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Dancing past the vibrant embrace
Leaves tempting the earth with their praise
Visions ~ joyful hearts will amaze
Laughter healing with gentle grace
Trembling trees, naked of their breath
Welcoming the season of death
Glowing light that dark can't erase
Passionate fires in crispy hues
Silent shouts from souls who enthuse
Stirring of dreams brought face-to-face
With peace so wonderous it warms
Hearts ~ even in the darkest storms
Shadows singing of hopes to chase
Away the fears, wiping the tears
So Autumn's song sings through the years
Dancing past the vibrant embrace
Laughter healing with gentle grace
Glowing light that dark can't erase
Stirring of dreams brought face-to-face
Shadows singing of hopes to chase
In Remembrance of Connie -Autumn Theme Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Suzanne Delaney
October 4, 2022
Honesty
Tell me your truths and I shall say I pass no judgment,
But we both know, I will feel something.
Ask me a question and I will answer it honestly.
If I am capable and you are faithful,
You can trust what I say to thee.
Turn on the light so you can see I’m not lying,
Turn off the light if you have faith in me.
Whisper your truths so no-one can overhear them,
Maybe you can find a little relief.
To get your burdens off your chest.
A problem halved can only aid its solution findings.
Listen to my truths carefully my friend.
I must speak them in two tones,
Hoping you are no longer blind.
Kiss my lips so you can feel my honesty,
Love me and speak of it so you and I can become we.
Sleep next to me, I hope you feel safe beside me,
I close my eyes content; in you I truly believe.
Dream all you wish for
And one day they may come true,
My dreams are simple,
You and I, love, happy with you.
I hope you see reminders
Of our time together,
For if you do and you are happy,
It means we made it, we never severed.
We never had to cut the umbilical chord,
We help each other live our two lives in one world.
Who will lead and who will follow,
We can find out tomorrow,
At the moment we are content,
So we have no need to chase hollow,
Dreams of more, cravings, lusts,
At the moment we are not unhappy,
Let’s embrace this moment,
For right now we are us.
(C)2011 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Form:
The world does not beg to be held today
Doesn't demand my voice or my chase
It simply asks that I sit in the space between
Where breath is enough
Where time just is
There's no urgency here
No need to carve my name into the hours
Only the soft surrender of being
So I loosen the grip on the reins of time
Letting the wind unthread my worries
Not all journeys demand pursuit
Not all answers arrive in haste
Some things only bloom in stillness
Only find you when you stop searching
So I give up the chase for today
Letting it come
Letting it be
Letting the horizon rest
And I rest with it
Christmas Nostalgia
Please give me an old-fashioned Christmas
without all the hype and fanfare.
When the tree and the stockings were put up
just two weeks before would prepare.
Our excitement of then seeing Santa
in a red suit, quite fat and was jolly.
Asking, ‘Had we been good for our parents?’
if yes, he would give us a lolly.
Christmas Eve, we went to bed early
not daring to open our eyes.
For when Santa who climbed down our chimney
if you peeped, there'd be no surprise.
Christmas morning we'd all be together
open gifts Santa left near the tree.
Saw the stockings all filled with small trinkets,
how happy we were with no greed.
Christmas lunch, we sat at the table
ate roast meats and vegetables galore.
Next, came the plum pudding with money
a thrill when we found one or more.
After lunch to the backyard, we’d go then
to play cricket we had such a ball.
The old and the young ones all joined in
when OUT, heard the umpire call.
Now, Christmas begins in October
Christmas carols play loudly in stores.
Skinny Santa's are seen all around us
people rushing in frenzied galore.
The money that's spent now on Christmas
would feed all the poor for a year.
Children’s toys, expensive electronics
simple stockings are no longer here.
'Kris Kringle' is now for our loved ones
what to buy causes headaches with thought!
With the limit that's set rarely followed,
gifts not wanted are so often bought.
Once Christmas festivities finish
we see Easter eggs next on the shelf.
Hot Cross Buns now in stores for the purchase,
Easter Bunny will chase away Elf.
Yes, give me an old-fashioned Christmas
where to gather with families enough.
And a hug, Merry Christmas, is given
without rush then enjoy Christmas lunch
Sometimes it's not for me to always speak
Things that have pressed and pressured me
I believe
By gracefully spilling this rhyme
In time this time a creatively piece
Will form and grant me what is needed
Like cop with no license and driver given ticket
Like a light that stopped
A pupil that popped
There still a plan for me
Sometimes I scribble with a pen
Write names without an end
And then the form of a sentence
Brought me to repentance
Did I mention it brought back a promise
Pushed me up like baby vomit
My stomach was full to the tin
And pen wrote lines that blend
Blurred lines like Robin Thick
Released these lines that made me sick
With a brick busted discounted a chain without locks
Expressed expression like a pimple about to pop
Who stopped I did and felt much better
Smooth lines like bacon without cheddar
I better tell the truth and let this out
Sometimes been times I am not loosing this bout
As I know what to do this time
Take a pen and continue creatively line
Graze of this paper
Crimp edges without a staple
Not later but now
Release stocks up now down
Chase cars with bank cards
Flow mass today charge
Open skillets without flip
Zip pants without zips
Per ounce discounts
Sometimes I just bounce these lines
Feel better rest time
Fit to bake made signs
Raise up I made my Plies
Jokes choked commit crimes
Opposite do attract this time
Grave covered cleverly spent my
Days filled processed loose dimes
Penny sized career signs
Broadway stage jive
Turkey laced with season no sides
Fizzed resist without dis pride
Crisis told trimmed time
My time your time
When the clock struck midnight
I knew things were not right
With cuffs upon my wrists
And tears upon my fists
For a brief moment I forgot who I was
As I lost myself to the buzz
But in a moment of clarity I swore
That this sin I would not ignore
That I would chase better highs
And a beautiful sun and blue skies
Because I'll admit the deeper I sank
The more and more I went blank
Becoming this thing that I am not
So recklessly without thought
But these actions brought me to chains
Without gains and nothing but pains
I want you to look in my eyes
Maybe now you'll see they're not lies
Because my flaws sit on my shoulders
Weighing me down like boulders
And the truth is that I am older
In a world that feels colder
But I've fought so long to get here
Sometimes feeling death was near
As I shed tear after tear after tear
My life was a boat and hard to steer
Battling hard against a raging sea
Bringing me down to one knee
I just want the insanity in my head
To disappear and finally be dead
I want to look ahead to better days
Without gray haze and malaise
I want to see how I've grown
And a shining soul to the world shown
This is my life and I will fight for it
Because my past will never make me quit
And I look at these tears on my fists
And the lingering pain from cuffs on my wrists
When the clock struck midnight
That is when I swore to make things right
Something I have to accept Is that my life reset,
my transitional twenties ended empty,
from people to places to drugs I was taking,
life snapped escaped became separated.
my thirties gave me a new slate,
but in a confused state,
stuck in a removed place,
facing my twenties on a clue chase,
Had an empty space
escalation lost pace
Now something I trace
seek truth and link fate,
Depressed misery
to repressed memories
Friends to enemies
Worn away mentally
I finally find the beginning
the start was me winning
then helpless hope blinking
overwhelmed lost and sinking
I went at it alone putting up a fight,
Survived the mind games and the plots,
advantage to fight preventing my flight
when help was denied, victory was forgot
I just needed the mature thought
someone to advise, someone to talk,
The unprepared fight that I fought,
Never win on my own, certainty fall short
I get it now that I was let down
the power that be went to town
illegal operations pushed me about
Treating me as though I’m a clown
That judgement is subjective
Based on selfish objective
disrespectful rejection didn’t want to listen
True colours, gone never will I miss them
And now I can link the past to the present,
Understanding reality no longer guessing,
A vision of my future beyond depression
No longer destroyed suicidal and stressing
Absorbed on the whole yet still sinking in,
I get caught reminiscing not progressing
Torture and stolen time is my obsession
But slowly digested as the impact lessens
I know I am stalling and after I’d fallen,
But I know I’ll go forward and be rewarded
need to explore what for and my calling
Beaten to believing, a victory recorded
I never surrendered
I never gave in
The lesson to remember
Endure ‘til you win
I hurt.
My adventures playing chase through my mind;
Of hiking, skydiving, mountain climbing,
Of hunting, wrestling, and things of that kind.
From the arctic and its frozen waste lands
To Southeast Asia, I have widely roamed,
Using snowshoes or hiking jungles gloamed.
I hurt.
My adventures remind me every day
Of what it has cost me to pursue them.
Of many broken bones along the way;
Of torn muscles and tendons, I’ve received
Broken collars and shattered shoulder bones.
Now I hurt and feel so all alone.
I hurt
I have days I mainly stay in my bed.
Age has crept upon me like a leopard.
It is the devourer I now dread.
People think I’m strong, but don’t understand.
Pain is payment for my adventures then,
And remind me of glories way back when.
Checked it flag
A stand out soapbox
All in grey
Challenger in a race
Speed of competitors
It was fast like a Greyhound Dog
Grey color gets attention
Had to mention
Grey soapbox named “ROADHOG”
As the wheels accelerated more and more
It was definite that the soapbox was going to even the score
Faster Faster and Faster
Maneuvering here and there
The soapbox was beyond compare
Ahead of its time
Throughout the soapbox race
Every competitor was in a chase
Winner to be
A let see
Who will cross the finish line?
You guessed it, the Roadhog being the grey soapbox
Cheers and roars
Undefeated challenger
Winner took all
Soapbox winner call.
They hang from older buildings
To provide a way to flee
From a fire or another type
Of grim catastrophe.
“West Side Story’s” hero, Tony,
(Just like Romeo) did vouch
To Maria all his love
While on one’s surface she did crouch.
Countless films and TV dramas
Often use one as a base
For a criminal to exit
While the cops are giving chase.
In real life, I’ve never seen one
Used to hasten a descent.
Modern buildings now use stairways
Made of fire-proof cement.
Though necessity requires
Things to change, it seems a pity
That these structures soon will vanish,
Once a staple of the city.