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I awoke from my slumber
After many weeks
Entranced by unknown
Slept in dormant sleep
But on the morning i awoke
Was not like the rest
There was no sound of the ocean
And its watery zest
The deafness of the breakers
And the waves lapping the shore
Were non existant
Not like the day before
Intrigued by the silence
The noise of it all
As i viewed from my balcony
The ocean in fall
A scape never seen
Befell my eyes
Depths incomprehensible
As deep as our skies
A wreck i once dived
Was visible to me
All life was gone
From its expanse so free
I fall to my knees
As i stare into the abyss
My mind in disarray
Wondering, did it ever exist
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/fantasy-13.php
I sit there in the silence
Yet im sitting next to you
You act like im non-existant
You've always better things to do
You chat for hours on you computer
You talk for hours on your phone
Even though we are are together
I feel so all alone
I work so hard to meet our needs
I know im gone for days on end
Still i try to reach you every day
Because your my love and my best friend.
Its sad that life has come to this
Where I wonder where we are
And still i try to reach out to you heart
Before things go to far
I miss good conversatoins
And good things we have shared
I pray that you will always love me
I pray you will always care
I wear your ring upon my finger
Ive declared you to be mine
And the only thing ive asked of you
Is that you give me equal time.
Such an overwhelming,heartwrenching disease
from a baby,a parents pain,sheilded yet knotted inside
non facial expressions,no tears,no laughter
how do you detect the mood of your infant.
Discovered from a cist on the brain
a young mum, to finalize her vital exams
grandma`s love, family and friends too
help make this possible.
A non existant forward, it may seem
weeks of contiuous tests,hearts full of hope
proven that it can be overstepped
grown teenager speaks of his ordeal
Today is the day,that consultant is seen,apprehensive,nrevous
tears of joy,negative test, a normal life,others not so lucky
Paul Beadnall for Brian Strand`s ( free verse contest) 19/7/2011
There has to be a reason
For your cool, existant, real caution-
Realer than your eyes
Your smile
Your kindness
That are now dull recollections in my mind
Eyes that had fluttered, shimmered
With grandier light,
Such lively might
Only now you make an appearance
Like a ghost
Nonchalant in my life
There, but elsewhere
Mind distracted
Heart unresponsive
Resolve watered
"You're supposed to free them...
You're supposed to move on...
Let them walk into the light...
Let them go..."
Trust me, I know
I know....
And then- in some mock afterlife-
I see you, oh friend
Another deep tomb added
To the screaming cementary of my
Longing
You are something ever distant
On my grounds
Descending further-
There,
Then resolutely, inpenetrably
Gone again
I thought I could lean on you,
As friends do,
But you too die away,
Alive elsewhere in other spaces,
Barricaded in your own spheres
Of dreams, ordeals and passions
I cannot see you now-
Though at least I try to make you out
I can understand the stranger's caution-
That is what he is-
Neither friend nor foe,
Resilient in his quest unknown to me
I understand I am scarcely anything to him,
And I declare this with the disheveled peace
Of every death found here
But you, oh friend,
Tell me, how can I truly believe
That you love me so,
When your light glows so dimly?
When with me your words
Your efforts,
Your plans,
Your cares...
Are all so minimal?
Like a beautiful clumped mineral,
Once seeable, solid substance
Dissolved...
"You're supposed to free them...
You're supposed to move on...
Let them walk into the light...
Let them go..."
God, I know
I know...
And I will
Tussel for power trained her tongue to sharpen
Tact resistant throat bellowed careless scorn
Potential friends' impressions began to darken
Sharpness of wasabi, harsh memories injected
Frontal lobe numbed, chased non existant dawn
Self image slashed, frayed fragments protected
Overpowering was triumph, in her odd summation
Trampling perspective romance, before it was born
Aggression shrugged on, hard armor of domination
Swooping on prey with strident screech, hook talons
Flashing vengeance at every turn, a bandied sword
Combating stance slices hearts in half, no challenge
Her hurtful words were weapons, feelings' neglect
Evil clenched a crusted clump, grew gross, ignored
Repugnant bulge, cancerous cruel crept unchecked
Charm which lured folks religiously, flung them ruthless
Ice in vicious veins fed malicious mouth, a habit abhorred
Path obscured by pain unresolved, killed kind maneuvers
15th September
... For Ace.....
Drop dead gorgeous dark eyed bus boy chased
Peer assured status, focus of my fascination
High fiving idol guffawed and elbowed adjacent
Mates in droves, admirers in rows, dreamy Damon
Enriched to glimpse soap opera face as I boarded
From boys' school nearby, the greener gender pasture
Glance at my rolled up skirt spoke to thoughts sordid
His fleeting grin sent collapsing knees, mates' laughter
In typical teenage fashion for the times, mid nineties
Before social media blinked million comment designation
Our exchange over months limited to several niceties
Emptying bus afternoon he asked me out, supreme elation
Profile examined in mirror the evening of our due movie
Re primped the pair of socks boosting breasts non existant
Had my (only) half decent outfit chosen for past two weeks
Prospect of dating Damon held no heart slowing assistance
Uneventful night pursued, spun by overwhelming innocence
Being too naive to encourage moves, nerves running riot
Our chaeffered lifts to cinemas knew no lip warming kiss
Closely guarded phone each evening, obstinately quiet
A month later, bus reverberated his revised standards
Update explained to his mates, his tastes were narrowing
One percent of girls bore requirements Damon demanded
Variety other than curvaceous blonde, saw attention souring
Perfunctory level of awareness, lack of inner dignity
Allowed me to continue, lust bound, blindly desiring
During next year, Damon must have woken to scarcity
Blonde eligible youngsters for his affection aspiring
Mirror had become a somewhat closer companion
Make up added maturity, curves came, and confidence
Outside brick walled front of school, squinted in sun
Damon boldly suggested our courting should recommence
Sideways glance with my fiend, Suzie, enclosed chapters
Desperately I pleaded with my fifteen year old foolishness
To keep a straight face as I turned him down, lustre lacking
"I don't know, " faux deep thought, " Chance is one percent"!
2nd August 2020
Dusty Old Memories Poem Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
~WOUNDED~
Please forgive me...
Sometimes th' hardships of life,devour Th' Lamb within
Strife n' cares of this world,often render me carnal
Pain and past failures,exhume hideous expressions of hate
Animosity it seems,pacifieth these insurrections too surely
Pardons are non~existant,in these upheavals of melancholy
The abandonings of my love,leaves my soul segregatious
Reckoning runs rampant,for seek of repression's remedy
For an cure for this curse,I long for th' day's dawning
My friends and lovers of fair,I beg your patience for my burdening
In th' finest moment in time,I hope we share bluest skies
For all hearts' desires granted,I would lay myself to rest
Even ones who loathe me,I would not allow their seclusion
If my truest of spirit and flesh,attain symmetry harmon'd...
You will see expressly how precious,you are to my delight'ng
But so many wounds exist,of battles long 'fore fought...
It is of a truth I am,from them all...dying
~AZAZA~'09
i plant a tree in the unit of your soul
i embrace the happiness that refuses to hide in a corner
i loosen up slowly thank in part to the brightness of your quiet genius
i never thought it would be you who lives your life signing autographs of influence
when i wake up every morning, i take in the nature of your smile
heaven is at arm's reach, and God is a gentle peck away
you water the flower in the condo of my mind
what grows, as a result, is a foundation of stability
green i am to your faithfullness and your loyalty
you make loving to love easy and sincere
you make the assurance of definitive truth existant and believable
you make the heartbeat of forever's infinity reachable and retrievable
we do not have to pretend or play some odd and ridiculous role
to honor you, i plant a tree in the unit of your soul....
Not knowing can be better not to see sometimes,
the glare of the sun that blinds your eyes,
but fills your heart with warmth and comfort,
to just sit and enjoy and not have to wonder,
where it came from or how it works to exist,
that tries to take away from the joys of feeling its bliss,
just to sit and take a moment in the storms despair,
as the wind and rain hit you, to remember the sun's glare,
and put yourself in that place to intentionally feel,
the battle can rage on while your heart knows what is real,
if pain tries to settle, let peace and joy still remain,
existant in love can feel both in the same.
Form:
Family unity, ties bound with conditions
Cult peoples kept from alternate climates
Narrow track administered to every woman
Mother of two, Jerusha determined to fight it
Prospect of allowed departure non existant
Packed full backpacks for herself, Cain, Ismail
Heart racingly taken, stealth taxi whisked them
Latitude of escape seeped freedom's keen prevail
Struggle of forging a semblance in society
Paled compared with Jerusha' s jubilation
Diversified choice shone a light on prior piety
Ripened reap of fertile fields found by escaping
Six months settling into life saw boys blossom
School begun by bandaid kneed lads excited
Sad to have severed contact, Dad lost to them
Replaced by opportunities they were entitled
An impartial education incorporated science
In its teaching of evolving technology's input
Explanations purely made in Creation reliance
Promote terror of broken Eden original sin took
Short lived richness enjoyed by dear Jerusha
Boys' kidnap had spurred a furious response
Their father oversaw their screamed removal
Assisted by six men of member prominence
Strongest longing held her swayed relentlessly
Rainbow arranged Hot Wheels remained parked
Displayed in Ismail's obsessive pattern tendency
Teddy bear choir piled on bed, Cain's care harked
Oh God! What had she done...
Surely this was not His Way...
Jerusha's stupid decision to run
Put her heart in harpoon hooked pain
24th August
For Rob Carmack's
Cold - Quiet Now Song Poetry Contest