i took them in
amongst a pile of other glittering monstrosities
the low-pitched liquid consonants
behind the counter thanked me
and i ran for the doors
really went for it
a year went by and they were there
next to Auden and Pam Ayres
Berryman & Betjeman just down the road
what madness i thought on the way home
and two months later i was in bed, in the dark
listening to the large repertory of Carmen
its immortality is assured by the deft harmonies
and perfectly judged orchestration
like my collections in the charity shop
covered in dust
and high levels of vehicular dredge microwaves
waiting for the apocalypse
Young wife won't cook
No strife, checkbook
Come
Sit,
Spend time
Taking good care
Of the friends you have,
Holding space for memories of books.
Come hither and read your favorite books together,
Enter the library of ideas
Following your heart,
Allowing stillness
And
Delve.
Is religion just a rule book,
whose author’s intent we mistook,
reading not in between the lines,
creating divides hearts can’t brook?
God within us, for our love pines,
waiting for the day our soul shines
but since we dwell not in the heart,
we remain in ego’s confines.
Deeming all one and none apart,
shift to heart is the way to start,
knowing we are eternal light,
to behold which, is a learnt art.
Mind, we took as boon is now blight,
for it veils our aura bright white,
caging us in narrow belief,
dimming our spiritual sight.
Let us choose to turn a new leaf,
giving soul much needed relief,
embracing all, judging no one,
for our sojourn on earth is brief.
Let us here now then come undone,
for we’re the light that lights the sun,
dwelling in God’s heart, one with Him,
spreading love and light, having fun!
Darkest Poems With Coffee
Darkest Poems With Coffee
Released on August, 28th 2025
Hard work pays off
4th book I’ve published
Have a keen I for detail
I’m beyond grateful
Maybe a bronze metal
I’ve been writing for 6 years
Document poems here and there
Consumed by pen and paper
Be inspired to sharpen your writing skills
I’ve finally reached #1,000 poems
I’m always behind with my work
In solitude behind closed doors
All my books are on Amazon
Just type in my name, Charles Gadbois
Thanks for all of your support
The love of poetry endeavor
Read in between the lines
Before the ink runs dry
I had glorious plans for my life.
Warm ink transforming blank pages,
destined to be a best seller!
I felt specially bound.
Printing press cranked out
a glossy-colored cover,
my name plastered
in bold black letters for all to see.
Signed inside by my creator
I only rested on the bookstore shelf
for three bitter hours
before someone adopted me.
Held gingerly each night by gentle fingers,
eagerly offering my very soul
until snores dropped me
on soft, disheveled blankets.
Word by word and line by line,
page by page, and chapter by chapter.
Night after night, I was dynamite
till shut tight.
Is that all there is?
I've slept for ten years now... in a box,
in a cobwebbed corner of a cluttered closet,
dressed up and no place to go.
I'm suffocating!
Once upon a time
I set out to write a story
about going to north Africa
arriving in Ceuta
things were all in order
but no sooner on the bus
than detected reported
ejected from escorted to
and deported 'cross the border
it was to be an expensive
soft leather-covered book
and altho' I took
more than one look
I could not find the words
would fill a tome
and so
tho' second-best
I settled for less
and instead
I wrote this pome
Self-proclaimed gurus, though they may mean well,
are not equipped to contour divine light,
so all they do is shake mind-body shell,
reciting scriptures to say what is right.
Mantras we chant are not the prognosis,
being but a fad, a habit routine,
which but deepens state of our hypnosis,
since at end of days God remains unseen.
Observe how a rose bud blossoms slowly,
magic in motion, without commotion,
grace bestowed by touch of God so holy,
metamorphosis, the locomotion.
Save entering silence and letting go ~
The truth of our being, we’ll never know
Once upon a time long gone …
The reigning queen let out a yawn,
And stood up from her regal throne
To trample down the hall alone
She ripped the crown from out her hair
And flung it out the window there,
It tumbled down the castle wall …
No knight or king did hear it fall
And off the ground it did bounce
The crown rolled out into a flounce,
Tumbling down into the moat
And thankfully it did not float
A queen no more and yet she smiled
Chuckling, whooping and skipping wild,
Saying goodbye to the castle rafter …
She'd found her happily ever after.
Her pregnancy was like an open book
quite readable with just a cursory look.
She wore a gown that trailed in white
and grinned a guiltless smile as bright.
And why not, white was only a tradition,
her virginity a sold out first edition.
You could read me, day and night,
Flip through every page of me
With your gentle fingers,
Lingering where you please,
And do more ..much more
If your heart desires.
THIS POEM IS MY EXCITEMENT FOR MY FIRST PUBLISHED BOOK THAT IS AVAILABLE ON AMAZON BY THE NAME OF SOUL'S RHYME -EVOKING DEJAVU AND SERENITY
The book of my dream
Each page has a story that scream
Each word has an atom of my soul
When the book completes my energy feels whole....
I hope that you will read this poem
And support me by
Grabing the copy of my book
SOUL'S RHYME -EVOKING DEJAVU AND SERENITY
By HARSHA SINGH GURUNASIHANI
My brother’s book deserves a look
And not just for the time it took,
But for the family tree he shook
To show the need to strive.
His characters are loosely based
On relatives whose lives he traced
From foreign lands ‘til they embraced
New homes when they’d arrive.
The story’s universal, though,
For as they settle and they grow,
We realize how much we don’t know
Of how they did survive.
Most families who did emigrate
Shared hardships and the hand of fate
And often, we learn much too late
What pushed or helped them thrive.
My brother’s book may bring acclaim
And might or might not garner fame,
But if you read From Where We Came*,
His story stays alive.
by Burt Rashbaum
Book and ministry by Adejola Joseph
Book and ministry
Warring in my member
Book and faith
Which way to go?
Confused as a delayed menstruation
Confounded as an ambushed soldier
I fought and thought
Jah leads the way
Victory is sure
Victory is certain
Hallelujah.
Amen.
Living in an open book,
I am everywhere I look,
I thought I took a wrong turn,
Feeling the fire burn,
I yearn for peace.
Releasing my hold,
Dropping the load,
Eroding into the landscape,
There's no need to escape,
The lesson is taking shape,
I am the paper,
The vapor in the air,
I wrote every word there,
My story to share,
For those out there,
Looking for a reason to care,
Life may not seem fair,
Careful of overreacting,
You may be redacting some content,
Seeking consent,
For how your day went,
Letting another use the pen,
Until you say when,
Rising up again,
Writing your way in,
The firing pin,
Locked in position,
Awaiting the decision,
Primed for the mission,
Exploding with precision,
I am spiritually driven,
I've written this story over and over,
Never crossing over,
The older I get,
The more I see it,
I am perfecting my gift,
A rift within the present,
Choosing different,
Changing each instant,
The end is in the distance,
I see another chance,
Will I return for another dance,
Or play in the expanse,
I love this experience.
Hope y'all are enjoying the chapter your writing.
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