If ever lm walking down the street
And which ever way it is l now turn
Hoping that we will once again meet
Though if that old flame dose still burn
That feeling when my heart skips a beat
Butterflies, my stomach it starts to churn
But as always finding it hard not to retreat
Once again one asks will l ever really learn
Left in wonder if what we had is a repeat
Still at this time have no cause for concern
l am remembering those times so sweet
As for you even now l still yearn
Part two too poem hearts retreat abstrats from 1996 poem worlds apart writtem rewritten 2020
Mud lines my way
In a field of concrete
Where you live and where I watch.
Let me walk - or rather writhe -
Past pillars of flesh,
Your flesh,
And sniff human smells
Of sweat and gold and sleep.
This is your garden of my earthly delights.
You squash me with damp paper.
I curl before your door and wait.
Will your door ever open?
I watch through fogged panes
Your daily life -
Perhaps when you lift your shirt too -
I do not think my head will regret
The sordid sights of my soul.
I ache.
Do not tell me my karma,
I too see my heart lift the feather.
O how I dare.
Dare to touch lips and dare to talk,
Dare to lock eyes and dare to walk.
Do not tell me my karma.
You squash me with damp paper.
You open your door above me
I scuttle through.
My wet cerci and my hard thorax
Leave no cause for concern.
I do not think you will see me.
Do not tell me my karma.
I am the yellow cockroach
You squash with damp paper.
My life hurts...
Cause for concern
Pain is management
Suffering's just learned
My days die...
Darkness to sunrise
Shawdows demand it
In the light of lies
My future is false...
The Evil reciprocates
Then laughter begins
As sin manipulates
I just want to leave
But no one can leave
Please just let me go
NO!
One was from a blood test;
One was from a scan.
Both caused much anxiety,
As bad news always can.
Follow-ups determined
There was no cause for concern,
Which has made me start to wonder,
Just what lesson can we learn?
To never trust a doctor
Or technician or result?
Or to not jump to conclusions
After yelling, “Oy gevalt!”?
Guess it serves as a reminder
That we cannot quite rely
On results which bring up death,
A truth we’d rather just deny.
I no longer know where to find me
I wish you didn't leave me here to rot
No matter how much rubble I force myself to pull up
It has sunken too deep, shattered too fine
The shards you once called my heart
Put me up in a museum, call it fine art
Modern day galleries, full of nonsensical ideologies
Kind of ironic your favorite field was anthropologies
All you had to say was you couldn't help me
There's so much fine detail within you I'd love to abirritate
Today is a day of loss, every moment a minute to commemorate
I take the people closest to me to those spots we only knew
The memories I create with them will never surpass the ones with you
But day by day it's like my mind flips in estrange
Moments I shared with you are plastered with their interchange
Sertraline, Fluoxetine, Fluvoxamine
Shame it never compared to your dopamine
Never had to worry about your bioavailability
The only cause for concern was how much I craved it from you
I wish you never left me here to rot
Please, I'm begging come to my door and don't stop braying
Awaken me from my nightmares, you don't realize how quick I'm decaying
My neighbour, Mellifluous Myrtle
Her urine she’d stir with a spurtle
She’d give me a wink
Then down it as drink
She’s loopier than the mock turtle!
One Sunday we’d watched the Grand Prix
She proffered a flask of her pee
I said, “Sorry dear
It’s cloudy not clear -
I much prefer my English tea!”
Her pubic hair she'd tried to perm
The lotion gave a nasty burn
I phoned up Bill, her son
And said ,"Please visit mum,
Her conduct is cause for concern."
I recently heard some great news
That Myrtle’s son won a year cruise
I must hope and then pray
When they leave on Friday
Her bev’rages ain’t from the loos!
In your heart, love has always been an elusive, fleeting feeling;
and yet, its absence has left a gaping wound in need of healing;
a flame that continues to burn.
Lust is a concept that you are intimately acquainted with,
pursued by every silver-tongued Romeo and clever wordsmith;
touting love, speaking out of turn.
You fantasize about falling in love and what it must feel like;
some say it's magic, while others compare it to a lightning strike;
love's given, not something you earn.
From an early age, you've understood pain, hate, fear, and rejection,
but you were never exposed to genuine love or affection;
and that gave you cause for concern.
It feels like destiny chose your heart; that time has broken and worn,
to never quite know how it feels to love or be loved; cursed when born
to weep the tears that never learn.
The pounding in my head, a persistent throbbing
A cause for concern says the vascular people
It could be something complex or rather simple
This constant drumming, almost unspeakable,
Which keeps me awake when I should be sleeping
Pulsations in a persistent pattern mimic a cadence
Suggest coming from the innermost cerebrum
Not from a snare, but a tom-tom-like rhythmic drum
Even more pronounced than a cicada’s feral dance
This ethereal pounding heard not by anyone else
For my ears alone this thumping rush deep inside
Like a resentment I should've held in confidence
[A compulsive, secret lover hidden in Warm Springs]
Were it not for the imminent danger to life itself,
Requiring specialized tests only insurance approves
In the meantime, I write lyrics to accompany the beat.
Written October 23, 2022
Black woman in white neighbourhood
Is there cause for concern
Neighbours gestures misunderstood
Will all hearts become stern
Let narrow thoughts depart
Love’s aglow in each heart
All souls one, none apart
She’s human
Black woman
16-November-2021
Quietus
The other man's grass always seems greener.
Seems the sun shines much brighter for him.
His house is much better, his clothes are much finer,
No wonder he struts and he grins.
He has a good job, he drives a fine car,
His wife is a raving beauty.
His children are smart, well mannered, behaved,
Even his dog is a cutie.
His life seems so pleasant, a river of pleasure.
He never has cause for concern.
My life however is a constant struggle.
All that I have was hard earned.
My house is a shack, my grass is just weeds,
My wife is a nagging shrew.
My children are stupid, ill mannered indubit,
My dog is a mongrel too.
I sit here and sulk and look over the fence,
And envy the likes of him.
His wife brings him a cooling drink,
As he mows and rakes and tends.
He's always so busy, he makes me dizzy.
Where does he get it all.
Whatever he touches turns to gold.
It's all at his beck and call.
He seems so happy with all that he has,
And works hard to keep it that way.
I would be too if I had his luck;
But I don't so what can I say.
The return unseen, strangers to a home
Pieces fit so snugly, unsettling to think
Attempts at resistance, delayed responses
Hate clouds, above love's umbrella
The echoes reveal, intention was real.
Little things hidden, repercussions severe
The burns felt, as friction and skin tussled
A will defeated, for an item of insignificance
Words to a child, don't tell a soul
Reasons composed, though none that could justify.
Missing for a short period, reports laid
Safety secondary, to tempers flare
A call of reassurance, met with obscenities so cold
Capsules consumed, a corpse can not be scolded
Knowledge of occurrence, shrugged off as a norm.
Lines on an arm, scars unhidden
Acknowledged a decade ago, never a cause for concern
A cry out for help, psychology would teach later
Youth remembered, through excitement's diminishment
Condemned to guilt, rarely ever seeing cause.
The blade recalled, as overwhelming as the day
Life threatened by a spouse, beheld by an innocent
Replicated in some senses, harm never considered
"Fight me like a man," said a man to a boy
Leave the past behind, says someone who has never died.
Ts and Cs
Life I can’t do
Not on life’s terms
Life has done me
In no uncertain terms
policy of no returns
It’s your crap you earned
Every days another turn
Another test no time to learn
one way out that I yearn
Is grave cause for concern
One thing is certain
I want out long term
Each day I journey down the mysterious path of no return
Body and mind wondering if there should be cause for concern
My destination is unknown but onward I must travel
As life's bumpy road is strewn with barriers of boulders, rocks and gravel
I can't remember when it all began but it was many years ago
Countless faces crowd my mind as memories ebb and flow
Mistakes I have made that have turned the road to sand
Trudging on the only option leaving litter throughout the land
But I hope that I have also impacted lives in a positive manner
But only the stars were my witness and only they hold the answer
So on this day I walk on through green pastures, hill and berm
With only love in my heart as I move further down the path of no return
He was born in the year 1899
A cruel birth, pregnancy poisoning
The birth of the child became the mother's death
The father of the boy was crushed by love
... he hated and blamed the boy
He did not want to know, hear or have anything to do with the child
Timothy grew up with his old grandmother
As a baby he cries both day and night
When he got older he was a confined and sad boy
Drawing was the only thing he liked,
children express themselves through drawing
A cruel world he designed, always in black
No researchers interpreted his drawings at that time
It was cause for concern, he drew death
The personality traits were his own cruel death
Timothy concealed his pain, but for him no alternative solutions
He is already struggling with suicidal thougths
Grandmother died when he was 11 years old, life seemed so scary
Helpless and afraid he jumped into the river
two days after his grandmother's death ... a black night without moonlight
Both of them were buried on the same day and place
The grave is always guarded by a black raven
27.03.2018
Sun :) A-L Andresen :)
Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Joseph May
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5th place in the contest
War Rhymes
Battleground, nuclear meltdown
Without sound, leaving town
To create, then annihilate
A little too late, call it fate
Flashing light, the fire fight
What a sight, light up the night
Twist and turn, the chemical burn
Cause for concern, the point of no return
Realities take, for Heavens sake
Give us a break as the world shakes
Last mental note, choking throat
Final quote, war I do not promote
05/25/17
written for contest: Rhyme Battle Round 6
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