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I cannot breath since you left today
At our last kiss I wanted you to stay
Once you were gone I was cold as stone
A yearning took over like a chill right to the bone
It’s very complicated but it’s so easy to see
It hurts my very soul when my love is far away from me
I’m feeling very weak and faint now will this ever pass
Time ticks slowly away as I patiently stare out the glass
The hourly hesitation darkens my mind and burns in me painfully
When will you return to heal and then set me free
It’s very complicated but it’s so easy to see
It hurts my very soul when my love is far away from me
My thoughts are racing how much more is there to go
I’ll be a different person at that first glance and hello
Its all overwhelming this longing eternal desire
Our next reunion will quench pain that feels like fire
It’s very complicated but it’s so easy to see
It hurts my very soul when my love is far away from me
Your almost here to save me as I sit here frozen in this place
I’ll be elated with abounding joy when I simply see your face
You finally home to me and as always you make my heart quake
Thanks for coming to my rescue did you know my life was at stake
It’s very complicated but it’s so easy to see
It hurts my very soul when my love is far away from me
over and over
why did you leave me?
over and over
over and over
over and over
why did you bang my head against the ground?
was it my head that you were banging
or was it the ghosts you were chasing
your neverending chase of ghosts keeps trying to coincide with my bipolar mind
but i wont let it
i can conquer this and try to restore
oneness and unity
because that's alot of what bipolar is....
its separation
chaos
disorder
don't get me wrong, mother and father
I love you
I understand you
you were simply reflecting the insanity of capitalism
that you tried so hard to fight
and the higher power, whatever you want to call it
love, mercy, justice, truth
the hope of all humanity
is helping me
forgive you and
kick that apple
so damn far from that tree.
Why did that lamp lose its light?
Your thoughts taking fancy flight,
I kept it burning all night….
Why should a fresh flower die?
Pressed close to my bosom nigh,
Bare could it breathe, nor yet sigh….
What made such a river dead?
Selfish need, growing greed led
Men to build bunds on its bed.…
What snapped the string of sitar?
Tuning tight to my tune’s par,
I tensed it far oh too far….
The extreme ends oh of life,
Yon at excess dwells all strife,
Life’s to walk on edge of knife.
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Musings |12.08.2021|
Poet’s Note: Based on lyricist Gulzar’s Hindi version, Which, I understand was inspired by Rabindranath Tagore’s Bengali poem. Life sometimes poses very delicate questions. It cries out for freedom and fresh air, which often we fail to let it. We constrict it, stretch it too much. Naturally, the string of life snaps, and its delicate melodious tune gets lost.
Like the root of a tree, it may be hard to see
How we could ever truly be free.
But the bark and branches swear it’s true
Just feel how tall you’ve grown, how you grew.
You stretch toward the sun,
Looking out for everyone.
Learning storms don’t come to stay,
They only teach you how to sway.
Rings inside you mark the years,
Every joy, every fear.
Every season left a trace,
Every scar still holds its place.
You may be buried deep,
But only while you sleep.
Darkness isn’t where you end
It’s where beginnings quietly bend.
You drank from doubt, you drank from ache,
Still you chose not to break.
Still you chose to rise and breathe,
Still you chose to believe.
You’ve grown far beyond a tree,
Maybe now you’ll start to see
You were never meant to kneel,
You were born to grow and feel.
You were born to bend, not break,
Born to choose, born to make.
Born to reach past what you knew,
Born to become something true.
You’ve grown far beyond a tree,
Maybe now you’ll finally see
You were always meant to be free.
FAR THROUGH TIMES
Moving on
Moving far
Far from pain
Far from you
You pierced my heart
You tore apart
Apart it cry
Apart it bleed
Bleed profusely
Bleed until no more
More to forego
More to arise
Arise living life again
Arise laughing loud again
Again a blossom prime
Again a healthy rhyme
Rhyme magnets warmth
Rhyme striking hearts
Hearts of diamonds
Hearts of fire
Fire dance
Fire hope
Hope ablaze
Hope endless
Endless thoughts
Endless actions
Actions moving man
Actions moving souls
Souls light
Souls blessed
Blessed by love
Blessed of joy
Joy for the world
Joy to the world
World growth
World change
Change views
Change news
News now
News never
Never gets old
Never runs from battle
Battle everyday
Battle of all
All walks of life
All through times
Times writing history
Times with victory
History...
Times...
(c) Olive Eloisa
2:10pm
September 10, 2014
On an easy breezy day in a land far away, it came to pass
that a polar bear mother gave birth to a roly-poly ball of fur,
in a den dug deep into a bank of snow and earth.
No doubt, the cub wanted to go out to play in the sunlight,
but the freezing Arctic winds made it spend its days
curled up with mom, warming up next to her fur.
But before long, it was strong enough to tag along
with mom and explore the great outdoors.
And when the time came,
it was eager to scout out its frozen domain.
The glaring sunlight off the white snow hurt its eyes,
so, it had to take it nice and slow, hiding in a nook,
watching mom kill a seal and drag it back to the den.
One day snowflakes started falling from the sky,
it didn't know why, nor did it care.
However, the cold water was beckoning it to jump in,
for it instinctively knew how to swim.
It wasn't long before it paddled out to the ice flows,
its heart, beating at a steady pace.
And there it learned to hunt seals
with muscles of steel, sleek and trim.
In this land far away, polar bears are no more,
they're either in zoos to be bred,
or dead onshore.
The ice flows melted, and with no place to hunt
they disappeared without warning one morning.
(Free Verse)
8/16/2018
Hello!
Yes, I got your number from my sister.
She got it from the bulletin board at the “Stop, Shop and Save-a-lot”
I’m calling about the ad for “cleaning lady needed”
I have a couple of questions.
How many bathrooms are in the home?
I have a problem holding water. I don’t mean like, in a bucket!
I mean holding my water. When I have to go, I need a bathroom close by.
But, don’t worry, if I make wet, I’ll clean it up good, and you’d never know it.
On my last job, there were three facilities and that worked out great, except for the time
the grandbaby stuffed a tomato in the upstairs toilet and the water overflowed.
It leaked all the way down to the first floor; I felt it dripping on my head.
Boy, I cleaned that up fast, didn’t want them to blame it on me!
What’s that you say?
You didn’t post an ad to the board?
Well, could you put me through the family who did?
And hurry - I gotta go!
Thank you
Dedicated to my favorite cleaning lady, Evelyn!!!
Far from reach of the waves
I constructed a place of pearls
Huge, Beautiful and colorful
Outer layers from the white ones
While the inner has many colors
Best among them are the black ones
Seven in number, constituting a circle
A perfect one, like a rainbow with its reflection in a blue lake
Hidden from the Eyes like a pearl in the body of an oyster
It stands tall and strong on the land
A palace of my own thoughts
I walk on the soft sand
And measure the length
To which the cruel waves of the Sea can reach
Because of fear that they will destroy my castle
Wish you visit it before the waters make it theirs
And help me take it to a secure sight
(Paghunda)
Always together 24/7
Isn’t this bliss?
Isn’t this heaven?
A lot to share and care
And, at times, bare
What’s missing is
The attitude of dare
Now, you would wonder
Why and what to dare?
After all we make
Such a perfect pair
Well, dear reader
There’s a slight problem here
We are ‘virtually’ one soul
In two bodies
Enough to please
Anyone so much in love
Like the two of us
However, the oozing love
Needs to be controlled
Tomorrow’s plans
To be put on hold
The ‘extra’ in the ‘relationship’
Is the slight blip
In the smooth goings-on
The endless wait
For a new dawn
It’s someone else
Who can our future
Make or mar
A classic case of
So near, yet so far.
My brother was a real beautiful baby
and the sweetest little brother a sister could have.
He wanted to be a peacekeeper- thats what Canada is famous for,
so he enlisted and oh gosh, he did look handsome . . .
then, he left on a peacekeeping mission.
It was to a country I did not know
far away, a foreign land and a foreign war.
We watched the television at the horrific scenes of bombing- fighting,
father would tell us don't worry he's a peacekeeper . . .
as time rolled on and we accepted his dream.
Those images of roadside bombs scared me
those news cast reports of fighting breaking out all over,
of terror groups who have no value for life- theirs or anothers.
Anyone who says peacekeepers don't die is wrong . . .
I often kneel at my brothers military grave.
And lay red roses for that sweet little boy
who died a hero with dreams of peace in the world.
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May 24, 2017
Verse/A War Far Away
Copyright Protected, ID 904137
Written for the contest, Foreign War
Sponsor, Lewis Raynes
Ninth Place