Best Trilogy Poems
1. The Rap Sheet
At your age
you should have put aside
the relentless rounds
of self interrogation
and found some plateau
of peace washed by
warm memories, acceptance
and absolution.
But just when you thought
you had been granted freedom,
the mind's Stasi finds you
and the forensic questioning
continues under the glare
of guilt. The same
rap sheet - you were never
good enough
to be a citizen of the State.
Only now you are slowly losing
the strength to hang on
to what little you have
and not confess.
In the end it is not
a matter of who is right
and who is wrong,
it comes down to survival.
2. A Confined Space
Finally it becomes inescapable -
the accumulations of a lifetime
solidify into a cell. Every fear,
every avoidance, every step taken
to withdraw cements a brick
in place until you have imprisoned
yourself within four walls. Then
you close the self locking door.
Your life now is a confined space
and your only hope of salvation
has become a small crack
in the wall through which
the universe shines through
in such exquisite detail
and brightness and is made
more so by your own dark.
3. Staring Fear In The Face
You are a good practitioner,
a cultivator of fear planted
in the fertile soils of childhood.
You have grown the most grotesque
blooms whose perfumes paralyse
and waft for years without
a loss of potency. Some stick
in the throat and send panic
clamouring for breath.
And so here you are, old man,
wearing the disfigurement
of your own making, the contorted
masks of fear. You stare
into the mirror, past the horror,
shame, the loathing, the lifelong
condemnation and shrink
before an illuminating light
whose source you fear,
who sees you and yet
still loves you.
She lured me
Into her heart
she stirred me
Deep within
She captured me
Red lips of sin
She had me
Long ago
In that dream
Of wanton passions
She kissed me
To death
(Part 2 of Trilogy for My Father)
We stand on cemetery Astroturf
strategically placed to spare us the dread hole,
snow scaling the tops of our shoes
to compete with the ice in our hearts.
The old priest’s boots peek from beneath
a cassock that dangles below his parka.
He jokes gamely about the weather,
reading prayers for my father, a man he never met,
with shaking hands and chattering teeth.
He is a stranger recruited by the others lest someone
discover the shame of self-inflicted death.
Numb in every way it’s possible to be numb,
we await the blows of a grief that suicide denied us
and summon memories that refuse to respond
while, in their place, we have
Astroturf
and snow.
Going fishing with a cane pole and
a can of worms and hooks and a
bobber too Down at the fish-
ing hole there stand a might-
y oak the best place to
fish and lie in
the shade of
the big
oak
Down at the old fishing hole that dad
and grandpa fished at before
me is the best place on earth
Specially on a hot
summers day to fish
and swim and lie
in the shade
of the
tree
Summer is the time for fun Playing
with friends going swimming and
fishing at the best place in
the world is the old swim-
ming and fishing hole
It has been there
for a hun-
dred years
FUN
YOU KNOW YOU CAN
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Thank you
bless you!
Will you?
Hope you.
For your comment, thank you, bless you too.
I have to ask, will you, hope you do!
Can not,
will not,
care not,
do not,
To say that you can not, will not try;
is it that you care not, do not lie?
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Inspired by Anne-Lise , dedicated to her and Jan Allison!
A place to see wildflowers in great
abundance is high in the mount-
tains in a bright green meadow
The sky is so blue and
the flowers colors
are so bright that
you look at
them in
awe
Wildflowers grow in so many places with
beautiful colors of different
shades of colors such as red
blue lavender pink white
yellow Their are many
kinds of flowers
for us to
see from
God
God made the wildflowers for everyone
to enjoy But first you have to
slow down to look at them
They come in many shapes and
different colors
you will find them
in fields and
roadside
ditchs
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We found you dear cat.
Smokey, dead you,beauty you!
Our soul tears splash, splash.
~
Gone to Rainbow Bridge!
Playing with butterflies galore,
Milk in rainbow bowls!
~
No more fur to kiss.
Balls you chased such,feline grace!
Angel, ours,at Rainbow gates!
January 3, 2020
5:30am PST
Garden of the Moon
adore the sun, some do
moonlight's song and memories
for a poet like you
where purest star-shine
doth in your soul so sparkle
sleep, meant not for you
dark stillness, moves you
daunting, deep, soul dimensions
your heart found it's home
July 15, 2020
5:00am PST
Roses are red
So is my blood
Pull out your knife my dear
And make us a flood
My crimson liquid will flow as wine
Like the grandest of rivers, deliciously sublime
You stab and plunge and stab and stab away
Even you my dear have a shiver
Lustful revenge for an untold crime
There comes a day, when a bill will come due
You killed the wrong one you see
It should have been you
In 1492, Columbus sailed the ocean blue.
In the Pinta, Nina and Santa Marie
He found the New World,
And got spooked by a squirrel.
Thats the last you heard of C.C.
God had created the New World.
And saw that it was good.
In mystery it remained covered,
Till Columbus came and discovered
Just as his Lord knew that he would.
He sailed with the blessing of Spain
And when he dicovered the land,
He named it after Amerigo Vespucci,
('Cause he had not yet heard of Gucci,)
As God instructed him beforehand.
Charlie Pelota HSLP
She held a knife over my heart and feasted upon my emotions
My blood flowed through her veins
She was insane, beautifully insane
I devoured her visions
She devoured my soul
An axe slices my neck
My head rolls towards an empty tomorrow
My dreams have been stolen
In a coffin of unspoken silence
Run run run, escape the pain
Headless I join her
Totally insane
Kei behem nameh midi
Poem 1) Kheili khosh geli
Poem 2) Ou cheshaye ghashangi dareh
Poem 3) jeegareto bokhoram
Even the Titles are in Persian, the actual poems are in English.
Oasis at noon
What a wonderous quiet place it is
the heart of a palm oasis
skirted trees stand guard about
keeping dusty heat without
holding shaded cool within
a small breeze sneaks past a frond
dancing in ripples across the pond
am I intruder, am I part
I wander and wonder in my heart.
as I penetrate deeper in.
Oasis at sunset
Guardian against sunset
the ancient palm stands
resting in drifting sands
Beneath whispering fronds
cicadas begin to sing
brown bats take wing
Firey clouds, cooling breeze
evening deepens, night decends
Oasis awakens, day ends
Oasis at Dawn
Darkling shadows intertwine
With the sprinklings of the moon
Every night paints a new design
That smooths across like puddled wine
Evaporating just as soon
With pallette of rainbowed hue
The sun splashes the eastern sky
Painting over the shadow's blue
Which however remains in view
Absorbing the more brilliant dye
Haiku Trilogy
Fox poises mid-step
Rabbit scent tantalizes
Mouth waters wildly
Eyes peer intently
Haunches crouched, slung low to ground
Biding time to spring
Mountain lion growls
Padded feet part tall grasses
Hunter now hunted
©R.Selena Howard-Rowland,2012
"ONE
“Hahahahahahahahaha!!!!”
i tick the trickling time of your heart
set in a fast paced, rat raced end of nought
burying your precious life for my rise of worthless death
in traitor riches of an annihilating amassment
and you lose his gain for my vain
forever lost in the hell of my heart in eyes
rich reddest ripe
trickling slowly fast the sweetest hate within seen.
TWO
the sweetness of terror
in the deepness of horror
shrinks my ink in fright of freeze
behold
callous craftiness in cunning cuff of call
of tempting taste of a sense’s sensuous fall
an invite of worms womb rich in pregnant rot
of delicious decay blind in a mind’s fold of nought
takes a guided, guarded watch of a self destruct
onwards a chill of feet, six in plan of instruct
oh! where is the angel of sorrow
to bellow the looming loss of a tomorrow?
life is in a serious cell of “OH NOO!!!”
and heavens’ eyes rains a cat and dog of flow.
THREE
never scream your frightened prayers at me
whose mouth made a dross toss of my heart and hands
and killed my voice in horror of rich rot pleasures of pukes
never seek for my unseen oblivion please
for I have been buried in your long lust lost
of the eyes, flesh and heart
his eyes, flesh and heart
the time ticks a harvest of gory
and its sickle sicks a pleasure of dark story;
never be high pitched at its deep simile throat seek
and never rumble a resonating quake of its fear feast
for the reward is black ripe of a red hot sorrowing
and hades hungers hell fill in a piercing thrill kill
so,
let your begging prayers go
let six feet of summon do as told
let my drossed oblivion wave your bye of sorrow
let hades have its meal of nasty shudders, cold.
THE CROSS. MY DROSS.
THE LOSS. MY TOSS."