Best Wedging Poems
Against the odds, among the brave, his class was not defined by race
Talent can never be confined by color, race, nor faith, or time
He climbed his way with dignity within a world of bigotry,
and found acclaim, while making waves, when racial boundaries
fanned the flames
He earned a place in history
He raised the bar, and paved the road. He played each part with brilliancy
He bore the load and carved a path, with courage and humility
In a racist world, he earned respect, where few before had found a way
He crawled inside each role he played, and gave them life, from deep within
He wore the skin of many men, with a courageous, calm insistence
One early role, that stirred the pot, was a plot pledged to his love's fair skin
Yes! Shocking some!!.....But soon he'd find, applause for wedging understanding
A cause that spiraled racial growth, and better yet, acceptance
Another role where deadlocked chains, with ankles bound, two fugitives
while on the run, we cheered them on........and viewers too, unlocked old ways
"To Sir, With Love" above, beyond, his art would teach us how to change
"Mister Tibbs!!"........he said it clear!!....."Don't call me BOY! Don't you dare!"
We believed in what we heard, courageous rage, that we could cheer!
He sang with nuns while we clapped hands.......they built a church in desert sand
He won awards for gentle grace, and won a place in history
He warmed the screen with soul and truth, and paved the way for striving youth
who want to be a legend too, be it black or white or green or blue
Bahamian bred, Defiant One, Ambassador, Freedom's reward
Against all odds, he logged his time, to change the tide of narrow minds
A winsome smile, with deeper lines, that swayed the Lillies of the Field...
He was a fugitive against a time, when racial tones were bound by chains
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Alyssa danced in the center of the
empty historical ballroom.
Imagining suitors standing in line
for one more waltz around the artistic
ceramic tiled flooring.
Her dress, ivory full, swept the floor
as she turned and sauntered on
winged slippers.
Elegantly breathtaking… enchantress form;
mesmerized an onlooker athwart
the chamber.
His eyes fixed as she pirouetted to
a silent melody.
Observers gathering in amazement
as she tip-toed gingerly in a dance
with butterflies of her fancy.
Swaying her gracefully thin, delicate
arms above her head; back and forth,
hypnotized in herself.
Oblivious to tenacious eyes concealed
only in cracks of walls, Alyssa dances
ever so genial.
The onlooker from across the chamber
floor, hesitates to accompany her.
He walks towards her and slips his
wieldy arm about her torso.
Her eyes open and smile as her hand
falls leisurely into his cupped palm.
Simultaneously sliding, gliding,
Alyssa closes her eyes feeling his
heart pulse; radiating as one.
Tenderly, he pulls her close, wedging
their unfamiliarity.
Their eyes touch in an upheaving
embrace as if known forever.
Reticently they speak
-through Alyssa’s dance-
shared only in brevity of the moment
while an aristocratic minuet
stills the hush…
Copyright © 2008 By Caryl S. Muzzey
This was written for my granddaughter at my son and daughter-in-law's wedding. Alyssa
was five and pretended it was her wedding
We sank into the sea
Millions of years ago,
Our carcasses set to the sun.
We basked in our own erosion
While our forever-hearts were
scorched into the brown floor,
Wedging what was left of us
Into primordial adorableness.
Escaping into ghost love
Is a natural response.
Let us not judge so quickly.
You blend the colours
Mix then match
Converting our sorrows
Painting the plain
Mending fabrics
Of fragile minds
Soothing them with tender stitches
To befit the grieving souls
We sang you a tune
setting you in a calming stillness
As you blend thunder
With peculiar lightening
Striking a volcanic boulder
Unraveling a blunder
within a thickened tangle
That has spread its webs of despair
wedging Freedom Street
How far Dreams fly from that ponderous room—
a fear gripping the bones that dares to be a vision!
Feel its power as —like rivers—it percolates,
transporting cool beauty to heated nerves.
Wedging through the density of the dark
till bursts of color cry out to be seen,
Water flows—yes, Water—but Breath too.
New and cold—fresh Breath,
swelling in and out of focus
until inextricably delivered!
These Waters— these Breaths,
They are Dreams—
and yet they solidify solely into the earth
into the thirsty soils of solicitude,
straight into minds and hearts
that Believe in every bristly spur.
All stirs of emotion trace new meaning,
sustaining life in its wake.
Autumn Wind
A rushing stranger, pushing a door
Freezing fingertips, embracing my pore
We meet face to face, lifting every tendril
of my limp hair, numbing my ear
You continue..
Poking through my knitted beanie
Groaning around my scarfed nape
Wedging in on my unbuttoned down
Swaying up my reluctant sequined gown
You never stop
Trickling into my sweatered arms
Disarming my unpretentious charm
Pausing over my bounding pulse
Coursing along my stiffened spine
Autumn wind why such persistence?
You invade my frail defense
Here I am cursing you instantly
As I walk through the way
Where you careen tremendously..
As we walked alone
Under a golden sun
By the water side
Gazing unto her
Holding her tight
Under the wedging blue sky
She puts her hands in mine
Mine in hers
Her lips on mine
Bringing on me a peaceful bliss
We were not alone
We were just a shadow
In the romance of the sun and sea
But still, our romance
Shadowed the affectionate sea
Lunatic:
You can call me a lune,
cause I'm crazy enough
to play the game of love
and think I can win.
I think I'm crazy.
The space by me is spinning,
and I'm seeing stars.
Dark shoes, scuffed soul.
A moonlight beam in the
night sky.
Silver dewdrop eyes mimic
Moonlight glinting in murky ocean tides:
Low to high, ebbing and flowing, cycles.
Always peering deep inside,
Subconscious dreams hide beneath the surface, waiting to be
Pryed open, Emerged, exposed to broad moonlight, bobbing on ocean tides:
Wedging reality wide.
Gliding freely through the star dashed sky,
Moonlight collides with sighing ocean tides,
Flying side by side with the glowing guide.
She ventures high, don't ask why, she will decide.
Everyone I know is crazy,
except those in the hospitals.
The insane haven't lost their bloody minds,
they've found it.
If you can't understand this,
perhaps you're considered 'sane,'
by the 'sane,' when really,
you're blinded by society's plague.
Open your mind to insanity !
You have much to learn.
The world around us is a lie.
If you can't comprehend that,
You are the real moon
That pulls my wave collectively.
Towards your beaming beauty,
I lay my restless soul.
Let me lose myself for you,
even if it's just for one,
beautiful, transcendent moment.
What does pain matter?
I just don't want to miss your light.
Call me crazy, call me blind.
I'd like to blame the moon
for all I've been feeling
for this freedom
this feminine freedom
bathed in white light
I'd like to blame the moon
for the brown in my eyes
the dirt on my feet
my mess of a hair
and a life
I'd blame her too, for my love of sunshine
rain and all that comes from nature
connection
to all beings
I'll blame the night for art
and thank her
for artists
and I'll thank myself for my liberation
my love for the God
the joy of nature
my own nature
my feet
the ground
my soul, at last
By Aliza Kashmala Kiran
My Pet Poems, Max
I hopped onto Craig’s List, made a phone call.
Next day, with a royal blue, nylon carrier, which had a small, zippered door, sitting on the back seat ready, we drove an hour southeast for this scrawny boy — white with beige/blonde markings on his back and,too, on his amazing, static-charged, flying ears. The first short-nosed dog I’d ever gotten, with quite an underbite.
The couple taking our $100 for this shih tsu told us: well, he’d not done well on their farm; was bullied by the other dogs; and was fearful of horses.
In turn, I thought: well, who wouldn’t be? This tiny, white fluff of a boy with that pronounced, huffing smile, all teeth from chin to nose. I told Jim on the drive home, “The funniest thing I ever saw.”
The vet record the couple gave us was fraud —no such vet. And, apparently, Max had a nerve disorder, too,which sent him into a fit of physical contractions and screaming at any point of any excitement. “He is one for the medical books,” our own vet said, as we tried every approach to help him. He suffered in those fits, as our ears and alarm for him did each and evoery time for over three years, with us finally stopping the meds, simply going to embrace him gently, saying softly, “Max! Max, jt’s all right...”
Now, some several years later, the fits are no more...I try not to, but I wonder what horrors he knew on that farm: if the bullying dogs bit him when he screamed? And if the couple tried kicking him out of his fits with their heavy farm boots? My intuitions all but saw it. Oh...
This little boy, who became the shadow figure at my feet... like his ancient Chinese-bred ancestors, lying guard before the holy places, and taking off to bark away any possible predators at the door; and, too, lying half-wakeful aside their sleeping monks or the town’s children in case some monster rose out from a dream, or some other need indicated a command.
Then, when Gigi came, he became instantly a big brother, as a dog will do it, he always abdicated as she insisted on being so at my side, in her little princess way of wedging her way between. Thus, Max has taken to Jim’s affections and shadows him. The boys there. The girls here. Affection throughout the room!
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(c)sally Young eslinger 12/23/20
Always Thanks be to God
Fear grows like a seed
On the irrational it feeds
Anxiety is what it breeds
Wedging itself to mislead
Acid cascades into my throat
I swallow that panic slipping in
Like a shockwave, a jolt I shake
For not having enough time
To hold on to my breath
Before the waves of panic
comes crashing in!
I keep my eyes closed
And take a deep breath
I will not allow fear to conquer
Opening my eyes, I refuse to cave in!
23.8.2021
Sponsor: Unseeking Seeker
Contest Name: Fear Transcendence
The First Commandment
we have got a message
if anyone writes from the river to the sea Palestine will be free, and will not be published because it is upsetting for Israel to hear what
is an obvious truth
Notice this will not be published it is not a ban we who believe in the “First Amendment” is there is a limit to freedom of expression when it goes against the sitting power structure Even the cherished X, knows that
As the evening progresses one notices fillers in newspapers, one such filler says that a test has shown that 87% of Israel’s Jews are not Semitic at all, they are mostly Russian Zionists, and Polish Warshaw dwellers, misfits not fitting in among the general population
The real Semites are the Palestinians going back 2000 years about the time of Jesus Christus What we see is the Zionists are wedging war against the real Jews who call themselves Palestinians possibly to avoid detection that it was those who crucified Jesus
Ruins speak
ancient elite
beauty outdone
age old
stones cold
tales told
beyond rot
ruins hot
living legends
in cracks wedging
whispered secrets
Ruins’ spirits
windows hollow
tell of tomorrows
listen closely
stones be boasting
exploiting history
revealing mysteries.
Breathe in the now salty air of yesterday
Hear again the waves upon the shore
Feel my hand gently touch upon yours
Days like that, I wish that there were more
Time has made itself our greatest enemy
Wedging there between us, a barrier strong
Though, it’s just like yesterday that I had found you
And within your life, I knew that I’d belong
My passing is not one that I had welcomed
We knew that one day it was sure to end
Be happy in the love that we had shared then
Be happy in the love to you, that I now send
Hear then upon the breeze, so gentle, blowing
My voice as it so calls to you from here
My love, I hold you deeply now, eternal
Though gone from you, I still hold you ever near