before her eyes could have fully dried.
With more than enough love to suffice,
she cried, and oh how the mother cried.
For Catie's ballade contest
Feb 22, 2011
O Lady, let us not tarry
Be thou the rose to spread nights’ glee.
Away from jousts, your pearls shalt shine,
Spring’s boughs hath me in love, entwined!
Knight’s offer then, I giveth fine life
Through long winter, the heart a knife;
Sayeth yes before looms the war
Chivalry tests dark rivers far.
O, shouldst thou be fair in season’s rest
Time awaits thee, I am the quest.
In my thoughts, soft lips ne’er waned
So let dusk kiss our moments flamed.
For onwards unto fields, thine arms
Will endure kingdom’s call of drums;
I hear thou sigh, so warmly laid.
O, let us thrill our moon, dear maid!
…………..
Form: romance
: tale of chivalry
Medieval Me Contest of Amy Green
This grave with barber Bob is blessed ~
He was a cut above the rest!
30.01.19
'Pithy pants poetry contest'
Sponsored by: Maureen McGreavy
In the up's that I have found
With the in's that help me out
Here and there and there about
There's only so much that I'm allowed
In the all that I can keep
That keeps on affecting me
Will take for granted in its deeds
Where no longer will I be free
For what looks good at the time
Sometimes comes back to bite
If you don't keep a watchful eye
And you let it run your life
For what's good can turn out bad
If you give it the upper hand
What started out as well laid plans
Becomes more of a demand
So be careful in what you do
Give all of your time to
Like you've heard and it is true
Can take a bite out of you
The distant sound of foot fall as
I trod a barren land
Diminished to an echo near my heart
My "patience" through the years has
Brought me to a still born stand
Encompassed by the fears of a new start
Grieve I for the life I've lost
Forever laid to rest
My emptiness is now a hardened shell
My struggle to surrender fights
Temptation to resist
Who will be the victor? Time will tell.
"Laid Upon Their Alters"
qhapaq hucha
it begins at birth
the most precious
resource of all
we are registered,
audited, one by one
under the rod measured
by lizard rule
the capacocha
children of complacency
dumbed down, some
thorns, uppity, removed
heads counted
to be held high
as trophies, those played
and won
for the greater good
oh yes,
we belong;
we belong,
we’ve always belonged,
to the ruling class
sapa inca
orders sacrifice, daily
all are held up to the Sun
of the others’ huacas,
accountable,
we are ears of corn
sheared and scattered
kurnels sown to replenish
a new world
fresh crops
laid upon
their oily alters
falls the empires
one by one
like conquistadors
they dissolve us
holy sees parted
red and bleeding
we are all children
well drugged
foreplay for prophecies
all war rooms
cleanly wiped
disinfected, by fire
baptised deja vu
submerged
together
we are something else
to behold
realm of the four parts
these final moments
matter
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
“With their royalty and focus of worship destroyed,
the general population readily accepted Spanish rule
as “what was done.” This created local assistance which,
along with outside factors, allowed the Spanish
to completely conquer the region by 1572,
marking the end of the Inca Empire.“
“This pattern of manipulating a people’s concept
of ideological power, in conjunction with
relational and material power,
is seen throughout history
and is often a large component
of the fall of great empires.”
"That’s why the banalities matter.
When the real issues come up, healthy states,
the ones capable of handling and minimizing
everyday dysfunction, have a great deal more capacity
to respond than those happily waltzing toward their end.
But by the time the obvious, glaring crisis arrives
and the true scale of the problem becomes clear, it’s far too late.
The disaster—a major crisis of political legitimacy, a pandemic,
a climate catastrophe—doesn’t so much break the system
as show just how broken the system already was."
trap sprung, mouse missing
a Christmas gift left behind
spinning a grey tail
Brian Johnston
December 6, 2015
Lonely hearts fall victim to deceit
and flattering lies designed to please.
Sincerity is a delusion;
and forever dreams are but a tease.
Doubt stirs up currents of disbelief;
cutting trust adrift in unsafe realms.
And the wailing of a naive heart;
mimics the wind crying in the elms.
The young sugarcoat reality;
trying to dilute its bitter taste.
But, when happiness seeks compromise;
youth's illusions are soon laid to waste.
You are tired of feeling incomplete;
while yesterday's, rewind and replay.
And anxieties begin to rise;
facing feelings you once hid away.
You search lost feelings for crumbs of truth,
having lost trust somewhere in the past.
And yet, in time, fantasies reshape;
while heartaches slip away at last.
My sisters were coming for a visit for the very first time,
Heading to New Hampshire, leaving the Georgia heat behind.
Our friend Charlie was a house guest before they arrived.
My husband, Charlie, and I all hatched a plan brilliantly contrived.
We decided to impress my lovely sisters, and hired a limousine,
To greet them with champagne, and treat them like queens!
The surprise was going as planned as we met them at the gate.
Barbara and Lisa were unaware of the limo that did await.
However, the surprise was on us as we got to the limousine.
The hood was up, and it was the saddest sight we had ever seen.
My sister Barbara said, “Those poor people are broken down.”
We were chagrined, and could have crawled in the first hole around.
We had to admit that limo was our broken-down ride.
Their hysterical laughter then eased our bruised pride.
My eighty-year-old father-in-law gave instructions to the driver,
While we were hoping the chauffeur was another MacGyver.
Eventually we were in luck, and we were homeward bound.
We broke out the champagne, and the laughter was profound.
The driver is the one that made out like a bandit.
My husband, Charlie, and father-in-law all tipped him in private.
6/6/17
I'd never seen the sun shine so bright
And a sky so vibrant blue
The sweeping meadow green was so lush
Until the day I first laid my eyes on you
Creation suddenly burst into ultra technicolour I had never seen
Be so in awe of such a spectacular picturesque mountain view
Sensations sweep over me in such euphoric ecstasy
Until the day I first laid my eyes on you
Pink cherry flower clusters set against that blue so beautiful
Bird song never as sweet painted Ladies dancing came into view
On the day I first laid my eyes on you
The softest pleasant breeze ever teased and tickled the leaves
I'd never seen cooing doves so in love and so true
Such beautiful rose petals display their hearts to the sun
On the day I first laid my eyes on you
The fresh air never felt so good caressing my skin so pleasantly
Flowers emit such sweet perfume so heavenly as they did do
A rippling stream so crystal clear and clean
On the day I first laid my eyes on you
Find the end of the rainbow and my pot of gold
Float on the clouds and drift so far away as clouds can do
The heaven above pours so much love into my empty cup
On the day I first laid my eyes on you
You breathed new life into my dying soul
Fix the pieces together of my broken lonely heart with loves glue
Opened up my eyes wide to view a world I never knew existed
On the day I first laid my eyes on you.
I am blessed in so many ways my heart smiles and the sun shines
Every morning In those deep ocean blue eyes,
A flawless ceremony,
and elegant reception,
followed by long honeymoon
delayed by snowfall.
For John Freeman's love /humor contest Won 2nd place
I panicked as you touched and I touched as you laid.
I knew no longer I would be afraid.
Blushing and sweeping my feet wrapped with yours, hushing and weeping out
of love, as we closed the door. Tickles and kisses while sleepy and weary, prickles
and listless, my sweetie so cheery. A love so divine lasting throughout all time, as our bodies lay entwined, oh my love, you’re all mine. Sweet whispers from my darling, my lover in the night. Our heat’s flames starving, there’s no other for the delight of my sight. Caution to the wind as you desire my every move, my dear Lawson light my fire, as we sway to our groove. Eager and waiting and hungry for your thirst, you’re my feeder while we’re mating and spunky while submersed. Is it infatuation and lustful or lovely romance? Or imagination while trustful willing to take a chance? Can we continue this affair without hurt or damage? Or is this just a new breeze in the air full of flirt and baggage? I see your eyes as they gaze at my lips, I am free from disguise all these days under the eclipse. I feel the need of passion when lying in your arms, I’d steal the heed of compassion when dying from your charms.
I panicked as you touched and I touched as you laid.
I knew no longer I would be afraid.
Written By: Laura Loo
Date Written: May 30, 2016