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flight time again, west bound
as dharma trails unfold ahead
trek trek treking
hitching and hiking through
fields of green and gold
and down black highways, byways,
and taking me to Old San Fran
across the land alone
alive ablaze
nightfall finds me lying
under the dancing stars
under that one o’clock moon
dreaming of the days of
wine and Kerouac
they are upon us once again
then as day breaks
forging forward I go
onward toward the bright lights
night lights of red and blue
the flashing neon city is alive
arriving at last
feet fat, tired and aching
as Jack’s ghost comes to my
side, whispers
“I’ve been here before”
and as my journey ends
I realize it is only
just the beginning
Contest: The Unseen Poetry
Prompt: The thing that was never said
Sponsor: Sotto Poet
She had to leave the country suddenly.
Niether she nor I chose for it to be this way.
There was this thing that was never said.
There is an aching inside the soul when there's
Someone to whom you never got to say goodbye.
I did not realize it at the time,
But in short order, I was certain that
The relationship was not meant to be.
Still, there was this thing that was never said.
Strangely enough, a similar occurrence happened
A second time. There was a brife romance that
Did not continue for very different reasons. We
Were like a plane that never got airborne. The
Love was intack, but the facts quietly spoke and
said, 'No'. We parted company and chose not
To say goodbye.
Again, for different reasons, under different
circumstances, there was this thing that was
never said. We never said, "Goodbye".
brace for five inches
frozen forecast repeats “snow”
winter storm coming
“12 to 24”
Weather Channel jumps for joy
winter storm warning!
the blizzard arrives
eighteen hours of snowfall
twenty-one inches
morning reveals drifts
waiting for my shovel's edge
to wreck their beauty
sore, aching muscles
attest to snow-free walkways
shovel stored; wine is poured
breathing is painful
windchill at 30 below
following the storm
brilliant sunshine
crystal drifts of sparkling snow
adorn my city
I have trouble sleeping
I am in considerable pain
I twist and turn, twist and turn
And twist and turn again
My back feels like it's breaking
My legs both have a twitch
My stomach is uncomfortable
Now I have a stitch
A stitch in time saves nine
I've read
Somewhere back in time
I can't remember who wrote it
Perhaps they could use mine
My Husband is sleeping
Comfortable and snug
I'll get up for a cup of tea
And settle for a mug
I sit down by myself
Unsettled and forlorn
That healthy young woman
Of yesterday
Has well and truly gone
Who is that old woman
Miserable and blue
I should count my blessings
It won't take very long
At the moment I have only two
One that I am still alive
And have lived longer than some
Two, my aching limbs are not hurting
Everything is numb
I must try to stop thinking
Dwelling on my ills
I'll take my medication
And a dozen coloured pills
Even though I'm sure that
They give me a pain in the head
I'll swallow this last pill
Then go off to bed
Your smile liquifies my hardened soul
Pouring it into a candle-shaped desire
That steadily burns away to take its toll,
As my aching dream rises higher and higher.
As it gently reaches the clouds of hope
Reverses back into a sweet surrender
Falling on your lips in rounded drops of love
Carresing your eyes and skin so tender.
Through all its strength it rises evan greater
To take your fears and hide them far away
To take your cry and turn it into laughter
So happiness will be upon you every day.
Finally gliding down to you in rhythmic flights
It wraps itself arround your gentle heart
To keep you warm in the long, cold winter nights,
Making sure we're never too far apart.
In my life so far, I have suffered pain,
been overcome with emotions of anger, hurt;
silent, I never did complain,
I just became an introvert;
I was detached and flat.
Then, one day I became a wildcat,
I was so tired of being a doormat !
I became full of fury and wrath, and rage,
a warrior fierce and in war I did engage;
until in deep anguish- I was in a locked cage.
An emotional cage of hurt and anger,
my spirit shattered- my heart aching;
I went still and took a breather,
the path I was on- crumbling;
then, revenge inside me faded,
I did not want to be the thing I hated
so all the hurt and anger I halted.
The effects of careless words last a lifetime,
but instead of fighting back, I take downtime;
and since I let go- I dwell in the sublime.
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November 28, 2017
Poetry/Rhyme/'I walked with hurt and anger'
Copyright Protected, ID 17-9670-08-0
All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Emotional Anger and Hurt
sponsor, Lewis Raynes
Fourth Place
The spices release their scent to ease my heart,
numb ~ yet tracing glasses brimming with tears,
aching for a touch of chamomile wisps,
beneath a sky that reeks of regrets
and words unspoken ~ too afraid to rephrase,
like smoke incensed with sulfur,
like blue cheese and old pickles,
tickling the curves of this melanin melancholy,
urging these fingers to purge forgotten rhymes,
as if there is no ingredient for healing,
when loneliness creeps like a slow poison…
But must I thaw the ice within cups of compassion,
infused with clovers of peace,
when I am a mere reflection of your mistakes,
a table adorned with plates of bitter weeds,
listening to the sagas of the rain and sun?
They taste not my pulse of patience,
as I remain, the feeler of phasing appetizers,
rotting in ruins ~ objectified and rejected,
by the twisted tongue of vanity and silence…
The human desire to feel wanted
burns within the aching well of the heart.
Each wandering soul drifts through this world,
praying for love's tender dream to start.
The yearning messages through the fragile skin,
soaking delicate emotions in a pool of hope.
But sometimes the harsh bite of reality
coils desires within despair's poisoned ropes.
It's hard to find the precious jewel of belonging
in a world that chases after the fire of lust.
This human wish to feel wanted
needs a strong foundation built on trust.
As love begins to emerge from its embryo,
the golden dream of being wanted comes true.
But to keep this sizzling spark alive,
it takes hard work all year through.
For What
Fight and struggle as one can,
From growing boy into a man,
All the while not knowing the plan,
This need for life escapes me.
Make a friend or make a foe,
‘Tis how we meet that causes so,
Should one come or the other go.
This need for life escapes me.
Work and worry and work some more,
In tiredness lay upon the floor,
With every muscle aching sore
This need for life escapes me.
Flesh and blood and bone we are.
Selfsame particles as a star,
With house and boat and clothes and car,
This need for life escapes me.
Reproduce into this world,
Another child boy or girl,
Their struggle now to unfurl,
This need for life escapes me.
Then love bursts upon the scene,
Fills my heart with hopes and dreams.
Now I’ll live by any means,
For this life now excites me.
__________
My heart longed for a sweetheart
A sweetheart to hold and cherish
And fate brought him to me
On that cold December day
When sunlight was watery and weak
I met him as an instructor
Of my younger brother’s fancy day ball
My life was spent in loneliness
Afraid to make any friends
For one by one
They all go away
I was on the edge of despair
And fate brought him to me
He looked into my eyes
And my soul passed in his care
We met on every Sunday
And months turned into years
My life was a long search
Search for a mate
Search for a friend
Search for some laughter
To soothe my aching heart
To ease my pain
And fate brought him to me
He taught me to trust
He caught my hand when I fell
He took me to the movies
We ate in roadside cafes
We smiled and danced and kissed
Now he is beside me
Caring for me
Being my mate, my friend
Fate brought him to me
And I shall be his forever