She was too real for my youth,
I was stunned by her,
she came to my eyes
so unbearably perfect
that her very presence challenged
belief in any other.
Her beauty seemed reborn in every second.
No longer was time my jailer,
no longer was I a chained thought
locked within a silent skull.
She freed me,
I became a bird in her hand,
there I flew to her fingertips
and sang ethereal love songs
songs that had never touched
the earth below.
Years later, cruel time cursed me
with dull black eyes
in which her star could no longer shine.
I forgot how to love her,
forgot how to be simple.
She had become an ice-figure
carved out of my unthawing memory.
It seemed to me there,
in my shallow grave of undying loss,
that she had never happed,
but it was I
who had never happened enough,
nor sang brightly enough.
Then the night came
to dig us both a place
to be lost in.
Categories:
happed, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Hopeful Hope hoped to hop an icy slope,
The hapless slope hampered hopeless Hope’s Hope.
But hope dies last,
And Hope at last
Happily happed to hop an icy slope!
February 3, 2022
Categories:
happed, hope, humorous,
Form: Limerick
Prophets spoke of a dove-white one who'd come but stay unseen
Whose alicorn and equine form could by no man be tamed
So very few dared hope her be more than only legend
I among the faithless too, 'til happed upon her presence
Behold! This perfect being! Resplendent in her beauty
Her fierce green eyes and noble mane: I was captivated
Awestruck, undone, of impure flesh: unable to pursue
This holy one, now with my heart, slipped silently away
So now I long, both night and day, to gain a second glance
By prayer and faith, some soon day, to meet her once again
To gaze upon her graceful form, and breathe her majesty
And see anew, in light of morn, what's only in my dreams
But dreams for now must be enough, through stormy nights ahead
Till winds calm and tears have dried, and I hold her near again
Categories:
happed, allegory, journey, love, myth,
Form: Sonnet
My muse once sleeping is awake.
She was up long before daybreak
to catch the first long-distance bus.
“Forget what happed between us”.
She's been so nice to me last night
and so submissive that I might
have thought that she and I… Alas,
“Forget what happed between us”.
“I tired, - she said, - to be your muse,
to search for reasons to excuse
your absences, to wait, to cuss…
Forget what happed between us.
You are the most ingrate brunet
with blue-grey eyes I ever met
and furthermore, you’re Russian. Thus
forget what happed between us.”
Categories:
happed, muse, relationship,
Form: Rhyme
A late bloomer to say the least
Timid , always in the background
A date? you've got to be kidding
To be asked would really astound
A brainy girl with thick glasses
A male friend that was "nerdy" too
With stuttering anguish he asked
How this happed I finally knew
It seems our mothers had a sly plan
To the junior prom we should go
It was a disaster from start to finish
We got through it, how I don't know
We are still friends after all these years
Those memories bring a laugh and tears
Now my glasses are stylish apparel
And he teaches kids how to conquer their fears....
Categories:
happed, feelings, friendship,
Form: Quatrain
Heartache
It happed so long ago, a memory which inhabits the shadow land.
She been complaining about a headache, then doctors hospital
and her illness was fatal. It happed so quickly it was difficult to take
It in. After the funeral there was a reception at the flat we had
Shared, her sister had arranged for a cafe to deliver cakes, coffee
and sandwiches. Since most of the furniture and ornaments had
belonged to her relatives were eying pieces they liked, and
touching her dresses. I found this distressing and hoped they would
soon leave; they did and left me to do the washing up.
In the afternoon I walked along the river when I suddenly sensed
her presence, a strong surge, a force of love walked beside me.
For weeks she was always there, late at night and in the morning,
It gave me strength to continue. Only gradually did she let go,
only came back when I was in deep anguish and didn’t know how to
get through the day. Then one morning, and it was May, she was gone
it was as she was sure now I could cope with life.
Categories:
happed, life, me,
Form: Blank verse
What happened to the girl i knew
All the things we used to do
All the late night fun
Now I feel our time is done
Most of the time I was on the road
I never thought we'd get old
What happed to the kisses and the hugs
Being addicted to me like a drug
Every weekend you holding me close
That is what I miss the most
Long phone calls, up all night
But all we do is fight, fight, fight
What happened to the long talks
Candle light dinner and long walks
You use to be all about me
Now all we do is disagree
I used to want to come home
But there's no point if I feel all alone.
Categories:
happed, lost loveme, time, drug,
Form: Rhyme
What happened to all the gay poets I used to love?
I just sprained my thumb on the tailgate of my truck
What happened to all the lesbian poets that I loved?
Pockets full of rhymes and rocks
What happed to all the poets?
That were
Here
To
Say
I
Am
Not
You
I
Am
Some
Other
From
A different
Age
No
Labels
Nowhere
Gone
Categories:
happed, allegorypoets,
Form: Burlesque