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Are we building or just chilling
Are we relaxing or trying to maximize
I'm trying to figure out this feeling .....that I'm feeling
Is it real or we just pretending
With so many thoughts, I have knots in my stomach
Are you being real with me
or I'm just sumthin you've been wanting.
Thing about this Web
it'll have you in many places at once
DC Mississippi GA or even Charleston
OH I get the attention; its alluring you see
it's nice when people take notice
liking comments see
but at what point does it all stop
I guess it really doesn't , if you like it a lot
what's the harm in the
I like no love it back
especially if she looks yummy in that dress
No harm my status still says single though
cause I'm single right
don't know which way I want to go
haven't found anyone
who would make me want to change it
can't change it
have to see if this other one is still interested
a smile a video here or there
throw up something to see if she cares maybe
she'll take notice Right ....she already has play my cards right and I can be her man
All the while I sit here patiently waiting for you to decide if a relationship we are slated
Who am I???
Form:
Ohm is the omnipresent silence
Divine grace & benevolence
The very life source pulse
Connecting with God at once
Ohm outpouring soma divine
Enlivening energy grid lines
Elixirous bliss bequeathes
Across all body sheaths
Ohm the divine love vibration
Facilitating our transmutation
It is the inner sound current
To which inner ear is sentient
Ohm the magnetism in the void
In form is innocence overjoyed
Energy both kinetic and potential
Enabler of every known miracle
Ohm the silent thunder in our heart
Fusing all in love with none apart
That that has no end or beginning
It is our own divinity within singing
03-August-2020
Magical fey of the forest are avid readers, all the time
They carry books around with them as they travel, in the grime.
Their books are mystical and follow them around as they work.
They glean the words from several feet away, like their Queen Lurk.
Humans! Someone will caution them, and the books will blink out
Each one of them has an invisibility ability that makes me want to shout.
I pretend I have not seen them, so the faeries can feel they are smart.
In actuality, I can spy on them and read them too. I have a fey heart.
The butterflies have their I-pads, and the toads have their I-pods now.
The woods are upgrading, but please do not tell the cows or sow.
The farmer is keeping them ignorant, so he can use them in his ways.
Very few of us who can see the books flying around in the woods these days.
A human! Queen Lurk cautions, and the books disappear at once.
I wander through the forest, picking morrell mushrooms for my lunch.
I pretend to not see the elves, faeries, gnomes or brownies while I’m here.
They would be disappointed if they knew that to my mind they are all clear.
I can feel my pulse in my fingertips,
like my hands are trying to escape.
Do I lean in? Do I lean back?
Please don’t let me stumble over my own feet.
My heart is doing that ridiculous thumping thing.
Why does it feel like the world is waiting?
Should I say something? Something clever?
No, just stay quiet, it’s fine.
Just breathe…oops, too noticeable.
Why is everything suddenly so tricky?
Your eyes are so close, almost too near.
Okay, maybe not, maybe it’s the perfect distance.
What if my lips are awkward? What if I taste strange?
I’m panicking, yes, in every corner of me.
I tell myself stop, act normal… but my pulse gives me away.
“Hey… is everything okay? You seem nervous.”
I nod too fast, my thoughts scattering everywhere.
I want to laugh, I want to crawl under a rock.
I feel like I might float or fall all at once.
My eyes dart everywhere, but you’re right here, holding my hand.
And then it happens, gentle, hesitant, soft.
Our lips meet, and my stomach flutters.
It’s awkward, it’s funny, it’s perfect in its messiness.
I think, maybe this is how first kisses are meant to feel.
And I secretly hope it never ends.
"Oh, hi!"
"Uh, huh?"
"Sorry did I wake you?"
"No this is my resting tree face."
"Oh thank goodness. Did they tell you I was coming?"
"No one tells me anything. Will you please stop doing circles around my trunk?"
"Sorry, I'm a skipping stone. It's kind of my thing."
"Is disobeying Newtonian laws of physics also your thing?"
"You sound like my mom."
"Why are you here?"
"I need to interview a dying tree for my school project. I picked you!"
"You go to school?"
"Pebbles Academy, can you believe it? They said it was based on my application essay. Do you wanna know the title?"
"No--"
"Stuck Between a Rock and Unrealistic Expectations of my Family."
"Title's too long."
"Can we start?"
"Start what?"
"The interview."
"I guess. I do have a nail appointment at 5."
"Oh."
"I'm just kidding! I can't move to make an appointment and I don't have nails. Fire away."
"What do you admire most?"
"Flexibility. I used to be flexible. Not so much anymore."
"Hm. Fascinating. What's you biggest fear?"
"The sound of a chainsaw. And department store vans filled with furniture."
"Favorite movie quote?"
(Austrian accent) "I'll be bark!"
"If you were stuck on a deserted island what 3 things would you bring with you?"
"A copy of Pyramid of Success by John Wooden, a copy of the The Wooden Bible, and a DVD of Castaway. I'll figure out how to watch it later."
"What is you biggest regret?"
"I never took a chance in life. I'm just too grounded."
"My last question: in 5 words or less, what advice would you give to a young sapling?"
"Leave it to beaver. Honestly beavers do most of the work around here."
"Thanks again, old tree."
"Anytime, skipping rock."
With that the rock skipped away and into a floating stream.
Left in the quiet, the trees branches swayed in the breeze.
The old tree sighed, a slow groaning creak.
"Anyone else need help finishing assignments?"
At once fawn and fauna crept out of the grassy shadows,
With tiny notebooks and miniscule writing utensils they slunk.
They crept to the edge of the old trees roots,
as many had waited for this moment their entire lives.
white foam builds on the edge of the sand
slowly washing away our footprints
the clouds roll in thick and heavy like wool
the rain starts pouring
drowning the hearts we drew just moments before
the waves grow tall like mountains crawling on water
darkening, swirling thrashing, dense; thrashing and ripping through the beams of the boardwalk
all at once.
wind racing through my hair
leaves dancing at my feet
I turn around
empty.
there's no one
nothing.
not a soul.
not a breath.
not even mine.
my lungs burn.
my legs vibrate.
my throat throbbing.
visions blurring.
ears ringing.
there's not a single bit of air left in the world is there?
my hands tingle: traces of you still lingering
comforting me in the midst of the cold
I can smell your musk.
I can hear your heartbeat outside of your body.
its fast.
its angry.
every breath i take feels like eternal flames have replaced the oxygen around me.
your eyes are dark and heavy like lead.
mine dart back and forth searching for something.
anything.
some sort of comfort.
but I'm lost at sea point nemo.
lost in the journey between filling my lungs and finding my hands.
funny enough when I do, they're in yours
like a lightkeeper spotting a boat stray on the growling hungry water.
you see the paleness that stole my complexion like a poor thief;
the sweat pooling in my palms and my eyes draining like someone pulled the plug on life.
your calm.
goosebumps mesh with my clothes and the sun falls from behind the clouds.
the sky a gleaming blue.
the sand is warm like knitted blankets across my feet.
my stomach unties the boy scout knots it threw itself into.
my arms and your body like magnets
I don't understand but I was never looking for understanding.
I just wanted it to stop.
where'd the storm go?
the world was just crashing moments ago
yet you seemed to pick it all up and placed each piece as precisely as it was before.
maybe the only air left comes from your mouth leaving me colliding begging for more.
.
When you hold the hand of a child…you cannot help but smile
two hands joined that once were two apart
There’s something innocent and pure once they put their hand in yours
you feel it all the way down to your heart.
You may not think it matters much…when an old and young hand touch…
but a memory immediately spikes.
The moment you feel that tiny hand…at once you understand
as you remember what innocence was like.
Your memory turns back slow…to a time not long ago
when you held onto a hand …perhaps an arm
and you know this to be true…how they put their faith in you
and it’s your responsibility to keep them safe from harm.
And though you never go to church that doesn’t mean you do not search
which makes this moment both wonderful…and odd
For when your fingers interlace…as you’re two hands then embrace
you wonder it this is what it’s like…to hold the hand of God.
That’s why old people understand…when a child holds our hand
for a moment…or a littlest of whiles
for that moment we are blessed that their hand in ours is pressed
and that is why we can’t do anything…but smile.
—it’s the black boil on bursting, boiling ribs—
on my midleft chest, brewing bungled churns,
[tighteningmybreath], again, again, it yearns,
it begs*, “just one (just two) more (well-earned) rub(s)!”
—giving in, it’s just picking at the scabs—
first brief relief( ):the itch at once returns
as soon’s the finger’s left the welt; it burns
and gnaws more hotly—awful pangs, sore jabs!
now, Doctor says I’d best not touch it if
I’d like to heal—“lucky to leave just a scar”—
only, I hate the texture of the crust…
why’s my mind got to be so god,damned,stiff?
though abstinence feels so blunt, so bizarre,
I’d like to heal, I give his word my trust.
That summer night we raised our tent
beneath the moonlit, star-filled sky.
A day of hiking we had spent
along Australian trails nearby.
All settled in, did not take long-
exhausted from the rugged hike,
to fall asleep with nature's song
of creature sounds soft and ghost-like.
Before too long- asleep I sensed
my love's strong arm, reach over me.
I cuddled closer, leaned against-
but soon was pressured horribly.
Around my neck it strangled tight
I could not make a single sound;
such inner fear and total fright
when 'round my torso it then wound.
My arms were trapped, what can I do?
How is this happening and why?
I can't believe my life is through
beneath this moonlit, star-filled sky.
At once I felt strong hands tug hard
but could not free the tightened grip.
My life was ebbing, full breaths barred,
and into death, I'd surely slip.
My husband screamed, "I've got my knife,"
as tighter curled its hold on me.
"Oh, God, please save my darling wife-
from this huge monster, set her free!"
The python snake much tighter grasped-
above, a knife all set to fall!
At once I sat right up and gasped!
"Thank God! A nightmare! That was all!"
September 14, 2016
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Once I had a bicycle,
A loving present from my grandfather;
Since I was his favorite granddaughter,
He granted my wish at a snap of my finger .
Since he was so old,
A new bicycle he could hardly afford;
He took his bike when he was young,
Which I found it once at the back of our barn.
As far as I remember,
It was really so old and rugged;
But my grandpa was like Mr. Mac-Gyber,
Amazingly fixing all things all-over.
My granda was a well-known painter,
I thought he will repaint and use sandpapers;
When I surreptitiously sneaked into his hut,
He was there recycling all my milk cans.
When everything was done,
He gladly gave it to me with a big hug;
I hurriedly drove it at once,
Down the street and field with so much fun.
“My bike was real a unique one!” I thought.
So different from others in our neighborhood,
Its wailing siren was made up of a cow’s horn,
Tubes were made of dried bamboos and corn.
Other parts were still the same,
Like forks, hubs and chainwheel set,
The rest were made up of my milk cans,
They were pedal, brake and seatgear stem.
Handle bars were what I liked most,
Converted from the handle of his old plow;
So sturdy and so strong all I knew,
And I can drive it so long in full control.
However, when I travelled quite afar,
Parts were falling one at a time;
Until everything suddenly split apart,
Eventually it dropped and rolled me down.
©2012Leonora Galinta
All Rights Reserved
Date: Aug. 3, 2012
4th Place Winner (My Very First Winning Poem)
Contest: Any Poem of the Week Contest
Contest Judged: 8/4/12
Poet Sponsor: Secret