Long Cheeks Poems
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Sweet and sappy, as strawberries,
yet the green leaf’s pulled
from the tongue, and
teaches one a smile set
in the bulk and brazen
of the hefty sour’n sweet
fruitiness obtained from the C
of the blazing sun’s goodness.
Plentiful teeny-tiny seeds
present in the plush red-ripe chill
to the gums, and
pearly-wide teeth
that plunge, as if into the neck
of Dracula’s victim.
Juice sucked off fingers.
The index circles the lips
to enhance the stickiness
and satisfaction
of the plucky fragaria,
full-sized, squeezing
the frame. Dimensions
hypnotize the dreamer
destined for the horizon.
Scented lip gloss,
a lasso for a boyfriend.
The milkshake mesmerizes
the swirly straw in the parlor.
Memories made shepherding
the wild strawberry fields -
hair, cheeks, lips, polish.
One night I had a dream
A legion of demons chasing me
In the middle of night in the woods
Stumbling on the ghostly tree roots
I was running in a nightmarish daze
Dry branches scratching my face
Tying my arms with whitish charms
Of spider webs scattered
Loose in the thickness of night
I felt the wind touching my face
In a mortal terrifying chase
I was about to escape
But the earth opened wide
And I fell in to the water pool
Reflecting green face of the moon
Laughing at me in a loud
Echoing cold chuckling sound
The water embraced me
And kissed my cheeks
I felt my mother’s arms
Around me for a moment
Of sweet comforting relief
But then I woke up in freezing
Water holding my arms
Tied in a knot behind my back
in a strange eerie way
That happens in dreams
When you can fly
But you can’t scream
With mouth open wide
And words stuck in my throat
Dry chapped lips
Begging for escape
But no sound leaving my chest
I tried to get break of the
Hold of freezing waters
With my eyes open wide
Holding on the branches
Of the trees tops high in the sky
Where I saw the first rays of sun
Breaking the horizon line
Hanging on the hope
Not to lose the sight
Till morning comes
So my dream can be broken
In to pieces like a scattered glass
and locked in the dark corner
where nightmares belong
So I can wake up in the morning
And not remember
Last night’s terrifying journey
DRESSING DEATH
Snapshot of a corpse ~ head unnaturally leans into the glass
death is not kind, though dressed up, with makeup, scented flowers
a woman decorated in autumn foliage holding rosary beads ~
more like a doll than real
in a warm room with kith and kin. stains of death remain on cheeks
a twenty something man dressed in green sunday suit ~
his hand is deathly cold
sleeves, shoulders. black dresses and suits sully the noisy river
a teenager without her horse and glasses ~
how will she ride? how will she see?
she followed a classmate to the grave
sleeves, shoulders. black dresses and suits sully the noisy river
leukemia claimed a neighbor who rode the yellow bus
the quiet remorseful corners. can you hear the breaking off of hearts?
a little girl with pretty hair dressed in brown asleep
in a girly-pink satin-lined box
they weigh down the coffins ~ pinning them six feet under
lady who trimmed ten years from her life, while standing on two feet ~
sweats ninety inside a closed box
twins shooed off, to visit dead neighbors, at the funeral parlor
8/4/2017
She was a lamp of light unto me:
The light was a guiding star,
Full of love and affection.
I dwelled in the warmth of the light.
She fed me and I grew with her thoughts,
She sowed the seed of virtues in me
And watered it day in and day out.
She taught me knowledge and wisdom.
The light shone in me and darkness scared to touch me.
I crossed rugged roads, yet she was beside me;
Yet He is ever with me carrying in His Arms.
She was my teacher of simplicity:
I grew simple; reared modest; nurtured meek,
She taught me the prayer of silence,
And in silence I learnt patience.
Thorns would prick me; yet she treated me,
She would never let the blood ooze out,
And I would watch her tears rolling down her cheeks,
And I knew she wept for my pain.
We have been walking on the path of virtues
Holding our hands together in the bond of love.
FORLORN! Her hands fell down, and I’m shaken:
I perceived the pallor on her white face,
It seemed it wept for me in silence,
And I knew even in silence she can’t forget me.
The Lord hath taken the lamp from me;
Yet the light of the lamp dwells in me.
I wept at her motionless corpse,
Tears rolled down my cheeks.
But could she know I had wept for her departure?
But I had known she wept for my pain
When thorns had pricked me in her presence.
The lamp is no more with me;
Yet the Lord shines in me thro’ my parents.
She was a lamp of light unto me,
The light was a guiding star
Full of love and affection.
“A dog is the only thing on earth that loves you more than he loves himself.” – Josh Billings
When I was happy, you smiled.
When I was sad, you cried.
When I was lonely, you consoled.
When I gave you my heart, you gave me yours.
Thorns pricked, and you put your cheeks against mine,
healng my wounds in your soft furry touch.
Licking my face, you squirmed all over me,
your paws tangled in my hair, your tail wagging in joy,
dancing and swerving at my feet, you snuffed and kissed.
Reflecting sunlight into my foggy curtained nights,
Whispering small sounds deep into my soul,
As you caressed my pats, I radiated in your warmth.
Resonated in a passionate bond of karmic nearness,
devoted prayers, I saw in your dark, silent eyes.
Brimming with love, you fed my undying hope,
Courage to hold back tears, and strength to cope.
And then you betrayed me .... you died…
You will not wait patiently for me to return home
You will not run to greet me.
You will not nap with your face on my neck.
But as you leave, I have your parting gift.
Your watchful eyes, they guard me all times.
everlasting impressions of melancholy chimes
Man’s best friend, You taught me humanity.
You lay buried in my heart, in your love of eternity.
Dated 24th April, 2021
Let’s talk about the way that life is supposed to be.
The baby’s angelic smile.
The youngsters rosie cheeks.
The crisp white table cloth of afternoon tea.
The Sunday chatter and the pride of the roast for family.
The cricket and the graduations, the fishing and work place harmony.
The white dress in the church for eternity.
Yeah, let’s talk about how life is supposed to be!
Now let’s see through the eyes of reality.
Where children don’t arrive and expectations fail drastically.
Where eyes can’t hide the thoughts behind fake smiles of jealousy.
Where mental battle in the mind remains hidden secretly.
Where the love of family dies because you’re not what you’re supposed to be!
my grannies
i was always
their favorite
the boy inside
the man
they used
to call me
a little darkhorse
cause i used to give
little presents
things i made
or pick them flowers
sometimes the smallest
little flower
in my eyes
i would tell them
they are little bunches
of flowers
for the little people
it was always magical
i always though
in dreams
of colour
one beauty
for a little fairy princess
with dark brown eyes
like my own
my grannies
back then said
i would break
some woman's heart
instead it was the other
way around
it was inspired
from my grannies
who always said
i was a beautiful writer
they loved
my little stories
it was like they saw
something magical
through my eyes
when i told
a story
as they told me a few
i remember
once saying
if i turned
to a frog
granny
do you think
a woman
would kiss me
kissing me
on the forehead
of course they would
tears roll
down my cheeks
as i write
they said
that i was beautiful
why wouldn't they
they really
loved me
thinking back
i hope
they look ore me
as angels
it sounds to me
they remain
beautiful
As the last opalescent glow of sunset fades away, I sail this ship alone
towards a crimson horizon, over a starlit sea
through the soft lapping of waves which lullaby my destiny.
I sail this ship alone far from the powdered sand
Far from the pebbled beach,Far from my sun-kissed land.
Tonight there is no moon ,but there is a sparkle in the sky
A starry night so still filled with beacons of bright light.
Tomorrow births a new dawn, a song within a dream
Meadows of yellow buttercups and fields of evergreen
Tomorrow I'll be greeted by a silk winged butterfly
A host of daffodils and golden dandelions, by warmth within a smile
Tomorrow I stroll along a new shore, feel fresh salt- spray upon my cheeks
I'll dance barefoot in the wind, as Spring breathes in lotus leaves.
The faint blush of her cheeks,
We liken to that of a rose.
Her intoxicating beauty spreads,
From her head to her toes.
Her smile is a reminder,
Of the evening sun going down.
And here heart's inner trappings,
No longer cause us to frown.
There have been tender moments,
We've been privileged to share.
Also times of great concern,
Knowing not of her welfare.
But God in his grand scheme,
Fit each thing into proper place.
Giving us a love for this friend,
Placing her in our hearts space.
We're now a couple in advanced years,
Knowing not what the morrow brings.
Wanting to tell her that we both love her,
Without conditions or attached strings.
Dedicated to our friend Shirlene
Your sweetness tasted like cherries
Your smell scented like fresh strawberries
Your words filly as ripened bananas
Your act sour like my lemon trees
Long ago i was your good cup of tea
Long ago you were a star in my universe
my forever lover to be......
Dear baby you left on that plane,
promised me you'll be back again,
but words were just words...
dreams written in a whole book of vain,
It took me so long to get over the heartache
It took me so long to get over the pain.
I can still remember the end of December,
Distant phone call confirmed wedding
bells in cloudy September,ringing
bells for for you and your bride to be.
I faked a smile,a lady in style,Congratulatons
across the ocean,across much more than a mile,
You came back full of regret,stating
i'm the one you couldn't forget,NO Bells
in September,it passed and gone,but
dear baby i found New dawn,i'm
very sorry i had to move on...
Please dear Baby stop crying,
hot tears brushed my cheeks long before,
Just leave me alone!stop the knocks
knock knocking on my wooden door,i met
Somebody Special who loves me much
more.Dear baby go play in your cradle,
Your mami needs a papi today
a papi who doesn't like rattles,
a papi who 's too old t play
Yesterday i was your good cup of tea
and you were all that mattared to me...
That was Yesterday,i live for today!
Yes, baby that was Yesterday,Now
i've met somebody who looks only my way....
i'm in love with him,he's in love with me,
and we are to marry in the month of May
(FICTION) Charma
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