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FOREVER ADELINE
Acknowledgement:
A big thank you Sam Scott from our Poetry Soup Community,
for your splendid narrative contribution.
Synopsis:
A story of unrequited love that began in childhood.
Despite the passage of time, his love remained hauntingly
painful even after she fell in love with another.
Aloft on wings of rhapsody, together spirits soar
Wild, untamed and sensuous, just like a lion's roar.
HOW LONG AGO IT SEEMS THE TWO OF YOU FIRST MET
AS TIME IS RENDERED MEANINGLESS
OR TIMELESS, BETTER YET
Though in that Timeless moment, along came winds of change
Love swiftly rearranged, but what it WAS, remained
Oh, Adeline, so fair and bright,
Eyes, like stars, shine with delight,
Oh fickle heart, now you await
your new love's sweet embrace
Blinded by the callous cad, you foolishly don't resist
In the quench of love's allure, Time does not exist
His loving lips will not reveal your new love's promiscuous charms
Intoxicated, unrepentantly, he sways to others' wanton arms.
Across the bronze Sienna shores and blissful sea breeze skies,
He ever trails your hungry heart through
his own saddened eyes.
Oh, Adeline in Twilight's Hush,
where shadows dance and play,
A tale of love and longing
When Night succumbs to Day
Oh, Adeline, will it be
mere friendship, he would fain?
To be just a deliverer of love notes,
a job he will disdain
Oh, Adeline ~ Sweet Adeline
At every glance - a secret shared,
his every word - love unsaid,
In every touch - a fire dared
HOW LONG AGO IT SEEMS ~ THE TWO OF YOU FIRST MET
AS TIME IS RENDERED MEANINGLESS
OR TIMELESS, BETTER YET
Chansons ne sont que chansons
Quand on écrit de l'amour
Comment d'écrire des chansons
De la femme qui est l'amour?
English translation from above:
Songs are just songs
When we write about love
How do you write songs
Of the woman who is Love?
OH, ADELINE ~ SWEET ADELINE
by Maria Williams ©
Background garden images taken on our recent visit to the amazing
Hunter Valley Gardens, Sydney, Australia
Musicians
Harp - Rolando Cristaldo
Violins: Fátima Benítez
Celeste Osorio
Prayers for Greater Rains
David J Walker
I am no
Stranger to this land
I know each name
Of the forest of grasses
In the trails carved of rain
And the crease of crevasses
that travail the passes to the
Mesa’s that fain the same calling
As far away snowcapped mountains
That refrain from falling down
And bowing to the
Torrents of wind
That are back again
To claim
The exposed framework of
Plowed farmlands exposed by
Farm-men
Who live in the holiness and
loneliness of the red dust
of their own making
solitude for the taking
I am no
Stranger to the pains
Of bowing to demands of
Of living off the lands
Of meager means and smaller gains
And that which remains
Of the prayers for grater rains
"For those who love with heart and soul, there is no such thing as separation"
~By Rumi
Decked in floral wreaths and crown
as I lay in state among family and friends
with my spirit wading through strands forlorn
where lamps shone bright in celestial gleam
bordering a land of bliss out of mortal reach
where neither canker blights, nor flowers wilt
where sorrow never enters and all shall be blest
where each head like the sun aureoled
where God in all His glory doth reign
I saw through my slumber deep, as through a veil
my loved ones grieving great, my journey
unreturned to an untravelled land.
There was crying and whining, sighing and sobbing
in stirring memory of days in all goodness spent
and of bonds stretching beyond life's rim
which set me feel sick of where I was and where I wasn't
so fain to go, so fain to stay,
like a spinning midge,
my spirit veered high and low
between Heaven and Earth
between Mortality and Immortality.
a helium balloon buoyant in the air.
What I know I cannot divulge
because I should not know it.
I snuck a look in secret
without you knowing.
Now my knowing torments me
as you don't know about it yet.
I cannot tell you about it.
Should I hasten your discovery;
will this reveal my secret?
How can I fain surprise
when I already know?
Will my quick response reveal
my foreknowledge?
I wish I had never snuck a look
in the envelope, as it has left me in
'no go land' with mine fields all around me.
I was only trying to help,
but now I am helpless
in a trap of my own making.
A nowhere man in no go land.
Human nature
I’m a human, you’re a human
Can’t we all just be humane?
Why is it that we act poorly?
Or even blatantly insane?
We are getting worse than ever
Animalistic at its best
Time is mad at human nature
So she puts us to the test
All the lessons, all the teachings
The experience, the proof
Was in fain, it served no purpose
Wickedness goes through the roof
I’m a human, you’re a human
Whether different our race
Whether different our color
Whether different our face
What has happened to our glory?
What has happened to our crown?
Hear the sighs of our Creator
On his forehead a deep frown
At the start of our creation
We were honored, we were blessed
We were made to be the rulers
We were put higher than the rest
And below us were the creatures
This now sounds funny in retrospect
Please explain human behavior
When only we have intellect
Blessings have become a hazard
Most of them have been misused
And for that we thankless humans
Will for sure not be excused
Human nature is corrupted
And with time it worsens more
Keep holding on all you goodhearted
One day the Maker will restore.
Wendy Nipas
The redamancy flowed from within,
jumping down the line,
the nacarat sun;
blinding the ones alive,
listen to the canorous sounds;
blowing in the wind,
even though they are flagitious,
their nature seems forced,
how vociferous they can be;
lacking intrinsic will,
dripping with such disabuse,
we are fairly full of commination;
thus, we must sashay in the other direction,
the dreadful dream of flying free,
receiving nothing, yet staying fain;
their misery is effable at best,
dropping left, flipping right,
their beginning was left behind;
deep within the past of time,
any and all forgetting their Elysian minds.
Gloriously "FAKE" Early Boyhood
Yah, ma brew their,
and American sister golden hair -
afar and away
book as aye ken ream hem bar,
yea when yar whiz jist a bay
bee, hun me
verily hoppy goo
loo key lil boy whar 'r each day
o'r flowed with giddiness oot nar the
secluded Harris estuary
frolicked amidst muscled shoals
gnome hatter sky turned
f'ty shades o' gray
hawk cool when
barf heat squished sand
hall lung pristine beach hooray
ah...those memories (hmm...oh...well)
wii ch war newt mine,
boot bar rowed fur room Jay
son and argonauts cave his Oh kay
seance ah waz tip poor
tuff ford me own may
mar ease, noon thee lass nay
var tha lease, aye fain tis eyes hub boat
hoof "FAKE" sea
yuck rat passageway
along tha loon lee coo west
hove yar hug quay
thee pass sea if 'ick Ou shin sum
moo with as ray
dee aunt gull lass oon lake now win me
daughter ring auld age aye
wharf heal moss elf ill eagle
red dee tug hoe bye
bye, cuz hive eel
emotionally frenzied, harried,
and jangled as if
o'er dost hay'n reedy to die
on barb bit char writs eye
lichen to a class five
Saffir-Simpson Hurricane, no...no...no...
methinks oh pen hee van
thar iz a big oop stares "guy"
seen 'm once, when we booth said "Hi"
aye whiz juiced up t'har - me no lie,
what, a stripling lad,
(thus jist man hedge gin my
flat hand outstretched wheel nigh
fin gars call loess tug getter try
tou pet yar palm awk
coo pull hove feet
fur him tha floor),
now (NOT FAKE) chalk
wii ch hide id hawk
daring ma prime er skool daze
didst slip smooth white
totally tubular woo din
lock (like) thin small
round joint long stalk
con vein y'ant lee a'signed
tuck clap 'race ears oot side den maze
wen axed bite t'eat char, me Noah talk!
O vapor of the ether;
Of noctilucent clouds:
Drain, rain, in a fever?
Thy contents void on crowds?
Dark fire, burn through dragon teeth!
Swarms of men destroy!
Belladonna, wrap in wreath!
Mandrake to employ!
At harvest-time, bloodlet like spring?
Festive gathering?
O for fairies wrapped in ring!
How the end can sting!
Wizard, wild as weather?
Tornado, come and go...
We can be together?
Caw, O carrion crow!
Empty are the timelines?
They're open, but who knew?
Grape of wrath on withered vine...
Hope, what must I do?
Honesty? Well, thus cliche.
Sun, melt with thy ray!
Hated are the games we play!
How the hounds must bay!
Trail off, O ye curses.
Things aren't as gloomy black!
Certain, curtain? Thy verses!
Nothing else to pack!
Fly, O brave adventurer!
Fortune you must seek!
Faith! Good choices! Sound and sure!
Through the future peek!
Knowledge? This may not exist.
Wisdom you have got!
Hold thy wand and flick thy wrist!
Death summon on spot!
Enemies! These are everywhere!
Wicked, yes, and vile!
With the end you must not spare?
Ramp, reel, reconcile...
Then, though shadows loom about;
Will, without a doubt...
Fain do challengers lose bout?
Skill they are without?
Head off thorny paradox!
Speak right from the heart!
Sunny are the golden phlox?
Flavors fine a-tart.
Develop! Deception?
Practice, but don't preach!
O black magic, stun or shun?
Bale and ne'er beseech...
Whether a totally
tubular ordinary day, or...hmm...
perhaps at the
approach of yuletide,
one need not go
far and wide
across the webbed world
to experience being unified,
this quasi motto maxim of sorts
analogous to auld
sanity clause trailguide
motivates me to
seek if necessary
all the way to Telluride
to attempt Swiss-side
enlightenment with every stride,
thus please feel free
and clear to chat streamside
ideally at springtide,
yea your welcome, yes do
respond to this snide
loner if game to chess das side
to accompany this gadabout
(once pawn a time) rook
key nada so longfellow
wordsworth king rustler,
yup, who still attests
to occupy ringside
available vacancy for queenside
guest of honor, (gnome hatter
if ye happen tubby pride
full favoring an effeminate
poetic guy), also...provide
ding no aversion toward
this moon face planetwide,
Martian hood doth bleach blonde
his hair with peroxide,
this lapsed lose zoo lee
errant knight well,
that could pose a minor
drag) hubble restraint,
I would override,
but actually this ring
around the collar, (sans whiskey
perspiration at noontide),
drunkard, (that's when
my late morning gets broken)
yea...way offset from nationwide
conformity, nonetheless huff
fain tuff fellowship with me,
a chap who doth not arise
before the crack of noon
lest inside his noggin
oozes like a mudslide,
(which on May 31, 1889
washed away Johnstown, Pennsylvania),
the damn burst (like
a Led Zeppelin),
and roared down the mountainside
triggered (human sited) landslide
decimating, leveling, and uprooting,
every friggin gabled
house along hillside,
which essentially created massive graveside.
4.
Each dawn, the cold steps back a pace,
In the lengthening light the cold steps back
As the lands rise fresh and free from deathlike sleep again,
To play the full young mother dressed in life itself,
Strolling through the warming, waxing sun.
Growth and generation give the lie
To the empty time, short before
Everything renewed proclaims exoneration from stasis
Breauty runs riot, freed from its long waiting
To declare its immortality again.
For he and she love grows anew
In hopes reborn spring's thaw
The heart's slow healing gathers force with the blooming
As they pull the threads of their lives back together,
Sewing them closer with trust and forgiveness,
Going on again in the thousand-odd ways
That make a single life of two.
Love trumpets again in smug triumph
Through the wakening world,
For it too is one of the old, strong forces,
The one that holds together what would fain break itself apart
To its own rack and ruin;
The ultimate surgeon,
Healing with slow steely cuts
Cauterizing the strangely sweet wells of pain
With unquenchable fire
That burns,
Promethean.