Long Clenched Poems
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In the darkest days of indecision
I lay in my lonesomeness
dazzled by the uncertainties of my desires.
Just then
I flashed back to the sweetest memory of your smile
driving me into the coldest of sweet sensation.
The feeling in a glimpse soon found an in-depth elation,
running through my spine, that lit up a smile
spreading fast like a ripple in the deep see.
At this point, it was clear
that I had been clenched by your deepest warmth of affection
which has subdued the entirety of my indecisiveness.
Like a light bulb, illuminating a gloom,
I felt a light of strength in my heavy heart.
The smile on my face became so deep
that I felt like a throng was gazing.
The thoughts of you became a catalyst to a swift transition
from the solitude that had almost eaten deep into my mood.
Overwhelmed with joy, and in silence,
I Affirmed: " it could only be you"
I may have made wrong choices, but chosing you is the best of them,
and I will always choose you in a million time.
Do you know that I don’t need romance when I look at you,
for in your eyes, I am not searching for love stories woven in evening whispers?
Do you understand that they’ve gathered fragments of small things that bring me comfort,
and named them 'romance' against my simple and unburdened dreams?
Do you realize how my soul stirs when I see how those pure things,
my simple things, have been transformed and imprinted in our minds,
under the banner of 'romance' that does not represent me, does not define us,
like a foreign garment that does not rest well on our weary shoulders?
How do I tell you that I detest this romance, hate how labels narrow,
how people think it's the only suitable path for us?
Do you know that if it were the last label left on this vast earth,
I would tear it, trample it with fury and clenched teeth, freeing us?
How do I tell you I just want to be gentle like the morning breeze,
with you and myself, to receive your gentleness like a summer rain?
How do I show you that I just want to share my sincere kindness,
even when I am tattered and tired, to find ourselves in our simplicity?
How do I tell you I want to be a shoulder like a rock for you,
a refuge where you can shelter when the world ignites your anger and frustration?
What should I do, how should I continue with what I’ve already done, to show you without words,
have I done enough to erase your doubts and gain your acknowledgment?
In the silence between us lies the desire to simply be us,
without labels, without the pressure of expectations weighing on us,
just two souls meeting in simplicity,
for in this simplicity lies true, unburdened magic.
Why this never ending hate
Where impressionable young men swallow jaundiced bait,
To kill and maim - all in the name of their one prophet,
Unleashing burning mayhem with rocket after rocket.
Has discourse and humanity disintegrated to this point,
Where the only leaders they invariably anoint
Preach such hatred and revenge,
With glaring eyes and fingers tightly clenched.
Generations go to die leaving mother's sadly wailing,
The guns they hold no longer just for playing,
A dream of glory as yet another blessed martyr,
The sad byproduct of this never-ending intifada.
Were only calmer minds at play,
Leaders who knew the words they had to say,
To avert such bloodshed that's never a solution,
The only outcome despair and persecution.
Violence is a twin, a spawn of the same seed,
Destruction not discourse it's destiny to lead,
Strength is shown by character, tenacity and grit,
Mandela proved the adage to never ever quit.
Jews and Palestinians cousins by another name
So very different and yet so very much the same,
Two thousands years of sharing this small land,
A differing religion but surely the same band.
Enough this constant slaughter tearing families apart,
Let wiser minds prevail in making a new start,
Nothing is impossible when truth and will combine,
A path to coexistence is what each must define.
Will it be easy no, but clearly it's a must,
It starts with creating empathy and a modicum of trust,
The alternative unthinkable, impossible to bear,
As misery and death the only certainty they'll share.
You took off for Christmas and New Years Eve, and you came back high and chirpy with a rosy face looking like daisy blended with charming lips and an attitude that could pull me off the cliff. I saw you sitting there, acting as if you don’t care, you are so obsessed with the show and I have no other place to go but to sit and watch you and try to get a sensible clue from you. But the hours slip by quickly and the show ended in a jiffy leaving me high and dry with a new ambition waving in the sky.
Suddenly everything around me become obsolete but hopes catapult me to my feet, there was nothing to hold to and a sudden emptiness that I have been fighting for weeks captivate my body. I took a walk up the street hoping to find someone to lay it on, but no one was there, but the cars driving along the street they were just few but they appears to be many.
I walked into the grocery store and stood behind the door so as not to distract the customers, the shopkeeper saw me and wave to me. She forced a smile and went around the back and left me standing there looking in despair as the harshness of life has taken its tolls in the environment and everyone was paying the price.
I felt the tears springing up in my eye and suddenly I started to cry. I tried desperately to hold back the tears so as not to embarrass myself on the spot and so I suppressed the emotion. My body took on a different figure and I could feel all my joints getting stiff and so I clenched my fist and stood silently behind the door and I could hear my own heart beat racing towards the shore and my body moving to an unfamiliar rhythm. The customers come and go staring at me with budging eyes, some had no purpose there they only wanted to look at me.
I kept squeezing the tears inside hoping someone could understand how I feel and touch the pain in me. But my spirit kept draining and my heart continue to ache. I bid the shopkeeper goodbye and venture out the door stumbling on the brumby side walk until I was able to hold my grounds. I walked slowly along the path and each step that I take I could hear your voice shaking and telling me to go. I like watching the show because that’s the only time I can be with you. My hands are stiff my heart is pounding and my soul is waiting for you. Just one more day and I will board the plane and go away from this wretched place.
Written: April 27, 2025, for contest by Anoucheka Gangabissoon
Quote: "Your task is not to seek love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it." By Rumi
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When love weakens, a vacuum remains,
A canvas painted with countless shades of gray.
Laughter fades into a quiet pain,
And joy shifts into a foreboding sway.
A world of vibrant colors unfolds before you,
Yet now dull tones steal away a fading dream.
The echo of your presence hits frighteningly true,
A spectral grip, a limitless gleam.
Once filled with laughter, now it's a mournful sigh,
Craving the touch of a once-lovely grace.
My spirit shrinks and begins to softly die,
As darkness stretches across my face.
Yet a spark still flickers amid gloom,
An unknown strength; a will to rise anew.
A phoenix emerges from the grave of doom,
A reborn self, strong, courageous, and true.
Though love may have faded, a lesson shines bright;
To spot the beauty in a tightly clenched shell.
To conquer suffering, I must stand and fight,
Learning to love myself and embrace the tale to tell.
Accept the love that escaped you,
Love is not a feeling, but rather a choice.
Being able to love is even more untrue,
A strong love adorns our lives with rejoice.
Our Dear Mystic Rose
To our beloved Mystic Rose We are all by your side
When life's ocean rolls in you have to endure the tide.
You are such a Beautiful flower and beautiful person inside
If you need me friend I am here for in which to confide.
We all need friends and family in troubling times like this
I can picture you now painfully crying with clenched up fists
My shoulder is here to lean on and this I must insist
So do not fret or worry and our friendship never resist
Our prayers will come bountiful from all of us poets right here
So know that God is hearing us this fact you shouldn't fear
Stay positive and remember to believe that the end is not here
Now I will leave just for.the moment but I am always here My Dear...
bmdavey@
03/06/16
I held it like a prayer,
like something sacred,
like something that could save me.
I built my world around it,
tied my worth to its spine,
carved my name into its walls
as if that would make me belong.
And yet, here I stand,
palms open, fingers trembling,
watching it slip through—
sand through clenched fists,
water through cracked earth.
I gave it everything.
And still, I was not enough.
Still, I was the wrong hands,
the wrong shape,
the wrong name to hold something so bright.
I watch others take it with ease,
watch them bloom where I have withered,
watch them step where I have stumbled.
And I wonder if it ever loved me back,
if it ever meant to stay.
Or if I was always meant to lose it.
Meant to love it,
and fail anyway.
A Little Bird"
(Refer to= Matthew 10:29,31)
One of the first things that I hear
As dawn breaks in the eastern sky
Is a cheerful song, of a little bird
Another bleak night, it does defy
God instilled in it, the simple fact
That life and hope, still remain
A ray of sunshine, can be seen
Amid our sorrow, and our pain
The night before, the screen displayed
A clenched fist and angry eyes
As turmoil raged within the heart
Of those who voiced their battle cries
Although darkness may rule the heart
Of those who rebel against the light
In the end, victory will be sweet
We'll rejoice, that our choice was right
He who attends the funeral of a sparrow
Will not our needs forsake
When evil would engulf our land
A way of escape, He will make
I have faith that amid our trials
His love, He will always show
He'll guide us when the night is dark
"A little bird told me so"
Colan L Hiatt = 06-27-13
© All Rights Reserved
Although I seethe with fingers clenched
to silence this mad virus in my marrow,
the sight of favored quality time for siblings
gnaws this band of jealousy, untamed.
Being second or third best, rage is my ally,
igniting a fury hidden inside this chest
an expanding tremor ready to pounce back...
do you smell the pain when I reach for you?
Stop the excuse that we are many kids... liars!
As a middle child, hand-me downs are gifts;
the eldest wears silk; young Randy...leather
while I sit far off in a theater like a pile of rags.
Faking a deathly nightmare in the grim of nightfall,
Mom and Dad rush to feed my thirst for attention
and while I whisper slowly about this, my revenge;
the jaundiced ghost of abandonment is unleashed...
and they brush my hair through new moon's tint
oh full of concern...without the need to speak.
Shadow Hamilton's Contest
Through Their Eyes #2 Posted 9/9/2015
Resubmitted 8/16/2016
Another morning
Breaks in a wet and thickening
Cling of fog, gathers on leaves to load
Down and bend
Each with a growing weight,
Fastened until too heavy to hold when all
Gives way to spill and
Hammer on the roof of your world.
Inside, the air throbs. Fragile nerves
Jar with every weighted blow and cry to
Keep the light from
Leaking in between clenched lids.
Migraine !.
Nothing worse to wake to,
Or have the inflamed dregs of a dream
Pounding like a pestle in the mortar of the skull,
Quickening with every stroke and
Revved to pummel each clambering thought
Should you try
To escape the prison of your pain. And when
Unable to take anymore, you have that
Vision of a place where you would like to go, then
With your finger, marking it with a large
X on your imaginary map, hoping when
You're ready, you can blast off leaving a smouldering
Zero on the pillow where your head should be.