Lovely young flower girl faerie tiptoed around the garden at night
when the bees had stopped humming and the evening moon was light
the flowers had closed a bit but they sensed she was around
She flew to each one to see whether they were nature sound
no one knew who sent her or why she had arrived here
But that she had their best interests was amazingly clear
Her sweet breath of a kiss changed a browning plant to something fresh
It was agreed that she always had intentions that with theirs would mesh
In twilight halls, I wander, lost amidst the masquerade,
A lone soul unmasked, amidst a sea of painted shades.
They don their facades, a suffocating uniformity,
While I, a chameleon, harbor multitudes, a chaotic symphony.
My essence shifts, a mercurial tide,
Humble servant, raging beast, side by side.
Through labyrinthine corridors, I weave and stray,
A stranger in each room, yet belonging nowhere, lost in gray.
Then, I beheld her – a fleeting glimpse of truth,
A visage unadorned, a moment's vulnerable youth.
My heart, a traitor, whispered sweet deceit,
"This is the one, the soulmate, the key to my crumbling seat."
But hers was a beauty, veiled, invisible to the eye,
A masterpiece of malice, hidden beneath a saintly guise.
She struck, a viper's kiss, a whispered promise of despair,
And I, a willing captive, still believed in love's sweet air.
The arrow's fiery tip, a burning, searing pain,
I smiled, a final taunt, as darkness closed, a suffocating rain.
In death's threshold, I saw her, transfigured, revealed,
The angel of my demise, Masked Malice, my heart's fatal yield.
"Flowers fade and decay through wintry hours- waiting for rebirth."
~Constance La France
A quiet forest, once so green,
Where summer's vibrant light was seen,
While passing beneath a mistiness deep,
While soil matters here, keep.
The crisped air cools the fragile leaf,
A downhearted farewell was brief,
Freed from overladen boughs, high and tall,
Answering the last call.
The old-aged roots hold fast and tight,
To linger through the dark of night,
They sense the tremble of impacted ground,
Where sleeping seeds are found.
Then cracks surface on winter's face,
A thinning from the sun's embrace,
A snail-like awakening, soft and new,
As warmth heals what's gone through.
A tiny shoot, a newborn green,
The first small sign of what has been,
A pattern has closed, a promise well kept,
Life grows where essence slept.
The piano tuner
there used to be a greengrocer on the ground floor
except for potatoes, there was not much call for
another vegetable, the shop closed a piano tuner rented
the space and partly white-washed the windows
he didn't like to be seen by passers-by
I sat on the gate into our yard pretending to be a cowboy
when he asked me to help him in the shop, yes, I was glad
to help got boring being a cowboy
He sat me on a piano stool, opened up my fly, began
playing with my innocent , with his right hand he
wanked himself, I was too petrified in fear I didn't
run away; when he ejaculated, he dried himself with a hanky
in his pocket and, in a brusque manner, told me to leave
Outside, it took me a while to realize this man was a pig
but I was too ashamed to tell anyone and instead went
up to our flat opened a book by Robert Louis Stevenson
and began reading about islands and bright light
Love in a boat
The water in the bay is blue and calm
a couple in a sailboat sits close together
he has one hand on the tiller and the other
hand around her waist
she rests her head on his shoulder, eyes
closed, a contented smile on her
full lips
it is so quiet only those two in the world
as the sea gently slaps against the hull
and the sails lazily flap.
That was their moment, whatever
comes after, is secondary to this
moment when two hearts sang in unison
Life’s journey starts with morning light,
With cries and whispers, small and bright.
Each step we take, a breath we give,
In patterns woven, learn to live.
The spring of youth, so full of bloom,
With laughter echoing in each room.
The world’s a stage, a grand display,
With dreams and hopes in bright array.
Through summer’s heat, we forge our path,
With love and loss, with joy and wrath.
We chase the sun, we scale the heights,
We bask in days and cherish nights.
But autumn calls with hues of gold,
With stories shared and hands to hold.
Our pace slows down, our vision clear,
The end draws near, yet we don’t fear.
Winter whispers in the cold,
With tales of time and growing old.
The snowflakes fall, a gentle breath,
A solemn dance, the path to death.
And so we walk from birth to end,
A circle closed, a life to spend.
The path of life, a fleeting breath,
And at its end, the peace of death.
For in the stillness, silence deep,
A promise kept, a final sleep.
The path of life, with joy and strife,
And death, the end of precious life.
Love in a boat
The water in the bay is blue and calm
a couple in a sailboat sits close together
he has one hand on the tiller and the other
hand around her waist
she rests her head on his shoulder, eyes
closed, a contented smile on her
full lips
it is so quiet only those two in the world
as the sea gently slaps against the hull
and the sails gently flap.
That was their moment, whatever
comes after, is secondary to this
moment when two hearts sang in unison
In solitude with eyes
closed, a bell flashes with a
little girl chuckling, chasing it.
In stillness, silence, the bell starts
tolling and the girl intently stares at it,
eyes beaming with glee and a radiant smile
expressing delight. I opened my eyes, shook my
head, thought of the childlike innocence, the display
of honesty, freedom, enthusiasm and suddenly remembered
my own childhood always excited hearing the church bells tolling
for they meant fun, cheers, good times. Hearing the bell at six o’ clock
in the evening for worship or Angelus prayer at our altar, meant having dinner
with my favorite dish or dessert for dinner was served after our prayers. Hearing
the bells after the morning Easter Sunday procession meant fun in the beach
for everybody went there for fun and lunch to celebrate the Resurrection.
Hearing the bells after the four o’ clock morning masses during the
Christmas season, from December sixteen through
twenty four meant eating delicious
rice cakes at the church
kiosk.
In the silence, shadows creep,
Life's journey ends, we fall asleep.
A timeless slumber, deep and still,
Death's mystery, a solemn thrill.
Like fading stars in the endless night,
We leave this world, take our flight.
A chapter closed, a final breath,
In the dance of life and death.
I start walking
and shake off at the same time
shake off
painstakingly
each person
ties in eternal darkness
they prepare and self-cultivate
continuous scrutiny of life and death
candlestick lamp,In a cathedral space
light or extinguish fire,distorted
Sorrow echoes from
a distant grave,smells of the end
The city hall that stopped balancing the books
it closed a long time ago
This morning's rainbow is caught
In the city park
In the tree branches
it is complicated,it keep doing that
under the guise of an object
flying from
person to person
It's boring to just wait for someone
I start walking
and throw out at the same time
throw out
somebady is calling me
without hesitation,generously,incessantly
Crows have been singing
for tens of thousands of years,did i notice it?
the sun slips down
the evening moon overlooks it
thick fog around
pass the dead walking with their heads forward down
I noticed,Up until now
we've been walking backwards
I noticed that
we are not moving forward
So I can't see the future
Forever I had groomed her for this day,
I felt as thought my heart would burst with pride,
Her dad stood there to give our girl away,
As all admired the beauty of the bride.
I allowed for just a moment to think back,
And picture her still clinging to my hand,
Those monsters always waiting to attack,
They've only changed, soon she will understand.
But for today she's happy and she glows,
She sees me quickly dash a tear away,
Her eyes are telling me how much she knows,
That I am giving so much on this day.
Now down the aisle she moves as on a cloud,
He reaches out and takes her trembling hand
I may be sad but still I feel so proud,
The emotions are so hard to understand.
A chapter closed, a new one has begun,
The page has turned and she is on her way,
But forever she will be my little one,
My little bride is lovely on her wedding day.
Butterfly, Butterfly, Oh! so fair
On gossamer wings you flit on the air
Soaring serenely high up above
Tell me, please tell me, where is my true love?
With my arms wrapped around you
You started to weep
And the tears that you shed
Flowed down your sweet cheek
The tears I know, were to you quite a slip
But I brushed them away with a kiss from my lips
And the moments together were so full of love
They had to be blessed from the Heavens above
Like the clouds passed the moon
On the breezes so light
When we both held our hands
And I kissed you goodnight
Butterfly, Oh Butterfly unfurl your wings
Whisper to me a few little things
Was that last kiss an omen that came from your heart
Or the sadness we felt, when we had to part
The lingering touch of your hand held in mine
Closed a chapter of life that was Oh! so, sublime
I know that I'll never find love like we had
But my memories of you will keep me ever so glad.
At the centre of the sea
A calm a quiet a still
All commotions at bay
There we us lay
Just you and me
At the centre of the sea
At the centre of the sea
No greed no malice
No need of outward polish
No call for any police
Just seated face to face
Turquoise thoughts of grace
Just you and me
At the centre of the sea
No noise no commotion
Despite the waves of ocean
No convulsive motion
Just hearty devotion
Pink tulips of emotion
No sales promotion
Just a tiny transaction
Of purple peace and bliss
Eyes closed a kiss
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September 2, 2019
Silence Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Silent One
I did a double take drying blurry eyes gazing upon the blue moon
There appeared to be a man on a ladder beneath her swinging and dancing to a tune
Was he lowering a tire swing, could it be?
The moon glowed with a warm welcoming wink and a smile that beckoned me
Swinging and singing on that tire swing I didn't notice I was ascending higher in the air
Surpassing cloud number nine left no room for a solitary worry or care
Sweet embrace indeed it was to be scooped upon the moon within his arms
The man on the moon turned out to be a man of many charms
In orbit around the moon through constellations we danced
Upon arrival of sweet milky way sensations were all enhanced
Final scene his lips carressed my forehead on center stage of starry night sky
Pulled me in close before gently lowering me to earth whispering "dream now, don't cry"
As curtains are drawn closed a visit from the sandman can't come too soon
I eagerly await my next magical encounter with the man on the moon
I don't want to run and hide
From these feelings way inside
That's been shut and closed a while
Emotions were not my style
Anger hurt and revenge
Never made me break or bend
Joy caring and happiness
I never really got to miss
I was always cold as stone
Being on my very own
Feelings never seen or heard
Others tried but never lured
Me into showing any
Even though I had plenty
That built up not getting loose
You planned out a sneaky ruse
Making emotions explode
My heart can no longer hold
All these feelings of love in
My life will finally begin
Slowly and gradually
You have set me free
Being alone for so long
Always acting very strong
Never realizing there was more
Now I just want to explore
All the mixed up things I've hid
No more putting a tight lid
On emotions never felt
You came along with the help
I needed to feel the touch
Of the love I've missed so much
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