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DEAR Me,
Hello me, ho are you?
We haven't spoken in awhile, you have been busy trying to impress others with an fake sense of you,
I keep trying to call you, yet you don't answer me, your never home, have you forgotten to check in with yourself again?
Who are you? I don't know think I know you ,
Times are hard, your down in the dumps I hear again?
Why are you not looking in the mirror, I would have told you the truth,
Which is exactly this, and I quote, the most strongest, caring, courageous, person anyone could ever ask for"". Now please make an appointment with your true self, so.we can.meet in private, and I can take you by the hand, and give you what you've been asking others to give you, the love and compassion, you've been yearning for all your life."
Oh and one more thing, Dear You, I forgot to.say, I Love You."
Oh noo' It has happened again.! I thought we had escaped the continual scene:
forever falling down, and ya know what people actually celebrate it..?
and we'd thought we were safe here) a place where you had sympathetic support,
ITS NO GOOD..! that's what it isn't..' at last here was a chance at last to get time to
create our own poems, after being famous for all this time..' and we never had the chance
of creating our own stuff..' at least when we were killed off out there it was only by the
cretins..! now it has happened here, its a spiritual thing, sob.' boo-hoo, I saw the
shadow though..! it was a pale one..and we felt a vindictive force, and then our whole
new world shattered.' I wonder how would some like it? you have been being pushed about since
1643, whoever did it must be a cold hearted and lonely person..' I remember reading
reading some lines somewhere about just such a writer, hmm..' and now I'm a ghost and its
all down to someone..! Dumpty...that is who I am now..And down in the dumps BUT I AM MAD
MAD MAD and determined..! I can get revenge, I shall snoop in on any soup mail & nasty remarks
and so on; I can do that because I am a ghost now..! we had such a hard life early on at
the abbey farm there was ole aunt Patricia she was strict always minding our p's & q's
for us always saying we didn't do enough, then after Dad left us 'I was hard' but I never wanted
to be lost and nasty like she was, oh she was a stickler for 'rules' pashaaaw...! never
changed her life though did they...? hmmm, what to do next.? I don't know though if I
really should go down that road, it would be a contradiction of all I have tried to live, by
even through that nasty war, right up to now I suppose..' look! if I became like that I would
probably be going around with a horrible hot anger inside me, it would be like a big heavy
stone where my heart should be..! Oh you know what I mean.! and what would I do next.?
after I track them down.. after, I DESTROY THEM UTTERLY))) what then old egg? I
don't know what to do I feel as if I am being 'almost coerced ' here.. and I've heard
about the other place..' its hot they say, with a big black iron round thing..' I don't think
I would like it there, Oh if only Humpty and Dumpty could be here together again..'
The sea pig wandered aimlessly through the straits of Gibraltar where once upon a time she had seen the pillars of Hercules standing proudly in that so long ago forgotten age
She sighed and swam on "even more down in the dumps than she had been before .
She paused her swim and floated just inches from the surface and listened to the ugly noises of industry and over population ,
She thought back nostalgically and of that happy Ancient music that once drifted serenely from those same shore’s carried upon the incense smoke from the Human shrines dedicated to her kind .
Her age was far longer than even her living memory could comprehend accurately ,
Certainly Before the continents had broken apart and had formed the great islands ‘ of that there was no doubt
that particular memory was like yesterday to her .
The sea pigs parents ‘ ‘when she could be bothered to swim into the deepest parts of the Abyss to find them’
Reminded her constantly of the journey to this system aboard a great Ark that still orbits all the great oceans to this day ‘ shining in the nights sky.
“A reminder of our roots”
the sea pig chuckled too herself as she heard her mother’s whistling calls within her heart repeating that very sentiment.
Sadly though ‘ She and her parents were the last of their kind ‘ seventeen others had faced their demise ranging from natural disasters ,becoming land locked in inland seas or lakes due to the shifting of the continents ,
‘Tragically 'others to human under sea nuclear testing during a unfortunately timed mating ritual 'at least two others had been caught by pure chance by the Ancient whalers of this world.
‘As a consequence of this action ‘for hundreds of years to follow were then depicted on maps as sea Monsters with dire warnings of
“here be Dragons “.
How would the sea pig know of this ? I’ve no idea but she dose seemingly,
She knows her oceans are polluted ,
She knows the creatures on the shore no longer care for their habitat or the great waters that divide them ,
She also knows that one day the Ark will awaken and herald the great return .
Hurdling, bending, twisting about
Contemplating, stressing, feeling without
High as a kite then down in the dumps
Cat has my tongue, my throat filled with lumps
Floods of people. Why do they watch
Must act "normal" and perform top notch
Tinted windows for my car, deadbolts for my door
Alone once again just like before
A sigh of relief, beneath my covers
The ghost of inadequence, relentlessly hovers
A heavy black cloud, fixed over my head
Exposing guilt, multiplying my dread
I hide beneath a blanket of words, painting a picture on my veil
Transforming my insecurities, adorning my hell
My peers, in the dark, I have become my disguise
A gentle heart can read, it speaks clearly through my eyes
This breed is rare, no doubt, the minority
With a loving tongue, they call me out. I give them the authority
Sadly these souls are also tormented. How ironic
We connect on a new level, sweetly demonic
Fighting demons together, keeping faith in the good Lord
Armed with our similarities, communion, our sword
Echoes, silence, peace and violence
All we need is peace, love and empathy.
All we have is war.
All we ever wanted was to be set free;
Still they keep us trapped inside these four walls.
Have a food fight with a butter knife;
The sound of bullet’s ricochet through streets with no name.
Life for today and sing with rage;
The super star is filled with hate.
Look at me up in the sky;
It’s so high up here now I have died.
Beautiful bullets in butterflies.
A soldier can never wear a peace symbol,
Because that would not be right?
Down in the dumps, I decided to give up;
All they told us was lies, so we had to confront.
Burst your bubble with a lighting strike above my head;
If I end up dead and my remains remain silent, then do not forget.
Echoes and silence;
Peace and violence.
All I hear you saying,
Reverberates around a room with no sound,
So we cannot remain silent.
Stop the war; what do we need it for?
Stop the violence; all you need is love.
Same old faces out on tour;
Coming back in caskets, without their guns.
Governments lie as soldiers die;
This is our time to change their minds.
Peacefully protest against their war;
Power to the people, we can’t take it anymore.
(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Form:
I've been told I'm much too sensitive
my eyes leak tears like a used sieve
I cry over sad movies, words in a book
so go ahead and give me that 'look'
Sometimes I cry goodbye on the phone
So what? I wasn't chiseled out of stone
Tell me I get my feelings hurt too fast
I'll say I cry from memories of my past
Don't tell me I need to restrain the flow
Maybe I've suffered more than you know
I can take being knocked around by my foes
those who bitterly want to step on my toes
But words from someone I really care about
cause me to frown with my mouth in a pout
I'm a sensitive woman who tends to cry
if I tell you I don't, I've told you a lie
I would never intentionally hurt anyone
If I like you, I'll tease you, but it's in fun
Falling tears may not be in fashion
I don't think it's a crime to have passion
So please don't think I'm being a grumps
if you do I'll get down in the dumps
I've been told that I'm a tough cookie
you can make bet on that with any bookie
I'll be your friend, honest and true
but don't hurt me 'cuz it'll make blue
Lolly was a Leprechaun
Who lived inside a Tree
A joy little fellow
As happy as could be
He loved a little fairy maiden
Who was called Penelope
And every day he used to watch
Her swimming in the river wild and free
And she used to flap her tiny wings
And fly around the place
In and out of the bushes
With such style and grace
The Blues and Greens mixed in her wings
Shone so spectacularly, and with ease
And the little Red and Blue dress she wore
Would rustle wildly in the breeze
But she rarely noticed Lolly
For he was not her type at all
She was in love with Peter pan
And ran at his every call
So lolly became miserable
And down in the dumps was he
And started staying in his hideout
Beneath the old Oak tree
But the fairy Godmother noticed
What was taking place down by the Pond
And tried to get Lolly to venture out
Down past the old Mill and far beyond
To find another Fairy
Who would love him in return
For he had so much feeling deep inside
And for Penelope he did yearn
As he sat upon a Mushroom
In a leafy glade in Butterfly Wood
He saw another little Fairy
So pretty and looked so good
Her found out her name was Mary
She had a captivating smile
And she was smitten with lolly’s bright blue eyes
So they began courting for a while
Now Lolly was a happy little Leprechaun again
Now true love had come his way
He would sing and dance the whole day through
Since Mary had come his way
The moral of this little tale
Never give up on happiness it may not be far away
It may be just around the corner, down by the stream
Who are we to say
SALVATION ACCORDING TO FAITH
“Help, help!”, I shout out loud, in fear.
‘HELP, HELP!’, echoes of my voice I hear.
Over and over, impinge in my mind
Closer and closer, it gets so near.
Louder and louder my cries, my plea
Further and further they go from me…
……they’re gone.
Silence now reigns, it deafens me
Panic has broken and overtakes me
Faster and faster my pulse is raised
Harder and harder the pounding, the beat.
Tighter and tighter I clutch my head
Greater and greater, the feeling of dread.
……I’m lost.
“Why? Why?” I asked the mirthless grass
“Speak, speak!” I bark at mirrored glass
Angrier and angrier, my voice phonate
Wilder and wilder, my eyes gyrate
Darker and darker my thoughts evoke
Uglier and uglier my moods provoke
…..I weep.
'Non Compos Mentis' is my best state of mind
'Caveat Emptor'!! …as I cannot be kind
Nastier and nastier I’m down in the dumps?
Lower and lower I’m in the doldrums?
Crazier and crazier, I spit at my shadow
Weaker and weaker, …my life is so shallow!
….I pray!
“Come, come”, to only You I turn.
“Come, come”, my life is so forlorn.
Dearer and dearer my love for God
Stronger and stronger, my body, my soul
Forever and ever my faith shall hold
Redeemer, redeeming, The Lord God of old.
….I’m saved.
(The Fg 81.5.8)
Form:
Dear, wherever you may be
what's life to you in your state?
come over here to receive your lot
what a picture this conveys, fate or first-rate
Thinking to Sabrina's Paris troubles
suicidal and wishing there was no hope
being down in the dumps and thinking black
keep your blade so to cut the rope
Remember there's always your tomorrow
another day to come across your path
no one knows the future not even one
be not anxious clean within a soapy bath
There's always light at the end of your tunnel
no matter your feelings, be truly confident
for Audrey herself knew from within what's real
so to give it a chance go and give a compliment
Now go and visit beautiful Paris
it will lift your spirits sky-high
learn well these wise lessons
before you know you'll know exactly why
(This is penned concerning lessons learned from the movie 'Sabrina' starring Audrey Hepburn.)
Primped and pure; eyes set to demure,
Ready with practiced charm,
But with goosebumps on my arm.
(-Insert sound of needle dragging across record here-)
My pulse seems to be racing my temperature.
No, no... not yet!
I feel my body starting to sweat.
How is this going so wrong, so quick?
I feel oblong like a brick,
In a room full of perfect spheres—
Oh, and right on cue, here come the fears.
Am I fat? Am I pretty?
Will he be cute and witty?
Am I good enough?
Will we like the same things, er... stuff?
What are you even doing here?!
I think it's perfectly clear—
You don't belong;
And all this is wrong.
No, wait a minute. Who else is in here?!
That part of me that hates my cheer,
That doesn’t want a happier me,
That was already perfectly happy,
Being down in the dumps?
It's not cold enough for goosebumps!
You just want retreat,
Before any chance to meet
My prince charming.
Well, it's me you're harming.
And the last I checked,
You're a part of me—
Do I need to be more direct?
You're supposed to help,
Not hinder me—
You little whelp!
Now say it with me,
“I want to be happy.”
“...I'm sorry,”
“I want you to be happy too.”
That's better;
I hope you mean it.
-Here comes your date.
-Don't worry, we look great.