Yet again such troubles
Speaketh as words
The surges of evening
Make darkest the day
As if expectance is deserved
_______________________________
If you can withstand my
Ooh auh wollies
And my auh we oohs
Then I can deal with your
Auh she mollies til we
Say I do
Got auh nutta one
Tryna get tween
She and me
Baby keep me near
Got auh nutta one
The buck stops right here
She's my lady
Someone I love sincre
If the nights are for sleeping
I will say I do
Conflicting resolutions
Solved tween me and you
She likes meddling
She likes getting in
Others affair
She tells a story
I feel like I'm right there
If it's about us together
Then I am all in
Marrying a special woman
One I call my best friend
Got your gossiping
Right here in my hand
All ways got some thing
Only you know
My wife is my friend
Stop underming me
My gal is right here
Those you better hands
And snears and sleases
It all stops right here
Death is expected and reflected
Our life is what they reference
When reflectance is of essence
Expectance in death is the presence
From the ones that we have left
Our loved ones feel bad
About the gaps between visits
When in all reality you still exist
Just no longer in the flesh
I’ll forever be with you
The promise forever kept
There was a hush, a sense of waiting
for what? the forest animals were unsure,
just an expectance, an unrest or unsettled
feeling kept them from being relaxed.
What could it be? none was sure
just a feeling that hung in the air
a sense of something not right
a heaviness in the forest air.
Animals milled around
on high alert wondering
waiting not sure what to do
then came a bark of alarm.
Bedlam broke loose
all scattered not sure from what.
just a sense of unease
as they huddled together.
Then the feeling eased
animals started to relax
soon they were all grazing
going about the day's activities.
The sense of unease
was never solved
but it had been in the air
now all was peaceful once again.
Just as the eve has come
The joy of mourning has become undone
We tell ourselves each day is one
Expectance is the claim of none
A harrowed trail of battled drums
The humming sum of rains to come
Acceptance is the aim to some
While rejection feints the cause of shun
Epiphanies are all but done
The roar of morning has just begun
Harrowed hum will become
The first sense from the portal destination was contentment and a smile to the eyes-
of barnyard kin and neighbor, those curious smiles welcomed in tandem with an expectance,
something I cannot put my finger on or elaborate,
but only as that I was a visitor but not a stranger.
Eager but calm faces
silhouetted amidst the moonlight's particle beam,
dusts that danced like Fairy-folk in training
held spotlight and stage
to announce me in theatrical swirl.
The scent of damp straw permeated just enough
to add to the ambience. Then I looked out and slightly skyward, just below mountain level- to the east.
There sat a great City-
which looked to be made of Topaz and Steel and an impossible white material
that reminded me of alabaster and taffy.
That is where I remembered, that I met her.
Arjuna, a grand warrior, well habited to,
Fight against nastiest of warrior crew;
Finds himself faced with kith and kin
To fight a war, hence, he fears within;
Dilemma-filled he calls out to God,
God hears him and hurries to his aid;
Erasing the doubts shrouding him,
He bids him his duties to perform;
Duty of a warrior is fighting, he says,
Not ever thinking of victory of loss;
Pleasure or pain or victory or defeat
Reckon on actions with no deceit;
Fighting against inner inclinations,
Demeanors, evil desires, illusions;
Losing all that’s imperfection within,
Combating to gain the life’s soul win;
Knowledge combined with love is ideal,
Action and no inaction – must be real;
Doing duties with no fruit expectance,
Must be the pursuit of human existence;
Though it may not be always possible,
Striving towards it is, indeed, feasible...
05 July 2021
It was a rose among the thorns
It was a solution among the problems
It was a sweetness among the sourness
It was a king among the kings
The expectance it brought
The honour it cherished
The ageless it embraced
The respect it should be given
It was a loner in the making
It was a distinguished human being
It was a unique and different species
It was a philanthropist among the nations
#"NOT MUSIC TO MY EARS..."
Beeps, Bleeps, Bells and Whistles in a Hospital Setting, Netting The Feeling to the Ears of Sharp Prickly Thorny Thistles That Nestle's The EARS of One's Very Soul, Rendering COLD Hypnotic, Robotic Timed Unwanted Lyrics In A Setting that's Unsettling and Upsetting...Yet, the Resetting of Unyielding Chimes Define a Disturbed Mind And BODY; I Beg Mercy On Me To Please Stop and Finally Cease...If Only For Few Mere Moments to Receive PEACE And RELEASE From This RELENTLESS CHORUS...
A CHORESOME ACCEPTANCE WITH NO EXPECTANCE OF SUBSIDING.
MEANWHILE, I SWIM AND IMMERSE IN THIS SYMPHONY CURSE AND THE RHYTHMS INSIDE, COINCIDE...
BUT, NOT AGAINST MY UN-WANTING!#
2/3/2018 ©Renee Denise Gross
A hazy sunshine fills the empty room
The light creating a mixture of
serene fog and dancing rays
A figure forms in the haze
floating on air
and holding a staff with a golden head
It waves the fog around into
rainbow-coloured circles
Some small, some big
All concentric
and encasing two shapes
They radiate a lenitive breeze
and the scent of roses
I hear a slight rhythm
emanating from its edges
consuming all air in the room
My lips fall dry,
then moisten
with a cinnamon taste
My body quakes
My teeth beat together
ungracefully
Stricken by terror and
expectance at once
I can feel the tightness around my waist
as the two shapes embrace
as if caught in the hollow warmth
between them
Trickles of sweat
run between my eyes
severing the rays
Bird calls ring through
and start lining into inaudible verses
My heart races and I start to quiver
I’m blind, and deaf
and covered by a warm sheath
Tell me, my love
Do you feel it too?
On the morn of the eve of infinity
Saw the eyes of a stranger I knew
As she danced to the tune of the Devil
By the silvery light of the moon
I said " Lady I came here for drinkin'"
But her burning gaze finished my sentence
She said " Sir! Won't you tell me your secret
And I'll be your queen of repentance"
So soldier or sailor live life to the last
Believe in the truth of expectance
For in some dark tavern or shady bordello
You may meet her the queen of repentance
Then her hand held mine like a grape to a vine
With a promise of pleasures untold
And this angel or wraith was to replace my faith
And shone light in a soul turned cold
So soldier or sailor come tell her your secret
For she's your last chance of redemption
Let the black in your soul be replaced by the light
Where no sin is too great for exemption
Imprints
Expectance can be shattered by reality
But reality can be crippled by your steps
Be careful of the imprints that you leave
For they are the guidance of your childrens future
Precept
Turbulation through existance and time
Never trying to counteract the pieces of twine
That is trying to rip me apart
Clinging to the expectance of someone else
Reaching but collapsing again and again
Maybe nature in charge of its own course and mine
Precept is my only light
Once more then shall I engage
Once more shall I endeavor
Once more precept
Shall be my eternal vitality
By:
Tammy R. Flanagan
The hand that caresses the wave.
The mouth that hardly opens –
breathes in the fresh wind of the stone-pines.
To speak to the stars,
to write out signs –
that can be learnt.
It is known by the astrologers, magi,
illusionists, newspapermen.
All this can be learnt.
To be in conformity
with the expectance.
That is the art
of the skilful ones, the thought of the blind men.
People who sing in the boat
that has sailed off, do they know?
Does the sand remember other steps
but those of the children?
The hand that caresses the wave.
The mouth breathes in – the fresh wind
of the stone-pines.
As I close the curtains on wavering thoughts,
How did you bare the pain of your body’s conflict?
The mirror on the wall captures a picture of my hurt,
Tears fall as I wait for the mists of my pain to lift.
So many answers needed but now laid to rest,
My confusion as to “Why You?” never known.
Expectance the only option, for what else is there?
Solutions like an hour glass, empty and long gone.
Left shocked and broken, when reality hit home,
The battle within you raged, way out of your control.
A parasitic army draining you of strength and life,
Your loss leaves me numb right through to my soul.
As others watched helpless, you were falling,
Into the waiting arms of a better place.
Where pain and illness will never touch you,
I hope you smiled as you gave into it’s embrace.
We’ll all miss you, but know you will be smiling,
You will be remembered with love in our hearts.
At night I will always have a thought for you,
I will look for your face in the stars.
©.L.Kelly
I see a girl who hurting, yet hides the tears she cries,
I see a girl, who tries to be brave when ‘ere she meets hard times,
I see this girl ignore the taunts and jeers of all her “friends”,
She bears the scorn her own family shows every time that it happens,
She has few friends who care for her, who understands her pain,
But people try to break her heart by turning her friends to hate,
This girl she hides behind a mask of expectance not dread,
When deep inside her heart is tearing her dignity to shreds,
I know this girl, she is my friend, and I understand her, you see,
I feel the pain she feels inside, because that girl lives inside me.
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