In my deepest melancholic mood,
when my appetite ceases for food.
When I can hardly get an hour's sleep.
When I'm tempted for nothing to weep.
When I can scarcely retain a smile.
When happiness goes a distant mile
away from my world of emotions.
I veer off from my own commotions,
when I journey through my own feelings
to get the best of inner healings.
Positive conquest takes center stage
as it defuses my inner rage.
I am renewed with positive thoughts
as my inner melancholy rots.
I simply relive my happiest days,
as my memory the good times replays.
I think of my friends and family,
and the good times we spent happily.
I retain my uplifting memories
which I penned down in Emory's diaries.
Billows of a winter snow blowing through my curtain window
all I sweet remember is the way the willow tree smelled
that creamy, sugary, wintergreen scent of its lovely mellow
and the way the sun tilted each time you looked at me...
Snowflakes falling from a heavy laden sky of marble
and though my heart is longing, it is full of your song
that slow jazz music made us drunk as we danced
beneath the sultry moon, like a a fork and spoon
February shivers, my how the winter defuses
all that is left is the scent of a warmth remembered
healing hands, *** secret pillow talks
You grew old I grew old, then we both stopped living
My how I recall those winter snaps,
two young lovers lost in the silk of life's entwine
I remember when our love was fresh and new
like the weeping willow, dressed to the nines
Ah ! But those were different times and now is now,
I am presently lost, ... in this winter pow.
I listen to the waves washing ashore
when the wind is but a breeze, nothing more.
And I sit all alone upon the beach,
looking up at heaven, just out of reach.
Darkness defuses daylight's dimming glow
as a sprinkling of stars begins to show.
And bathed in quietude, I've naught to say,
watching today morph into yesterday.
A breathtaking scarlet sun weaves the night
a coat of many colors stitched by light.
Awed by the sky's beatification;
I unleash my mind's imagination.
Embracing Nature as I would a friend,
I feel Her presence with me at day's end.
And purging my mind of all sense of time,
I discern peace within Her paradigm.
It's time to leave, yet I can't look away,
all my senses are begging me to stay.
And so, I remain watching stars twinkle,
moonbeams dance, and gilded waters crinkle.
It's about how many cars I didn't hit
How many tickets I didn't get
The pale blue sky
Sweet things that make me cry
Feeling great
Not filled with hate
My man
And all of our plans
Our little paradise in the woods
Elgin Local Goods
Precious amazing wonderful things
He continuously brings
Beautiful grand babies
Even the ifs why's and maybes
Money in the mail
Makes the end of the day just swell
Music that moves my soul
From world beat to rock and roll
go organic non-GMO homemade
No need for tirade
The many many choices
To glean from all the voices
The family and the kin
Driving me crazy now and again
The thousands of miles
Remembering to smile
Collecting friends
Some fade some remain to the end
Noticing the kindness of a stranger
That defuses the anger
Cherishing a glass of fine wine
Can take me back to a time
Of partying out back
And running with a pack
When the wine was not so fine
But having a hell of a time
Desire to celebrate
Not castigate
Hoping for patience with the masses
Seeing with more than my glasses
Accepting me
Just as I be
The feisty woman spewed torrential abuses
He holds her in his arms till her anger defuses
To despair over her phobias he simply refuses
Nightmares of being hated and unloved one day
Cloud her thoughts of his fearful avenge in some way
His calming voice cannot unnerve her in her usual fray
One such day his heart-beat stops as he lay stony still
A cold stare at her tongue that could no more bring him ill
Sobbing apologies echoed after her poisonous verbal pill
In his matrimonial life his patience had passed every test
Gloom spread as the dead lay on the pyre after his cardiac arrest
Such pretence was unseen as she hammered hard on his breast
Her beatings opened the flood gates of his arteries and he sat up affrighted
His son's eyes ogled out and hands quivered holding the torch that was lighted
Shrieks and rampage confused the reborn while at his back the shrew snorted
October 16, 2016
Contest No. 224
For Brain Strand
God whispers to the angels,
who open their aprons toward earth.
A thick curtain of flakes
cover life and death alike.
A swaying screen sweeps away color,
defuses light, disturbed only by a soft wind
slanting the mantle eastward;
pierced by stark sentinels whose branches
stand solid against its breath.
Schools close as kids cheer
and nature dons a turbid cloak.
The sky's roof caresses treetops.
Life stills, cocooned
in winter's satin embrace.
Who but the Creator
could alter our ambience
in one glorious afternoon?
God whispers to the angels,
who open their aprons toward earth.
A thick curtain of flakes
cover life and death alike.
A swaying screen sweeps away color,
defuses light, disturbed only by a soft wind
slanting the mantle eastward;
pierced by stark sentinels whose branches
stand solid against its breath.
Schools close as kids cheer
and nature dons a turbid cloak.
The sky's roof caresses treetops.
Life stills, cocooned
in winter's satin embrace.
Who but the Creator
could alter our ambience
in one glorious afternoon?
Intimacy is all I want, it's all I desire
But for now we'll let our words, be the fuel to our fire
I'm hardwired, to never give in and never give up,
but I've given into your heart, now your heart is all that I want
And lift you up, when you're down, I wanna turn you around
Lead you on the path into my life, yeah my heart is where you're bound
Cause without a sound, you could be gone and I could lose you,
So I sit around, and I savor the spark before it defuses
The feelings are true, I developed them only for you,
Intimate emotions combining with my devotion to see it through,
To tell the truth, there's billions of girls in the world,
But the only girl that I want, my feelings will forever be unfurled
And when I hear her voice, I melt, my skeleton fries,
cause we're a thousand miles away, but it's different in my eyes,
We're together, we could hear each others voices and live on forever,
The most beautiful girl in the world, so I gotta stay clever
frantic shoppers bustling through crowded stores
holidays take on new meaning
department store Santas
delight children’s dreams
great expectations
peace and love permeate the atmosphere
remember the Babe in Bethlehem
born in bitter winds, but bringing warmth to the world
getting caught up in the commercialization
defuses the harmony of celebration
love is the greatest gift to bestow
camaraderie and brotherhood align with God’s plan
*Entry for Brian’s “Your Choice Once More” contest