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LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT
We had
met and conversed,
a rapport on first sight-
a chance meeting to a life's time
delight
that
Summer
evening silken,
long..an encounter of
initiations together
explored
as
Desire
welled within-
words became a promise
so sublime,to love now and for
all time.
MY FONDEST MEMORY
My love
Beguiled me,with
Soft sensuous lips,sleek
Long thighs with rounded hips,twinned heart's
Enlaced
with
Eyes closed
As lips caressed,
Mouths joined,impassioned
Tongues explore,in our love's embrace,
Time-framed
in the
The warmth
Of love's invite
Encompassed my desire,
In two soft whispered words of love,
Be mine !
NATURE
Long days
Of August sun
Where nature blinks and shrinks
The dying grass,yellowed in sleep-
Held fast
as
Oat grass
Tinted old gold
Shimmers on tall green stems;
On a clear warm light of evening sun-
Back-lit
the
Brimstone
Awakens,then
From each flower hovers
On the drying wind of the breeze-
Sun-lit.
KIN
So sad
full of care
the face of nan,
life,lines her beauty
so fair-
this girl
full of care,
this face of love
'cross memmory's chasm
I stare,
so sad-
youthfulness
we could not share
apart by kin's time-line
divide
"Dedicated to all Grand-mothers everywhere
I don't regret anything that's happened between us
every moment we shared with
laughter, sadness and frustration
Oh how every moment was spent so lovely
I'll have these memories to cherish forever
As they will always be carried with me
I wasn't innocent to believe that this was a forever thing
I was probably the most stubborn person you've met
but you'd shut me up and shower me with kisses reminding me that the end never mattered
Your love taught me a lot
You introduced me to new music, new foods and different perspectives
I'll never forget how you liked your food separated on your plate
because the idea of your food touching drove you insane
you didn't have any OCD problem you were just weird like that
I'll never forget your huge obsession with Pokémon
You drove me so insane with that and I still couldn't quite grasp how to play
Our first date how we conversed for what felt like hours in that pizzeria downtown
That place will always leave a nostalgic feeling
I know I'll have plenty of lovers but you'll always be my first love
My first real heartbreak
You showed me one single person can make you feel
Red, blue,purple and all the other colors at once
I just want to say thank you for the wonderful experience
For it was all worth it
ashes to ground ashes
dust to biting dust
birth to surrender
no phoenix
just crumbled trenches
no cross on the grave
blink of an eye
kissed amulet
steel for the battle
until last drop of blood
he held onto a prayer
clutched his weapon
when they broke his dog tag into two pieces
before snowfall covered his belligerent tracks
two halves conversed and confirmed the fact
that he should only live ‘until death do us part’
permafrost unforgiving
cold wars heating up
same message same fate
in the name of Father Son and Russian winter
an Unholy Spirit had taken charge of the battle
Stalingrad ... a footnote of history and tank chains
when spring came the steppe emerged unchanged
21st May 2020
marvelous, they burst.
we are immersed in the fun.
our conjugal thirst,
meeting of the minds, rehearsed.
spectacular spectators traversed
over many July holidays. some, coerced.
delightful, at first being honeymooners.
with three kids, became submersed. the work!
happiness interspersed.
in the end it is all good at the worst,
because we are not dead. we are living not cursed.
though dealing with quite a few of an outburst -
which one of us hasn’t blown our top, had a cloudburst!
we are nursed by the fireworks,
thoroughly conversed quiet now, except for oohs and ahhs.
magic of memories, well versed.
7/1/2023
He talked and talked,
gig talker,
on and on.
Didn’t hear about Julie’s love for Gordon and Jilted John.
Conversed selfishly throughout the Buzzcocks explaining Why it had gone wrong.
Missed Shelley’s quips,
Missed all the song.
Held a debate through The Bunnymen’s Ocean rain.
A heated discussion missing how The Cure were Jumping on someone else’s train.
An absolute pain.
Didn’t take the hint from a backward glance as Kraftwerk rode mountain passes on the tour de France and the Ramones asked if we wanted to dance.
Chattered incessantly whilst the Stranglers hung around and ruined tomorrow’s parties enraging Nico and Velvet underground.
Too loud.
Prattled away as Joy Division played,
killing the Atmosphere.
Morrissey pleaded Please please please but he still didn’t hear.
Bad gig combination Charlie and beer.
To cap it off on his way home,gabbling into his mobile phone, the irony wasn’t lost on us. He never heard it coming, the night bus.
Hit him square,his brand new Primark Nirvana t shirt matted with blood and hair.
(Sing)
“Keep you mind on your driving
Keep you hands on the wheel
Keep your snoopy eyes on the road ahead.“
Should’ve f***ing listened.
(Author’s note: This poem is a humorous look at how the pandemic changed our technology, our relationships, and maybe even our spiritual quests.)
God’s on Mute
By Mark D. Stucky
We forgot how to talk
during the pandemic.
Glitches often bedeviled us,
and we erratically conversed.
Technology was cursed
but also godsent.
We had to learn new words
and new meanings of words
when Zoom burst from obscurity
to overnight ubiquity,
helping to (almost) satisfy
our lonely souls inside.
And now I want to Zoom with God,
typing questions in the chat box
because He seems to be on mute
and His camera is turned off.
But I want to see the face of God
and take screen selfies of Him with me
to start a Facebook killer meme
and blow up Instagram and Twitter.
Pray tell where I can find and click
a divine invitation link!
(First published with the title “On Mute” in Bearings Online, 30 Nov. 2022. See also my poems “Missing: God Incarnate,” “The Ascension (with Rewrites),” and “God Around the Corner.”)
(Photo by Chris Montgomery on Unsplash.com.)
There was a fool who thought that he could use
reverse psychology on his girlfriend.
He started complimenting all her shoes.
In truth, he hoped her shoe-shopping would end.
She bought more! Then he said about her face
he liked her lashes false and lips bright red.
Her makeup habits he could not erase.
Cosmetics brighter she just bought instead.
He told her that he did not mind if she
conversed more with his best friend when really
it made him very jealous just to see
her with another guy. He felt silly
to hear, “I think you care not what I do.
It’s boring. For your friend I’m leaving you.”
Floating sea wood conversed in spiritual cohesion,
Perpetual crashing, acting upon the washing tide
Lodged between the living ocean and the static rock
Forgotten at mercy to the fate of a hand
Or the changing current of its aggressive bed
What origin of this journey would be known?
What pains or needs could be heard?
How far will it go until the branch is settled in its crying peace?
Will it be dried from its suffering and adorned by the sun with its comforting heat
Or saturated further and broken that its offspring may fall victim to the same destiny
Bobbing in this involuntary tragedy, alone separated and embraced by the eye of the blind
Staring at the rugged coastline stiff and shocked by the awe of such new findings
And little does all else know that every piece every part molecule of everything
Is all as one and all as nothing.
He wasn’t a regular customer…at least I hadn’t seen him here before.
The store was empty, save for me, when he walked in through the door.
He purchased a couple books but instead of taking them and walking…he looked me in the eyes…and then he started talking.
It was a free association of his thoughts…from one subject to another he would hop…and there was a time, I’m sorry to admit, when I wished for him to stop.
But I felt bad for thinking that…so I whisked that thought away…and I began to actively listen…to what he had to say.
Once that initial negative feeling I was able to reverse…I learned a lot about this young man in the hour we conversed.
I learned how old he was…about his family…and the reason he purchased his two books…It’s because he’s living on his own now and he wants to teach himself to cook.
I learned about the food he likes…how he’s really into spices…And now that he’s buying his own food…how he’s amazed at the high prices.
I learned about his job…where he goes to work each day…and amidst this plethora of information he was sharing…I learned his father had recently passed away.
It was here, for me, the pieces fell into place…all the clues were there….all the reasons…he was so willing, with me, to share.
All the stories of his family…of his mom (also passed) and his dad…
He was a just little lonely…and he was just a little sad.
And in our moment of time together…in this uninhabited space
I found myself not only listening to his words but watching the expressions on his face…
And realizing, once again…not knowing what’s around the bend tomorrow….there is no substitute for joy in life…and there is no cure for sorrow.
And I was glad I chose to listen…glad he walked in through my door…
And glad that when he left…we were not strangers anymore.
It was wrong to fall for her,
tall girl with curls cascading free,
bright as a calm and peaceful dawn,
soft curves — a poem without lines to see.
It was wrong to fall for her,
girl with a smile that soothes all pain,
sweet lips of a kiss that keeps its watch,
tender mystery that love explains.
It was wrong to fall for her…
It was wrong — and still it echoes in me,
from two thousand and seventeen to eternity,
a decade of love held in silence deep,
where I wept profoundly… too spent to breathe.
To love alone — what bitter sentence to bear,
a heart that insists, yet cannot let go,
a sweet mistake that turned into a wound,
for giving everything… to one who didn't want me so.
It was wrong to fall for her,
who touched my soul without permission given,
made of feeling a beautiful flame,
yet denied an answer to the heart I'd driven.
It was wrong… it was ruin dressed as light,
a sin that hope itself would dare to seduce,
it stole my peace and brought the dark of night,
made of my nights an endless prison of no use.
I soaked my bed with silent, unshed tears,
conversed with pains that no one ever heard,
and in my solitude I made my home,
inside a story poorly closed, deferred.
But today…
today I open the chambers of my chest,
I let the pain go, I undo the knot,
I sweep away the illusion that held me bound,
and I free the love that was never mine to have got.
I paid the price of my liberation,
with tears, with silence, and resignation,
I served the sentence of loving with no return,
and even so… I carry no abandonment to mourn.
Because even in pain there is a lesson learned:
I loved with truth, with full devotion's art,
and even without being loved in return, I found —
that loving also means knowing to depart.
And with a lighter heart, at last,
among the scars that speak on my behalf,
I raise my voice without denial's claim:
It was wrong to fall for her…
but it was human —
and it made me who I am today.