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.”
Categories:
cont, fairy, fantasy, mystery, myth,
Form: Narrative
And men eyes are close to see one giving. Now I shall tell you with truth in heart, that we shall suffer Satan dark. I have written about this darkness and gloom, but now I shall show another chance for you. Just before the great fall of men that unholy night. We will stand to see the holy light. For the son of the most high come with a single tear in his eye. Cause just like his father he has love for you and I. and with his army's of angels that love him true. Shall fight the devil and his demons for me and you. And if you have any sense you would ask for forgiveness at that time. Cause there is no great chance for man.
For let us all find this faith in us. For now we shall prepared for the battle. And if the spirit wills, there I shall write the victory of men. And the children shall not cry when the darkness comes. Cause they shall live in peace with all of us.
Categories:
cont, age, dark, death,
Form: Sonnet
she brought the animal up to look at it more closely
that is when we heard a blood curdling shriek
“it peed on me” she repeated between screams and the
fwog went flying into the grass. mr. frog was not injured
but it appeared, to me that he was very indignant.
dark curls tumbling over her little head
tears streaming Michele ran or toddled to momma
looking for solace. I over heard momma say
“don’t rub your eyes it will sting”.
I turned away as a grin spread across my face;
that will teach her I thought.
Categories:
cont, childhood, memory,
Form: Prose Poetry
i'm slipping an sliding in, glancing up, then down, gazing at the most perfect smiling frown... 'get up!' from across the room spoke the dark, i slipped out of awake into another dream, like the year before, i'd thought better than to open the door, after all i could sleep no more -
there was no light, to light her piano ocean, this is where wire framed figures come alive, drifting in and out of her golden silver shore. blinking, red lights in a corner record as an audience of a thousand one hundred eleven watch in silence, as we dance, one one two three five and on -
the point, is the beautiful painful punctuation of this place, glowing blurring time and space, moon songs shuffle like dj amor, and wishes of baby's breath, new found rak lacking clarity.
please take my hand nurse, the isolation the desolation seem too complete, sing the song of a healers intention, so the night finds light and my sleep -
nothing ever sits as it set out to be, everything is more than before to one and none, as the billboard standards whisper, welcome, to the land of delete -
Categories:
cont, faith, life, longing, love,
Form: I do not know?
Shadows Past, Dance with memories of Yore
Shadows Past, Singing LOVE Songs for LENORE
Shadows Past, Crying Tears of agony
Shadows Past, Waiting for Eternity
Join together FOREVER and ALWAYS
Entwine with Lost Love in Heaven's Hallways
Ignite Love's Fire with a dying Ember
Shadows Past, Forgotten LOVE: Remember
I live in Death, waiting for death " To LIVE "
A Broken Heart prepares itself to Give -
To YOU, LENORE: "My Everlasting LOVE"
A LOVE as Pure as GOD's Heavenly Dove
For Eons of Eternity as One
Spirit of GOD, Lenore and I : as ONE
Dedicated to Rebecca Larkin For Her Gracious Comment on "Shadows Past" (Rhyme)
Categories:
cont, god, life, love, wife,
Form: Sonnet
TIGER TAKES TO THE WOODS
Tiger’s coaches are to blame
If he isn’t on his game
He’s too lazy to compete
And too proud to take defeat.
Clinics have become his style
Fans pay big for Tiger smiles
Categories:
cont, satire, sports,
Form: Clerihew
Hold the pickles
And the mustard too
A real time functions
Having fun with you
She lies in disguise
A gooey ducks prize
A funky ‘ask why’
In a mustard; on rye
Catch.is.up!
“Busta move…”
he said;
”...Batters luck!...”
She taps the cat
on her heal at that
with spikes at the base
of her feet…
Hearts are sweet and
heat is the treat
when a honey and a
funky.squeak.meet
“wanna touch the ball babe?”
;)~
Q.Count! mutant
x
Categories:
cont, imagination
Form: I do not know?
I rub,
caress,
knead your aching muscles.
your feet,
magnificent,
I kiss the arch,
along I march,
to your calf.
Travel up your silky thigh-way
I found enlightenment along this path...
Jared Pickett
12/31/09
Asavvy1
Categories:
cont, inspirational
Form: Free verse
...Tinsel shadows climb our hoping walls
Like the fat gray juices of angry guilt
Like the time my brother stole my joy
So that he could gloat in the reckoning
Of life like the Old Gambler on the hill
Wishing his horse would just die
Though I love him still, and his horse
And all thoughtless creatures
Received by us and given to us
For whatever purpose tended like a garden
In our minds and
I am my brothers keeper
As he keeps me around him like the wrapping of pages
From photo albums never made, blanketing him
Smothering him with wisdom and purpose and so
Every man is my brother and every photo of every man
Is the cherished relic of my church.
The dead forever whisper
Chanting our names so the ink and
Honey and lungs may re-speak truth
So our passage to the Core
Remains new and inventive.
Our hands through blue hair
Like wings of light
Through the rotting sewage of human time.
Speak now through color and life!
Or later, in death, from shadows.
Oh joy, oh joy, oh unimpeded joy!
Follow me like the sun follows the crow
Like the moon’s earthen glow.
And dance, dance, dance.
Categories:
cont, passionbrother, brother, me,
Form: Free verse
I reminisce, of my lonely youth : every other month a different MOM and DAD.
I often pretended to be happy : I never PRETENDED to be (MAD) or SAD.
Excuse me sir; my name is GRACE We thank-you for your generosity.
I look upon the innocent with their magical, mystical , hide me from
everything cloak
I could see, through a tiny glimps of their eyes These children were strong
as an oak.
As I drifted, in a daze : my brain not cognizant; floating nowhere, until Grace
spoke.
We are children of darkness, the daytime people look at us in disgust, we
prefer night.
Mama died, and DAD is LOST : I know not who to turn to; I cried somber
tears :
FOR THESE CHILDREN OF THE NIGHT
( to be continued )
Categories:
cont, hope, inspirational, love, children,
Form: Narrative
Her clothes where tattered and shabby : What are you doing out so late at night?
Green eyes speaking, before her voice : will you buy an origami swan in flight?
I reached into my pocket : a dime, a nickel , and two pennies : seventeen cents.
Beyond her, I saw silhouettes behind my flowers, in my garden.
Babies with faces : cold and rough, expressionless, and hardened.
Are they with you? I asked , yes she said, I truly beg your pardon.
Come inside : do not let the night increase the children ‘s fears.
She grabbed her baby brother ; her two kid sisters followed her in. I cried;
Somber Tears
(to be continued)
Categories:
cont, hope, life, love,
Form: Narrative
Billy never could remember,
At least that's what he said,
Just what it was that set him off--
That made him pull the pistol,
And shoot his lifelong buddy, dead.
Billy cried just like a baby,
As we let Tom's body down.
He even helped to fill the grave
With that rich, black soil of Kansas.
Then the marshal took him back to town.
The trial was fair and speedy;
There wasn't much to say.
The jury found Bill guilty,
And the judge, with cold expression,
Set forth his hanging day.
We laid young Bill to rest that day,
In a grave beside his friend.
Side by side they'd lived their lives--
Now side by side, beneath the sod,
Somehow seemed a fitting end.
Categories:
cont, cowboy-western, death, history, life,
Form: I do not know?