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Visited you today
as the sun set in the horizon…
the orange tinged carnations
were a perfect complement
for the skies
and for you…
orange and blue
always remind me of you
the winds softly blew
and I just sat there
staring at the grass,
well more at your name really…
hardly believing
what I am looking at,
that it’s been seven years
of missing you,
of just putting that reality
at the back of my mind…
But there are days,
such as today
which make me
confront that reality—
I see your smile,
remember your laughter
celebrate your spirit
and your love
Tears, I tell you I have
the most stubborn tears
maybe because they
make it so real for me?
I look around me
and look for that sign
Nope, not there…
I say a prayer
and speak to you
thankful for the life shared
I kiss the date that you were born
and walk away
my reflection on the car window
misty
One last look around,
and then I see it…
a cat, as we drive away…
Skies now streaked purple and pink
**My brother would have been 40 today, May 6…
I appear in the realm of your bedroom.
I could be destroyed by a broom.
Or, I could lurk forever.
I do not have any endeavor.
I built a little fortress.
Hidden by a mattress.
You would be a fool.
To remove me by some tool.
You would be careless.
You would feel the stress.
Of dust in the air.
Of dust in your hair.
If you use a vacuum.
If you use a broom.
We will make you sneeze.
As you say “please.”
Dust in your eyes.
We hear your cries.
We are the dust bunnies and we want to survive.
Under your bed is where we thrive.
So when we see you faint from the dirt in the air.
We disperse everywhere.
We are like ghosts that cause allergies.
Through an open window, we feel a breeze.
We spring out this window.
But then the wind starts to blow.
This wind is not gentle and freeing.
We start to struggle with what we are seeing.
As we leave you to struggle on the bedroom floor.
We find we are dust bunnies no more.
We are simply particles in the wind.
We don’t know how this happened.
We thought we were free.
To hop through the trees.
But for how fragile we are…
And it’s not like we can drive away in a car.
Now, we feel guilt.
Together, we all wilt.
Us in the breeze, and you on the floor.
As you finished your very last chore.
Darkness has taken a hold of me
Sway away from me, you bat of blasphemy
Why did I give in to lust
That ended up turning me to dust?
You, only you are the one that I sincerely trust
I will try to not fail you this time
But, Lord, I need protection from the evil one and his sinister replies
I'm guilty for committing a sin crime
Your love won't drag me down in the sand of shadiness...
Your love will rise in me like the sunrise
Will You do me a favor and drive away my distress?
Thank you for allowing me to make some progress more or less
Lift your head off the desk of daunted dreariness
Don't walk away from your problems or they will pull you down
You are lost in the countless crowds...how did I end up in this ugly mess?
Don't say a word or someone will overhear our plan to escape this crazy town
But as long as you love me, dear
There is absolutely nothing to fear
So don't shed a tear
For, God and I are here
I can reflect happiness like a mirror
We weren't made to be in error
I know we feel like a glitch in a game
We aren't perfect and I don't expect you to be...
Let your wild, bizarre and reckless side of you be tame
I won't point fingers at you and our issues are nothing new
I'm Broken With Or Without You
I'm not better off without you
Don't you get the clue that I've been loving you true...I know heartless words injure
Forget and forgive and expect the unexpected - that's all we must do to have a finer future
I will be your cure
You and I will endure
Through it all
We have been thrown and kicked about like a beach ball
We all wandered in the gloom-gorged hall
I need you to hold
I need you to hold on
For you've had a hold on me
I have a heart to save you from this disaster we're in, baby
The shrouds of clouds are baby blue just like you
Listen...
Listen...
Glisten...
Glisten...
Hold me tight
Be a peace-holder
Don't tolerate this society's fight
Maybe You and I need to be bolder
But...we live as artists, mighty with amazing passion...
Zealous as the son that shines brighter than the sun
We welcome the sun
We welcome the son
Is it too late to trade my kids in?
They don't do a thing I ask of them
All they do is eat and poop
They need a change in their attitude
Is it too late to sell my kids out right?
To some unsuspecting couple out of their minds
With no idea of what they can do
Once the Duct tape and Super glue is removed
Is it too late to take them someplace ?
Drop them off then drive away
Hoping against hope they won't find their way back
Pack up and move before they get the chance
Is it too late to give my kids back?
Before I lose what little sanity's left
If I could somehow loosen these chains
As their domestic slave I'd run away
Is it too late to rethink this again?
Open the womb, shove them back in
Call it a day on this mistake
What do you think...is it too late?
You are the sun to me,
Because you brighten up
my day.
You are the moon to me,
Because you light up my
way.
You are like the rainbow to
me,
Because you give me hope.
You are the air to me,
Without you i can't cope.
You are the sea to me,
Because my love for you is
endless.
You are like a treasure,
Because in you i found
happiness.
You are like water to me,
Because you keep me living.
You are my medicine,
Because your love is my
healing.
You are the sunrise to me,
Because you drive away my
darkness.
You are like honey to me,
Because you posses all life's
sweetness.
You are like my shadow,
Always by my side.
You are like the angels,
You bring me peace inside.
You are like alcohol to me,
Because you drive me craze.
Just like the stars,
You are so amazing.
You are like rainfall to me,
Because you wash away all
my pain.
With you together,
Greater height we'll attain.
You are the heart to me,
Without you my life is
incomplete.
Not having you with me,
Heart break is what i can
forfeit.
You are my whole life,
Because you mean
everything to me.
Forever and ever,
At your side is where i want
to forever be.
A pair of slave girls waved chamar to thee,
As diamonds flashed with light of lamps well lit,
A king of kings must have fallen to knee,
To strip out bejewelled shoes from thy fair feet,
While Abyssinian eunuch of foulest breath
And looking like a harbinger of death,
Though clad like a gay angel somewhat odd,
And standing guard O with a naked sword,
Perhaps, might have secured thy stately room,
Then wonder I, what should have caused the doom
Of thy death, O thou flower of desert,
What swept away glory of thy grandeur?
What kind of jealousy O could have hurt
Thee? And what kind of intrigue oh ever?
To what shore of cruel death wert thou cast?
At what damndest of land? I feel aghast.
A query riddled in my memory
For long as was writhing through reverie,
I heard a scream when of Maher Ali,
‘Stand back, stand back, all this is fairy tale',
And my servant handed letters to me,
While salaam from the cook looked all too stale.
‘No more can I stay in this eerie place',
And packed off to move to my work amidst
Souls in solid flesh, life alive in grace,
My servant smiled, whilst hopeful of the least.
Yet, by the eve giddy minded I grew,
And felt as if I had a tryst to keep,
Office work seemed an act of bread from blue,
A better harvest was when there to reap,
And I threw all aside to drive away,
Not stopping till the palace was in sight,
The day as wished sun well, it was twilight,
With hurried steps I took stairs to my way.
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Narrative |01.04.2024|
Note: A poetic translation of Rabindranath Tagore’s story in Bengali: Kshudhaarto Paashaana, divided in I to XIII parts, largely in blank verse that lapses into rhymes along with its twists and turns. The story is known to have happened during Tagore’s stay at Shaahibaug palace in Ahmadabad, the nearby river Sabarmati becoming river Suista in the story.
I walk alone
my love has let me be
and my spirit roams free
The shoreline is my friend
little birds dart along the edge
of the surf ever so playful
But my heart aches in pain
remembering my love
that left me long ago
I see the pelicans fly by
in unison with their friends
can they feel for me, my heart bleeding
Each footstep in the sand echoes
against the silent shore and I cry to the Gods
why am I so forsaken
Will a new love bandage my pains
and drive away the demons
only the sunset will know her name
It begins to rain
and thoughts of her love is my umbrella
that keeps my soul dry
So many loves in one lifetime
but only one reigns
as soulmates to the ocean’s waves
But I’ll never forget
the fragile one
who broke my heart
But don’t look back
the angels cry
as I heed their sorrowful call
I was walking the other morning as I do most every day
when up ahead I saw a car stop in the middle of the street…then quickly drive away.
I didn’t think much about this as I was enjoying the stars, the planets and the moon
until I realized that car…had run over a raccoon.
I thought it was just a cat sleeping in the road…
(on my morning walk this is something I often see)
until she raised her head as I walked by and that raccoon looked up at me.
Never approach a wild animal is a rule to which I steadfastly adhere
but something in her eyes told me there was nothing for me to fear.
I knelt down in the street next her…told her I’d sit with her a while
and as she laid her head back on the street…I think I saw her smile.
Within minutes she closed her eyes, stopped breathing
and that morning just before the dawn
as tears fell from my eyes I knew that she was gone.
I couldn’t do anything to save her when I found her lying out there on her own
but I was glad I came along and she did not die alone.
Once again nature gives us a lesson she’s hoping we all will heed
how sometimes in life and death…a little comfort is all we ever need.
(Georgia Peltier is my 88 year old sister.)
(A poem written by Georgia Peltier, redone by L. Larry Amadore)
A feather, borne upon a breeze,
floats to earth; it settles in dry leaves.
My heart, like a feather, drifts down, too,
for I am already missing you.
I strain to see you as you drive away,
two days past Thanksgiving Day.
It's rare that we have you here;
you're far away, so seldom near.
You'll come again in a year or two;
then, I'll not fail to cherish you.
Light grows dim, sight fades away
from aged eyes and dying day.
But I've etched your form upon my mind
and I'll think of you from time to time,
envisioning your dear, much-loved face
from this dark, remote, yet lovely place.
I had told you long, long ago
That I can be no genius;
Still, you never wanted to know
Why I had to say it thus.
Such a grinding sense of regret
Haunts me often, pretty often;
Be it at sunrise or at sunset,
My Manna becomes Leaven.
Well, I know; yes, I do know
That nothing can be true here;
When it tolls, I must go;
None can ever, ever endear.
This toy house pains too much;
What was I made for?
There’s the final freezing touch
That causes my pallor.
It seems easy to see the others;
Grinding is its experience;
All such ‘sisters’ and such ‘brothers’—
None is given any lenience.
Then I was a little child,
When my grandpa left me;
He looked pretty and too mild;
Is this called destiny?
Then, one day, I came to know
My granny would depart as well;
Death is freezing just as snow;
It gives no chance something to tell.
Now, I have to guard my parents;
Please, leave me not alone;
You two are my prettiest presents
That I have ever known.
I swear that I would remain calm;
O Mom, O Dad, I promise;
Please, no more remain so mum;
I need your gentle kiss.
If I could be given a chance,
I would keep you forever;
I would sing and I would prance;
I would flow on like a river.
Am I so little? Am I so little?
Why can’t I still win against demise?
I pledge I won’t remain brittle;
Can’t I your lives optimise?
If everything is so untrue,
Why then do I survive here?
Mom and Dad, I need solely you;
You can drive away my fear.
I promise, Mom; I promise, Dad;
I will become a good girl indeed;
Death is heartless; he is too bad;
You are the only ones I need.
I had told you both long ago,
“How can I be a genius?”
Still, you never wanted to know
Why I had to say it thus.