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Youth must be compared to spring: adventerous,
carefree,memorable and innocent;
ah,but many have surrendered it
to irresistible desires...
only to regret it
in later years!
Endless yesterday,I search for youth again...
always to immerse myself
in the lost flavor of my innocence
that time snatches away,
with force and cruelty,
from teenagers facing a frightful reality!
With ages,comes wisdom...though only a few
acquire it, and look forward to the outcome
of such a fine virtue;
others lose their sense of identity or
dignity by not foreseeing tragedies,
but being satisfied with mere consolations!
Endless yesterday,I search for youth again:
laughing,singing,smiling
and looking for tomorrow;
but none of the visions have changed,
and the enthusiasm alone
gives me better insights without time to borrow!
Years and years
Disposable memories lost with broken phones;
Praying for a little more light when I am all alone.
Wishing for a peaceful day, but that is not the way today will go.
I am lost upon a star of a dreamer mind of long ago.
Those days we had were only fleeting;
Gone too fast to remember the meeting,
Which changed our lives forever more.
Those painful days that left us broken down here on the floor.
Looking up and waiting, praying,
Saying anything to make things change;
But today is not for changing, so things remain the same.
I am but a child inside, a half-lived life, a moment in time,
Lost to the ether, floating high above;
Looking down upon myself for never being good enough,
To live the life I had in my hands.
I had the laughs but took no chance.
And now the hour has passed
And all I am left with is no way to turn back
And take the gift you gave to me;
Your endless love, your empathy,
Your courage in the face of fear,
Those years and years and years and years.
(C)2018 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
This journey fraught of desperate dreams
Within the grip of swelling grays
The Southern Cross astern now shines
Ever close of darkened bays
Adrift of lost and endless times
Sails now hoist, direction’s wind
I hear the angry waves a’ crash
Spume does touch my worried skin
Tempest waters come to lash
This journey fraught of desperate dreams
To reach the one that I adore
Of echoed voices calling me
And compass points of distant shore
Fear shall not my face to run
To fight this wrathful storm I will
Hoping for the morning sun
With calmer seas so ever still
When dawn, I pray on bleeding knees
Does find your arms about my chest
With kisses sweet of anchored pleas
To whisper I have met my quest
And found my love for once and all
By harbor light and North Star way
Your heart, my destined my port-o-call
Never more to sail away
We’ve all got holes,
busted soles
On the mend or
waiting for the end
I’ve been burned,
slowly churned
Played like a ballad,
tossed like a salad
Too many times
I looked for rhymes
Words with no meaning,
thoughts with no feeling
What it might be
I can’t see
Blind interest,
hoping for the best
What happened to me
should not be
I was hypnotized
by those who sympathized
Alone on a shelf,
I’m by myself
Road to recovery
or is it discovery
When it’s all done
maybe I’ve won
What nobody wants,
to be in front
Of the line to nowhere,
with people who don’t care
Both are friendless,
both are endless
I’ve got holes,
a busted sole
Near the end
or on the mend
Two evil angels of man destruction
From a dark cloud
Descend an evil force
Like a fallen angel
The world now morn it gravities
Fallen two angels of destruction
One like a human
Another in form of just material
Two evil angels of man destruction
Just like a twins it both force
Now rule all we know
As most humans today
Base all dreams just to achieve
Material wealth
No wonder few just understand
And live spiritual
Now I know why the universe
Is no long accommodating
For this evil force
Is the blindness of our sight
To see God (love)
Two evil angels of man destruction
Our earth is being renovated with
Wars
Our needs are too endless
Yet this twins force keep existing
In us and with us
Ignorance still the end game
So I wonder how come love
Is forbidden
For we human don't know
Nature any more
Just only chasing and needing
Human and material desire
A twins force that ends up here
So bad!
Liberties
The state of being free from oppressive restrictions,
or the weight of too much liberties and its affliction.
The paradox of boundaries towards creative ponder,
the prison of structure and disciplined wonder.
Time speaks for itself from the inmost cave,
kindling spirits and its shifting sphere wave.
When wisdom dominates the debt of thought,
lingering treasures by determination bought.
The freedom in reign and consequence,
kingdoms promises with no reference.
The dream of all dreams and its ecstasies, the power of words before the battle of legacies. The price of freedom blinds the sight, when strangers manipulate ones right. . The liberty to dream as sense to be free, mental stillness and the courage to see. That oneself becomes the own worst enemy, by force of conscious freewill or righteous liberty. In poetic declaration to set free the prophetic mind, fragments of greatest purpose in its kind. The bill and its associates filling endless shelves, providing liberties to the greed of affluent self’s. The media in its righteous liberties and no shame, giving credit to the abused freedom all the same.
A once pretty, teenage girl, heavily pregnant
Stood in the rain,
Her clothes torn, her eyes red, her ankles
Swollen, she was in pain,
Her resilience worn out, she often stood on the
Corner of this busy street,
Her eyes pleading for someone to give her
Something to eat,
Some People feel no empathy towards others,
Life is hard, few seemed to care.
I Often bought her a MacDonalds meal,
Her situation inhumane, horrific unreal.
Did she ever know freedom, she was weak,
And could hardly walk, constantly in a daze,
Her hair was dirty, long, and the wind
Slapped it across her face.
I gave her a two hundred Rand note,
Placing it in her hand, Shhhhh I whispered,
As if I already knew, Don’t tell a soul,
I could see her miserable life,
Had already taken it's toll.
I drove her to the outskirts of her home,
Which was always known
To be a dubious zone.
A middle aged, man with greasy hair,
That was going grey, but was once fair,
A cigarette hanging from his mouth,
Came from some-where
Out of no-where,
Saw in her hand the money,
Darn, you don’t need this honey,
I’ll buy me my moonshine!
She heavily made her way through the
Garbage scattered on the floor,
And sank on a torn sofa, just seeking peace,
Not minding who was standing by the door,
The cruel, filthy man continued cursing,
His endless oppression evident,
From the girls bruises glaring.
Who was this pitiful, bad man beating
This unfortunate girl, a father, a brother,
If undeservedly he held one of these titles,
How did he dare to show his drunken face,
Such people do exist in our sad human race,
I began crying, as I will never know,
I saw no mother, in fact I saw no other.
Like a circle, day goes to night, night to day, then day to night.
I wonder sometimes if our lives -like days and seasons – might
keep on repeating.
It’s interesting; in some ways I like the idea of
reincarnation and having these endless quests for true love -
heart’s quickened beating.
But what do we know of anything – mere mortals that we be?
All I know for sure is God is out there, and for you and me -
life is so fleeting.
June 10, 2020
for charles messina's Triple Stanza Couplet Tail-Rhyme Poetry Contest
modeled after the rhyme pattern of charles messina's
"so oft I cry" https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/so_oft_i_cry_1256282
11/23/21
Regardless of what you heard in town
There'll soon be a turnaround
No need to have it all burnt to the ground
First thing I got to do is put the alcohol and herb down
Girl we can still work it out
Don't think otherwise, we both deserve it now
Saw it coming
Doing something
Not only running
Towards success I am gunning
Got no time for fussing
Always careful on who I am trusting
Because it all can be disgusting
Which is why I'm adjusting
While particles continue fluxing
Often it's no quarter
Grow up instead of calling others a foreigner
Few if any truly in my corner
I remain an explorer
Not fearful of horror
As the planet stays cold or becomes warmer
Realize our lives over time become shorter
Meaning live it up on any side of the border
Because it's not all set in stone or requiring a mortar
Instead of always diving in head first
Don't just make the best of it, make an effort
Getting better with experience and putting out your best work
Going in all directions not just westward
Endless questions remaining
Quit always doing the same things
And complaining
Start changing
Toward a better path you may be paving
Ground is what you are gaining
After taking time for training
Eventually you'll be prevailing
After having gone astray
You might feel like it's not okay
But please don't throw it all away
Show love and have a happy holiday
The cold claims the day as
the sun respectfully retreats
Behind a wall of ominous clouds
Walking with heavy restless legs
A loneliness sets in I don’t recognize
It’s a heaviness falling like a cover
Tangible like the oncoming of something
Like an echo of a distant muffled cry
And everything around seems asleep
I hear an endless thundering silence
That alarming absence of joy and laughter
As if every single soul is in shock
On this first day announcing fall.
Read on air by invitation ~ September 9, 2020 'POETIC SLICE OF LIFE'
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on August 31, 2017 for contest EARLY SEPTEMBER STANDARD sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - RANKED 1ST
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