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Moist rain continues to fall
through the whisper of the feeble wind,
it continues to drip from the dogwood tree
and the purple lilies below...
leaving the last raindrops of sorrow
on this face without glee!
My hope won't be bleak...
if no clouds gather for a thunderstorm,
and all the flower keep their petals
that attract lovers looking sleek;
too distant are those meadows
one can sit on and watch butterflies swarm
upon them, hoping to catch one for keeps,
being careful not to damage their wings!
After sunset dusk comes swiftly,
and saying goodbye to sunlight
only increases sadness inside;
let prayer be your comfort
to hush in a restful sleep...
be strong enough not to weep,
dream of Heaven and dream of harmony:
angels will float around and won't hide!
My hope won't be bleak...
until I have found what I seek;
I may seem completely hopeless and weak,
but it's faith that keeps me strong and meek!
ALOHA to my friends in INDIA, I hope this message is received with the understanding that recent interactions have vastly expounded because many have participated with my sponsored contest and as such, there is a cause that the synergies, on the most part, is protonic. Those I've been communicating, for various reasons, all pertaining to poetrysoup.com, have represented the people of INDIA, in the greatest measure to overflowing. The women are pretty due to the extension of their beautiful souls, the men ingratiate their resolve with such a passionate outcome that they give rise of what makes "INDIA is great...", and due to witnessed efforts, they have added the words, "INDIA is great...and is greater!" And for your charming children, delight your shoulders, enchantingly. I wish only to meet as many Indians as possible, but alas, I have but one life. I had the privilege to shake one Indian hand, and that was with Madame Indira Gandhi, for she had brought an elephant from India to grace our zoo here in the islands, some many years ago--of course. Yes, Hawaii is beautiful I suppose, but in a way, the islanders do not exist, for it has mountain ranges for hearts to climb, flowery valleys for romance to blossom, sparkling rivers to mirror your charms, beaches with surging waters that tantalize souls it embraces, yet, you will never see me or my fellow islanders, for we have faded and became part of its scene, with the sole purpose to sustain our gracious place in a way that it was designed, just to attract beautiful people to feel our spirit's that are now part of its landscape, welcoming them with Aloha, to our souls within our shores.
Aloha INDIA
2019 September 15
Only a few have touched my soul
But those that have made quite an impact
I'm talking about the sweet women here
But some men do also attract
Some male athletes can surely impress
Their charisma wins the day
But it's the ladies to whom I'm referring to
Residing here in our cyber café
Don't have to possess stunning good looks
Warm hearts score bigger with me
True beauty they say comes from within
Which is what I've found it to be
What amazes me is the number of sweeties
Here in one place at one time
Guess because there's so many on the site
Is why I have love on my mind
attract attention
attract and repel
repel the invader
repel mosquitoes
mosquitoes carry malaria
mosquitoes bite
bite the bullet
bite the hand that feeds
feeds on animosity
feeds on carrion
carry on your luggage
carrion eater
eater of flesh
eater of words
words to live by
words of wisdom
wisdom teeth
wisdom comes with age
age of aquarius
age before beauty
beauty is in the eye of the beholder
beauty is only skin deep
deep sea diving
deep six
six hundred threescore and six
six gun
gun collector
gun control
control yourself
control freak
freak out
freak show
show no emotion
show and tell
tell no tales
tell the truth
truth or consequences
truth or dare
dare to be dumb
dare to keep kids off drugs
drugs and drinking
drugs, sex and rock 'n roll
roll out the barrel
roll over beethoven
beethoven ludwig van
beethoven's fifth
fifth amendment
fifth of whiskey
whiskey
amendment
It only takes the simplest smile
to make someone yours
and don't be surprised if
everything turns out well;
sometime an unexpected smile
can start an unquenchable fire!
Don't ever impress anyone
by thinking that you are invincible,
and there are no others
sexier or more beautiful;
does someone always falls
for external beauty,instead
of what is really inside?
Does anyone stare with lustful eyes,
and suddenly fantasize...
to have found the perfect one?
It takes only the simplest smile
to attract somebody so nice,
who'll share your same ideals...
to weave amazing dreams
without a web of lies on the unfaithful mind;
can you find that one in a millions of souls?
After you start giving everything,
be sure you you don't wind up with nothing;
don't be deceived by a false appearance...
don't be impressed,if that is just a pretense!
I thought us was forever, but I guess us was just you. And it hurts the most when you don’t see it coming
You hit my heart from the blind side, killed my hopes and just kept walking. And it hurts the most when you know your other half is gone
And it hurts the most to know we couldn’t make opposites attract. You said before and in the end, that are differences would hold us back
And it hurts the most to know I’m in the same situation again, just when it thought most of my problems were coming to an end but I just ended up at another road block
And it hurts the most to know I’ll miss you forever, and it hurts the most to know our memories will no longer have meaning, like our first kiss or first
And it hurts the most not knowing what we could’ve, would’ve, or should’ve been, and it hurts the most knowing that I love you is something I never got the chance to say
And it hurts the most knowing you’re the one I’m writing about, and it hurts the most knowing you’re not mine
And it hurts the most knowing we belong together but can’t be together
P.S. it hurts the most feeling the feeling I have now, I wish it was pain so at least eventually it would go away…
It’s too cumbersome to carry my life
wrapped in a cheap garment,
nonetheless, it’s an embarrassing situation for me
to take the garment off and toss it away because I have
no well-built body to show off but a poorly shaped stature.
And that’s why I am wearing this garment against my will,
still worse, it’s my only garment.
As such, although I cannot change my garment
as each season changes with its unique color
I have an advantage over the young girls
who walk on the street vigorously but have trouble
selecting one favorite from many designers’ dresses.
Mannequins attract the girls’ attention
from the seasonally changing show window.
Since I have no extra clothes to change, the garment I am wearing
has an ill-appearance because it went through all kinds of weather imaginable,
it’s worn and torn like a rag, the color has faded,
but, darn it! What can I do? It’s my life.
As eventide surges into my life’s trail, every stray dog passing by would urinate laying against my leg raising its hind leg to draw
a territorial map of its own dog-man* autocratic domain,
yet, I have to accept it as a fact without a word spoken.
Now, I understand why I have only one garment.
I am a straw filled scarecrow.
NOTE: *Used as dual meaning: a country ruled by dogs and, the dog-like men rule barking at each other to keep power.
Face Maps
How often we ponder
The portrait of life,
Some without a face,
Some with but war as a canvas.
The experienced face
Reveals folds above eyes,
Disengaged as a draught-laden wilderness,
Yet reliable as an infrequent desert storm.
For amidst nature’s wisdom
Directional signs are forever available,
Even though some may be
Subtle and wanting to hide.
Still,
Few pay attention.
Perfection makes no judgment,
Even as history is difficult to cover up
When presented by a face
That has obviously seen
More than most of us
Can dream of.
Archiving such potential realities
Begs the opening of discovery,
Often challenging one’s patience,
While the forever-our-partner in waiting
Smiles back sagaciously,
Wanting only to be part of one’s smile.
The face
What was,
What is.
Such might attract
Veracious seekers of life,
Accepting their journey
As the worth of engaging years,
Infused with honesty,
Allowing chiseled erosion
To live forever in the eye’s mind
For those who might also
Wish to perceive relief’s valleys.
Mountains,
And tearless tributaries of the face.
Projecting the wonder,
Life,
Peace,
Waiting for the next iteration,
Remains a journal of the spirit .
Some will fortunately
Embrace with understanding,
Knowing weathered landscape
Is but captured wind and weather,
Mind and soul,
Body and suffering,
Wanting only to remain
Without airbrush deceit.
As is,
As was,
As always to be.
Yet…
Others
Will address
One’s life map of travels
With fearful retreat,
Hiding in the shadows of delusion
“Mystic Moment with you”
A natural look of who I am on the inside.
A reality check of who you are on the outside.
A mirror facing west makes the difference in you and me.
Open your eyes and see.
The child I was today is the reflection of you tomorrow.
The ideas of different skies drifted off without sorrow.
I am the good the bad, and the ugly…
A song permitting retrospection to delay the same face with yesterday’s glee.
From the moon to admirable moon;
The dignity of holding the same tune.
I am the swan that swims through your veins.
You are what swim’s through my moods and rain.
The miracle of our heritage echoed so far away.
Auspices now imitate metaphors that were under the surface bay.
An unknown look strays outside the window.
Behind the gates, that leads into tomorrow’s limbo.’
A mirage of turning around and seeing nobody but you and me.
Mystic moments that attract other moments of originality.
A dream that speaks about the image of my new beginning.
My courage polishes off the mirror image of a falling stars ending
You are the beating pulse that resides on the inside and outside of my being.
“You are the REFLECTION of my spiritual place”
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