Long Chin Poems
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To show that you care
When on your chin is fur,
Because..."All men are the same."
For, those who care will have their hearts damaged and eyes,
filled with bloodlike tears.
And once you're seen crying,
Or "whimpering", then you're a weakling.
Yet, men are supposed to be Strong.
Because, "All men are the same", right?
So, play along and tell tales
Of how strong you are
And how long in the dark you can dwell,
Fear, being the last thing you can even smell.
Now it is shameful,
To appear soft and loving
When others are rough and tough
If the blanket goes off, no need for tugging,
For you will give us another reason to laugh
Because, "All men are strong!"
For, soft and loving are qualities not suitable
For a player who knows how the ball rolls.
You can't be a man, yet not a player
That's just a wish, you're a terrible liar.
And besides, "All men are the same", right?
*************
The angel falls…
With tears she calls,
"I'm ready.
Take me home!"
She hears His voice,
"You've made this choice.
You will not be alone."
She cries to Him,
"I can't do this.
I do not want to stay!"
"Please hold on tight
with all your might;
I'll help you find your way.
Now take my hand
and follow me -
I will lead you there.
I've seen the tears
fall from your eyes;
I've listened to your prayers."
"I trust that you
will see me through,
yet still I am afraid.
Been here so long,
tried to be strong...
...my life I'd gladly trade.
Please take me home,
I'm begging you!
I've never asked before.
Do what you must;
with faith, I trust
you'll open heaven’s door.
I wanted joy, love,
peace and laughter;
I never was prepared
for all the pain
that bears my name.
I'm left beyond repair."
"I say to you
this life will do,
but you must go and live it!
You need a change,
so, rearrange,
the best that you can give it.
You have it all,
all that you need
to make this life worth living.
Stand up again,
pick up that chin.
Now go,
and don't stop giving!"
_____________
At times like these,
I have felt peace;
been lifted from my sorrow.
I thank Him for
the sweet release....
when hope lasts through tomorrow.
*************
(not a here and now piece...)
Birthdays.
What a dubious way to celebrate the imminent proximity of an epilogue.
A concept I have found myself familiar with, as I wait for its darkness to breathe my flesh into an eternity of condemn.
It’s so monotonously profound, rousing my revulsion into a cavern of numbing ecstasy.
The hallucination of confetti blinds me in a disdain of joyous vibrancy I beseech for a defrauding.
A joyous vibrancy I elude in a hope of inevitable invasion.
A joyous vibrancy I hunt until the trail of its scorn boils with the distraught of my blood.
The mascara pours down my face; a river of infamy, coercing the heft of my obscenity.
The lipstick smears down my chin; a sadistic endeavour to ravage the dereliction of my leeches.
The highlighter gleams; a grotesque jubilation of a fibbing mockery.
And the fundamental rigour of my perished rot derides in a soul prompting conjecture;
I hope this is my last birthday.
Quotes from the 1960 movie, Pollyanna:
Pollyanna: Why don't you come out of the front door like normal people?
Jimmy: They won't let us. I can come out anytime I want with my tree.
Pollyanna: You could also fall and hurt yourself badly. You shouldn't play in trees.
Jimmy: That's stupid. Don't you believe in God?
Pollyanna
Impregnated with positivity…relishes wide toothed smile.
Lips, cherubic-pink…so courteous…chin tilted godward.
O this angelic pekingese courts the sinner for their own good.
“Impertinent child,” man, woman, and gut, clench in good grief.
The sun rises on her, never sets — vainglorious retch.
Still…crystal illumination twinkles rainbows and puppy dogs.
In the big house, rent free, Pollyanna roams the rooftop.
What - sneaking out! Can’t be. Jimmy coaxes her down the tree.
Her aunt’s an awful louse, forcing her down. Breakneck landing!
Daddy, the preacher died, leaving her legacy, unkind.
Black and white, no insight, everything will be alright - but it’s not.
A forest vigil of candlelight - flames reach to the highest height.
She does her best to tamp the flames - aims to feel sorry for herself.
Hurts worse than she can imagine…her doubts, her pride…she hides.
Yup…she has the whole town spinning…their sinning ways, trimming.
Impregnated with a gulp, this blue-eyed, bow-tied, Pollyanna.
They shut her up but good. Her goodness flew. Hit them in the pie hole.
With wicked widespread grins, they cheer the impertinent snipe.
9/24/2021
Sijo
Lift the chin, my friend.
Let the dawn break through
whatever yesterday left behind.
The path was never meant
to be clean or quiet—
it’s blood,
and gravel,
and stubborn breath.
But you’re not walking it alone.
We carry one another
in sideways glances,
in cracked smiles,
in hands we didn’t expect
to hold us.
In the eyes around you,
look again—
there’s fire there,
flickering low,
waiting for someone
to believe in it.
Speak truth,
not because it’s easy,
but because silence
is a lie that festers.
Let your voice shake—
it’s the tremble that proves
it’s real.
Every stumble is soil.
Every tear waters
what might still rise.
You’ve broken
and built back before—
you know how.
So tie your laughter
like a thread between us,
pull us in,
pull us through.
We are all chasing a tomorrow
that hasn’t promised anything.
But still we reach,
still we rise—
a bruised, beautiful chorus
becoming
what the world forgot to imagine.
I felt it like the storm
I called it my trying times
During my dying time.
In rear times.
But the moon looked at me with pity
As the Sun wished it could dry my tears
By shining so brightly.
My pain wrapped itself around me
Like a blanket around a suckling child
Without her mother.
Although the stars watched over me
But couldn’t help with an antidote
For my disease.
I slept so calmly but still dancing to
the tunes coming from the forest of
my sorrows like thorns.
I felt the hotness of those tears
As they trickle down my chin
Without permission.
With both hands I tabled my problems
To the one above, for I know the storm
Would soon be over.
I woke up today from a long ugly nap that was real
was in a horrible dentist chair, same old ridiculous feel….
whacko of a dentist had taken extra-long potty break
irritating me for I had one sister of a tooth ache
sent for his assistant who was supposed to come in
refused after she saw all the spittle slipping down my chin
floss and gums took hands and jumped out of my notorious mouth
watch out! The persistent blower said; they are heading south!
that horrible spoon thing he pushes into my gums gave a shout.
the dentist is coming! Act normal, return to the mouth!
everything on floor scurried around like a weird ugly mouse.
jumping so high back into my mouth, bringing fuzz, dust and louse.
my ugly mouth was propped open so wide I could not say one word.
I only knew that this whole dentist visit had been so absurd.
one thing I learned during my irritatingly long nap today
when the dentist steps out, my traitorous mouth wants to play
A picture speaks a thousand words
I stare at yours as my feelings go downwards
Your endearing smile or your penetrating eyes
But your pain is gone now as well as your cries
I remember your distinguished nose and your ears
But they are gone to along with your fears
I can observe your cheeks and your hair
I reminisce all of these things but to the real thing it doesn’t compare
I still recall your proud jaw line capped off with a strong chin
They were just a part of you but the best part came from within
I can look at your photograph to reflect or to see
But it doesn’t capture your love, which now resides in me
Biting on words
so hard knuckles crack;
You should have told me;
Warned me every broken verse
would be something shattering, new;
That it would be three chords and the truth;
When my thoughts close like walls
catch me, hold me, don’t let me fall;
Choking on a lump in my throat
tip my chin and say ‘No’;
Turn those eyes and throw me a rope;
Biting on honesty so hard it burns,
the melody as that record turns;
Setting me on fire and I can’t breathe,
all I want is for you to tell me
‘I’m not going anywhere’;
That it’s ok to let this song play through,
That you aren’t going to turn and go
as soon as I turn up the stereo;
Drowning in a rhythm smooth as ice;
I thought I knew, but everything I didn’t
is leaving me longing, dizzy on words;
Dizzy on three chords and the truth.
Dedicated to my friend whose husband went to heaven. When I asked her how she was, she said, “I’ll be okay, as soon as I can stop crying.”
WITH HIM
since
i’m on
the subject
of storms; women
of enormous strength
brave undertow,
ride its wave
chin up
hence
weep
until
the tears dry —
might be awhile
love need not explain
the everlast’
coat of arms
in his
smile
runs
from sea
to her knees. . .
the purest hands.
palms commune with God
who sees her life
without him.
with HIM
walks
7/23/2019
Ninette