Long Bearable Poems
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I have been afraid of having you close ;
Afraid there will come a time when one of us will have to say 'adios'.
I'm strong when left alone but with you I'm vulnerable ;
Afraid you'll begin to understand me more than it's bearable.
I'll talk to the whole world and be my cheerful best
But with you around there's unrest ;
One gaze from you and I know you've read the misery behind the jest.
I have loved you with all my heart
But have been afraid to say it to you from the start.
I have a sore on my soul left by someone I loved a great deal ;
No matter how hard I try it refuses to heal.
I made a mistake then ;
But I'll be careful to not make one again.
Cause when you love someone and they leave you to weep ;
without even having the comfort to hear them speak..
It makes you sick and it makes you mad ,
with them gone even you begin to live the life of the dead.
Now I have built a fence around my heart which refuses to break ;
it prefers to be on it's own guarding itself from any further ache.
I surround myself with people who don't really matter
though with them night and day one can see me chatter.
But of you I'm afraid, afraid to have you close again..
Afraid you will break the fence and see the pain..!
A hit at an object; a fast pin pierce; a cut; blood-shed
All these cross my flesh and nerves and give me unpleasant signs.
Though a part is hurt, throughout the physique, the news is said.
Every cell, nerve, flesh, and skin inclines to a benign pine
The pain in the body is bearable. Ache of the heart!
Persists, as though endlessly long, even for many years.
Illness, death, loss, failures, and divorce that make spouses part
Lack of cheers and unending fears that cause eternal tears
Existence turns into an absurdity; joy ceases.
Fear, loneliness, and uncertainty sing like scorpions.
Though yearning to face the grave, patience with death increases.
The earth turns hell; Is the environs a penal region?
Optimism, yet, succeeds in finding countless gains in pain.
Isn't existence all about changing pain into gain...?
Waters Of Sanguine 3
Dark yellow sands, coarse, raw in nature, sweeps the landscape
Their dome shape dunes and mountains in the thousands
Reach for miles high
Clear vision for over fifty miles to the horizon in each direction
Gives an idea of the planet’s size
It must be gigantic with low density and mass
Pastel pink orange sky stretches to infinity above and up
A fragrance in the air is detected with hints of saffron
Bright silver waters settle on this silent planet
Somehow out of place
Distant solid small bold sun casts its red eye on all
No creatures, no vegetation, no soul to this dead world
Plenty of sand swirls around the globe
Though no life at all, it is a friendly place
Bearable gravity, breathable thin air, temperate worldwide
I landed months ago low on provisions
Actually it was a crash
My space craft broke in two
But who is there to listen
Surviving solely on Sanguine’s silver waters
With clear tones of cinnamon and lavender
Rich in minerals and taste, it keeps me living
There is nothing here to eat
Void of trees and people
Exploration and discovery is all I do
No one knows my situation or location on this desert orb
I walk for miles every day but must return to drink
If you've seen one sand dune you've seen them all
And endless grains all look the same
Only the water here is my friend
Keeping me alive
What kind of life is this
Simply to survive
To wake up every day to watch the sand
And do it all again till every grain is counted
My thirst for life is running dry
I welcome
the grogginess.
That dulling of my senses.
Until the walls turn to hazy grey.
My hand coming in and out of focus.
Another two fingers of whiskey
swirling in my glass.
“Bottoms up”
making short work of a Fifth.
“99 bottles of beer on the wall, 99 bottles of beer!”
No one around to stop the madness.
Booze and beer bottles litter this dingy motel room.
Mr. Peanut, staring at me
from the side of a Planters peanut can.
It’s worth the extra buck fifty for a classy snack.
A bag of pretzels on the dresser as back up.
How many trips to the liquor mart on Fourth?
Shuffling, shuffling, no need to drive.
I chose my motel well,
one block south, lean to the left and voila!
Fifteen minutes later back to the room.
No need to fumble with the lock
it’s easier to leave the door open.
The ”Do not disturb” hanger is still on the door knob.
Three days 5 hours, one less room for the maid to clean.
She probably got to go home a half hour early.
No bargain though, it might take 3 days to catch up.
“Three bottles of beer on the wall, if one of those bottles should happen to fall” Oh crap, I piss myself again.
Too numb, to shuffle to the can. The smell of piss and vomit doesn’t even register. I fall forward like a tree that has been chopped down. There is a cracking sound as my nose breaks but no pain. I’m now in a dreamless land.
Thirteen hours later the Motel Manager is shaking me hard.
“Hey man, wake up. If you don’t get out of here I’m calling the police.” Meanwhile I hear the clink of glass bottles as the maid fills a garbage bag with my empties.
The smell of vomit, piss and blood permeates my broken nose. Thoughts flood my mind, I want that numbness again. I don’t care if it doesn’t solve my problems.
It makes them bearable.
Simple acts of kindness
Can turn the world around;
From dull and gray with little to say
To something far more profound.
The touch of a hand says, “I understand
The pain you must be feeling.
I’m here by your side
Even when you can’t hide
From all life’s difficult dealings.”
A telephone ring can make a soul sing
And dance by the light of the moon;
Unexpected measures are priceless treasures,
Anyone will do.
A card in the mail like billowed sails
Of a ship on open seas;
Can make new friends all over again
Despite endless miles between.
A simple act of kindness
A smile, a look or a song;
Can make life more bearable
And right some hurtful wrongs.
Uplifting gestures of humanity
Cut across party lines;
No one has a monopoly it seems,
On the goodness in hearts and minds.
One simple act of kindness
No matter when or where,
Can change a soul from cold steel to gold
By saying that we care.
Ignorance begets ill choices,
Going against your inner voices,
Not realizing what lies ahead,
Only create being hopeless instead,
Reduce the sum of a valued life,
An unsure find leads to further strife,
Now in the dark as you contemplate,
Causes that be, made you in this state,
Exact your life towards a remake,
Carry hope, that it be a mistake,
Aggressive tumors is malignant,
Use the time to further the treatment,
Stay with the course to better oneself,
Engage your mind to a better health,
Caught in time, it can be curable,
Anyone, helps make it bearable,
Notable survival rates goes up,
Close family, friends, --none? get a pup,
Entertain the thought of going home,
Remission, hope's gift that is welcomed.
05/29/2019
There is always a world so different
There is always someone else’s another time
And always a something better to wanna learn
Else a someone lesser to be, to be left behind
A time... your time to create
Better as always for a bearable life
Yet of times a happenstance at stake
A lesser better... dare you dive?
Rather envious then jealous
Rather to be then to follow
Rather conscious then devious
Rather a me then be shallow
With everyone being so different as likely
Standards never shall be a unity to relate
An interest belonging to one’s certainty
Have you a life living or on display?
Yours and mine, a world so different
Someone as always shall be left behind
Not better but of balances to learn
Yet... this is just my time
Thank you for your still laboring pains.
Thanks for the amnesia of suffering
the bedpan and the bible,
the sunny window
that ran with a watery blood
wherever the flying ducks
rushed toward your gun.
Fingertips tingle, the daily callus is softening,
becoming bearable
the way a fox forgets its trap shattered paw.
Thanks for the moonlight dispensed
in cloud-covered dreams.
The applauding grateful
must have partaken of your loaves and fishes
where hooked worms still dangle
bereft of hungry lips.
We are the tenderest of prey again,
the catch we have all been looking for.
What more can be said when gratitude runs away
with its desires still wriggling
and fleshy.
Thank you;
for your mastering love
hath consumed the apple in our mouths
and we are served up
in wide-eyed wonder once more.
All the shorts I see talking being strong, talking holding on, you’re not alone, documentaries showing homeless, starving people that cope stoned.
Would men still turn to drink to raise their spirits? Would women still turn to their neighbors when they are lacking in credits??
What if that magical lamp was found? What if that magical lamp was rubbed until a genie appeared? And what if that one in quadrillion chance that person granted wishes made one that would make almost all problems disappear?
Could we live in such peace could we live in such tranquility? Or would loopholes bring on a new meaning would loopholes be the new ability?
What would country singers say anymore? Their wife didn’t cheat, someone repaired their truck quickly, and their dogs returned only when their paws had sores from running.
All music would change instantly, all society would be bearable for all. Hate would disappear like a dad getting milk, every fridge would have milk without making a call.
If I got my one wish, it would be nice for a while, If I got my one wish, it would be giving an inch and taking a mile.
I can’t help butt to have hope, I can’t help butt to have a dream. Deep Deep down, people are really great, only when they aren’t being so mean.
If I got my one wish, I know I must be dreaming, if not dreaming, then the only explanation is heaven...
The time of innocence
We grew up thinking whiteness had to do
with skin colour, since we came from a Nordic country
this made sense; the lack of sun and so on.
Now it is political.
Whiteness is responsible for all ills in the world
a good thing to remember when getting up at six
walking to the fish factory, putting in long hours
for a meagre pay packet.
We know of the intrepid, who colonized the East
and Africa, we did not benefit from this other
then asked to give our hard-earned money to
a religious mission to help the starving.
We resent being called racist, we were as poor
as those we sent money to; at a time when we had
to steal coal at the railway depot and plunder
potatoes in a farmer’s field.
Great composers, noted scientists, inventors and
prodigious writers were white contributed to
their skills to make life bearable; yes, we are
proud of them and feel no guilt in our whiteness.