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DISAPPEARANCE
Light baptised my forsaken body
red whirling a glimmering ocean
Perseidon’s crystalline tears
drip-dropped into mine
manifesting oyster shells
Odysseus smiled blinking
compassion from diamond
rays of Arcturus
embalming my shoulders
with his terrible travels
Silent my soulmate disappeared
crawling onto an opposite bank
into fields of chaffed wheat
towards abyss black
She moulted into grains of rice
or maybe a ladybird’s swoon
floating between Venus wings
seeking her paintbrushes
cleaned and singing
I sought strawberry
yogurt
What else could
sorrow do ?
©GhairoDanielsPoetry
&Song2013
Be still, quiet for quietness enhances your awareness of your being,
whatever life means to you and maybe, discover your purpose in life.
~~~ Quote by Poet ~~~
LOOKING WITHIN
There are times when everything seem so out of control,
times when you feel restrained, trapped, chaffed, suffocated
and deep down you are resisting, fighting against these ill feelings,
trying so hard to withstand, not let the situations affect you.
The times when there are so many things in your mind, like
you’re going out of your head for answers, to do or not to do,
to say or not say, to stay or to go and you’re way over your head
feeling so lost, uncertain, unable to face head on or let go.
That is when I want to run and stay by the sea to CALM me down.
Where I find it PEACEFUL for the sound of the waves relaxes me,
like a lullaby soothing me to be STILL, QUIET and gazing at the horizon
makes me a TRANQUIL or a SERENE person to be able to think logically.
I am able to clear and free my mind to find the answers or to discern
and perceive insights, perspectives to make a sound or reasonable decision.
Yes, looking within, to look inside my inner thoughts, to figure out what
I think, feel, say and do affect my life and others I love and care about.
5/11/21 Writing Prompt - Calm - Poetry
Constance La France
Used: PS Grammar Checker
Highlight: CAPITALIZATION
LET ME GET THROUGH THE DAY
Let me get through the day… oh yeah… oh yeah…
by letting my mind go astray… oh yeah …oh yeah…
since I cannot go out and play
and feel my freedom taken away… oh … oh...
Feeling down with no headway
Feeling the blues, I cannot even downplay… oh …oh…
How I wish I can hide away… oh yeah… oh yeah…
from these constraints to obey… oh yeah… oh yeah…
NOTE: Here we go again with the lock down
Here I am feeling chaffed again...
Need to cheer myself up... with this poem/song
You can sing this with John Lennon's
''Whatever Gets You Through The Night"
I'm an avid fan of his and we share the
same birthday along with his son, Sean
and a couple of my friends .....
Hungry taste of wanderlust,
Roams within this flesh,
Can’t stop now, have to go on—
I haven’t seen it yet.
Where I stop next, I don’t know
Can’t even make a prediction,
Just something new before my eyes
Sating this addiction.
Homes I knew and left behind,
Were only in my mind,
The spirit chaffed, burned to leave
The body bided time.
Don’t know if they live or breath,
The family I once had,
Lovers, children, fade away
I was never a great dad.
Can’t say why I wander on,
What I think I’ll find,
After twenty years I’ve seen it all,
But can’t leave this behind.
Another truck-stop diner here,
Another waitress in bed,
Tomorrow she’ll be far behind,
To her I will be dead.
I remember when this was fresh,
All that was on my mind,
When I was young and knew it all,
And had nothing but time.
The youth is gone by the wayside,
But the impulse still remains,
A forty-something wanderer,
With nothing to his name.
My feet they ache, my back is strained
My reason cries to stop,
Why is it that the drives me on?
Why can I not block,
The urge to go ‘round the next bend,
To trudge on through the cold,
I rue the day God gave to me,
This cursed vagabond soul.
As morning's veil did lift its gentle hand
On my first call to ingratiate with the land
I fathered that night to dawn's early stand
And hit the roadway, where my journey's plan
Did unfold like a map, with twists and turns so grand
If I remember well, Kachikau did wave his hand
H hazily, with a wry grin, a gesture so bland
I paused for a moment, twiddling thumbs of my hand
Chaffed by the wind, my heart did take its stand
I looked at this dehydrated home village of mine
Eyes bursting with pathos, a tale so divine
In some odd sense, that distorted moment did shine
A light enough to fool the mind, a beacon so fine
I felt my heart beat increase with the intensity of light
Like selenium, a spark that ignited the night
I looked again at this parched home village of mine
Even raddled grass blades, a beauty so divine
The sun did rise, a fiery ball of gold
As I walked on, my footsteps did unfold
A story of longing, of dreams yet untold
Of a heart that beats, with a spirit so bold
The wind did whisper secrets, of a world so wide
As I walked on, my soul did start to glide
Through fields of green, where wildflowers did sway
And the scent of blooming lavender did fill the day
I felt the warmth of the sun, on my skin so fair
As I walked on, without a care
The world did seem so vast, so full of wonder and might
As I walked on, into the light of day and night
The stars did twinkle, like diamonds in the sky
As I walked on, with a heart that did not deny
The beauty of the world, the wonder of the sight
As I walked on, into the darkness of the night
The moon did glow, a silver crescent shape
As I walked on, with a heart that did not escape
The magic of the world, the mystery of the night
As I walked on, into the light of day and night
Form:
Here we go,
We decided to go for a walk in the park
I remember it was summer so the evening isn’t dark
Now me misses is not small
Rather large, but not tall
So we have to walk slow
The sort of, take two steps have a breather, that kinda thing, you know
We eventually walk a good distance when she gasped “over there”
So with all me strength I help her as she slumped onto the chair
Now I’ve never felt sorry for anything in me life
But this was the first time, for the metal chair straining to support me wife
Next to me wife was a ninety year old gran with a pop eyed stare
She screamed before she fainted “that not fair”
I heard a muffled yelp come from below me wife’s butt
I cringed when I saw the dog leash and thought, me misses killed that old bags
mutt.
Running toward us was a 7 foot built like a Brick Sh-t house which made it worse
He had muscles on muscles, I thought “today I’m going home in a hearse
He picked me up by the neck and said “Look what your wife done”
I couldn’t speak and could only feel the life strangled from me which was not fun
“I’m sorry it was an accident,” me misses said so elegant
I just managed to say the first thing that came to mind “That… is… not my Elephant…
Well it took the fire brigade an hour to prize the mutt
From the chaffed tight squeaky cheeks of me wife’s butt
Now I don’t know what she had in her bag
But when it hit me mouth at break neck speed it left me jaw that sagged
So for six months I couldn't drink a beer
And to rebuild me mouth the dentist had to do it through me rear.
I am not cool about things
You say about my life,
Just coz you left me,
I love my life, mistakes.
Nothing happened, I was just
Seeking your attention, now hard to find.
If that is the way to get my attention,
It really sucks, and I ain’t chaffed at all,
You need some growing up to do.
Lose the one you love,
Discover how young , fragile, vulnerable
You become.
All you want to convince me about,
By all means you have tried,
Is just not happening.
We will never be together,
I don’t trust you at all,
You betrayed my trust again and again,
I can never believe in you again.
That is not true, you can have your reason,
You will never find a guy as
Faithful and true, as I am to you.
Very few are what they are,
We have been what and are what we are,
The matrix of your success and reality
Is confusing you;
I pursue conclusions, not means to them.
No one will stand you the way I have and will,
I will do it all,
If I were a T-shirt,
You are printed everywhere on
And inside it, fully proven.
Now sleeping, just too tired,
Please don’t disturb me.
I don’t want to lose you whatsoever,
You have loved me;
Next time I meet you,
I just want to kiss and lick you,
More than the way you know,
You can bank this;
Calling you, talking to you,
Or wondering what you are doing,
Will not change a damn thing,
I still love you.
You should not have left Shaniqua touch
And heal and peel the wounds
My claws caused you,
That should never have happened.
In Memoriam of brave, lost souls during the First World War
Our insides churn, nostrils flare, with the pungent stench,
Order given to leave our sanctuary and trench.
Battle cry, whistle blown and up and over we go;
Standing together in advancement row by row.
We, doomed soldiers, marching onto the battlefield
holding our rifles, killing weapons, as our shields.
Hats made of tin lay cumbrous on our head,
Boots holding chaffed, unsteady feet, as we tread.
Upfront the enemy and fast approaching us,
Peaceful bygone days, oh— how beautiful it was!
Loss of innocence, bloodied through war, outbraves,
Blades turn crimson red — so many early graves.
Bugles sound, shells explode, blinded and choked within;
Shattered dreams, shattered lives, battle we may not win.
Comrades that became friends fall at our feet —
Only death awaiting them now to meet.
Their last breathless, muttered words lovingly spoken,
A falling silent tear, plea, gesture or token.
Remembrance to behold for their sweetheart, mother;
Final last memories, thoughts, can be of no other.
Resonant of sound and echoes of war
a shroud of smoke filled air as now and before.
Remember us always today and forever more.
We gave to king, country and those we adore.
O brother, they closed the brothel!
Beer and barmaid breath is closed.
Banter with corsets and silk stockings
withheld - the downy frown of ‘stache.
The itch of a cattle drive — the rawhide
chaffed and fettered,
all the while driven by unholy sex.
O brother, a frightful fight broke out
like measles planted from head to toe.
when you fantasized her soft skin,
her tongue lash —all those miles and miles -
the special one you call Maisy,
but boards like bandaids hammered
into place. No neon sign to contemplate.
You bring yourself back home, poor soul,
to your hot and bothered bride. There
you find the ride you’d forgotten.
You smile surprised. Only problem is
she makes you bathe and shave,
won’t allow you that chew or that beer.
O brother, they closed the brothel!
2/23/2021
Contest: They Closed the Brothel
Sponsor: Kai Neumann
In the vortex of a maelstrom, I was rudely thrown
drowning in turbulent waters for an error I bemoan,
a blunder of loving someone who chose to whittle
away at my heart until it became fragile and brittle
Bereft beyond the point of caring if I lived or died
My eyes were scarlet, burning from tears I'd cried
But they became transfixed, immutable on a fire stoked
for my normally tenuous demeanor had been provoked
I was a genteel lady, who demurely acquiesced to love
but it was time for me to throw down the gauntlet glove
I was chaffed by what had been just an interlude for him,
an escapade, a mere dalliance, a rascally romantic whim
I drew a rough sketch; in likeness of my vagabond swain
an abstract portrait, in Picasso's style, the face of my bane
Black eyes were hollow, blind orbs that would never see
that his trifling peccadillo tryst was a brutal betrayal to me
The painting was delivered as twelve bells pealed midnight
I watched as he unwrapped it, but carefully kept out of sight
A formidable opponent I had become to his knavish ways
In the moonlight his face turned pale; his eyes were glazed