The summer we always shared,
Those nights—just memories we had
Everything vanished in one go—
The ache remains? I don’t think so.
It’s just that I’m guilty of letting you go.
I didn’t try harder—that frustrates me, though I never let it show.
If I had spoken,
Things would’ve been different.
But the promises made on your mum’s deathbed aren’t meant to be broken,
Even if they shut the door of happiness you always left open.
This will be my last presence, before I shift abroad,
And my eyes must be paid back by dear Lord—
To bear and endure the most excruciating scene,
One which’ll be witnessed by every part of me.
It’s not unavoidable, though my brother wants me to see,
How you two confess your “love” for each other to the world,
And you’ll soon be a couple —while I clap with a smile,
Pretending I’ve heard the most wonderful news in a while.
A final caution—don’t look at me while walking down the aisle,
’Cause then I won’t be able to look back into your eyes.
I can’t let my feelings out on the best day of your life,
I gotta accept the fate,
That it’s just you and Jere and 10/10 I rate.
. Did you know that there is a place we can go
Enjoy some soup, Poetry Soup that is I love it so
All kinds of ingredients go into the pot to cook,
You don’t believe me? Right now just take a look
There is wonderful poetry some of it you can write
Places to learn about, so many that are out of sight
There's art from the classics see how many you spot
Stories are fun to read, some in rhyme, some not
All the forms of poetry, some short, some are long
All will tell you about your poetry what is strong
Competitions to enter so welcome right along
You can write short stories if you are inclined
Just sit back read great poems, to unwind
Important ingredient still one more
It will be your favorite I am sure
The one you come back for
It’s the friends you make
Combine it no mistake
Mix it with friendship, to bake
Bake slowly til tender and easy eaten
Take a big taste your life will sweeten
Eureka bliss continuum,
explodes concepts our mind clings to,
which sans ego residuum,
enables rapture to renew.
Yet to get to, we must let go,
to feel God’s light within us grow,
simply making our touch gentle,
invoking bliss transcendental.
Thought forms that arise,
often agonise,
unless
a plan we devise,
choosing to baptise
and bless,
rather than apprise
these ego spawned lies
that stress.
If we would progress,
our soul must access
the heart,
choosing to undress,
rather than suppress
thoughts smart,
ego dispossess
that fears which oppress,
depart.
Whence fear and soul part,
bliss beats then do start
to rise.
Love added to cart,
makes magnetism dart
to highs;
truly a learnt art
of how we impart,
touch wise.
07-April-2022
Virelai
Follow the rhythm of love divine
Simply vaporise lower mind
Behold how love for love does pine
There’s nothing else to be divined
Body is a gigantic urn
Bliss furrows penetrate our form
Heart delights with this benign burn
Magnetic throbs take us by storm
Exit limitations mental
To be here now free, simply be
Inviting bliss transcendental
Then ‘me’ dissolves, all becomes ‘we’
All we need to do is let go ~
Bliss beats rise when we choose to flow
19-March-2023
this jigsaw puzzle has missing parts
optimal then, to add heart to cart
love aligned, stance erect
blissful, with no defect
get rid thee now, of ego upstart
23-July-2021
There is no envy
of where we live:
rundown apartment complexes,
dangerous housing projects.
Poorly zoned business districts
whose warehouses cut through our landscape
like the tombstone's of giants,
sitting tagged and vacant
from a boom that never happened.
We are a single community
divided amongst ourselves;
a dozen or so quarter mile barrios.
Each fiercely guarded
by angry, misguided youth.
They bleed to protect something
that’s worth absolutely nothing
for reasons hardly above reproach.
This is the land of concrete and graffiti;
broken knuckles and broken hearts;
the place where flashes of light
break the night and sometimes,
we die.
This is the crazy west side,
the youth wrecker,
the damager of all who dwell.
This is home, where the guns go off.
Later on today...yeah...
Fireworks are gonna sound like
Gunshots in each direction...
But, it looks like a growing sunflower in the air
The sounds are too much to bear...
Scaring cats and dogs away...
Confusion sticks to us...like a leech
I'm not feeling okay...I want to go to the beach
I have a migraine...okay?
Let me swim away into the ocean
Fireworks go off, but I'm caught in waves of motion...
And I forget about the commotion...
Thank the Lord Almighty...
For His loving-kindness and peace He plants in me
I'm Experiencing
Cloud 7
Again...thank heaven
I get afraid when
Fireworks go off
I get spooked out in the den
Full of lions and I have
ENOUGH
OF
THIS
NONSENSE...
Quit
The
Noise...
ENOUGH
WITH
YOUR
PRESENCE
Quit
wandering
around
like
all
FIVE
toes...
REJOICE! It's fourth of July!
Oooh! Look at the glorious, black velvet sky!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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