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The lovely view from my wicker chair
As crows caw spring is here
And wispy clouds parade on blue
Buzzards soar without fear
Scenes so peaceful express
Times filled with much happiness
Winter a diminished thing
Unfulfilled dreams scantiness
The Star Magnolia's buds swell, wait
Open at a later date
Nature knows what to do when
Love comes and brings its fate
Nature could have locked a door tight
Held it closed for awhile
Given change opportunity
Even closed a turnstile
Events opened the pasture gate
Wide was the gap entered
Washed away the lucious pasture
Hard the red ground rendered
Decisions made in the warm spring
Render fat or its lack
Youth should search for the hightest goals
Winter's cold then won't smack
Many roads or pathways exposed
Once taken closes doors
Another opens for one's good
If evil path ignores
Written: January 17, 2017
Contest: How Long Can Poems Go?
Sponsor: Jamie Pan
Just a little life review out on the porch..Each time a person chooses a door in their life that door is partially to completely closed behind them but other doors open on down the road..Like if one wants a college education but decides to get married right out of high school then there is a pregnancy, etc..That door to college might be closed forever but then it is possible that it could open again in the future..A person can accomplish much if they set their mind to doing something special with their life..
In twilight halls, I wander, lost amidst the masquerade,
A lone soul unmasked, amidst a sea of painted shades.
They don their facades, a suffocating uniformity,
While I, a chameleon, harbor multitudes, a chaotic symphony.
My essence shifts, a mercurial tide,
Humble servant, raging beast, side by side.
Through labyrinthine corridors, I weave and stray,
A stranger in each room, yet belonging nowhere, lost in gray.
Then, I beheld her – a fleeting glimpse of truth,
A visage unadorned, a moment's vulnerable youth.
My heart, a traitor, whispered sweet deceit,
"This is the one, the soulmate, the key to my crumbling seat."
But hers was a beauty, veiled, invisible to the eye,
A masterpiece of malice, hidden beneath a saintly guise.
She struck, a viper's kiss, a whispered promise of despair,
And I, a willing captive, still believed in love's sweet air.
The arrow's fiery tip, a burning, searing pain,
I smiled, a final taunt, as darkness closed, a suffocating rain.
In death's threshold, I saw her, transfigured, revealed,
The angel of my demise, Masked Malice, my heart's fatal yield.
At the centre of the sea
A calm a quiet a still
All commotions at bay
There we us lay
Just you and me
At the centre of the sea
At the centre of the sea
No greed no malice
No need of outward polish
No call for any police
Just seated face to face
Turquoise thoughts of grace
Just you and me
At the centre of the sea
No noise no commotion
Despite the waves of ocean
No convulsive motion
Just hearty devotion
Pink tulips of emotion
No sales promotion
Just a tiny transaction
Of purple peace and bliss
Eyes closed a kiss
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September 2, 2019
Silence Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Silent One
My name is James, born 1961
In Inverness, a small Scots town
To my father Andrew, and my mother Beryl
And Billy my brother, a pair of devils
In 67, we woke one night
Our house was ablaze, full of orange light
Our neighbour next door, for whatever reason
Started a fire, it must be crazy season
We had too move to a caravan park
By this time it,s three, to make a new start
My mother Beryl decide to leave
But the three of us left, never bothered to grieve
In the next few weeks, we ended in court
Two small children, in a marriage abort
We were asked to choose either Dad or Mum
But we ignored the parent, who went on the run
As we left the court, to start a new life
We felt sorry for Dad, as his illness was rife
He never told us that he was unwell
It would upset one of his boys, as the future will tell
Then came the night all parents dread;
Being told one of his boys is nearly dead
We were going to a boys club, on a Monday night
My brother was running so far out of sight
I turned the corner to see him ahead
No!! he's been hit by a van, Boom's Boom's dead
I ran to my father, sreaming and crying
I'm finding my life,at 7 - far too trying
After the funeral, and with my father unwell
We left Inverness, our eyes a swell
To go as two, and not three as before
It's like Mother Nature closed a door
So we headed west, to a place called Fort William
Was it in the stars, cause Billy " is " William
We moved there, as the air was so pure
Hoping my father will find his cure
For whatever reason, we left the above
We found no Angel or peaceful dove
So we headed back to Inverness
Fathers health decreasing, life still a stress
Over the next few years, i was fostered and loaned
In couples houses and children's homes
It was really strange in all those places
Different people, different faces
Then on the 16th of Feb - 76,
James, i was told, your dads very sick.
The cancer had taken your father away
To be with Billy, where you'll join them one day
In 77, i joined the Navy, as i promised my dad you see.
I did'nt enjoy it, i decided to leave
Back up north, where my futures to be
I wanted to have, what my parents had lost
And that was my aim, no matter the cost
see page 2 of 2, ty..
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/me.php
I don't want to run and hide
From these feelings way inside
That's been shut and closed a while
Emotions were not my style
Anger hurt and revenge
Never made me break or bend
Joy caring and happiness
I never really got to miss
I was always cold as stone
Being on my very own
Feelings never seen or heard
Others tried but never lured
Me into showing any
Even though I had plenty
That built up not getting loose
You planned out a sneaky ruse
Making emotions explode
My heart can no longer hold
All these feelings of love in
My life will finally begin
Slowly and gradually
You have set me free
Being alone for so long
Always acting very strong
Never realizing there was more
Now I just want to explore
All the mixed up things I've hid
No more putting a tight lid
On emotions never felt
You came along with the help
I needed to feel the touch
Of the love I've missed so much
The piano tuner
there used to be a greengrocer on the ground floor
except for potatoes, there was not much call for
another vegetable, the shop closed a piano tuner rented
the space and partly white-washed the windows
he didn't like to be seen by passers-by
I sat on the gate into our yard pretending to be a cowboy
when he asked me to help him in the shop, yes, I was glad
to help got boring being a cowboy
He sat me on a piano stool, opened up my fly, began
playing with my innocent , with his right hand he
wanked himself, I was too petrified in fear I didn't
run away; when he ejaculated, he dried himself with a hanky
in his pocket and, in a brusque manner, told me to leave
Outside, it took me a while to realize this man was a pig
but I was too ashamed to tell anyone and instead went
up to our flat opened a book by Robert Louis Stevenson
and began reading about islands and bright light
"Flowers fade and decay through wintry hours- waiting for rebirth."
~Constance La France
A quiet forest, once so green,
Where summer's vibrant light was seen,
While passing beneath a mistiness deep,
While soil matters here, keep.
The crisped air cools the fragile leaf,
A downhearted farewell was brief,
Freed from overladen boughs, high and tall,
Answering the last call.
The old-aged roots hold fast and tight,
To linger through the dark of night,
They sense the tremble of impacted ground,
Where sleeping seeds are found.
Then cracks surface on winter's face,
A thinning from the sun's embrace,
A snail-like awakening, soft and new,
As warmth heals what's gone through.
A tiny shoot, a newborn green,
The first small sign of what has been,
A pattern has closed, a promise well kept,
Life grows where essence slept.
Life’s journey starts with morning light,
With cries and whispers, small and bright.
Each step we take, a breath we give,
In patterns woven, learn to live.
The spring of youth, so full of bloom,
With laughter echoing in each room.
The world’s a stage, a grand display,
With dreams and hopes in bright array.
Through summer’s heat, we forge our path,
With love and loss, with joy and wrath.
We chase the sun, we scale the heights,
We bask in days and cherish nights.
But autumn calls with hues of gold,
With stories shared and hands to hold.
Our pace slows down, our vision clear,
The end draws near, yet we don’t fear.
Winter whispers in the cold,
With tales of time and growing old.
The snowflakes fall, a gentle breath,
A solemn dance, the path to death.
And so we walk from birth to end,
A circle closed, a life to spend.
The path of life, a fleeting breath,
And at its end, the peace of death.
For in the stillness, silence deep,
A promise kept, a final sleep.
The path of life, with joy and strife,
And death, the end of precious life.
CURTAINS
Setting: A couple in their bedroom.
Characters:
Wife: Innocent and simpering. Dressed to kill.
Husband: Severe. Soberly dressed.
Dialogue:
Husband: What is that you are wearing my dear?
It looks like your mother’s curtains I fear.
Wife: The boutique was closed; a bit of a bind.
So I had make do with what I could find.
Husband: I suppose that’s what’s known as window dressing.
Wife: Oh Darling, I find that pun quite depressing.
Husband: Far more depressing for your dear Mama,
When she finds out where her curtains are.
Wife: Do you like the net curtains I’ve used as a veil?
Husband: Well … you might have removed the curtain rail.
I foresee a problem you’ve not catered for.
With that in you’ll never get through the door.
Wife: Oh yes. An oversight of mine
That calls for a little re-design.
Husband: That’s all very well, but I’m still quite appalled
And insist the curtains are re-installed.
Wife: I thought you would fancy me in these.
(Seductively) You can open the curtains whenever you please.
Husband: I walked past your mother’s bedroom tonight
And saw her undressed; a ghastly sight.
Wife: Oh … I see what you mean.
That’s quite obscene
Husband: If you didn't remove the track,
I think you'd better put them back
Epilogue An open and shut case
The Bottomless Mirror
How many times I search for you, the night pours through me like hot tar,
And my dream shatters into thousands of shards of broken light,
I sink into the water of my thoughts like an ocean without a star,
And time sits on my shoulders like a bird that sings through night.
How many times the morning comes in white and swallows me inside,
I feel our love is an abyss with flowers made of burning ember,
I bind myself to your shadow like the moon to the heavy tide,
And I cry with my eyes closed — a cry of glass, mute and without surrender.
How many times I drown in you, the sky runs through my fingers like a stream,
You are the magic labyrinth where I wander with a hollow soul,
The days without you are compared to branches frozen in a dream,
And I struggle inside myself like a butterfly trapped beneath a bell of coal.
How many times I tried to speak and the words dissolved like wax,
Our love is a cathedral burned in a rain of phosphor and despair,
Your thought carries me through myself down bitter, winding tracks,
And my soul is full of you, written in an ink of echoes in the air.
How many times I said nothing and the silence ate me from within,
I wrote your name on water with a finger made of fading light,
You are all I have and all I lose — a melancholy fire burning thin,
And I find myself in you, a blank page, always rewritten, never sealed from sight.