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1. The Rap Sheet
At your age
you should have put aside
the relentless rounds
of self interrogation
and found some plateau
of peace washed by
warm memories, acceptance
and absolution.
But just when you thought
you had been granted freedom,
the mind's Stasi finds you
and the forensic questioning
continues under the glare
of guilt. The same
rap sheet - you were never
good enough
to be a citizen of the State.
Only now you are slowly losing
the strength to hang on
to what little you have
and not confess.
In the end it is not
a matter of who is right
and who is wrong,
it comes down to survival.
2. A Confined Space
Finally it becomes inescapable -
the accumulations of a lifetime
solidify into a cell. Every fear,
every avoidance, every step taken
to withdraw cements a brick
in place until you have imprisoned
yourself within four walls. Then
you close the self locking door.
Your life now is a confined space
and your only hope of salvation
has become a small crack
in the wall through which
the universe shines through
in such exquisite detail
and brightness and is made
more so by your own dark.
3. Staring Fear In The Face
You are a good practitioner,
a cultivator of fear planted
in the fertile soils of childhood.
You have grown the most grotesque
blooms whose perfumes paralyse
and waft for years without
a loss of potency. Some stick
in the throat and send panic
clamouring for breath.
And so here you are, old man,
wearing the disfigurement
of your own making, the contorted
masks of fear. You stare
into the mirror, past the horror,
shame, the loathing, the lifelong
condemnation and shrink
before an illuminating light
whose source you fear,
who sees you and yet
still loves you.
Seizing each moment to be kind,
Listen, empathy employ, hear her words,
Appreciate small yet enormous signs,
Respond yet not overwhelm,
Cements our being valentines!
Just hearing her breathing,
Comforts, loneliness resigns,
Kindly searching deeds, acting wisely,
With Hashem’s aid yields love genuine!
Receive ruminations, attend expressions,
Kindles cupid, life as a couple sublime,
Despite turbulent exceptions we eschew,
Renew kindly favor time after time,
Sensitive antennae align the benign,
Middos Tov, being a Mensch,
Grow a good eye that culls the fine,
Delving with heart into her druthers is song,
To courage not chicken out align,
Surrender poetry not “Poultry in Motion!”
Every now and then
The cold blooded floor cements her dream.
Every now and then
She wakes up to the livid voice of her baby sinking into cupid rain.
The mercury of things on her chest is open as the cloud
Every now and then
She thinks of the diary of a teenage mother with baby sitter.
All these rotten times
She found no triangle in love.
All these rotten times
She saw no handwriting of her soldier on military wall.
Only the rose on his grave had kissed her thousand times in hazy vision.
Sometimes it seems as if the cloud over her head is drinking beer.
How will she find love in these rotten times.
Every now and then
She smiles at vegetative hands in the house of commerce.
I see a little love dripping out of her baby's feeding bottle.
I see a church of diapers becoming rare.
She's just 15 and mama is just a little girl.
Th best pendant necklace is turquoise blue
With each day of usage, it remains new
Her body so glittering and well mold
Cements great distraction and interest hold
Wild hormone stiff to it's peak acceleration
As her body movement curl out unique vibration
To these shivers, loosely worship her in gyration
Opened concise studies her broadness scopes in continuation
Amidst every blue that declines emotions meeting
Is the season frightening snow fall
And the night radiant is simply retreating
Passion shall surrender not like Jericho's wall
Captivating is this young lord
That makes east turn west at war
WIth her, every moment is peaceful
On her, your world is easily explore
Everyone wanders of her sword
The socket so sweet in the middle
You admires to plug with pleasure
Is the perfect flawed gold you mined
That sets you behind
What a curse so beautiful!
I know you love it
It seems it hates you
You winks and laugh it
It hits and strays you
What a double edge sword
Established by God's after word
Charismatic Zoe consistently bears tendancy
of softening strangers into friends
Perhaps resulting from her relocating frequency
Her familiarity with 'all sorts' hones empathy
Inspires trust, apprehension suspends
Fresh town primed to garner aquaintence
In the year charming Zoe turns thirty eight
Uninhibited, curious, built by self reliance
Folks cheerfully offer firm alliance
Her attentiveness ensures it remains
Zoe values conversation vivid vivacious
Exuding nonchalance, ability to laugh at her folly
Fabulous new friendships steadily progress
Synchronisity cements compadre success
Several new girlfriends all in their forties!
Shrinking space separates her from next decade
Stubborn Zoe pictures dowdy entirely optional
Zone of forty hopefully could be allayed
Reality shattered, coming years delayed
Ignorance imagines aging not applicable
She perceives it holds hands with abating energy
Admires dignity older friends can achieve
Surely high spirits dissolve eventually?
Settled staid of middle aged brings lethargy
Lustre of gusto a gown youth beseech
Witty Zoe's process barely outstanding
Timidly turning formidable forty - - - -
Truth had evaded fathomed planning
Age expectations are pure semantics!
Trajectory questions finally sorted
Embracing increasing, relaxed stance decided
Zoe dresses in fearless effervescent
Category defiant, her latitude desirable
Zeal's spirit reveals pleasant surprises
Takes unashamedly from unfolding present
Written for : Time Poem Contest
Sponsored by : Chantelle Anne Cooke
Originated : 9th June 2020
Woody cologne caresses me, your fatherly comfort
Stirs corpsed compartments of stiff collar protector
Control and my frenetic force combine, triumphant
Curled in cream leather, exhaust drips peach nectar
Our lunching laughs echo in establishments of stature
Plate sized steak gorging has gregarious wine support
Irk of nostalgic nubile incessantly scratches my rapture
Emboldened blend makes mockery of standard thought
Furtive frowns from fellow diners behind glasses gossip
Solid gold arrogance asserts benefit blatantly displayed
Societal stable unharnessed, blurred in break out gallop
Crossing the line wins sustain disdain for lifestyles staid
Ocean boulevard show emits stadium raucous applause
Celebrated red car salatious, shouting salt can't catch us
Elite earnings erase enforced judgement, smudging laws
We cruise past calm cove, masts middle finger up status
Fresh blood Ferrari parks grumpy, subground clot cements
Your apartment arranged for everlasting afternoon lust fest
Ruptures my role of freewilled friend, raunch to commence
Aerobics of limber mayhem, loosened make-up, not just yet
Smug exhibits itself on you, bosom blooming, smile swollen
Why are you weird; response is, "Let's make a small detour"
Perhaps a chance to sunbathe bikini clad hasn't been stolen!
Side by side basking serves as a mismatched stamina cure!
Sixth floor nominate instead of eighth arouses sudden angst
Silver keys silence, you push them to my palm with a flourish
This mystery door surely won't submit, a magic rabbit yanked
Wave glint water pours in wall width windows, sun encouraged
"Enjoy, it's in your name," your announcement deep sea drowned
Overwhealmed by involuntary screams, my violent claws attached
Cling to your hull, oyster oppurtune splits old and new, pearl found
Levered apart, rough encasement heart slides out, gratitude hatched
27th Febuary 2026
rewritten by further reality
May 2020 was first version imagined
We have gone two years side by side
our love has grew,with nothing to hide
Skinbob you are everything to me and more
that`s why i love you to the core.
When i awake each morning next to you
i`m filled with love, and would certainly do
anything at all that would put a smile
and fill you with happiness that`s worthwhile
Any of my efforts that can make your day
you know that anyway,you don`t need to say
happiness,contentment and a few other things
is what cements our love and certainly brings
A man and a wife,from me and you
if people can`t see this,they ain`t got a clue.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY SKINBOB
***
As the scene is set, as is, cements the context,
to what is, and to what can become.
As the sun sinks beneath the horizon,
the shadows stretch, dragging out to memories.
As water laps at the stones,
the past returns in ripples recast, reflected back.
As night draws a veil over the valley,
the silence deepens in its intensity, heavy with unsaid things.
As the candle burns down to the wick's end,
hope curls up in swirls of smoke,
distilled to hold the embers without trembling.
As dawn lights up an empty room,
each beam whispers courage into corners lurking with fear.
As the church bells toll at midnight,
time pauses between now and then, to catch a breath, impending.
As is, the moon face is pocked with craters, yet the tides still yield its tug and pull.
As is - take me as I am - medium-rare, truthful, honest.
As is - I'm half-awake, half-lit, yearning, and still learning what you want.
Line of inquiry
“joy, empathy, compassion
on an upward arc
an effervescence eternal
causes bliss ignition to start”
Love warms as a cozy fire,
with dancing flames that mesmerize-
evoking heartfelt thoughts to rise
Love grows as a blooming plant
with stems that reach out to the light-
uplifting all within its sight
Love glows as a sunlit ray
that brightens all touched by its glow-
and fading clouds that hide below
Love swirls as a boundless brook
rolling around each stone and curve-
endlessly on its path to serve
Love soothes gently as rippling waves
that kiss the sand beneath the sun-
sparked by the moon when day is done
Love bathes in hope every day
presents fresh ways for it to dwell-
in soul and heart to heal them well
Love survives the upward climb
to reach that prized spiritual goal-
when paths of soul and heart are whole
Life cements the gift of love
received and shown in many ways-
a gift of God, a gift we praise
A HONKY TONK WOMAN named ANGIE
heads out to our bar every night.
And those WILD HORSES with hombres
show up to get drunk or to fight.
Bar's sign, “RUBY TUESDAY” is red;
behind, though, they did PAINT IT BLACK.
Some sit down to start TUMBLIN DICE;
ROLLING STONES stop by for cognac.
Now, Angie and I hit it off;
Her sweet, gentle ways stole my heart.
YOU CAN'T ALWAYS GET WHAT YOU WANT.
But kindness cements a good start.
Too soon, it got UNDER MY THUMB!
A huge fight began, as I said.
This bar gets its share of mean thugs!
I grabbed Angie's hand, and we fled!