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All reciprocal love
it's not the same ...
Feeling love,
if you can ... not
if you can is to deliver love
to whom love does not wish ...
You can, and you must
be super strong ...
If we said
the truth of reality,
few yet
would believe ...
Symptom, it's a pain
that you only sense when
feel...
Say something,
it's one thing ... to be
understood, it's another ...
Freedom is an act
to commit madness
without going insane ...
What is known,
it is not known, until
let it be said ...
There is no common way,
nor measure
that fits
to all... !
Ps quotes from these famous thinkers
rethought and complemented by me,
without however escaping from central axis ...
The Slide Ruler
As regulations rule this world from outside in and my time slowly
seeps away on this planet’s realm I gaze in awe at that once modern
instrument of calculation that dangles from the ceiling lamp in my
~ Study ~
In forward looking nostalgia my memories ambivalent a reminder of
words scripted on paper in fountain pen and blotting paper absorbing
the logic never understood derived from square rooted calculus’s incisive
~ Precision ~
I failed the examination maybe my hands were too clumsy or my mind
too entangled in quests of a different kind of looming poet trees
in onward advances flooding naive crafting knitting dreams and emotional
~ Liberation ~
I tried to run away and on track right by the start of a marathon
real and timed in a fast moving obsession I discovered my ruler sliding
into my fingers for a Euro in red plastic casing with figures organizing
~ Incomprehension ~
Metaphorical and analogue to a desire to escape from the dogma of science
eschewing the unquestioned paradigm of only one truth and one answer
only as well as the modern compulsion with bits and apps it reminds me of
~ Signposts ~
Trivial directives which lead me away and beyond of what can be counted
calculated in the hamster wheeling rat race of pretending to know
exactly what is an illusion in any case plastic or iron cased in
~ Rationalization ~
Nevertheless and because of what I could not understand with a
slide ruler and the pretence of computer colonized minds around me
I cherish not simply for all time’s sake that comprehension results from
~ Fragmentation ~
And thus found the whole kit and caboodle the complementation of
polarity synthesized opposites complemented diversity celebrated in the
festival of life and the living with brick a brack completing the meaning of
~ Life ~
24th October 2016
Old Jewelry Or Just Old Things Contest
One world in a trillion
Where everything clicked
In a Goldilocks zone
Where a switch had been flicked
Busted
Perfection soon rusted
When late party crashers
Were grab it and smashers
For eons they blended
Their world complemented
Till fresh out of college
With abundant knowledge
Busted
I’ve loved and I have lusted
I’ve taken and I’ve given
Not much to be forgiven
I never drilled for oil
But I used a small amount
So when the man says dust to dust
I hope that doesn’t count
Busted
Some plastic, some gas and inflammable stuff
So, no use in saying it wasn’t me, Guv
When I get my call from above
I’ve had my heating high
And I’ve had my water hot
I’ve left the faucet running
When I only washed a pot
Busted
That’s me done and dusted
I shall meet my creator
Through no incinerator
The mess we make as humans
Means every man’s on trust
For every year that we spend here
The more world we can bust
Busted
I’ll soon be soil encrusted
And I’d rather like to know
That the cost of me... was low
Perseverance
We’ve a signed Thomas Kinkade painting that hangs in our home
which carries the name “Perseverance”.
I t was a Christmas present from dear friends,
and many times I’ve looked at this painting and quickly
remembered the letter that complemented it, which stated,
“My prayer is that when you look at this painting… you will be reminded that no matter what you’re going through right then…that God is faithful…
and after each storm… the sun will shine again. and one of these days...THE SON...will break through those clouds in the eastern sky…
and forever… we’ll be made whole.”
This has been such a strength as God brought me through difficult situations.
It’s been a constant reminder,
That Tough Old Birds Never Give Up
Tom
Form:
Having soaked up
all her memories
whilst dancing
with the man she loved
So many nights remembered
as their souls soared up above
I complemented her red hair
rich emerald green my hue
designer elegance was I
so many compliments I drew
Throughout the years
much joy and laughter
but now I was feeling discarded
just hanging around in her wardrobe
in deepest
darkest
blackness
The only sounds I ever heard
were fluttering wings of moths
Arriving hungry every night
chomping and chewing
her clothes they did ruin
but from me ~ they did not take a bite
My fate not looking good
from conversations overheard
My swan song was for me to be
inside her coffin ~ just her and me
On entering the furnace
we would soar up to the sky
to the arms of her beloved
dancing to the end of love
Well this had been her plan
Until sweet girl Arabella
her precious granddaughter
now coming of age
One day asked my girl
could she please try me on
Now looking more positive
for my final swan song...
So surprised to be taken
back into the light
She gently unpacked me
to my utter delight
Arabella – her grandchild
was trying me on
in this emerald green dress
she shimmered
she shone
and me
~
this Emerald Green Dress
~
Well
~
I was out to impress…
Written 13th July 2019
after gifting my precious Emerald Green Dress to my granddaughter Arabella
now 18 years of age ~ and so the memories will go on…
Contest 'Brian's Choice X
Sponsor Brian Strand
HONORABLE MENTION
Do I know you?
Is the question I've been asking this old soul
Tracing some path aimlessly with no goal
Who are you?
Is the question that should have an answer
However, The wit is sometimes bewildering ending up
with disbelief
Causes rise of inhibition underneath which has no
relief
Has risen so much, making it hard to breath
There is some cognizance of the scenario which
however has gone in vain
This character is fragile which was to conceal
Because there was no point for it to reveal
Going on and on aimlessly with no goal.
Discovering paths paved by others for me
Making it hard – who to be?
It took almost everything to be molded in a fine pot
But the ordeal scratched it without giving any second
thought
There is some perpetual blackness
Which was supposedly complemented by whites
For yin and yang to exist, a fallacy, nevertheless.
Hoped virtue to prevail the inhibition
But who knew
Who knew it'd defile my ambition?
Looking for a shelter to hide all the emotion
Wondering how to put it all in a box
Going on and on aimlessly with no goal
Finally, reaching a door with exhaustion
With the urge to embrace this old soul
Finding this self-esteem starts with a frown.
And yet again going on and on aimlessly with no goal.
The first time I saw them was amazing.
Both of them had a beauty that would make my heart blush.
Like Hilton and Lohan, they had a pose that would send my heart blazing
Having a conversation with them would make my mind feel rushed.
Especially when Lan would wear a Lara Croft-style dress with flower petals.
Oh, do not be so coy, Lan. We knew that it was hot and that you wanted to capitalize on it
You had class even with flower petals.
Your face is red because you are afraid to admit it! (KISS)
Kathleen was always in a dress fitted to her form
Elegance from a pharmacist, even when the nylons were away from the March weather’s heat
Her physical beauty was matched by her internal beauty from
Her form was complemented by her taste for different cuisines, especially those with meat.
Both of them are beautiful
A sight that is viewtiful
Here I stand. Early so that its dark enough to see the pretty yellow/white shining bright from car headlights – unblinking eyes; watching, waiting, worried. Drawing ever nearer. Complemented by the burning red from the rear of the cars at the opposite end. A warning signal. A timely reminder in the hope that I might be a little kinder.
Start early but late enough so that its light enough for someone to see what im doing for im not sure if a fall will result in my ruin.
But If it so happens that I do take that long awaited plunge will it expunge all that I have done. Those ills and evils inflicted on so many people.
Of course im hoping that a fall from this here height will do me in. Or better still before my bones become acquainted with the stone; the fear itself might do me in. Yes its thoughts like this that make me think im not quite ready for deaths cold kiss. A coward jumping scared in search of an unobtainable bliss.
At times ive stood out on the edge and peered down beyond my feet, staring hard at what I see; my mind convincing me that it is more than just concrete. I jump….
Yet im still here. Stood tall, stood small. An old and ghostly owl afraid to fly for fear of the fall, a fledgling starling with a will to win; having dreamt of flying high before I spread my wings. Yet im way too weak to wet my beak. My thoughts fly wild but I can barely speak.
Here I am. The highest heights. Atop this bridge. A troubled, torn and tired kite in need of one almighty fix. A stitch. A magic needle. Sticky tape to mend my tears. To stop my tears. To blind my eyes. A superglue with flowing cape. To help me fly. To make me strong. A man of steel. To make me feel what ive not felt for way too long.
I watch the sun rising over the distant horizon. A patient ascent. Banishing the night’s last black brushstrokes swept across the sky so brazen behind my back. A whispered lament. The blinding red and yellow dimmed and soon a fading flicker trying hard to hold my eye. The sun: painting over nights bleak canvas. No task as thankless. Specks of light flicked far. A blanket over self inflicted scars.
Warm, hopeful, kind. Softly burning all the darkness from my mind.
Until next time…
She won't need those sun hats with the ribbon tied
When people complemented, she smiled wide.
Empty those cubbyholes with elegant shoes
She won't walk with them down Fifth Avenue.
We won't need her walker any more
We can dispose of her eyedrops at the drugstore
They will take the heart pills too
And the cancer drug that let life renew
Can't reuse those cutting-edge hearing aids
All those home care bills have to be paid.
Sell the recliner that helped with her spine
Because she's passed the end of the line.
Scrap her glasses and those diapers too
All those articles she wrote, who'll read them - you?
Shred the Emblem card and her driver's ID
Who needs a mundane memory?
Don't load for her the serenade podcast that's new
Now your article editing is all up to you
The sight of the stair lift hits you in your heart
How did all this help ultimately fall apart?
Won't need the Comfort Pack with morphine
They'll come to pick it up on Friday thirteen.
No more pain for her, they say its release
They say she's with dad, and both are at peace.
I just can't wipe the slate clean
I can't dispose of a memory like I can a dream
There once was a world, and now it's gone
But an echoing sadness lingers on and on.
CONVERSATIONS
suspended
hands
resting
being
a sweep
of
whispers
voices
in my mind
available
to tell
a narrative
so
strongly
felt
a monologue
put in
context
to
demonstrate
values
of ours
painful
times
structured
complemented
&
dedicated
as
someone
floating
to
influence
a
fractured
world
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.