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It’s the little things,
that remind me of my aunt,
and how in some unusual way,
she may still be alive,
if only in the memory,
a passing morning train,
tea bags splaying suddenly,
from unopened cupboards,
I’d actually forgotten somehow,
her favourite cup and saucer,
with cracks down the side,
pictures strewn in drawers,
redolent of precious moments,
framed photos in hallways,
that move without a reason,
car keys with fobs,
that gather sand dune blobs,
onion dome shaped artefacts,
for a chosen tartan table top,
that cast away diary,
which kept the gleam,
in those expressive eyes of hers
not only a few times
had I sketched
the pattern of your smile
in every swaying leaf
in every waning moonlight
in every wandering clouds
blowing softly to the west
but I ,
I couldn't sketch
the pattern of the wonder
in your deep brown eyes
and the secret sigh
you gently cast away
when you asked me a question
and I answered with conviction
Rewritten this March 10, 2022
For "The Throwback Challenge Poetry Contest"
Sponsored by Natasha L Scragg
Judged--N/A
Notes: This poem was one of my earliest poems written in 1994. Written during our " Partnership and Corporation Law" class. My professor was a perfect model for an oil-on-canvas portrait. But instead of sketching him, this poem was born and it was followed by some little poems which where published in our university publication," The Democrat".
When I am near to You, what light
You shine eternally
Your light reveals where I should go
At night it stays with me
When I am near to You, what awe
I see that I am naught
But simple clay, a vessel small
Which He, the potter, wrought
When I am near to You, what tears
Of healing and release
What gladness to surrender all
And to be filled with peace
When I am near to You, what peace
You wipe away all tears
I feel Your eyes, intent on me
You cast away all fears
When I am near to You, what rest
I dwell beneath Your wing
Your shelter over me is love
Within Your tent I sing
When I am near to You, what truth
You show me, and I see
I see my failures, see Your grace
See all You did for me
When I am near to You, what love
Incomparable and whole
It wraps around me like a cloak
Brings comfort to my soul
When I am near to You, what strength
At once all doubts dissolve
I know my King will fight for me
And strengthen my resolve
When I am near to You, what faith
I know You never fail
Your faithfulness seems tangible
It always will prevail
When I am near to You, what help
You give amidst distress
You bring me through the trying times
To cleanse me, and to bless
When I am near to You, what might
We have the victory
No weapon formed against me stands
For You abide in me
When I am near to You, what grace
You hold me in Your hand
Your grace is more than all the things
I cannot understand
When I am near to You, what hope
What confidence is mine
Whatever comes, the good and bad
Shall be for Your design
When I am near to You, what joy
At once, I do not care
Where I must go throughout my life
As long as You are there
When I am near to You, what words
Of wisdom I receive
Your words of love, Your promises
I stand on, and believe
When I am near to You, what trust
I suddenly am bold
Since birth Your hands have carried me
And still, till I am old
When I am near to You, what glee
My heart at once is free
Your presence is my hiding place
And where I long to be
When I am near to You, what life
What friendship dear and true
And I shall serve here at Your feet
Forever near to You
There's a silence and solemnity to snow -
a sacredness in the soft folds of winter's gleaming cloak.
It was there when last love cast away from me,
when it found me once more in the boughs behind my home.
Alone inside the house before, I raged, I writhed,
unsure of who I was or what followed.
In those branches my tears and cries froze, silenced,
in the stillness of a white hand gently fallen on my shoulder.
Countless soft fingertips landed on me and 'round,
windlessly drifting down, soothing without wintry bite.
A broken heart it had not the power to mend,
simply lull for a few moments in time;
providing succor enough for contemplation, thought,
rather than screaming for what was thrown away.
It wasn't there for years while away in warm places,
and perchance those years have been the most chaotic;
the tune of the island upbeat, not sedate,
the hush of the jungle a threat, not a solace.
Mayhap when this upheaval has been put to rest,
so too will my hiatus from chill's cotton calm.
Mayhap I'll climb the trees of the past,
and in the flurries and flakes see a future.
There's a silence and solemnity to snow -
a smile hidden in the cold, in the white, in the magic.
Above the public pool
a volleyball so cool
stuck for years
in the rafters
Someone’s
breath of life
trapped in
it’s bladder
Evidence of
their lingering
presence, me
wondering
if they ever
pondered the
relevance of
the essence they
left behind?
Singsong thoughts
turn inward …
What about me?
In all the places
I’ve been,
pieces of me,
residual traces
of myself
left behind,
cast away!
Small links, unforgotten,
faithfully preserved
by old friends—
threads of connection
reinforced by timeless bonds—
who keep my words,
moves (dancing!), and
shared memories as
precious cargo,
cherished keepsakes,
A clear reminder that
I exist! I matter!
I’m something much more
than simply air I breathe
on an unremembered day …
Like that beautiful volleyball
in the rafters
W I L S O N ! ! !
Got yourself some new wheels, huh?
I can hear the squeals of rubber burning
I cough exhaust…left behind, oh gosh! I’m holding just a pile of dented fenders…
suspended… Your bucks spent. Engine Red..that foreign bred truck!
Snap, crackle and Popular Mechanic…Look at the maniac go….!
Holy, Moly….must be rolling in dough!
Woe is me, a junk yard dog, pile of junk, smelly sneakers left in my trunk
There he goes….who knows where….how many horses…under that hood...?
Should I know? I’d fly too, if I could. Just scrap metal in my bellow.
Heavy pedal, limp and wasted..used to be his favorite girl…kept me polished, waxed
and oiled…now I’m soiled. No garage..no umbrella, who gives a rip? Worn out
engine, give up the ship! Cast away…..not in style…gave a ride to Gomer Pyle
“See the USA in your Chevrolet"…, ‘cept that I ain’t got no carburetor
See ya later gator…what’s the hurry fella? Did ya see the light was yellow?
Red light, yellow light…. see if we can make the green
Going green….going green,….does that mean his hybrid’s clean?
Anti-freeze, it makes me sneeze….can’t I have some oil please?
Give ‘er the gas, let’s see what she’s got!
OH.. forgot!…ain’t got my tires..I’m retired
Pubescent male migration, arcing over sunless streets
Hear that squeak……doctor told me oil leak
Honest Engine, joined the pack, no Pontiac to take that ride
Is there heaven for old cars? Car 54 where are you??
I got my kicks on Route 66, running relays, no baton, just open freeways
Son of a gun…give it the gun……vroom.. vroom… run… run!
One door closes, need new hoses, or I don’t go nowhere… no how
Pile of rust, I’ve been busted, up on blocks…what a crock!
My teeth and pride are all knocked in…windshield wipers brush a tear
Windshield wipers swipe the years…skid marks show behind my eyes
Teeth and pride are all knocked in, guess I’m just an old has been!
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a stream of consciousness
Boy,
When all is said and done
Like a mighty uncanny wind to by pass
Let it not be ever a whistle thereof
When in youth you sprout forth
And be a determined shoot
To avenge the wrath of retardation
And in the light walk right
Avenge boyish dreams
And cast away the dilemma of hangovers
The salted myths of the dozed off giants
Or the imminent fear of extinct volcanoes
Let the future afore be cast sane
Or like a sea ashore
Sands of time ashore to beckon
And be a poor boy plays pebble plays
Then avenge your avid desires
And mould them into a dream to reckon
A force that unrolls the planet a tune
Zigzagged ways pulled right
Akin to this
Passion to grab a life of your own
For in this there is no mountain!
Waiting silently by the phone was all he had.
Grasping the bottle he drank greedily.
The waiting was all he had at the moment.
He roared,"arrrrrgh!"And the sound comforted him.
He dialed his son to wish him Happy Holiday.
The son had no father but he waited too.
Like a cast away he scanned the bottle searching for a note.
The two went back to the waiting and it helped.
It was something to do to kill time and it was honest.
The sea was deep and danger waited there too.
So all three gathered together in silence.
The father sent memories on the ferry to the son.
"Arrrrrgh," helped and it comforted the man.
He was in the navy so he loved the sea and the sea returned it.
The father watched and scanned the waves with hope.
And the gulls screaming words that only gulls understand.
What will become of me after the message is delivered?
Will I ever cross and grasping the bottle.
I loved you and The Sea.
Sometimes it’s more painful to stay and watch someone you love who had so much light just dim out and fade away
It's ’s the reminder that they once danced
But no longer footprints made with a joyous prance
The bed is molded by a body in the shape of defeat
Where feet once embarked upon miles of opportunity
Now lay movement free in rivers of tears that drown what’s no longer here
Cleansing of the inner Devine
Like an abolishment of what’s wrong in our eyes of blurry fright
Yet we need not forget to seek light in the darkest of holes
Creating a space allowing faith rays to brighten your soul
Uncovering corners of black deceit
Removing the spirit of fear and insanity
There is no vacancy for them here
You can cast away spirits if they show no mercy and bring you fear
You have the power
But you have to know
You have to be aware when to hold on and when to let go
It starts with us
I can’t love you more than I do me if I can’t even see reasons I am worthy of loving you
Let alone me
Every hair was made with care
Like every crack is not a mistake
Every bit of you is whole
We can't save another unless we have a pure soul
With intentions of love for thy neighbor and self
But love thyself first, or you can't love anyone else
I hold on to my memories
Review things from my past
Sometimes they speak "release me"
Never meant to last
Life has a way of moving on
In the midst of changing days
I find myself just letting go
In the mending of my ways
There will be things that remain
They were truly meant to be
Embroidered in the fiber of being
Not meant to be set free
Release the pain you sense within
Those scars from love gone bad
Rejoice in what will bring you joy
And cast away things sad
Letting go of yesterday
Today you have no fear
Enjoying life from here and now
It all becomes quite clear
We all let go to find release
In all the things we do
It helps in finding inner peace
Embracing what rings true