It's all about
The story of
The beauty of
Nothing...
Clinging to
Nothing is
Still a
Clinging...
A word is
The numerator
"Not" is the
Denominator...
Any path
Is and is not
Beautifully
Nonexistent...
The territory
Is not mappable
Yet maps appear
As the territory...
When edges
Seem blurred
Truth feels
Sharpened...
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.
I have a box hidden in an out-of-the-way place
Where some of my important papers are hidden
Even some poems and stories I thought best
Put away until after I am gone…not especially
Noteworthy, but needing posterity’s attention,
Some revealing exactly what I thought about
Certain situations and, yes, certain people who
Either pleased me greatly or p***ed me off.
Funny, you say, that I should have such a box
Where I have locked up random pieces of mind
Left to be discovered long after I am gone…
When I can no longer be called upon to explain
Myself, or give reason, or excuse…or worry
What someone will think about my feelings,
A small ornate box, unlike the one they buried
Bits and pieces of me in when my body quit
And my mind stopped functioning as usual.
written September 25, 2021
BITS AND PIECES
Bits and pieces they say makes the whole
A whole of what I can't help but ask
Bits and pieces of pain - despondence
Bits and pieces of lies - distrust
Bits and pieces of self - egocentricity
Whatever be your chosen assort.
So,
The bits and pieces you chose to gather
In mind do bear the responsibility of
that the bits and pieces you then do sow
To lend from the French "des choses"
Are the sort of dribs and drabs ......
You should feel no fear to harvest.
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.
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.
In bits and pieces
Truth now comes
in bits and pieces
Leaving us dwindling
to fret and to take flight
Waking up to a staggering dawn
Walking with tips of toes
We are so bewildered
With upmost chills
Crushing our topmost wills
now wary of kings and princes
As the sword emerges
Dicing every word.
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
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
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
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}
August moon leaps
Over plumeria boughs;
A lover waits
~~~~~~~~~
Jasmine in your hair
Scented portraits here;
Moonlit tryst
~~~~~~~~~
Night bird serenade
Sleepy lullaby;
Frangipani shroud
~~~~~~~~~
Dark is the night
Solemn persuasion;
Stars come out to play
~~~~~~~~~
Window curtains
Veils sure surprise;
Inner fires surge
~~~~~~~~~
Blooming flowers
Garden sculptures here;
Wooden bench empty
~~~~~~~~~
East Coast Park
Voices in the dark;
Distant lights spark
~~~~~~~~~
Deeper than deep
This troubled sleep;
Sad stories creep
~~~~~~~~~
Lost in the crowd
I look for you;
Desolation road
~~~~~~~~~
Bits and pieces
Leftover food;
Grace before meal
~~~~~~~~~
Joy comes
Sorrow leaves;
Dawn sparkles
~~~~~~~~~
Night frowns
Darkness hides;
Dusk feels alone
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
23 August 2014
Singapore
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 ?
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.
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