The moon was bright when we were stargazing.
I thought the stars were haphazardly scattered across the sky.
You didn’t.
You thought they were intentionally placed in every space.
I liked the idea of them being thrown like seeds and you liked the idea of them being carefully set.
So, we agreed to disagree.
Now the moon isn’t so bright.
And the stars are covered by clouds.
And I wish we had agreed.
She sees but black.
He sees only white.
She sees the day.
He sees the night.
Both firmly convinced
without any doubt
that the other knows nothing
of what they're talking about.
She will not bend.
Neither will he.
She says, "It Is."
He says, "It can't be."
Both are stubborn as mules.
Both do remain strong
for only one can be right
and the other, dead wrong.
Two hearts that once loved,
now distant and weak.
Differences unsolved
they no longer speak.
How can two walk together
unless they agree?
Their pride kept intact
as they both are set free.
Now aged, looking back
'cross the shadowy years,
she can only recall
his face, through her tears.
As his memory now finds her
still there in his heart,
and neither remembers
why they grew apart.
She saw only black.
He saw only white.
She said, "You are wrong."
He insisted, "I'm right."
Both went separate ways.
Now, too late, comes the doubt
as they wonder… "What was it
that we argued about?"
Two ravens in the summer dusk
Were, back and forth, debating
From two phone poles, loud and brusque
They kept deliberating
When one gave their rebuttal
The other answered back
But far be it from the kettle
To call the raven black
And while I stood observing
They looked at me askance
A creature undeserving
Of a simple sideways glance
On this one thing they did agree
Those two birds of a feather
And, mocking all humanity
They flew away together.
"...if you are too careful love will not find you." ~Rumi
If you are not careful
Love will find you,
Like fire finds a tinder.
For: BITE SIZE POEM no24 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
October 21, 2021
HOW TO EMBRACE LIFE
Life is up to you
Either a confused strife
Or rev up your life
What to choose?
It's all up to you.
If stumble upon an argument
Accompanies disagreement
Inner commotion creates ripples
Our weaken system cripples
Differences break us apart
This pave the way to depart
If ready for peace
Issues ready to cease
Stability within
Stillness set in
Clarity touches to the core
Solutions come to the fore
What to choose?
It's all up to you.
FIRST PLACE
ALL YOURS (May 27)
Contest Judged: 5/27/2021
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
So much of what is frothy babble
is laid before us as a truth when in truth
it is but frothy babble.
Each shiny coin newly mined and minted
with a fragrance green as the grasses
passes for a personage we would gather.
Coins as friends,
Ends justifying means,
The aftermath of fruitful beans.
Upon a curved light borne
he hones his friendships
as slivers of glass.
Reflections all so tall
and all so disavowed;
nor allowed the looser noose
of the absolute.
What is that fragrance passing
for a freedom.
What is that passing need
as the world turns,
as the days of our lives burn,
as we move as one multitude
beneath a blanket of toes
with our noses wrapped.
Worrying, scurrying for
the last scrap of paper
on which is printed not
a single famous image
but is destined
to carry our waste.
Stand and fight today?
But wait, for what do you say.
For the right?...Or nay?
Do not let us quarrel anymore.
We would not if, but, you would let it go.
However, I can't because you continue to,
It's not my fault to stop you
for to win this I need stop all together,
You first.
No wise man is recognized in a market place
Here bought and sold only universal follies
Uniqueness is disregarded and an offence is taken
When you talk about things with different attitude
Disagreement is condemnation of what they believe
And turn their faces long, in heart bear a grudge
So a cleaver man avoids them and keeps silence
If he has to share his rare thoughts, he shares with few
Common man loves common talks and ways
Throw them pearls, under their feet they will trample
No matter how serious you and your words are
First they underestimate, next they blow them out
Poems by Jefri/me
The world is going round
but to me is going wrong
My school is my dream
even though my teachers are mean
I cant stand it no more
but everyday I hope no more bore.
A n attempt to bamboozle him.
D irecting the abomination
I nto my inner soul.
S corn, in the flame of passion,
A ffection going nowhere.
G iving way to struggle, looking for a
R eason to cherish
E very yearning.
E nding this bitter taste,
M aking this relationship
E stranged.
N ever will it bloom
T o a tender love.
© Hazel
For Delilah Ventura's Dictionary Fun Comp.
19/11/12
DISAGREEMENT
“I shot an arrow into the air
It fell to earth I knew not where”
But then I narrow
And my heart harrowed down
I know how tomorrow
Will never ever be
I hurriedly ride a train
As it seem it would rain!
It's days like today that make
me want to hold on a little longer
We had fun laughed joked
and for once we were us again
I felt like I was back in school
hanging out with my crush
When it made my day
Just to have you hold my hand
But it's nights like tonight
fights like we had
The refusal to talk it out
that make me want to scream
To sit down and cry
hoping my heart would feel better
It's nights like tonight
that make me want let go and give up
It's a mixture of these things
that make me wish my head and heart would agree
dull ache today
back of my head
there is nothing more
to be said
I lost you for a day or two
as we went our separate ways
we disagreed to disagree
and held a grudge for days
I missed you but I got the chance
to see you in the clear
without the veil of love to blind me
I saw again who you were
a rare and sacred find
the man I fell in love with so many years ago
all your beauty
all your strength
your loving beautiful hands
Blessed by disagreement I was centered once again
and drew you in to loving me
and we began again.
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