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“Excuse me.” The young boy said to the poet, “If you don’t mind me asking…where do you find your words?”
The old poet smiled at the young boy…”Sometimes…” she said, “they’re in the voices of the birds.”
“Sometimes they’re with my friends and family…sometimes on strangers in a crowd…sometimes they rise up with the morning sun…sometimes they’re drifting on a cloud.”
“Sometimes they’re on a ladybug, a butterfly…or a bee…sometimes they’re floating on the breeze…sometimes they’re high up in a tree.”
“Sometimes they fall with the leaves in Autumn…sometimes with the Spring flowers they seem to grow…Sometimes they’re stretched out on a sandy beach…sometimes they’re playing in the snow.”
“Sometimes they’re on the wings of love…Sometimes on the shoulders of pleasure or pain…sometimes they’re left behind by some animal…sometimes they fall from the sky with the rain.”
“Sometimes they crawl out of the forest…sometimes out of the darkness…they emerge…sometimes they run so fast I have trouble keeping up…as out of the ocean waves…they surge.”
“You ask where I find my words.” She said smiling at the young boy, “I hope by now you see…I do not find the words I write…they find their way to me.”
In my family garden, there grows a lovely rose.
A beautiful blossom who helps rid me of my woes.
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I dedicate these couplets to my sister, Frances Rose.
Dearest Sister, Fran,
As children, it was you and me. We only had each other.
Never really felt a connection with our older brother.
Younger than I, by little more than just a year,
you're always there to comfort me in my times of fear.
With my marriage at its end, I was filled with sorrow,
You came to me and said, "I've a shoulder you can borrow."
You rescued me, when in the night 'he' broke my hand.
You are my cool water when I cross the desert sand.
Without you by my side I would have fallen apart.
You held me close when you saw the condition of my heart.
I'm the big sister who should be looking after you,
but you wear the angel wings when I'm feeling blue.
You never make me feel ashamed by saying, "I told you so."
So I'm writing you this couplet poem just so you'll know.
No matter how many times I stumble and I fall,
you bend and pick me up so I never have to crawl.
You are my umbrella when the rain pours down,
my fairy godmother when I'm in need of a gown.
You are my life raft when in the sea I flounder.
You reason with me until my mind is sounder.
You are my protector from those who lie,
Give me strength when our loved ones die.
When others turn their backs and don't seem to care
I know you'll be at my side. You've always been there.
You dry my tears and then bring me to laughter.
And for all you do, I'll be grateful forever after.
If I ask you to do me a favor,
You smile and say, "Sure, what flavor?'
Much more than just a friend...that's a sad cliché.
There is only one more thing that I have to say.
Because you're the only one who has ever really understood,
I love you far beyond the sharing of our beautiful sisterhood.
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Lin Lane ~ December 18th 2015
Sibling Contest ~ Eve Roper
i'll be waiting for you on friendly hill with no friends ill be sitting down in lonesome town waitin for
thee end.memories tell me what's this all about i dont want to hear you shout i don't want to see you pout againbut the truth is were stuck together even when i dont feel better having you around but its ok to start over when i hear the sound bell strikes 12 no one can take u away from me again i'd been prescribed two Because they said i dont know what to do when i cant hear you but even when i dont i can find the antidote behind the wall i hear you call i see you crawl back into my head i know your there but they dont care they think im better off dead now i must atone for you are what caused the dread of the dead of those who died deaf but surly you can change their mind beacuased the reasons of such love should not be a crime when somone of ur worth understated by divined
when you walk by… my soldiers stay in line that any king’s kingdom heart would give up their reign as riegn for sweet grapethee vine for you are true and they strip the good of this world and i did to when i took the blade in my hand and saw myself in that man or so they say he was but i know the truth but i am here but I. AM. here…. here i stand, but does he? everything that led to this moment was blamed on me because i stayed alive but was it me or the other guy they say im lonely that no one in this world would claim to even acknowledge my presence but as they say evil i consume as it consumes me im glad ur here that is the greatest present…
I know soon your time will run out, meries of my memories will soon come in till the morning i hoped you’ll be with me because unlike the high fives you gave thell leave me hanging over the river were we used to meet when i told you the stories of my fathers abuse and my mothers cold feet. dead or alive i live this asylum i can only belive in fatalism because no optimistic belief can allow me to leave a place that is both in and outside my mind that even metaphorical happy thoughts fear to reside that sometimes i dont know whats a lie weather it came from me or someone else was it an asylum or was it a prison did they want to help me did i kill him was it a drug or was it a drink does it matter what i think could this OR WOULD THIS world just be a dream.
You've made me feel
weak
Pathetic
Small
You've made me feel
Inadequate
Shameful
unloveable
And raw
You halted my dance
And forced me to crawl
You taught me true fear
I'll never trust anyone
Ever
Not at all
You've fed me to the wolves
And left me to rot
Berated my name
And proved im easily forgot
You've made me feel
Jealous
Sad
Enraged
You've made me feel
Vacant
Hungry
And caged
Even with walls already built
From deep within me
you stole
My hopes and my dreams
My chance
At ever being whole
left bewildered and broken
Sunken and cold
Questioning How to protect
What is left
of my soul
I, Squirrel, now await the coming Spring;
as the ground thaws, my hunt for nuts begins.
To life's sweet treasures, happily, I cling;
from Spring, through Summer, Fall- survival wins.
Now, Winter's cold- the ground is frozen tight;
those nuts I buried- nowhere to be found.
So hard to shelter from the wind at night;
inside a hollow tree trunk, I stay bound.
I know Spring's coming- feel it getting close;
the days- becoming longer, slow but sure.
But, I dismiss the cons and choose my pros;
for now, to feed my hunger- there's a cure.
I found a see-thru house where birds can feed
and figured out a plan- help me survive.
It's suctioned to a window, but with speed,
I jump up high, then crawl within- and thrive!
They watch me by the window from inside
Somehow, I know that I am safe and spared.
I think they smile since I am long and wide-
yet, squeeze inside the feeder, unimpaired!
I know Spring's coming- feel it in the air
Winter is not forever- it will pass.
For now, I take my pros and say a prayer;
rebirth of Spring will bring me greener grass.
January 20, 2023
Contest: Winter Is Not Forever
Sponsor: BJ Legros Kelly
Required Theme:
"A poem on the theme of 'Winter is not Forever'-
a sweet look at the hope of Spring from
an animal's point of view."
you crawl the wicked shoreline
looking to begin
in sea-snail-soft surrender
curled on fours ~
courting the soprano’s sorcery
while skin of sky remains
chained to the esoteric externa
aching amidst love’s veins
caressing the curvaceous
corners ~ my clawed constant,
O perfect panacea
the pulse that throbs
in sync with
sage thunder ~
write to my soul
speak to the inner sibyl
tell my quiescent quill ~
I am right
you belong to the
deep prophetess poetry
of my heart tonight
reveal
the life-lane
receive
the addictive potion …
I know the tantalizing
terminology ~
the art of romanticizing rain
to tranquilize the fears
between petal-kohl clouds
turning vulnerability into
verses voluptuous
for I face the
heat of saffron stars
like a black dahlia
longing to be traced
without a word
to be learned as the
law of arced lines
I shall crown you king
in valleys of vibrance
where vines harmonize
my silhouette’s silence
igniting twilight limbs
pleading to obey
the river’s rhythm ~
fingers f l o w i n g
into warm interstellar field ~
trust, flagged and inked
like vertical vibratos …
Sitting in the corner watching ripples in my beer
I blink away the wetness but those ripples reappear
This used to be our corner and my grin was ear to ear
But now I sit alone here watching ripples in my beer
Was it careful scheming, did it happen on a whim
And if it had to happen did it have to be with him
My trusted wife and one true friend; our little group drank here
But now it’s only me that sees the ripples in my beer
A microwave, a meal for one, an armchair for a bed
Cannot entice me from this place I now call home instead
I should confront the barman for he still puts three seats here
But I don’t wish to advertise the ripples in my beer
I know I must accept that soon they’ll tell me I must leave
The world will not adjust its diary just cos people grieve
Thankfully the place I once called home is fairly near
So I’ll spend these last moments watching ripples in my beer
I’ll slump into my armchair once I’ve laid her supper out
And dream that I awake to hear her footsteps move about
I know I’m slightly squiffy but my insight now is clear
If I drink up there won’t be any ripples in my beer
My wife can take that slimy toad and crawl under a log
They can have each other if they just return my dog
My sidekick and my kemosabe, she was ever near
Without my dog here at my feet, there’s ripples in my beer.
When the owls are out of town
his studded boots
kick-up featherless hoots
from struts, studs and props.
He is the creak and groan of tired wood,
the cough and splutter of the A/C.
yet he is more;
all inexplicable noises belong to him.
He owns each nook and cranny
rents out crawls-spaces
to those that crawl.
I hear him stumble
bent between the rafters
of starless nights,
hear him wheeze through
long unheeded chores.
A maintenance ghost
tweaking blue-collar moons
grumbling as he bends over a beer belly
testing pipes
while dropping well-used tools.
He is that unseen plumber
who rattles arcane engineering
still working his shift,
a tinker of loose screws and
shaky valves.
He's night noise hard at work
plugging leaks
between colliding worlds.
Drag along the prophet?
Oracle, break the grip.
Tools of iron and Tophet!
Let the heavens rip!
Flippered horrors on the crawl?
Subterranean tour.
High hells? Hand in overhaul.
Liquid has its lure.
Dour the towers in late spring?
Rim of crater wide.
Drench the world, O undying!
Ocean, loose thy tide!
Grim the gambrel gangrel?
Volcano, downward run.
Belladonna, bell and spell!
Young and yellow dun.
Coals a-glow, infernal life?
Dance upon my knife!
Demon-sultan, play thy fife.
Rampant round and rife...
Strife, goals. Remotest controls?
Lost as ancient souls.
Broken, are ye, golden bowls?
Doldrums, dole and tolls.
Holes producing matter?
Apogee, twist with pain...
Night upon the latter?
Floodwater, course from main...
The still, early morning crawl
The minutes tick, the hours tock
Hands of Time, marching on
Past the fences, past the farms
Put the mists before my eyes
Put the cobwebs in my mind
Climb the hill at glacial speed
Move with me – deceptively
Reel the line in steadily
So I think it’s you, not me –
Don’t look back, as I am wont
Upon the tapestry you’ve wrought
Painted on vermillion skies
Slowly, slowly passing by
Leaving but a parting trace
Lost in lines upon my face
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Oh, Hands of Time! Marching on
Your masterpiece is but a con
Disengage – impassively
Even disingenuously
Let the light and landscape fade
As fade they will at close of day
Come for me before the dawn
Before I wake to find you gone
Taking from the blue sky blue
The breath I once had held for you