Sometimes it can be difficult to understand how what you did effects what you will do.
But once you understand that truth, you will understand how to move foward.
Fourty six years since our lives collided,
on sand swept paths, mostly sunny, some blighted.
I was taking a hiatus from men.
You came to rent a room in my heart.
It wasn't open back then.
A struggling, single mom with a young son.
There wasn't much space for any other one.
I worked evenings and some times slept in.
You showed up unexpectedly, a stranger, not kin.
He was in his pj's with Tenie's unlaced,
opened our front door to your unknown face.
My son, my protector, all of three feet high,
inquisitively asked, "are you a bad guy?"
Fourty six years later, this still brings a smile.
He opened our door to so much more which
made this life worth while.
acting believers
are kept waiting for God's prod
to make leap of faith
What a way to appear on status
After such a huge hiatus
Pulchritudinous grace thine
Has inspired poetics mine
Tall beautiful belle flaunting
The pose simply enchanting
The smile emitting the aura
Of my favourite Lord Arora
Ethnicity being your logo
Proud I’m as thy amigo
How dark hair run down
From the cliff of your crown
It resembles the cascade cool
Making me a poet powerful..!
A wide face and broad forehead
The grace that never does fade
Eternal quotient of charm such
Making my poems marvellous much
Infinite is your superfect style
Simply classic being thy smile
With a heart lavish and candid
To verse nonstop thou I need
Magnificent and magical posture
Munificent and magnetic gesture
With tender looks of a Venusian
Martial mavericks of a Martian
How delighting to see thy pic
That makes me a poet prolific..!!
-SUICIDE-
Deep banality circles my heart drum
Rotten stem hosting termites march
Vaccum only tears could fill
Am lost in my destiny
Caged in chains of depression
Yet my mind skips , running riot
Flipping boundaries and lanes
For the love of dear
Here tears picks it path
Along my hilly face
Playing down my heated chest
Poverty strikes it stroke
Despair takes it toll
Here the rope swings
Intestines hosting worm songs
My pulse put to sword
Can't hold my hiatus
For the Lord's call
On returns of empty baskets
A nagging Eve loiting rooms
veins cry in starved flesh
Brat murmur on idle plate
Forced to rethink my existence
crippled in the face ,
faith in future yearnings
Are fictions in nightmares
It time to take my lungs to rest
save my bitter breathe
as I turn the clocks earlier
to rest beside my forefathers
-SUICIDE-
@AHMEED ABDULJALAL.A.
I held my breath as long as I could
Until my lungs began to burn
I forgot my Tibetan embodiments
And gave breathing again, a turn
O, I held my breath and waited for you
From October, till Winter’s depth
Yet you could not say
On any day
That your heart held any breadth
For me or my breathlessness or my cares
Or my happy days or my joys
You measured me
By another tree
That splintered
And left you forlorn
And you hoped for naught
So, your ropes were caught
In the tree
Like a kite in a storm.
O, there’s always a reason
Why loving fails
And makes a person go
And your wordlessness
Made me blow out my breath
And prefer a sensible life
To death
And go out to watch the snow.
I had a dream to dissolve my body
Into harmony and song.
Not to be appraised course or consequence,
But the ecstasy for which I long.
I’d seen sparks pique, however, now they taunt
Ere each breath, each glare guts me.
I’ve been left to wonder, will passion pass,
Or will destiny cage the free?
Physical facades that guzzled my breath—
I loathed am’rous transactions—
Abandoned me gasping, grasping for air.
Throttled, I lay in satisfaction.
For today I gazed on as swarms of flies
Amassed stale, dead to the floor
Induced, I grin, inhale seriatim
Plaguing every lung, every pore.
For salt and terror could never hatch wood,
And doors are never undone.
Time festered and birthed a derisive spring
Which befell the immolated sun.
HIATUS
Engagement over.
Then wedding date to get fixed.
and Covid -outbreak.
Marriage postponed for one year.
Courtship to extend.
02/11/21
' All yours (April 25 ) Contest by Brian Strand
Afternoon Hiatus
Counting footsteps at dapper dawn’s increased insistence
As flurries of minutes in perpetual movement binds hands
To a spinning roulette of prioritized importance
Motivating motives of revelations demand admittance
And attention’s effervescent energy
Like the ordered notes in a music box rebellion
That winds down when solitary sol begins to slide
Past the apex of day’s light that tumbles
Toward the waiting, wandering, sea’s vertical vortex
In long beams touching yawning midafternoon
Begging the tattered taskmaster time
Sit down!
Be still!
In china cups from time before
Savor the pearls of tawny topaz perfume
Carried from exotic mountain slopes
Amber ambrosia steeped in afternoons long passed
To pause
Pushing back on the tempo of time’s insistent intervals -
To disconnect in soaring sighs
Of an afternoon holiday in hiatus.
1-29-21
Contest: Hiatus
Sponsor Chantelle Anne Cooke
With prime promise your life’s journey had begun,
on the placid plateau of time you’d blaze a furrow.
In gleaming dawn sky you’d rise like the golden sun,
in the night sky like a flashing meteor you’d glow.
The sweeping winds of change blew the glitter away,
sucked you shattered within the whirlpool of agony.
The heaving sea of tear drowned you in deep dismay,
as you confronted life crumbling in the debris of irony.
Longing for being serenely suffused with divine quietus,
you’ll rise with the blessed soul from the ruins of strife,
travel on the rainbow trail beyond the horizon of hiatus,
in the realm of eternal bliss hear again the symphony of life.
_____________
February 8, 2021
Contest : Hiatus
Sponsor : Chantelle Anne Cooke
In my days of wonder
War was just a concept
Peace was like a shadow
Creeping on my lawn
Love was like a fire
On a sleepy morning
When the snow is falling
Tapping at my door
In my youth I loved him
Like I loved the Springtime
Flowers in the sunshine
Pebbles on the shore
He was sad but gentle
Like a weeping willow
Teardrops on my pillow
Meadowlarks at dawn
He began to tell me
Of his love for Autumn
Leaves like golden rainbows
Splashing in the sun
We were fond of breezes
Shadows in the desert
Crystal lakes on mountains
Dollars in the sand
In this time of loving
Winds of war were rising
Like a cyclone sweeping
Everything in sight
Still we never noticed
When we were together
Anything more frightful
Than a fairy tale
In our fields of clover
Honeybees were buzzing
Clouds were gently marching
In a light brigade
Like the trees in winter
Shed of summer foliage
Sorrow came to find us
Knocking at our door
For the sake of duty
And misguided notions
Peaceable devotions
Took my love away
In his gentle meekness
Love is my hiatus
Amber waves of sunshine
Reap a scarlet sky.
Dated: February 8, 2021
Handling hoards of patient everyday
Each depressed ,fearing death
Asking same questions
Colleagues dying, patients dying
Death lurking in the corner
Not sure of own fate
A hectic schedule since more than a year
Physically tired, mentally exhausted
It is not easy still they continue to serve
Full time PPE, mask on
Handling patients with patience
Working selflessly, sincerely without hiatus
Think about them.
Their physical and emotional state.
Be empathic
Follow social distancing,
Wear mask, sanitize hands
Don't go out until required
If all take precautions covid will end!
Then happily we can take a hiatus
A much needed vacation!
7th February 2021
Written for Hiatus Contest
Sponsored by Chantelle Anne Cooke
Placed 1st
canal then paradise
hiatus screaming
seed planted in steamy night
succotash
not my favorite food
is it food or suffering
we weren’t meant to take a break
to plow a mistake
to wait and wait and wait
for Eden
A-d-a-m climax
of nine whole months
tick tock
was there a clock?
the bomb
goes off
the seed itself
was not the error
the mistake was a created thing
thinking God was mistaken
ooh...ooh...he sees the light
it’s too late for time travel
the past is the past
present’s tense
a bottle, tit for tat
he’s drunk on hiatus
2/5/2021
Chantelle Cooke’s Hiatus
honeymoon precedes
an interminable pause . . .
the groom off to war
Feb. 5, 2021
for the Hiatus Poetry Contest of Chantelle Anne Cooke
A hiatus in my journey
Comes with the languishing
Love we once shared.
Our paths diverged,
Never to rejoin.
A hiatus is complete,
Rendering me broken.
But not beyond repair.
Time will continue
Despite a momentary breach.
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