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when he spoke
words broke like glass between his teeth
14 minutes past 8PM 7 weeks after the red river
in his brain ran almost dry
he the acidic and sullen shadow of his youth
turned to me
(one side of his face a landslide of flesh
frozen into freefall
thus i won't mimic the inarticulate sound of it)
look after your mother
and my ten year old self nodding
wishing i were not there
then she who had married this man to protect her
plus one boychild from a condemning Catholic family
and a rabid priesthood
having thus become a widow at 37
being only 5 feet high in her pumps
also as slim as a whippet
turned to drink dying quickly of a gastric ulcer
never mind her failing liver
no wonder
i turned out more angular then an open razor
biting every hand that fed body and mind
thinking that same hand would one day turn against me
as it usually did
but i unable to stop my breakneck race to personal destruction
until poetry found me wandering a bitter earth
it entering my soul one turbulent night wailing like
a hungry infant which i fed and carried for years
not knowing i needed it much more than it needed me
and so
we ate broken glass together until
words bled into red flowers floating upon a river
that flowed through my brain
Captured you in chore of my heart
I love you most, Oh, my sweetheart !
Darling, I can't let you apart.
You are the light to show me way !
Since your light flashed to penetrate
my heart, I'm prompt to captivate
that with black hole love as my fate !
I won't allow any delay.
Doesn't matter, you love me or not
Your light has already been caught.
To absorb, black hole love has fought.
Your light can't escape : any way !
My black hole imprisoned you
Pull of black hole to continue.
May be your response is still due-
but I’m sure, you’ll love me, some day
My black hole love is aggressive
By nature I am possessive
May be, I’m not that impressive,
just failing my self to display.
Whatever may be the reason
My black hole love is genuine
Amour of black hole to entwine
you with me : I am loud to say.
FAKE IS AWAKE
Is nature becoming unnatural
Some may think it could be so
What words or images are real
Levers pulled to make one feel
As the metaverse will still grow
One almost needs an epidural
A.I is close to that singularity
As no-one knows what is true
And if left to its own devices
Brings us ever closer to a crisis
All accepting the current view
And will recognise no disparity
Whether political or academic
Arguments cannot be resolved
Big Brother is now the only way
Follow the programme for today
Even raw truth has now evolved
As fake news becomes endemic
Some may recall what nature was
Not just the land, oceans and sky
But also things we all understood
Not forced to accept it was good
Now, few care if you start to cry
Failing to meet the Wizard of Oz
I
Hear the bouncing of the balls--
Basketballs!
What a sound of merriment they cause when each ball falls!
How they echo, echo, echo,
Inside the gymnasium walls,
Arriving at a crescendo
While the spectators shout “Bravo!”
Drowning the referee’s calls;
And the players start
To make their last dart
Amidst the reverberation ricocheting off the stalls
From the balls, balls, balls, balls,
Balls, balls, balls--
From the bouncing and the dribbling of the balls.
II
Hear the ticking of the balls,
Ping-pong balls!
What a soft and easy sound comes from their bounce and rolls!
In the crowded room that’s bright
How they fill it with delight!
Like the ticking of a clock,
Steady but fast,
Or the picking of a lock,
What tune they make with their ceaseless tick-tock,
Until at last--
Oh, what a miss that appalls
The audience that has remained speechless in the halls
How it falls!
How it scrolls!
And the erring player rolls
His fists at his own pitfalls
By the swinging and his missing
To hit the balls, balls, balls
The balls, balls, balls, balls,
Balls, balls, balls--
To hit the light and small and saffron ping-pong balls!
III
Hear the loud thud of the balls--
Volleyballs!
What feeling of suspense is caused by their great falls!
Across the nets stretched tight
How they gracefully take flight!
The watchers anticipating,
Who would win they keep waiting,
Breathlessly.
Until the umpire from his platform blows a long shrill whistle,
And the balls drop on the ground like useless heads of missile.
Then tempers start to bristle
In the air there is a rustle
From both player and spectator
To win the set or never
Hold the trophy covetously.
Oh, the balls, balls, balls--
"Pick them up!" the umpire bawls.
Once again
The balls are hit, tossed, and passed
And the game goes on full blast
While the players on each side dare not complain
Yet the audience fully knows
By the spiking
And the digging
How the game would sooner close.
Who would be covered in palls
Suffer beating,
‘Cause of losing,
And forced to receive catcalls
For dismally failing to score and keep afloat the balls,
The volleyballs--
The volleyballs, balls, balls, balls,
Balls, balls, balls--
In the scrambling and the spiking of the balls!
March 18, 2023
Oh, mighty ISIS.
Embers fanned that once burned bright,
Merge within the twilight sky.
Now turn to dust as all things must,
As another day passes by.
Shadows lengthen their ghostly form,
Feeding off the failing light.
For one by one to be consumed,
With the coming of the night.
Your face to touch without stretched pose,
Childlike to hold its light,
For beauty doth betwixt us so,
in your robe of pearl white.
Reprised once more the shadows rise,
Again, to walk this land.
they too seem captivated,
Your soldiers to command.
Your wonder still amazes so,
As you glide among the stars.
That pale and gentle softening light,
Bringing hope and love desires.
For whom all to see yet silent,
You sail the river of the night,
Oh, ISIS of the sleeping hours,
Please guide us with your light.
© N windle 2019
Lost in the shambles of a broken stream
Emotions failing and affections locked-in
Just in the nick of giving up
You swirled in and played the cop
It was all good at first feelings glowed
It got all bad as false feelings showed
Just like a switch married to the wall
You turned me on then turned me off
You made me believe, love can be selfless.
You made me believe, love can be selfish.
You made me believe, love can be real pure.
You made me believe, love can be so dark.
Once, your smile beams on me with luck
Once, your voice rendered my heart unlocked
Once, your giggles expel everywhere my sadness lurks
Once, there was light now darkness lurks
Though I be concerned with what you feel
What you really want is not even real
Once upon a time there was a you
Once upon a time, I'm glad I got to love you
In Asgard, kingdom of the mighty God Odin
A place awaits all battle fallen warrior heroes
It's in Valhalla where there is endless feasting
And an ending of all griefs and sorrows
The Valkyries, Odin's warrior daughters
Carry the fallen heroes from the battlefield
To Valhalla to join other fallen warriors
Where they are restored to life fully healed
Each day the warriors fight on Asgard's plain
Their battle skills to sharpen and maintain
Every evening wounds and injuries they sustain
Are healed and each warrior made whole again
They dine on liquor and fresh cooked meat
That is always in great abundance for all
Providing a delicious gourmet treat
At Odin's banquet in Valhalla's dining hall
July 18, 2014
Addition:
Here is the poem which aroused my childhood interest in the Vikings, and to
which I referred in my reply to Shadow. I would like to share it with others.
It is "The Sea King's Burial" by Charles Mackay. It recalls the days when a
Viking chief died and his body was placed in a boat. The vessel with full sail
set and a fire lighted, was then sent drifting out to sea. It is a long poem so I
am only quoting the first and last verses:
My strength is failing fast
(Said the sea-king to his men).
I shall never sail the seas
Like a conqueror again,
But while yet a drop remains
Of the life-blood in my veins
Raise, oh, raise me from my bed,
Put the crown upon my head,
Put my good sword in my hand,
And so lead me to the strand,
Where my ship at anchor rides
Steadily;
If I cannot end my life
In the crimsoned battle-strife
Let me die as I have lived,
On the sea.
.......................................
Once alone a cry arose,
Half of anguish, half of pride,
As he sprang upon his feet,
With the flames on every side.
"I am coming! " said the king,
Where the swords and bucklers ring,
Where the warrior lives again,
Where the souls of mighty men
And the weary find repose,
And the red wine ever flows,
I am coming, great -All-Father,
Unto thee!
Unto Odin, unto Thor,
And the strong, true hearts of yore:
I am coming to Valhalla
O'er the sea."
http://www.rampantscotland.com/poetry/blpoems_seaking.htm
When your life’s journey starts down its final hill,
and your suitcase of memories is heavily filled,
you will want those contents to be of things that you’ve done
and not of those journeys never begun.
Even memories of failing at things that you tried,
lessons learned at which you had cried,
beat wishes that you had done a lot more -
opportunities left at memory’s door.
You want memories of adventure and pushing the edge;
Memories of surprises to which you were led;
Memories of daring at new attempts to fly;
Memories of a stomach full of butterflies.
Memories can be made at any time, but when you have to sit down to rest,
memories made during life’s prime will be the memories that you like the best.
So, take the advice you hear this older man say;
Get off your butt and go make a memory today.
May 10 Scripture Meditations Based on Psalms 54-56
Key Verse – Psalm 55:22 Cast thy burden upon the LORD, and he shall sustain thee: he shall never suffer the righteous to be moved.
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR SUSTAINING ME
Thank You for sustaining me with Your strengthening
You’re my Helper on Whom I’m confidently leaning…
My faith clings to Your truth from where I’m learning
When apprehensive midst biblical refining.
Thank You for sustaining me with Your upholding
You’re my Deliverer from troubles and backsliding…
My soul seeks Your goodness’ unfolding
When weary midst heavy loading.
Thank You for sustaining me with Your supplying
You’re my Provider, granting my needs in praying…
My body rests in Your refreshment’s laying
When tired midst holy trying.
Thank You for sustaining me with Your keeping
You’re my Guard against pride’s leaping…
My step follows Your leadership’s gripping
When bored midst worldly clasping.
Thank You for sustaining me with Your counselling
You’re my Teacher, instructing with wisdom’s fueling…
My mind longs for Your Word’s filling
When failing midst fainting’s pulling.
Thank You for sustaining me with Your warming
You’re my Lover against foes, grievously harming…
My heart stays in Your caring affirming
When afflicted midst sinful storming.
May 10, 2022
Raise my butts voice to signal dismissal
In the congregation of adversaries to blow the night whistle
Raise my butts trumpet in its entirety
In order to grant grace unto genuine liberty
For You are my never failing stir--
The reliable and blindly open demur
Fit in my butts to sit down in peace
And relax in grace even in the face of tease
Fit in my butts to learn more of treasure
And fight beyond possiblity off pleasure
For You are my reason behind my mind's cage
Dating fun and scope's limitations to age
Set up for the next class at will my butts
To view no more from the angle of my nuts
Set up the classic raiding crusade for my buttocks
To sit not cowardly in the earth and heaven barracks
For You are the charges deposited in my ability
Before thee-- thou creepy and shady civility
In the midst of the past glory
Let my butts not sit in its story
In the light of troubling care
Let my butts learn of no fear
For You are my standing Warrior
Against life's irresistible barrier