Such a good time we had,
Then what was the need to fight,
Why did we indulge in blame game?
Was it really important to prove who was right?
I had hopes that you would let go,
But, I really didn't know,
That I had to do with this,
Yes you are missed,
The friendship I had!
I had confidence that no one can come in between us,
I had the faith in our bond,
But, waves of misunderstanding came in between,
I guess it was not that strong,
I still have a grudge against you,
You left me all sulking without any clue,
Now I don't trust any friend!
So happy we were in our space,
But, now it is the thing of disgrace,
A beautiful friendship ruined with time,
Remember the time when I called you mine,
Why did this breach of trust end?
I too don't have words to defend,
But it is all over now,
It is all over with time!
Sewing machine, long idle, gathered dust;
it's now a desk which seems a breach of trust.
Clothes made at home had always been a must.
Married in the "dirty thirties" hard years
for dust bowl folk who stayed despite the jeers.
Dependence on social welfare brought tears
to one proud farmer. Bills he could not pay,
he chose to join the army straightaway.
The war years seemed like only yesterday
rememb'ring those who fought that war in vain.
Soon he would send his sons to war again;
his daughter, a skilled seamstress, caught the train
to work sewing bags at a powder plant.
Burning her candle at both ends, my aunt
never came home; but she had made her mark;
the candle sputtered, spent, and all was dark.
Lines 1, 9, and 16 were written by Viv Wigley
There is a stain
unscathed by time
where elders' hands
were left behind
with scars of gropes
and breach of trust
upon dear Innocence
guilt was thrust
The pattern was set
The victim was made
But wisdom grew
with love and age
New Innocence
climbed arduously out
from underneath the shade
by reclaiming the self
the essence he stole
the nightmares she finally stayed
long at last
to awaken whole
Innocence smiled
warmed by the light of this day.
LEAVES WITH LOVE
Better die with dignity in the fierce battle fighting like brave-heart
Than befriend with foes and back stab to live like machine’s cog or caged parrot
When the fetter is making my torn limbs numb
With wily smile, dragging me
Push they to guillotine
Echoing from lofty mountains my roar reached crescendo silencing the thunder-
You bloody cowards luring few of my own men have captured me by treason
How treacherous and shameful! Deceitful victory is a celebration’s reason?
Bleeding tears fail to douse my fury’s inferno against my betraying men no wonder
When blade ripped my neck
flowed my blood and loyalists' tears
Soul wished this flow cleansed
Double game and breach of trust
Leaves with love, praise and blessings
Date: 08-09-2016
Contest Name: Challenge- write one
TAP TAP (A Writer's Contemplation)
Tap, tap. I promptly turned to view.
and felt somehow it could be you.
Where have you been, I tersely cried?
... 'Here' just here' -it seemed she lied.
'I was afraid! Where did I go wrong,
that you, your twin were long time gone?
Silence. Like a slumberous dream
I held back from a silent scream
Without you, life is hard to bear.
You brighten days with ideas to share.
Why do you come from nowhere seen,
to tempt me with your wiles extreme?
Then fade away to my lament,
I know it was not your intent
to have me struggle so.
As my thoughts so slowly form,
without your help, can they be born?
Or just languish in a potless stew ,
sunk to the depth of bitter brew.
You rise and in an instants flair
remind me that you're fully there
with a tap tap so lightly put,
like a kitten's soft insistent foot
upon my reverie.
Still I should thank you if I must
although it seems a breach of trust
When I need you, you're not here
and with your sibling disappear.
So please, please stay I must implore.
I'll keep for you an open door.
for you my mistress, inspiration
and your twin muse imagination,.
C.A.K. 1-5-2012 Revised 4-12-2013