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The ego within forced me to resist
But now I wish I had effused a love mist
With aplomb and flair, just kind of left it there
For self-aware souls passing by, who choose to pair
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There’s no guarantee of winning if you put your hat in the ring and have a go.
But I tell you now you’ll definitely not win, if you don’t have a go.
Now I have been around a while and met all sorts of blokes.
I’ve met the ones that are down and out,
And I have met the ones that held their head up high and were too good,
For the likes of blokes like me.
The sort of man who wouldn’t give a pretty girl the time of day,
If she said G’day.
I met one such man not that long ago. He was quite miserable.
Sitting on a park bench, tears running down his old cheeks.
I asked him if he was OK.
He said to me "lad, I am a lonely old man, life has passed me by".
He sat there in a fancy suit, for sure it was worth a pretty quid or two.
He wasn’t a down an outer, looked like he might be rich.
He told me of his life, I was right. He told me of his mansion,
And his fetish for buying classic cars.
He mentioned that he had never wed, had no son and heir.
That’s when I asked him, (I thought it only fair) ,
Just why he hadn't taken a missus.
He tells me, that he didn’t find a woman good enough,
Not that he had really looked.
He said he was quite a catch in his day and sent lots of ladies away.
He always thought one special one would come and sweep him off his feet.
Right there I had to interject, He had the whole thing wrong.
Its you mate, that should have done the sweeping.
Women expect it you know. You find the one you want ,
Then you present yourself up for being at her beck and call.
Flowers and perfume and jewelry if you are rich.
Not doing that is why you were left in the ditch
That’s why you have no loving woman or a family full of kids.
He says to me, "Lad ,
I wish I had met you when I was young
I wouldn’t now be so sad.
I wish I had".
A highlight of my grown-up life,
Before I was a mom or wife,
Was being one of those who cheered
On game days, when our teams appeared.
This was in high school, years ago.
The squad, unlike today’s, gone pro,
Was there to get the crowd enthused;
Exhilaration we effused.
Through megaphones we shouted out.
The crowd responded; we had clout.
So when we yelled, “Gimme a T!”
You best believe they did, with glee.
We practiced hard and stretched each limb
For many hours in the gym.
It was our church, or more, our temple
And our rabbi, Mrs. Stemple.
I wore that uniform with pride.
To me, it most exemplified
A feeling potent, deep and strong
That to this world, I did belong.
Tonight our squad will reunite;
This poem I likely will recite.
We’ll reminisce about our past
And hopefully, we’ll have a blast.
But looking back, what I know now
Is being on that squad, somehow
Was magical and did provide
Such joy, I still have some inside.
Painting by Scottish painter "Peter Doig". One of the most well-known contemporary figurative artists. In the Magic Realism style, this artwork is titled 100 Years Ago.
muted shades of grey
clad in a fearful ruby
in a state of lucidity
dwelling inside his gloom
the surge of echoes
outlining melodies
a point made of obsidian
eyes devoid of spirit
darkened crevices
crows rubbed me bare
your boat is ruined with red blood
effused of victim's body.
the sea won't reflect you
Diss your curse
the sun has faded
your stained aura
the solitary light now.
written: May 27, 2022
7th contest place
A Brian Strand PREMIERE Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
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The ego within forced me to resist
But now I wish I had effused a love mist
With aplomb and flair, just kind of left it there
For self-aware souls passing by, who choose to pair
Ego resembles a premature childhood.
When love is unbalanced,
interactions with infliction
and cultural consciousness,
force a soul to suppress
rather than express,
so we become glass sculptures,
but no one can see our shards.
My dad taught me to roam like a lion,
hurting, but pretending,
yet, I was no predator like my predecessor,
just misconceived, due to self protection,
so I continued to deceive,
behind a veil of silence,
sacrificing my own happiness,
content in sadness - but barely surviving
and today, I'm still bleeding,
haunted by ghosts who's paths,
I left behind.
I know what I say, is not always how I feel,
not what I mean and I'm happy - falling.
Because I am strong, so my ego tells me,
I'm a mountain, I can never crumble,
but still I write poems about vulnerability,
so who am I really? Does anyone see me?
I wish my tongue would portray like poetry,
so I could show love, instead of feeling unloved,
glow in affection or is it too late?
When so much has already been lost,
to bitter winds beating against robust roots
unmoved due to stubbornness,
your mind feels like an anchor,
preventing your ship from sailing.
In death I found humility,
released sedated tears,
cleansing internal wounds.
From all the broken souls,
it was mine which lacked self belief,
so I remain disconnected, but need healing,
hoping one day you will find me
and unlock the door to devotion.
Fate is like stars in a lovers destiny,
sadly we are only found in darkness.
He came to me and gently brought,
the fairest flowers of His thought.
Joy arrived with euphoric mums,
softly as the hummingbird hums.
Purity blown from baby’s breath,
ever innocent until death.
Peace pervaded purest poppy,
tranquil bliss nothing can copy.
Happiness borne from pure lily,
butterfly wings, dainty and frilly.
Gratitude from feathered pink rose;
praises for His blessings arose.
Humility spread bold bluebells,
silken as bunnies’ cotton tails.
Faith that flourished in bright iris,
no other bloom so desirous.
Hope sprung forth from gladiolus,
comforting as lotus’ solace.
Love effused from fan-shaped aster,
greatest from our Lord and Master.
Graciousness shone from all flowers,
teaching of His perfect powers.
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The ego within forced me to resist
But now I wish I had effused a love mist
With aplomb and flair, just kind of left it there
For self-aware souls passing by, who choose to pair
Long ago I was not the girl I am today
lost in wounds and self inflicted sorrow
I was a worldly ghost in a a sea of pain
with no recourse to love, no not at all
Merely existing in a fast track Universe
I worked and slaved all day and night
never seeing the lantern light of God
that beamed towards my wounded heart
Then one day the good Lord found me
in a lost and found box of mere pity
Oh how I longed to exude love again,
the way I did when I was just a child
Dropping my ego like a ripened pear
I let go and clung to the only love I knew
a mist of compassion wrapped me softly
and I knew then, that I was healed.
“The ego within forced me to resist
But now I wish I had effused a love mist
With aplomb and flair, just kind of left it there
For self-aware souls passing by, who choose to pair”---- Line of inquiry
As we roamed under the star-spangled sky,
Sharing many a trivial thought
I failed to voice my clandestine whim,
Carefully structured within my mind’s alcove
When words were suddenly broken up
With a lump forming in my throat
I failed to convey what I meant,
In a language explicit for you to grasp.
Gazing at each other, as we stood
Without uttering a word aloud
You failed to notice my saddened eyes,
Glistening with tears, about to shed
At the end of a pleasant, united jaunt
As our roads diverged in opposite tracks
We failed to say even a parting word,
As a gesture of courtesy, due for both.
Now in the twilight of the setting sun
When the past has dwindled slowly away
We remain in our cloistered cells,
Failing to forget what has transpired.
How I wish I had expressed myself!
Was it my ego or the fear of rejection,
Or was it a lack of confidence, not quite sure,
That punctured the love mist and prevented us from pairing?
She is
sallow-skinned, salacious, seductive beauty,
secure, safely sequestered in seclusion;
sinking, shaking, shattered, submerged
self-contained, self-centered in selfless solitude
she sleeps,
a slip of a slenderized, spindly silhouette
silenced in the stillness of somberness, sinless seer,
savoring simplistic, soothed in shadowy shades of night.
she teeters titillated,
transparent in tranquil twilight,
twinkling tangibility, a trembling in tenacious transition,
thoughtful trepidation, turning trophies to tantalizing treasures.
She exists
exaggerated expose' of effortless excised evenings
effused in embellished effervescent eloquence,
edgy enamored edicts, elated egotistical empowerment,
she wanders wistfully
where the wonders of a whirlwind wanting world waits,
wrapping wordsmithing into whimsical warbled wakings,
wishful wisdom with warm-hearted whistlings of womanhood;
she clutches
coddling childlike care, carvings cast and chastised
in cumulous clouded circles, cohesive cycles
of confident contented cerebral communion;
she dances
drifting in decreed danglings, dark, dangerous, delicious
purple plagued palettes of perceptive pewtered perfection
lavender lust, listless languishing lucid, luminous lilies,
there at last, she finds
inner evolution, deepest peace, lasting rest
and so
she sleeps within her dreams.
Written: March 2024
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Hold a revered status globally.
Strength only shines through when the glow appears.
unfolding behind them.
I sought out darkness.
I searched everywhere but found none.
I peered into my heart,
discovered the largest one.
Gently, my heart beats.
The future unfolds predictably.
Sailors had many vessels for water.
Fruits won't appear through force.
Explore all available books.
Wisdom is gained, not conferred.
Insight for the enlightened.
Four letters embody love.
We set out from our homes.
Our heads were shrouded with dust.
We bravely dodge forward.
grasping our lives in our hands.
Within our mortal gathering
existence is but a visitor,
A deep longing drives us.
to achieve sacrifices.
Youths pursue success with enthusiasm.
wielding blades to achieve their aims.
The process exacts a bloody toll.
but the stars shine on those
who demonstrate their love.
and pitch their place in history.
through daring and sacrifice.
The ego within forced me to resist.
But now I wish I had effused a love mist.
With aplomb and flair, I left it there.
For self-aware souls passing by who opt to pair.
I was so afraid of being seen.
Of being judged, of being keen,
I hid my true self away.
And let my ego have its say.
Now I realize, I am worthy of love,
including yours.
I am flawless just the way I am.
and I am ready to stand up for myself.
I'm letting fade of my ego.
And letting love flow
And I'm ready to be unfurled.
I'm Opening my heart to the world.
Line of inquiry of Unseeking Seeker:
The ego within forced me to resist
But now I wish I had effused a love mist
With aplomb and flair, just kind of left it there
For self-aware souls passing by, who choose to pair
There
was a
funeral
for a woman
not very-well liked.
In fact, one of her sons
kept working and did not fly
the many miles away for it.
Most in attendance sat way in back.
Her spouse and adopted daughter praised her.
Nobody else stood up to give kind words.
Though her daughter-in-law, I hung back,
unable to think what to say,
but there was some good in her.
Had her soul lingered there
hearing so few words?
I could have said
something; I
wish I
had.