Impossibly Poems

A DREAM

A DREAM
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A wisp of smoke, a phantom limb,
the dream dissolves, a sugar cube in rain.
Gone.
Morning light bleeds in,
erasing landscapes built of moon-dust.
A fiction, spun in the quiet dark.

But then, a shard remains.
A glint caught in the corner of your eye.
A swan's cry, 
impossibly clear,
reverberates,
caught in the hollow of your chest.

It returns, unbidden, unwelcome,
a landscape 
of tilted angles and knowing eyes.
You stand there, powerless,
caught in its gaze,
a stranger in a familiar place.

Inclined to wonder, 
to dissect and trace,
the questions remain
bewilderment etched upon your face~
What did it mean?
What does it mean?

The Silent Kiss

A silent kiss, forgotten song,
      Are the moments I've strung along 
A necklace of days I once knew,
     that became broken without you

Summer's breeze carried us in clouds, impossibly high
We flew so far away, we were but a whispered sigh
 lilac meadows remind us to hear, and not forget
 Each silent kiss becomes a gold and crimson sunset

      I sit alone 'neath branches bare
      with chilly voice, wind tries to share  
      a remembered song, springtime bliss 
             But I just think of our first kiss

      Lonely, waiting, the hours last
      Each long day yawning to exist   
      Stolen are days as they go past
             And then I hear your silent kiss

Branches convincing

Branches

an assumed relationship

parts and whole

impossibly seem to

convince that a tree

is a tree~~

Passwords

Nothing

seems as the

password for ~~

although

impossibly

Everything

seems to

work too~~

Nothing seems to be the password

Nothing

seems as the

password for ~~

although

impossibly

Everything

seems to

work too~~

The softness we never got

I'm sorry

I know you may have never been told that
But you deserve it
And so if nobody is gonna tell you that
I will
You deserve it

In a world that has told us to be strong
And has held us to impossibly high standards 
I wanted you to know that you matter
And you deserved better
From the world
From your own
I'm here to let every black boy and every black girl know
You can let go
You dont always have to be a superhero
You dont always have to put on a show
Let your exterior crumble
Let those tears flow
All that pain, hurt and hate
Just know that what you feel or felt
Know it was never your fault 
It was the system 
And all of those who never listened
Who failed you
They failed you 
Okay it's not your fault 
I'm sorry they blamed you for being a victim 

You dont have to struggle 
With the weight of your problems
No more
This is my home
And your my guest 
Give me the weight you carry on your chest
Come in and just rest
Sleep, its okay
Even if its all day
Never feel guilty
For how you choose to heal
And always remember 
I love you

It Is To Be

the choir chimed in 
a chorus of rebuke 
or stones we'd hurl
abusing the adulteress's skin 
shoot your pocket rocks 
passing judgment comes down 
like diluvial rains splashing
gory-red upon your frocks 

it was to be...  

her luggage, some water-jars
Samaritan's soles cooked &
cured by partiality &
cancel culture, burying stars 
Desert Rose Parchment Gazette 
circulated the dame's tragedies 
watering-hole purists rebuffed her
like Hester of Scarlet 

it was to be... 

but five (4+1) days late 
the state of death 
arose, rank and proud  
with results beyond debate 
Brother Lazarus' fate sealed 
in the tacit tombs
there for the world 
and his women appealed 

none was to be 
ne'er was to be  

Oh, Creator of Earth,
& Heavens outweighs the 
chains of men's destinies 
enters seas of dearth 
that i should gain 
Your cherubic fiddling surceased:
extemporizing treatises in sands
divining springs quenching pain 
How impossibly the author
of Tomorrow and hero
of souls and spine 
of faith, the purveyor
of Paradise and mercy
of the made, despoils
death's feats & fervor.
Selah. Let it be.

more gift cards

More gift cards

What is it with people and the money they dream of I’m not a money person, cash in hand is ok 
Perhaps a small account is enough for everyday use to repair a puncture.
A family friend got me to invest in a gift card thing, but I soon realized it was a bad thing, I cut my losses, as they say, a bird in hand is better than birds in the bushes
The gift card company is persistent in a little investment more and I will be very rich, which is the last thing I want to be
I feel sorry for the wealthy who need a yacht to
feel good about themselves big insecure egos begging for us to love them 
they tell me I risk losing 400 thousand dollars and
what, on earth am I doing with that, when my thinking is a possible income of 5000 thousand to help with my daily expenses
Take Elon Musk, he is a genius and impossibly rich, always on the move to stave off his inner demons when sits down for a moment he looks inward, he is deeply depressed, and can’t find pleasure for long in what he does 
Bless him he has so much to give to the world at
The cost of his well-being
All I want is to read, have coffee, and toast in the morning, and to hell with untold riches

MIND THE MIND

If we're constantly learning
The knowledge we're yearning 
It just goes to show
How much we really know

We all have our own field
Experts in what we yield 
Knowledge of everything  
is impossibly being

Philosopher's and Bofins
With great minds within
Know not all
The mind is too small

We know what we're told
And your never too old
For more info to sink in
Always constantly thinking

But the mind isn't big enough
To take in all that stuff
To inform you I regret
What we learn we forget

Fleeting Moments

 













Clenching tightly, so moments don't fade away,
As bygone days once promised to stay.
Rejoicing in every instant to its utmost,
The spectacle may ultimately end in dismay.

Mist might mask vision, obscuring the sight;
The breeze might flow over, revealing delight.
Carrying echoes all the way to eternity,
Shade takes over, preceding the light.

Birds gather in spring as berries appear;
The optimistic tree devours days of cheer.
It might be the last spring; end days are near;
Perhaps leaves will cast off another year.

Fragile they are, fleeting days of laughter,
Draining into oblivion impossibly faster.
Meticulous attempt to lock happiness forever,
It slipped from my hold as I clenched tighter.

Hold On to That Thought

Hold on to that thought!
It was put there for a reason.

That not-so-good idea?
Might be perfect for next season.

The inkling of a dream
That looks impossibly big

Is perhaps your way forward
To a new innovative gig!

You were put here a creator
Of mind-blowing destinies.

The world to reckon with
An everlasting legacy!

Grandma's Magical Quilt

A silhouette 
Backlit by glowing silver-gray
Lanky shadow
Lurking in my bedroom doorway
Arms stretch down, impossibly long
Deformed joints, disturbingly wrong

Pretending sleep
Muscles strain, be utterly still
Begin to shake
Body trembles against my will
I dream, irrationally hope
I scream, intentionally? Nope.

Shadow arms reach
Up the wall, across my ceiling
Cover my head
with Grandma's quilt, magic feeling
Love protection, hopefully right
The darkness, increasingly light

Destination Never Reached

Walking, walking, walking!
Impossibly long stretches of walk,
Miles and  miles of uncertain journey,
In blazing sun, in sweltering heat,
Tranquil villages with shady trees,
Home, the destination!

Thirsty, hungry, bleeding, exhausted!
With fatigued wives and starving barefoot children they trudge,
Little babies hanging like sandbags from their shoulders, they stumble, 
Tears dry on children’s cheeks!

Men and women…they walk, walk, walk until their feet can not move an inch further,
Leaving the cities, where they toiled in exchange for a few rupees…day after day, months after months,
Hunched under shanties, with empty rumbling  stomachs,
Cruelty is the only language they faced!

Trudge beside railroads, follow tracks,
No buses, no trains, no vehicles,
Only two weary feet to carry them to the destination,
Human bodies plodding with all their might!

It’s the darkest of moonless nights…
A few stars glinting in the somber sky to guide them to safety, or destiny!!!!
Universe seemed calm, and uncaring!
Come Rest, Come Sleep,
Come Death…blood-stained tracks,

Home eluded them for ever!

Weasels

Did I ever tell you about the time
I saw a pair of wild weasels in the
parking lot of the government bunkhouse
I was staying at for the season

And they made me cry
because I had been so misled about weasels
up until that point

No on bothered to mention the 
long slender tails and the impossibly slim bodies
and the two-toned palette
of brown and gold
and the joy
with which they hop about
why had no one mentioned
the joy?

Sisters Pierrot

She haunted me as a child,
Staring quietly from her watercolor world. 
Her strange presence called me. 
Powder-white skin and rouge cheeks,
Pencil-thin brow over 
Dark-rimmed eyes 
Shedding a single tear,
A pale rose between slender fingers,
Seeking its fragrance.
Quietly she slipped away, 
I never asked after her.

Years later, her likeness appears. 
Same raven cap,
Impossibly flagrant and frosty ruffles,
Porcelain cheeks without a hint of blush
Wide eyes tinged with sorrow,
Flowerless hands,
Her watercolor world mixed to black.

Then they came to me, together,
A dark evening in Paris. 
Delicate in their lightness, 
Impishly prancing in the streetlights
As if giddy with some tantalizing secret. 
The first hands me her rose
As she cups my face,
“Dear one.”
They move to either side, 
Taking my hands
And we run.
We run until we reach a dimly lit park
Where we sit cross-legged in the damp grass
Silent except for the panting of labored breaths
Returning to their natural rhythm.
“Tears bring fullness to life.”

They wandered off into the night
As suddenly as they had come.
Leaving me to deliver their rose 
And share my tears with the people.

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