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they say forgive and forget
remember and hold to account
seems to be frowned upon
and memorable events take a while
to manifest digest and process
narratives change with the core
at every reason and heart
‘everything is wrong and it is all your fault
what exactly you will have to find out yourself
I will put our relationship into a drawer
and possibly open it again once you …’
have changed to her wishes?
relinquished any meaningful part in the drama?
conceded to her perfidious pantomime?
are totally broken?
‘you claimed that one cannot talk to a depressed one
but were you not projecting your discontent?’
years on the metaphorical couch
like a spider in a cobweb of distrust
attempting to just pull one string
breaking at rock bottom
with someone else throwing rocks
from a fortress of a glass house
accusations lies silence pretense of innocence
and turning children against him
he walked a difficult path
many a time running on empty
but eventually it turned out to be
the best thing that could happen
and he found new love
made peace with his offspring
invested in kindness and compassion
now lives with his lover and soulmate
chapters however can only be closed
when the epilogue has been written
when the spine of the book
stands upright in truth
for years he maintained that she
could not have done any better
did not cope with her own crisis
and he absolved her from further critique
the protagonist eventually found his voice
He has become I and I lay to rest
my memories of that evil malignant
and greedy you chose to become
it was you who tore me apart
and watched with satisfaction
when I became vulnerable and depressed
discredit where discredit is you
it is not about settling score
or spread sheets of retribution
simple honesty will do and
I don’t have to be nice
because poems understand
and refrain from judging the writer
but deep in my soul I do not care
that you have turned lonely and bitter
because while I am privy to
exquisite satisfied pleasure
you made your bed
and that is empty for a reason
trying to hack out my eyes and essence
made me spread my wings joyfully
and you are an old haggard crow
merely feeding on crumbs
05th August 2021
I said I'd bring the Brussel Sprouts.
My friend said that was fine.
But still I saw him questioning
as though I'd crossed the line.
He mentioned we had many things.
A meal for a king.
But then he said "Oh what the heck"
and on I went with zing.
I mentioned bringing cranberries.
To which he said "For beef"?
Then stated that I didn't care
and kept it just that brief.
Till finally bringing cherries up.
The Marashino kind.
Do tell; I'd brought his anger up.
He thought I'd lost my mind.
I said they're for the ice cream.
When he said "We have cake".
Then told him we could put them on
for something new to make.
He greeted me with smiling eyes.
His kitchen in a mess.
He'd cooked the meal the whole day long.
This man was meant to bless.
The table sat in waiting now.
A knife, a fork a spoon.
My friend next to the burners on
where he'd been next since noon.
We talked about the day we had.
complained of things unfair.
While turnips, carrots and potats
sat cooking on with flair.
The roast was last to finish up.
It cooked a second time.
It looked like we'd be waiting on
for pink to leave the Prime.
When finally all was ready now.
Each dish upon the table.
You couldn't have had a better spread
or find a friend more able.
The turnips shining in their juice.
The carrots basted glisten.
Potatoes mashed in pile of silk
for gravy left to Christen.
We filled our plates with everything.
Three inches piled high.
And kept them separate in their space.
Not more if we could try.
When finally it had come to change.
The cranberries coming next.
My friend conceded they taste great
with beef in it's context.
The Brussel Sprouts were perfect
as we both approved thier taste.
And ate as many with the meal
to keep them from their waste.
With everything we ate that night
included was our prayer.
For though we stuffed ourselves that night
we're thankfull to be there.
We walked it off an hour or more.
Our health in need of chance.
Returning for another round
of ice cream, cake and trance.
To which I mentioned sweetened cherries
to add a little flavor.
When placed upon the ice cream scoop
would leave us both to savor.
The meal ended with a scrape
that both our plates gave squeak.
but despite our prayer and being full
not one us could speak.
One day my dragon, discovered how to read; whomever taught him, is anyone’s guess. Once he discovered historical novels; none of us would rest. Night and day, he inhaled words; great fiction, based on fact. Then one day, our power went out; his world, it just went black.
For eight long days endured; we could hardly see but, the hardest thing to take was dragon’s anxiety. “What sort of world is this?” He shouted furiously; “where nothing works, not even lamps; oh no, I cannot read!” We tried our best to calm him; during his rants and raves; it seemed a good idea, but dragon paid no heed.
“I want my books; I have to read!” Screamed dragon, as he cried. His elephant tears soaked carpets; so great was his novel need; we tried to scrounge up candles, matches and the like; but he complained, his head, it ached, from reading in dim light.
Then he had an idea; it was a shocking fright. “My flames,” he said, “Are brighter, than any man made light.” Talk about your lead-ball-drop; our stomachs, it did pierce. “You’ll have to read out in the rain,” we warned him, “not in here.”
The idea didn’t appeal to him and so, he soon conceded; oh, we were so happy, when he did; no father warnings were needed. Then an idea bloomed in me; of which I did relay; perhaps old dragon could be appeased; by some books on tape! So, I went to gramp’s library and borrowed all I could; he loved reading like dragon; before he’d lost his sight. I must’ve pulled 500 tapes from his bookshelves of cedar wood.
Now grump’s; somewhat of a hoarder; leant me half his batteries and an ancient old tape player; dragon gave a crushing hug, when I returned home later. I spread the tapes upon the table; and dragon’s eyes grew with delight; to proportion’s that I’d never seen on him; that very night.
When power finally was restored, to our neighborhood; dragon resumed reading books; his anxiety, gone for good. I vowed that such, would never occur again and I did my research thoroughly, days on the web, I’d spend. I researched every reader; every mp3 and book; dragon was so happy with his new technology. A couple of extra batteries; I’d bought and kept recharged; for downloading stories, I bought him, a pre-paid visa card.
I was up all night, to pray that, this isn't some sort of payback
Even after letting these years pass, I'm still holding my tears back
Because all these feelings that I have, got me feeling, like I'm feeling kind of sad
Every night, I'm in the same dream, and I know I have to leave
And I know this may mean, I'll wake with a cry of sorrow, and a mad scream
Because the dream was about you and me, and I know this may seem
That I haven't drawn the line, and cut at the seam
But I'm quite keen to say, the dreams help me breathe
When I wake, I think of the stars passed my ceiling
I'm concealed and conceded to what I'm still feeling
Because to me baby your were something special
Cause lady I'd drop everything, and not look at my schedule
A feeling so sentimental, You'd settle my life which was so stressful
Now I gotta do it with a paper and pencil, I best be careful
Cause my bestie's the devil, set on a level where I'll never be successful
Cause I'm about to booze girl, and about to lose her
Cause I'll ooze out and say those wrong words, and I know it won't work
And another knowing its worth, Cause I'm intoxicated
Cause I like my songs slow, I like my drinks strong
I like my walks long, I like my lights low
And I like my nights wrong, So I'm sitting back, so I could fade away
So I'm sitting here fading as I lay awake, Sitting faded thinking about my mistakes
Now I'm fadin' in, think of what I said "We should take a break"
The look in your eyes, I seen your heart ache, I seen your legs shake
I seen that this love wasn't fake, but at that age, aren't we supposed to make mistakes?
Just to learn from one another, and I knew that's when I really loved her
Because to be with you, I'd do something insane just to see you smile
I'd rearrange the stars so it said your name, I know it's crazy strange
But in my dreams I contain no ounce of pain, it's like things remained the same
But at this pace, I should be in front of your palace, I searched the depths
I even found Atlantis, Maybe I should steal your Christmas list
And be your personal Saint Nicholas
I know it's ridiculous, but you're my beauty miss
I know this is obvious I can't hold my emotion, I'm showing my sloppiness with in this ocean
Continue to part 2.
A Comrade like Ben
A statesman like Mandela diplomatically
suspended the necessary struggle of opposites,
gummed his fragmented land together with reconciliation….
exploiters to exploited , murderers to martyrs
imperialist to invisibled indigenes
lives in Sandton and councils Bill Clinton
and Naomi Campbell on plush carpets
a sinewy activist, hard as nails, like yourself…
Ben Palmer Louw, always
cajoling
conspiring
criticizing
organising
uprising
forever
beautiful in your pregnant concern
that freedom , dignity and justice
is tangible and beautiful as black skin, kinky hair
is real when a continent’s wealth is fairly shared
is manifested when the state collapses in selfless deeds
old man Nelson turned ninety and is now a teddy
to those who feared the terrorist at forty.
He no longer speak for himself but for his party
and the party is a self-serving affair.
Pity your death at thirty-something
when Nelson started talking to his racist oppressors.
For ten years you and your young militant army
punctured holes in the racist ideology,
marched flames and thunder through townships,
died in your thousands,
stopping with blood and bones
bullets casted for centuries by the fascist
in black holes of greed and fear.
“A shame … but subversion is to blame ”
`` the defenders of law and order loudly exclaimed
“Not good for business”…the moneybags conceded
“ if Soweto bleeds , profit –rates receeds . ”
“Give black chiefs and compradors the garrotte
and stick the small change of capital under their nose .
They will throttle the radical noises at the root ”.
Wounded deeply, your rapid-firing baritone voice
still thundered on battle-fields and in halls,
urging us to destroy mental and wage slavery.
I saw you fight for freedom
the whole scorching way,
every hour of that long bloody apartheid day…
but one night
you leaped ,
proud black brother of mine,
right into the sky…
fist raised high as heaven with a two-hour smile
whispering re-assuringly “Don’t ever give up, gents…
the harder they come , the harder they fall.
See… brothers and sisters…revolution is!
In memory and respect to Ben Palmer Louw (1950-1987)a student leader of 1976 soweto insurrection
I may be small
But the Lord will make me big
He who turns a boy into a man
Magnify me
He who turns a midget into a giant
Magnify me
I may be a fool
But the Lord has made me wise
All men have two eyes
But I have three
Most men only look
But I can see
He who turns a civilian into a soldier
Magnify me
He who turns a peasant into a prince
Magnify me
I may be homeless
Wandering hopelessly in limbo
But the Lord can give me a home
He could place a castle on top of a fruitful land
And I will testify to the power of God
And I will sing to his glory
And tell the world my story
He who turned David into a king
Magnify me
He who gave power unto to Samson
Magnify me
He who operates in the air
Magnify me
You may be poor
But the Lord has not forgotten
And even if you smell like gutter
And eat food that is rotten
He who made Jaja a slave to become king
Magnify me
Because it is not by our power that we have succeeded
Foemen would have stepped on our heads
If we had conceded
He who made the universe
Oh! Magnify me
He who separated the land from water
Oh! Magnify me
He who created humanity
Oh! Magnify me
He who created the gods and angels
Oh! Magnify me
They may have technology
And the ability to create
From aeroplanes to cars
And guns that we think are great
But I have sent petitions to the highest power
He whose intelligence supersedes that of men
Oh! Magnify me
He who scientists think he does not exist
Oh! Magnify me
As I stand before you each day on the account of sin
And may your wrath not engulf us like raging fire
He who turns clay into steel
Oh! Magnify me
He who turns fire into ice
Oh! Magnify me
He who turns flesh into spirit
Oh! Magnify me
He who lays nations low
Oh! Magnify me
He who makes nations great
Oh! Magnify me
Because it is not by our power that we have succeeded
Foemen would have stepped on our heads
If we had conceded
Shine your light
And liberate us from darkness
Break the chains
Oh! Lord and the shackles on our feet
Guide us Great Sheppard to the green pastures that we eat
And save us from the lions’ mouth
Draw your sword and spear
And grab hold of your shield
Show us mercy and do not destroy what you have built
Am I smiling or accepting my sadness
Ignoring my pain or enjoying my madness
Am I not saying my words very clear
Maybe cause I have so many bullets in my ear
Let the blood flow out from my lips
Watch the hypnotising rhythm as the blood drips
From my grin the gore rains
Watch me laugh as I blow out my brains
My hands dig into my flesh
The stench smells so bitter and fresh
Ripping out my insides from me
Now my body and soul are both empty
I'm living in this timeless, mindless, self-blindness, conceded piece of ****
Watch me as I cut myself out of it
Searching my chest for a piece of me
Trying to find some humanity
Discovering I've always been heartless
It is beyond fathomless
Embrace the emotions that prove my existence
Clutch on to my suicidal persistence
Insanity can bring my comfort
Only seconds till my mind will convert
I’m living in this timeless, mindless, self-blindness, conceded piece of ****
Watch me as I cut myself out of it
Bite my lips so I taste my bitter sweet skin
I indulge in my sin
I will rip out my eyes and hold them facing my heart
I will watch myself fall apart
Prove to me that I am better off dead
Show me the beauty of dread
Let me hear the songs of anguish
I will make the light of day vanish
The void of my heart cradles my mind
A cold embrace from deep inside
Holding my hand through the road of lunacy
Guiding me to my new beautifully foul reality
To be lost is to be free
I'm lost in my mind, lost my sanity
Watch me break the remains of my body
The broken remains of me
I'm living in this timeless, mindless, self-blindness, conceded piece of ****
Watch me as I cut myself out of it
Watch as my hair bursts into flame
Observe my hands be eaten away from shame
Feel my legs as they crumble before me
Taste my exasperation sing from my bloody body
Watch my eyes roll back
Watch my body rot to black
Smell the malodorous presence that is my fading soul
Watch me smile as my body grows foul
Watch me smile, watch me burst with laughter
Watch me sing in my new body of ashes thereafter
Watch me dance in the breeze as my body fades away
Watch my hatred come back to bring the end of days
A Life Unrepressed
Lighting surges through a war of
disrespectful words, tears
descending, wet. In times of
uncertainty, an unknown sadness
is out of control, a smile, a gesture;
or fear clings to a receptive body.
Words may not bring rest or smiles,
the soul deep within knows.
There is no one that can unlock the
heart, nothing that can be said or felt.
Thoughts, do not reveal or conceal,
disguise the lack of sympathy, place
blame and criticize. Alienate the
voice, if only for one moment feel free.
Fate, possession, strife, and life.
The genuine self, forced to obey,
despite and un-regarded life blind
to the hurt of others will embed hate
eternally. The knowledge of life fire
and force, walking down a rough path;
deep pain. No spirit, hate has the
power to control, nameless feelings
that have conceded to a life unrepressed.
Speak and act so no one will know
hidden damage floating down to the
soul. The hidden self, inward strife and
following demands; in return, a thousand
nothings, all-miraculously give power.
Hide in the depths of the soul; echo
speaks of pain. Lackluster eyes stare,
glare, and the words unspoken deafening
creating fear.
A bolt of tones, frightening, is piercing
ears. No feeling stirs, the heart laid plain,
unaware of a life winding down, no
meadows of flowers, no sun, no breeze,
and the madness is elusive to all. No
feeling, no respite. In quietness, the war
of mocking words; the tears, the sadness.
The thoughts of the sea, the crashing
waves; soul and spirit sinking within its
wet madness and always stay, stay, and
stay.
Too late, love revealed itself in death,
and the heart has nothing to say. Living
and moving in disguises, alien, until the
end. Life had nothing to possess, strife,
identity. Blind, uncertainty, life no fire or
restlessness, a thirst for the mystery of it
all, nameless feelings lived in vain. The l
oss, the heart lay open for all to see, the
hurt hidden twisted among the rubble of
pain. Yet, after all that, there is tomorrow.
©2021.elizabethannjohnsonmurphree
[Contains - for effect - deliberate miss-spelling
and bad grammar]
That old pirate cave was a tourist attraction
The guide was in period dress
In old pirate garb and a well practiced script
This tale he would tell to impress…
*
“Rob ‘The Rum’ was often glum
It’s how the grog would make him
And spiteful too, with things he’d do
And kids would go home shaking
He’d scare with ‘pirate antics’ boasts
And frighten them with tales of ghosts
Until one day they all fled, crying
But horses hooves left six there, dying
At threat of the noose they told him deny
the stories he’d told and that ghosts were a lie
At last he conceded, then lost and dejected
said, ‘There ain’t no ghosts, I stand here corrected.’
But justice it seems weren’t too fair in them days
So though he concurred he was hanged anyways
But maybe his God tried to save that old sot
For his neck never broke with the slip of the knot
And so with legs kickin like some headless chicken
He begged and he pleaded to be cutted down
And folk turned away but one heard him say
‘My ghost shall forever lay waste to this town.’
And even today there’s people what say
They’ve seen old Rob here in his cave
I do not deceive and you should believe
That you’re either you’re stupid or brave.”
*
Then outside the cave into which they were crammed
A loud banging sound as a car door slammed
Every head turned to see what went on
And the Pirate announced it was time he was gone
An angry, but tatty, faux pirate, appeared
In fancy dress clothes and a clearly fake beard
At first he said nothing, his face wore a sneer
And then he yelled, “How did you lot get in here?”
One visitor said, “Yer man let us in,
the one with ugly great scar on his chin.”
The faux pirate said “It’s a slack time of year
It’s the middle of winter… there’s only me here.”
He turned to the clatter of horses on cobbles
And fled when he had an attack of the wobbles
And a voice, just an echo announced to the party
“You do know there ain’t any ghosts…
Me hearty.”
9 January 2022
Contest: A Ghost Story
Sponsor: Angela Tune
So exciting, I'm next, I'm next
My turn up to swing, make that bat sing
Don't think it gets any better than that
Your chance at a home run to bring
Oh No, they're switching pitchers
She must be that NEW girl at school
I have no conception or Clue... of her technique
Wonder if those well defined muscular arms
are any indication... That little girl don't appear weak
Silently sweating in the dug out,
listening to all my peers frantically shout,
"That girls throw is like a tornado invader,
It's been told she clocks off all the radar!"
Her last season was historically undefeated
All the batters were left feeling depleted
Every rival team ultimately conceded
I'm starting to feel a 'lil cheated
"You there, Your UP", shouts the ump
"Make sure to secure your Cup
as you approach the mound,
been told this little girls throw is faster
than the speed of sound,
"She'll leave you writhing
in awful pain upon the ground!"
The catchers mask is fastened in place
Perspiration beads break out on my face
My team mates expect me to place
How can I lose to a girl, with grace
I'll never be able to show my face
"Play Ball", is called, "Strike One"
This suddenly doesn't feel like fun
Muffled shouts within the crowd
"You suck", is all I hear quite Loud
Her team cheers effervescently proud
In a split second, Whiz," Strike Two"
Our catcher falls back from the thrust
Up in the air is his shoe, pretty sure I am threw
If I don't hit the next one, it's a definite bust
I think I even heard my grandmother cuss
This last shot at bat will determine the game
The scores are tied, no innings remain
My palms are sweaty upon the bat as I get ready
Oddly, I think that girl is pretty, as I hold my bat steady
As the crowd is chanting, my breath heavily panting
In the fastest whoosh I've ever Seen,
" Strike Three"
That pretty girl is now The towns Baseball Queen
Yup, So it's a tie, and I'm not exactly sure why
But at the pizza party tonight that shall follow
After a big gulp and unusual pride swallow
I'm gonna ask that pretty girl to Marry Me !