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My suit of self-loathing no longer fits
The mirror of compassion tells me so
Years of bad-intentions held back growth
After a time, the length of my sleeves bind
I didn’t realize I’ve become over-sized
These angry pants are fit for a small child
How silly I look with cuffs choking wrists
How I’ve loved my painfully straight jacket
Like it or not, the right suit still waits
No one other than I can disrobe loathing
The best cloak is the one from the womb
It takes skill to unstitch a childish blazer
It takes care to unhem pants outgrown
It takes love to go out in my birthday suit
Let tatters of anxiety fall down the chute
Self-loathing keeps me from disrobing
But, I’m not ready to shed my suit yet
The manly scissors that cuts are too heavy
After self-loathing is bare understanding
Forgive the man unstitching childishness
Let go of short-comings without clinging
Take the macho suit off the rack with care
Try on that fitted suit made for just me
Wear it till love fills the over-sized space
Take it all off till nakedness feels nice
Matthew 24:18
"Whoever is in the field must not turn back to get his cloak."
Dance of the wolf licking wounds touch
looking into her cold lunar face
chanting spirits under a full beam
Pearl fangs showing canine howls outwards
defending rights held for a taste of
Natures promise crowned brave soul beating
underneath a circle of white snow
bouncing echoes take away the air
inside a lonely space howling back
Hope your clouds upon a breath escape
softly one dove lands cushioned gently
catcher within this breathless moment
feathers fly singing to a flower
to warm the bones of darkness away
Night eyes strongly binding steel cuts grey
Forged under the smoke signals burn
warm driven deep breaths exhale outward
Chanting in the land of the brave ghosts
Escaping from out of forever
circling shape shifting winds expose dust
shadows moving voices encircling
mother earth you gather your harvest
strange murmurs from your heart born free love
Distant memories lovingly prowl
under the sky unveils what one fears
destroying everything beautiful
in the end we all weep inside hell
Do you feel the great turning, the maelstrom coming around, spitting sparks of searing birds that circle each other screaming in a language like pain? Blisters burning feathers, beaks and eyes till they ignite like flares spiralling in the tempest of this world. High performance vehicles lose their wings in ever-turning pressure, four by fours and pickups, thousand cc superbikes all spinning round and round. Their windows, bumpers, lights and panels flail off into airy channels, ricochet off stop lights scutter down the highway till they form an evil spout. Sucking up the houses, gardens, fences, trees and chickens, dogs and cats and mice and rats and farmyard animals. Spinning them so hard they break up turning and exploding like cartons spraying all across the town. Gaining pace the maelstrom grows, widens, sucks up earth and loess, strips the soil and grinds it up and spits it out. Spreads over the terrain, living feeding off the pain, sucking the last seeds from the fields. Finds the streams and all the rivers, cuts them out like veal and liver, eats them up like a cannibal. The sound is like a roar of terror, amalgam of all vicious weather, battering, beating, bruising every soul. And yet we won’t stop the oil fields, pipelines, stripping whole horizons just for dirty shale.
Gray skies gather where once the sun would rise,
and I still see your shadow in the falling leaves.
The trees bend low, as if they too remember
the warmth of your laughter before the wind grew cold.
I reach for you in the empty air,
but only silence answers back.
Once, the world bloomed in colors of your name,
each petal carrying the promise of forever.
Now the garden is withered,
frost biting at the edges where roses used to thrive.
I wander through it, lost,
like a pilgrim searching for a shrine that no longer stands.
Over and over the seasons have turned,
yet still I wait for the echo of your step.
The rivers freeze, but my longing flows on,
aching beneath the ice of this endless winter.
Even the stars seem dimmer,
as though the heavens mourn with me.
Days stretch thin, empty as bare branches,
their silence heavier than snow.
I count the hours not in light but in absence,
marking time by the spaces you no longer fill.
Every dawn feels like a wound reopening,
every dusk a reminder that you will not return.
Beneath the sorrow, love still lingers...
fragile as a last leaf trembling in November winds.
It clings, though it knows it will fall,
drifting into the darkness where you have gone.
I hold it anyway, though it cuts me,
for letting go feels like losing you twice.
Yesterday is the only fire I have left,
and I burn my hands trying to keep it alive.
I whisper your name into the night,
but the wind scatters it across empty fields.
Still, I cannot stop calling...
even if the silence is all that answers.
Evermore, I will carry you in my winter,
like a secret flame hidden beneath the snow.
Though the world may forget,
I will remember the spring we once were,
and in the quietest hours,
my heart will ache its soft, eternal goodbye.
I still remember my first visit to the Coastal town
I thought I was prepared for what I'll see
But it's been even more this can't be planned
It was great I came first hand cause being told cuts out the sweetness
I remember walking by old town streets
How the streets were filled with the locals
All going about their day speaking in swahili that I didn't know
For the only swahili I had was from school and novels
I'd come prepared with lots of jeans
But the heat would make me opt for shorts
And sandals they called makubathi to go with
And here I was walking,a dark skinned man amidst all this browness
I was fortunate to go to Fort Jesus
Sat by the old canons that were there
And imagined how it felt during an invasion
For all i could see was water and land masses a far
A vendor gave me a fruit fresh from its husk
He cut the top of it and made a spoon from it
It was the sweet refreshing coconut water
Of which i ate till the last white yoke in it and bought more
Before my trip was over I asked if I could see the ferry
And if I could go to the other side
Just before we went to the beach
So that I dip my toes into the hot beach sand
The trip showed me a bit history of the island
But i felt like i needed to have more of it
Thats why I look forward to when I'll be there next
Oooh take me back to the shores for I could spend the rest of my days watching sunsets
The PO£T
Written: July 28, 2023, No anchor for Rancour Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Unseeking Seeker
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Rancor has no anchor; let it drift away
Long-lasting rage, bitter and full of spite.
Release the heart and mind from its heavy sway.
Set the gloom to float; inspire the light to ignite.
Rancor is a show of weakness to sieve.
A reflection of wounds that ache within,
But if you are not already dead, forgive.
Trust the heart's mending to run its spin
Rancor is a weight that burdens the soul.
A poison that seeps into every pore,
But in the quest for bliss, let it scroll
Embrace the earned delight that lies in store.
Aversion and bitterness hold no power.
To bestow forth peace or mend the broken,
They just irritate the cuts, making them sour.
So unleash the venom and let grace be spoken.
For the artist, hatred, and rancor are useless.
Baggage that hinders the creative soul,
Scrub the mind and let love dwell in the fuscous.
To create art that is pure and whole.
Toleration, the key to harmony embrace,
Mutual indulgence, a bridge to connect,
Religious concord, a state of grace,
Theological rancor is a vex and a defect
Release the rancor, let it fade away,
Embrace the light that shines so bright.
In forgiveness and love, find your way.
And let your heart soar to anew heights.
No anchor for rancor; let it drift away
Prevailing spleen, satiric, seething with spite,
Untie the heart and mind from its clumsy sway
Let the darkness fade; let the blaze ignite.
Rancor is heavy; it is worldly; leave it on earth
Die light, unburdened by its weight,
Let the pungence glide, anger, and girth,
And rise above, embracing a raw fate.
Hatred and rancor, useless inner turmoil are,
To the artist's soul, they have no worth
Cleanse your spirit, let your creativity soar,
In love and forgiveness, genuine art rebirth
I never saw myself clearly
But smelled my own disappointment
For I reeked with it; an acid smell.
I tasted Vicks in my mouth
When there was none in the house
And had not been for years
An unfamiliar voice told me I was a loser
It came from within; I recognized it not at all
But totally too
I was a sight, groveling and growling silently
I doubt anyone knew; for I kept this wisely silent
Away from the eyes of the others
And you are all the others
I can trust no one.
Smelling disinterest and disregard on you
As you pass me by not seeing me or my little dog Two
I have never recognized my sorrow
Or put a name on it
Preferring to keep it way down deep
Where I put a lid on it
You might see me as a party animal with flair
Self-confident, and outgoing
I scoff at the irony of that
As I take out my little friend
And watch the red bubbles pop out of my arm
As I make little cuts
To prove that I am alive
And can feel something.
Crashing waves breaking over me -
surging, tidal tears that capsize.
Drowning love, sinking in black sea,
fragmented heart cuts deepest ties.
Stormy, onyx skies - darken sea
crashing waves breaking over me.
Ship with no captain at the helm,
Alone am I - gone from my realm.
Floundering and lost out to sea,
Oh, Lodestar! Where are you to guide?
Crashing waves breaking over me.
Driftwood - broken dreams at my side.
Shipwrecked, adrift, my heart and I -
Castaway now so shall I be.
Dwell beneath ocean’s torrid sky -
Crashing waves breaking over me.
Taking pain pills but my body is not what is hurting
I'm already numb and I don't want to feel any more of this nothingness
Funny how being numb allowed me to feel the truth like never before
The truth is the breeze you feel as you are running away from your problems
The truth is the answer that is right, but you wish was wrong
The truth is that feeling deep down, deeper than hell, that is in the back of your head
But you always take the long way to the correct path
And short cuts to back roads that only take you away from the destination
I hope you find what you want before the wrong end finds you
p.s. no pill is stronger than your mind...
The trees lining the streets are filled with cherry blossoms
Mother Nature is letting us know that spring arrival is going to be awesome
Enjoying a walk along the breakwater bustling with people enjoying the new day's sun
After a long winter, it is wonderful to be able to get out and have some fun
Flowers will soon bring a wide variety of colours as they spring up from the ground
A tour of our dressers for shorts and tee shirts that need to be found
Lawnmowers are about to rise from their winter hibernation
Hair cuts for our lawns are soon to be our new form of recreation
Even our timepieces will be busy springing ahead
Let's get off our social devices and spend more of our day outdoors instead
Gather up the family and go enjoy some ice cream
Bid farewell to winter and go blow off some steam