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Inner child’s state of rebellion
Forced to endure ballet class
At heart I am complete hellion
Pirouette ended flat on my ass.
Reluctantly wear pink leotard
Scrapped back hair into bun
Out of my depth this is hard
Seems like mother has won.
Competitions are nightmare
Leotard swapped for white tutu
Three judges blank eyes stare
Feet frozen to floor like glue.
Real desire my secret dream
Hold it close to soft young self
Like to be in warm smelly stable
Happily grooming best friend Elf.
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Chantelle Anne Cooke
01-09-2021
I have never been in a physical fight with another human being.
I may have forgotten, but I really do not recall such confrontations.
In the event I have forgotten, I must say that I am a peaceful person.
A childhood acquaintant might spring force a reminder; but I doubt it.
I'd maintain that I don't recall even childhood spats that led to fist fights.
Perhaps he would remind me that he and I once fought like cats and dogs.
Nevertheless, I do recall a boxing match with a friend at the age of around 12. We were tough as nails, had no boxing gloves, and came out swinging with a smile; and we ended swinging with a smile. Everyone watching said that it was a draw. The beauty of it was that there was peace between us before and afterwards.
It could be that I avoided fights because I am a coward at heart; but I doubt it. If war is born in hell and peace is heaven-born, how hard can it be to pursue peace? Fundamentally, I think there is a devilish war, not divine peace, inside our hard of hearts. Nevertheless, may we pursue The Master's words, "Blessed are the peace makers..."*
It's possible that as we give peace a chance; and as we ponder the price of war; and as we weigh the rewards of peace, a preference for peace will prevail rather than prideful pursuits of passion. Such resolutions yield no gains but losses for everyone. I would that the spats of nations end as like those of kids. Lord, let peace begin in our hearts, between mortals, giving rise to world peace.
3622PS, *Matthew 5:9
Immaturity
Logic dictates that we must escape,
The shackles of youth and mature with age.
But who can decide when we have matured enough?
Surely we all have a part of us that needs to remind us of the fun,
We had when we were young.
The first time we found love, finding the music of our life.
Memories that takes us back to a moment when we were happy.
Maturity is a good thing, but so is immaturity sometimes.
Do what you love, all hobbies are good.
The older we get the more we love the way thing used to be.
Become what they expect you to be
Between the hours of nine and five;
But an evening of your life is yours to do with as you please.
Find someone you love and if they feel the same way,
They will accept you are young at heart
And they will accept your immaturity.
(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Form:
Don't mind me.
Still there?
...Alright.
It was hot.
It was humid.
My feet hurt.
They carry too much weight.
Just like my heart.
I'm a winter baby at heart.
I still dream.
I just...
It was so simple before.
Loving was easy.
Believing was easy.
Trust was easy.
Nothing is easy anymore.
Loving is hard.
Believing is hard.
Trust is hard.
I'm getting old.
Lines decorate my forehead.
Grays prosper in my hair.
Children are my coworkers.
I'm kind of stuck.
Stuck in motion.
Today is all there is.
Yesterday is all there was.
Tomorrow is all there ever will be.
I'm a kitten chasing lions.
Yeah, a kitten chasing lions...
Heh.
A kitten chasing lions.
But when I finally roar...
I will shake mountains.
I will create tsunamis.
When I roar...
You will notice me.
Believe me.
When I roar...
It will be with righteous fury.
It will be with confidence.
When I roar...
The lions will take a seat.
And I will stand.
Stand for everything I believe in.
That is when...
Lions will chase me.
Saddens when strength fritters, muscles run to flab with age;
a once smooth surface wrinkles bold etchings of joy and sorrows
while rough landscape seizes the trophy, buries beauty beneath
creases and squinting eyes and drooping girth and jarring joints.
Look at a mirror—you're yet you at heart though reflection feigns.
Beauty is forever, not strength, not health. Life has a bell-shaped
trajectory—a sure-fire sine curve, though the sonic boom pales
at prime. Blurred vision fails to see the diminishing present
or the long haul ahead; ought to, and so cuddle the rhythm,
bound up to breast the finish line. Else gamble at summer's crest;
winter in the trough with a wobble. What an old age with sighs
and stings, peace paling with aching joints and flabby muscles!
Robbed of youthful verve, a pain prick twitches the nerves.
What a youth spent as if now's forever! We all need a brace ahead
of when the frail frame fails at nine or ninety... or in between!
The wise may think otherwise. Maybe!! The pudding has proof.
All I know: Old age is divine!
© Celestine S. Ikwuamaesi
4 February, 2019
We had a deal
And I cooperated with zeal;
Thinking it was real.
You gave me no dime,
Yet you stole my precious time;
This I read like a rhyme
Or even if you paid me,
That was little, very little;
I could not with it fill my tea kettle.
I gave you trust and loyalty
But you gave me distrust and disloyalty;
My commitment you rewarded out of inequity.
At heart I held you as myself
But you treated me like your chef
Meats stewed in a greedy pot while you did jeff.
Why then did we have the deal,
When to have everything is your meal,
That I struggle today because of your selfish will?
Disappointed!
I wish to be anointed
To discern deals flouted.
~~ode to the fallen~~
I cherish that day he chose me amongst all others.
Attentively I watched him determinedly fight to
climbed o'er his brothers;
once upon a peculiar day I just happened to visit
a vet;
as if he was imprinted on me__even before we'd met.
He would lay across the crest__ high upon my cheek;
and in my wandering absence cry til tired and weak.
As If He knew his time on earth 'twas to be fairly
short;
and he had come to give to me the love I so
desperately sought.
He was an unusually unique puppy loving, eagered
and trusting__
content with his puppy-life; so happy, playful
and bustling.
Strangely exotic was he, thus the reason I
named him Egypt.
Of all the loss endured His was the worst I
had to give up.
For just as his spirits was always high; 'twas
his body badly corrupt.
And so his life wasn't very long, but very
quick and abrupt.
Woe to his little soul that struggled__ all
throughout the night
before leaving and abandoning him in obedient
lonely flight.
I fear his death was due... for duties left undone__
He hadn't fulfill the purpose for that which he had come.
There was more for him to share with me; more he had
to give. __
What a cruel unnatural thing to have happened that
caused him not to live.
I, being still too young at heart, and that of waning virtue
lacked the force of fortitude to know what was best to do.
Only to pray hopefully__ with all my childish youth
which innocently only caused me...not to face the truth.
Outside of my secret wishes__ 'twas not a single
word spoken
and sadly enough he passed away; mournfully so with
both our hearts broken.
Out the window my dream go
Escaped from the clutches of self
Wandering the streets beggarly
A holigan besmeared in slime and guts
Where is my dream? Where is the world I hoped to see myself?
Why is my world gray? Of what hope is me without my dream?
So I wake by dawn.
Armed with my knife and my gun.
Out in search of my dream
In pursuit of wandering hope
I crouch
I crawl
I kneel
I bawl
I wait for time to search for me
I plead with the winds to take me to my dream
I plead to the heavens to see me
10 years old at heart, clutching at his heart.
Alone in the midst of a graduating crowd.
The Best ignored swallowed by the greedy despair
That night, at Midnight, my dream ran
Out the window. Leaped like a monkey
Wandering around the streets beggarly
Unkempt, besmeared in slime and guts
And so I search
High above and down below
For the day I reunite with my dream
But until then, I waste away.
let me tell u what i think,
what i think of you,
what love you could give me in this life, after all you've put me through,
you act as though you have my best interest at heart, oh please, spare me, what
lies,
your image, your gains, your condesending ways, and still you make such efforts
to try,
how can you tell me how to live,
do you think your better than me,
all of your mistakes i've ;never smashed in your face, i was there with love and
sympathy,
i always tried to look past your issues, to understand what led to the problem,
i gave u my heart a million times, and left room for u to solve them,
no one knows what another truly feels, you can give advise, but you can't play god,
sometimes we just need an embrace, a listening ear, or a shoulder that we can
cry on,
affection brings healing, and slowly diminishes our pain,
why would god make hugs and kisses if he didn't feel the same,
he gave us each other to love and admire,
so worries wouldn't worry us, or give chance to conspire,
failing in love doesn't mean that we ultimately failed,
if the other person gave up, or their love had grown stale,
it's' our job on this earth to keep love alive,
to better our friends and our loved ones,
to pass love on that thrives.
Form:
In all honesty I must say,
you really do need more play.
Playtime’s a treasure and a delight;
that, nose-to-the-grindstone is a fright.
Play is really time well spent,
it will hone your sentience.
I know you’re dying to play some ball;
just one good game; we’ll be enthralled.
You know, we both need exercise,
our time together, should be maximized.
Really, does that TV show you affection?
Just have a look, in my direction.
I’m here for you whenever you need;
and all I ask is some love and feed.
You know I keep you young-at-heart,
with the canine wisdom, I impart.