the girl who likes poetry.
Though all may break, one certainty.
the girl who likes poetry.
She read and wrote herself, you see.
the girl who likes poetry.
Once shared the world with me.
the girl who liked poetry.
Clean break, one intended for you. One
only you can make.
As the ceiling dims and floor decays,
there's still time for mending things,
changing your ways.
Will it get old, will it wither away?
Of course it will, remember
from dust to dust..
shine anyway.
Someone is watching, someone will notice
in a year, two, or two thousand?
noone knows with any certainty,
especially not me.
What's gone down in pages
will not be in vain. Never was,
your labor, your love.
Oh how strange, so wonderful,
this, your moment.
At the same time,
always and never to be.
Can't promise it'll be enough, in a life.
Only you can assess it's worth.
But what you do, what you will do, and what you did..
in time, will be enough.
Part III
And there I learned the silent truth:
The song I broke was whole.
It binds all stars, all stones, all souls;
A thread that makes us full.
To harm but one, is harm to all—
A lesson seared in pain.
Now I must mend these broken chords
And weave the song again.
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Part IV
So now I roam, from star to star,
My story told with care:
Of pride, of loss, of one sharp choice,
And songs too bright to bear.
The melody of life endures,
A thread through cosmic whole.
It binds each being, stone, and star;
A chorus of the soul.
To break one note is break them all—
This truth I dearly earned.
And so I wander, seeking peace:
For harmony, returned.
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Conclusion
The traveler’s voice falls soft and low,
A whisper through the night:
“To mend the song, to heal the threads,
Is to restore the light.”
I got my box of candles
With exactly forty-four.
I hope that I don’t break one
If it bounces on the floor.
Or maybe one’s defective
With a wick that just won’t catch,
Despite the fact I’ll light it
Using match plus match plus match.
Occasionally, one is bent
And will not stand up straight,
But leaving it behind, of course,
Is not up for debate.
A box of cards was always packed,
Since errors do get made,
With one or two more envelopes
Than for the cards displayed.
Yet candle boxes take a chance
That nothing will go wrong
And there will be enough each night
To sing the candle song.
The headland bush is paradise,
especially through the week,
there's rocks to climb; a couple of caves,
and a shaded running creek.
Ron and I have found secret spots,
where we can hide our fishing poles,
and we don't need no swimming gear,
when we swim in the fishing holes.
There are no roads for cars and such,
just tracks on the forest floors,
so we seek our destinations,
on trails made by wombat paws,
And we're lucky when it's lunchtime,
for we can sit down in some glade,
then feast on oranges and apples,
after sandwiches that Mum made.
We're loving what we're doing here;
our knowledge seems to grow and grow.
We've learnt all about conserving.
We catch a fish and let it go.
We’ve been bit by angry bull-ants,
that gave us pain to send us numb.
We rub the stings with bracken fern,
because we couldn't tell no one.
We know the names of all the birds,
and the plants and pretty flowers,
or where the sun sits in the sky,
at the finish of schooling hours.
For when we're in the headland bush,
we really only break one rule;
we're learning what we want to learn -
we're just not learning in the school.
I want to be me, but I want us too.
I am not me unless you are part of me.
I deserve one more chance.
Everybody does actually.
One mistake does not make a relationship
So why should it break one?
Especially a good one.
We are part of each other, for life.
You cannot discard me. Disrespect me, sure.
Maybe I deserve a bit of that, but we are linked for life.
We are blood; you cannot deny that.
I want to be me, but I want us too.
I am not me unless you are part of me
So forgive me. I am begging you.
I know I am not perfect, but I am your imperfect person.
Whatever I have to do, I will do. Please just ask. The answer is yes.
Dark foregoings overwhelmingly preoccupied
Denied longings neigh impossible to leave behind
Profution of emotions uncharted, undefined
Arrangemet of the evil apt to break one mind
DIZZY
Carefree yet carefully careless.
Prompt to break one in three pieces.
Three being given, two he loses.
Devoted in actions useless.
Peculiar not to compare.
A single piece without pair.
If asked for tea, juice to prepare.
Torn shoes work fine, not to repair.
Not absolute total bogus,
But derided, ridiculous.
Talks meaningless superfluous.
Guy came direct from Damascus.
As vagrant mostly lives in camp.
Even if weather be damp.
But in sports always a champ.
Also, lovable chap as tramp.
To identify too easy.
A little bit weird whimsy.
In odd work keeps himself busy.
Who is he? He is the dizzy.
08/18/19
First Place
Re-edited on 08/13/21
A Brian Strand Rhyme Me'
Contest by Brian Strand
The approval I seek
The respect is all there
The approval I crave
My hatred is fair
A storm is brewing
But when and where?
My emotions are bottled
For I don't easily scare
A shell I have formed
To break one shall not dare
The demons are tamed
But I would never share
What triggers my demons
to come out of their lair
What triggers my demons'
nostrils to flare
Dear Cupid,
I really wish you had a heart (too),
For then I'd sink your arrow in it,
Break one half off and walk away,
Leaving the shard nestling halfway through,
So you know the pain of a broken arrow.
Lovers beware of Cupid's arrows,
One end bears love, the other pain,
He could choose to sink the wrong end in you,
Break it off, fly away, right end in hand,
That's when you'll know living is cruel,
Battling the pain of a broken arrow.
Cupid, sometimes I really ought to hate you,
But mother taught me well to love babies right,
And baby brother Arnold can bear me witness,
For I tried, I tried to always play civil,
Even when infant jealousy peaked and blossomed,
I cuddled him still in my tiny fragile arms,
So I'll love you still with this broken arrow.
But make no mistake, I'll be lying in wait,
Patiently till the day you come of age,
Puberty knocking, and there I'll stand,
Nestling your arrow in my eager hands,
Before you know it I'll aim for your heart,
Sink it in deep with a smug smile on,
Break off the right end and breeze away,
Leaving you with the pain of your broken arrow.
I live in a box
Up right and
The horizontal position
While I was let in
I fight for breaking it
Try to open a side
In the light or
In the dark
To have freedom
Go back to the past
And look at it
The box is too small
From the position that I see
I live in another box
Within many boxes
Up right and horizontal
Perhaps without a position
Jump from one to another
In days and nights
To catch happiness
To grab hopes
To extend unlimited bounds
Meanwhile I dream for freedom
I want to break one
That I feel a pressure
Instead of break
I am granted a window
To open and to close
Whenever I wish
Not to flee
But to live
I live in a box
Within boxes
As I did in the past
I want to come out
From the vicious cycle boxes of the box
And also from the box
Udaya R. Tennakoon
A bullet meant for one has somehow hit us both...
We tried to share more then we could but with little hope..
Now two hearts lay on the floor as pieces flow away..
I wanted you and her but my mind just couldn't stay..
To break one without the other is magic trick not found..
So now I lay here with my heart that barely makes a sound...
The hands of time I can not move or somehow change this mess..
I tried to have it all but I just ended up with less...
I damaged my own feelings by lying to her
Now I can’t live my days without my pearl
I never did realize, she makes my heart stirred
I’m on my insanity, my chance has been hurled
Her face now is my nightmare I can’t leave off
Lurking my thoughts of her wise and magic touch
What was inside me, I’d bled her heart and love
These make me drown my heart where evils crouch
Regret makes me awake yet in time kills me more
Death would only make me suffer inside the earth’s core
To live this curse is my only option
Until her forgiveness drunk by me as the curing potion
First 8 stanza: By Michael J. Falotico
9th-end: me
:)
* Always a pleasure to collaborate with him :)
Sometimes we set our hopes too high -
believe in love, when loves a lie
wish for dreams too far from reach
Ignore the lessons we try to preach
We jump right in-despite scars from the past
break one more time-knowing it won't be our last
we lose our identities one by one
as we strive to be what we never become
We're not given choices we're told who to be
Before they see character they see what they see
Were judged for our skin, here, appearance is gold
where the beauty in a face beats the beauty in a soul
Still we're expected to be better than that
believe "sticks n stones" n all that crap
Don't judge the cover-great standards by far
when it's those very vanities that define who we are
If only it mattered
what we learn rarely does
not how our clothes fit
but how our hearts love
No smile in sight, to break one for once would be to err in social graces,
So for the sake of keeping grace solemnity will hold sway of our faces,
A walk turns to drudge, conversation to drawl,
All faces are ashen & silence for all,
It's forced, I know this, I scream in my head,
This nonsensical downtrodden respect for the dead,
In life this one moved me with power, storms: laughter or tears,
We should party, celebrate this life not bask in our fears,
It's our own mortality we weep for, selfish tears used untrue,
In games of who's sadder, them, me or you?
Funeral phonies, Postmortem players, In Insincerity only are you sincere,
I refuse to adhere, I'll say goodbye by raising a beer,
So have fun with your pomp & faux tear,
I’m lying here in agony
Pretending it ain't true
My eyes swollen, our heart in my hand
If you only knew
I keep playing it over and over
Those words you said to me
Trying hard to understand
Why life won’t let me be
My head hurts of so much crying
My heart hurts feels like I’m dying
Seems like just yesterday
We were planning our future
And now all that is left
Is a beautiful picture
Our poems and conversations
...Why did we ever part?
I’ll always keep those memories
But most important in my heart
Was this really supposed to happen
Were we not supposed to know?
Or did we break one heart in two
Gave up and let it go?
So many unanswered questions
So many things left unsaid
Maybe it was just a dream
A dream I had in my head
Guess we’ll never know
If it’s what we both wanted to do
Just know I will never forget you
Forever I will always love you
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