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Severely withdrawn as a doggone lad...
I wanted someone to hear me shout for help
as recently recalled
when yours truly a little barking whelp.
After conversing with Amélie Beth
(yesterday February 26th, 2021)
yes, the same sibling diagnosed
with nodule on her right lung
chatted with said family member.
Her brother (yours truly), could not sleep
last night/early this morning
what would ewe expect
this rambunctious poet do... count sheep?
Okay... wool ye go ahead and lambaste me!?
Ordinarily counting backwards from one hundred
helps trigger rem memorable cycles
(never if ever rarely reaching zero -
cipher, nought, the big goose egg...)
usually does the magic, (albeit cheap trick)
constituting one garden variety supertramp,
who within blink of eyelash nods off to dreamland
succumbing and submerging into subconscious.
More so the latter half
(regarding unsainted) days
of mein kampf
lived more satisfactorily
meaning emotions shared
between yours truly
and family members.
Suddenly important for me
(at approximately 743.999 months
athwart planet Earth)
to finagle acknowledgement
constituting care and concern
regarding welfare of loved ones.
Rather, a necessity to unleash
pent up sentiments activating
"Damn the torpedoes,
full speed ahead!"
An injustice to myself
and deprivation to recipient, i.e. Amélie
(who accidentally, inadvertently,
and unwittingly triggered feelings
of grievousness, ire, joy... )
to act adamant and withhold
for whom the bell tolled
valuable unpleasant turmoil
or heavenly bliss within
mine psychological state
most therapists and/
or self actualized individual
would concur if polled
wisest, loveliest and healthiest
personal choice to share
lest internalized heart wrenching dilemma
compromise palpable mutual
(of Omaha) kith thing catharsis
freeing restrained pent up angst
kinship therapeutic as “Wild Kingdom,”
whereby respective psyche
constituting uber brotherly spirit
doth lyft among soundcloud
shutterflying amidst
imagined lilies of field
engendering region knolled
king dome united, extolled
and linkedin courtesy nirvana.
With special acknowledgement to:
Jennifer Proxenos!
“Thank You, Dearest Poets All”
We all differ in our poetic skill.
Be kind to new poets as you don’t know
lifestyles or..if people are ill!
We just forget new poets have souls.
And we chase the polished poets~as if
made of expensive 14k gold?
You gave me a chance to express myself.
If not, these poems would be, just shreds
of paper on a lonely, wooden shelf.
No, I don’t seek prizes or trophies, it’s just
not my thing.
My freedom...,,...is what makes me sing!!
And honestly, I can’t stay up replying day
and on a moon filled night.
I’m a long replier, for me, that’s out of out of sight.
And so, each day, I post as much poetry as I can!
This practice is joy, you will never know......how I
dig it man!
Don’t weep if you are one, who does not have
hundreds of repliers!!
I never had many~but the few I do, are true friends.
And..best of all...are.... ‘frequent flyers.’
This poetry writing is the best the thing!
It’s like a magic doorbell, that makes my soul
Go....‘ding-a-ling’!
I found myself in the Poetry Soup Anthology.
Much better than a professor giving you an A
in university biology!
Never dreamt anyone’d write a tribute to me?
But my Greek sister did and thank you, so much
dearest Jenny!
She’s a fabulous poet, a friend you might agree.
When she wrote that tribute, after I broke my thigh
and my knee.
I still hobble all over the house.
But I tell you what, I got over being a
poetry mouse!
POTD’s are a pure piece of joy from the
sun.
But unless you write, you will never get one!
With love and gratitude to all,
Panagiota Romios
Welcome to all new poets!
Jenny is Jennifer Proxenos
(Marvelous Poetess)
Poem Referred to is: “ For Pangie”
Written in UC Davis Trauma Hospital
11/11/2021
Posted 3/7/2022
In the book called “life” each page reveals many twists and turns in the plot.
Reaching the age of wisdom and experience it is time to dissect paragraphs that reveal great joy, some sorrow and lessons learned.
Words in play bring back memories and excite the imagination to envision our distinct version of choices made, dialogue expressed and feelings displayed.
Characters come and go but some remain to influence the outcomes of scenarios in our lives and to direct our course for the grand epilogue in the final chapter.
As we close the binder, take off our glasses and reflect. May the storyline have been intriguing, suspensful, delightful and peppered with the unforseen.
A grand final acknowledgement to the author who lived the story through wide open eyes and revealed it with integrety and honesty
January 17th, 2020, a moost memorable outing at Collegeville Diner
A hardy acknowledgement yessiree
to the blessed sister Amelie worthy
of such beloved, devoted,
feted husband Rich truly
bestowed predicated upon
random chain of events
i.e., accidental, biological,
and genealogical happenstance prithee
applauding, apprising, and appraising key
kith and kin flavoring, enlightening,
and charming every
life ye and said spouse...
chance circumstance doth avail
your lucky charms to recipients receive detail
impossible mission to annotate here,
nonetheless with gusto courtesy
gratitude yours truly does exhale
regarding unconditional loving
creatures great and small
unbridled zeal without fail
truevalue analogous, yet exceeding
fine spun gold woolworth paltry holy grail,
nor can infinite wordsworth express hale
low, and brotherly love,
(equals at the least $20.00)
an introspective male
i.e. me, whose recent keen awareness
of vital specialness doth prevail
when a little boy quivering
scared as baby quail
his older sister genuinely
ranked high on importance scale
emotionally caring despite many travail
experienced by prodigal son
of Boyce and Harriet,
who frequently if not always did veil
steaming, roiling, quaking...
blubbering like a whale
Ahab oft times admit floundering chick
hen daring to venture metaphorical
unfamiliar muddy waters
unlike legendary Moby Dick
thrashing restless legs vainly kick
starting how to live think
lost at figurative sea
with nary an iota
abandoning ship lick
kitty split never trying
to overcome self doubt
when chased, teased and easily
trounced by bullies quick
as greased lightning
to cower on all fours
calling out for Ranger Rick
(or other unsung hero),
whose highlighted schtick
nowhere in sight, thus I got treated
analogous as some cheap trick
praying for salvation,
ye thence fended off beastie boys
(poetic liberty I take)
as veritable hooligans
threatened with wick
cud lee to thrash hide of
Matthew Scott imposing arbitrary
eminent domain despite
supposedly safe sanctified bailiwick.
She arrived on the wings of a butterfly
But left with wings of an angel, soaring ever so high
She’s found heaven's glory in which to dwell
I know that she is with love and doing well
Her laughter still floats on a summer breeze
And tears still fall with the rain
And butterflies still flutter with delicate ease
Where flowers bloom and happiness reigns
She held my hand, running through the fields
Brought me safety with her protective shields
Then called me often crying out to me
When I was restricted from her, not allowed to see
But, she left with wings of an angel
To a far better place than here
Her memory is my cherished souvenir
Bright light shines on her, where she has no fear
~~~
8/2/17
Acknowledgement:
My thanks and appreciation to Heidi for
sharing her poetic voice with me.
As always, it was a pleasure working with you Heidi.
The movie ends, the credits start;
The audience starts going.
Most don’t give a hoot about
The credits that start showing.
They might wait for the actors’ names
But then they’re out the door,
Assuming all that info’s
Something they can just ignore.
I once was told to seek a name –
A friend’s son in the biz,
And when the names scrolled by, I was
Excited to see his.
It made me think of all that work –
To set each scene or edit,
For such a quick acknowledgement
And none to see your credit.
And so I sit and watch the list
Of all the cast and crew,
For in the audience, we should
Give credit where it’s due.
They played reverse psychology with his mind
He felt so stupid
Like everything he had ever believed was a lie
The auras are bad, we continued to say
They are not good
Test the spirits…test the spirits
He went haywire
He pushed away
How could we blame him?
His body was not his own
Come to grips, we told him
The doctors don’t understand
But still we must not jump to conclusions
You are strong; you have God
The upper hand
If I lift this bed will you think otherwise?
Lift the entire world and I will see nothing of you
You are nobody compared to him in my eyes
Your wonders are for wonderment alone
You wander and then you stay
You prey prey prey
Those that prey desire nourishment
Those who prey lack strength
And to grab onto the youngest
Mistaking him for stupid and weak
That is below everything unworthy
That is just pathetic
Whatever you are
You are not him
And surely not worthy of a line of acknowledgement
You hurt my closest friend
And it is on
You will be the reason
The fire of my claws flare
You will be the very thing I will devour
It preyed on his innocence
It made itself his friend
Acting the hero
Burning him to nothing in the end
Come to grips, we said
No more writing
No more imagination
The auras are not good
He is not good!
Laura is not good!
Life life life is not good!
You prey on a sick, young boy
You are messing with a demon like me!
I will tear you to shreds for the next flaw you set fire to!
Believe me I will hide more under the timbers
And I will crawl out
Spewing perversity and hate
And drag you in with me
True colors will surround you
I realize you have the power
To kill my loved one
I stake alone
I hand the burning torch to you
And with fire surrounding me
I spit and hiss
Take me
Take me instead
I know you want all
And all live in me
You cannot turn down my offer
Become me
And I will destroy me
Thoughts of you perforate my normality.
Insidiously creeping in and ‘squatting'in my heart.
You are a sitting tenant in my house of reason,
yet my heart cannot evict you, for you have become
the focus of my emotion - and I love you.
Thoughts of you occupy my fantasy:
constraints of responsibility lifted and living the dream.
No need to think of others or what ‘ought' to be,
just you and me laughing, living, loving.
or riding on a stallion wild and free.
In our normal life, the one of social expectation –
where there are rules to keep and duties to perform –
we spin in opposite wheels of existence, rarely touching:
moments often wasted, afraid of what to say.
Yet sometimes there are glimpses,a mutual acknowledgement;
a lingering look, a tentative touch, an innuendo,
toe dipping in the water of possibility;
testing the temperature in case one day
we dare to dive in and swim in the
illusionary sea of our reverie.
Yet, in reality or fantasy, one thing rings true;
one golden thread; one commonality;
whether in my dreams or in my waking: whether
riding on a stallion or performing the dressage of normality,
when I look into you eyes I know I love you,
……………and I feel you love me too.
The creator of love.
Our hero rides again at night.
All dressed in black, still he cannot hide.
The man inside continues to shine.
You all know him, but he remains out of sight.
A reflection in a shop window that disappears as you turn your head.
Maybe he was never there.
Never let a bad word be said,
About his intentions,
There is no need to mention,
The way he moved you to be together.
He is spreading love around hoping your bond will never sever.
Karma is his friend and his only weapon;
He uses good vibrations to correct the mistakes of men.
He lifts a heart with his good intentions;
As he passes by he raises a hand and a smile comes into vision.
He needs no acknowledgement,
For he is content,
Knowing he has helped the two of you to figure it out.
The questions you had, he has put the answers into your head,
With all his whispered do not forgets.
Find love; cast your net,
For there are many fishes in this wild life of a sea,
So go find what you seek and he will do the rest.
He believes in love, so he believes in you;
Begin again with a love that is new.
A love letter arrives, beginning a new love life.
No thank you needed; a total surprise.
The present arrives at the right time,
For the day you forgot to remember to buy.
In your hour of need, send a wish out to him
And your dreams will all come true, he promises.
If you think you are ready to once more commit,
Then so be it; your love is a gift.
When your love is found,
He will float back into his cloud
And look out for the next believers;
You are content and do not need him now.
A lonely single person who is in need of being loved,
Will always find him when they need him,
For he is
The creator of love.
(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Form:
Yes
Wide eyed
And Oh
So small
Little man
He fits
In both my hands
I still know
How to hold
The little one
"Does it bring back memories"
Her question
Stayed with me
For days
Than weeks
Flowing along
Past
Distant times
In that
Expanse
Of memories
Times four
I explored
Cuddles
Hugs
The first
Fresh
As a field
Of shinning sunflowers
If that's what you call
A Delivery room
Or humidicrib
Does not matter
Those cuddles
Are there
Fresh
As with the smells
Pinetarsol
Talc
Their hair
Blankets
And tears
Reaching
Reaching for up
With hugs
Those pains
Away
Bed time
Hugs
Love you
Never
To much
But one hug
Eludes me
Can't remember
By four
The last
One
The last
Time
I pick up
One of four
For a hug
A ritual
In love
Faded
Without
Within
Fanfare or acknowledgement
A transition
Without notice
Or
A reason to recall
That which
I cannot recall
Until now
So many
Years later
So many years
To late