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Rumi said, “The minute I heard my first love story, I started looking for you.”
And how ancient tales can still feel true.
The odyssey of my heart began with barely a clue—
then there you were on stage,
and then… then I knew:
my searching ended with you.
Vivacious Vee, rare as a golden diamond you are to me.
Your presence is sweet ambrosia nourishing my soul;
with you, the future feels already foretold.
You are the oxygen sustaining my flaming coal.
“I” is for inimitable—my phenomenal frau.
I could search high and low,
wade through sand and snow,
and still find no wonder on this earth
with a smile as beautiful, as luminous as yours.
Confidence is what your mind and body exude—
never one to stagnate or brood.
To understand, you display presidential patience;
to forgive, you wield wisdom that extinguishes every feud.
Taste sweet as philter’d wine with an addicting scent,
like a whisper of vanilla drifting through a vineyard at sunset.
If I could bottle your essence,
I’d promise to keep it
and label it Victoria’s Secret.
Omnipresent is the connection of our yearning souls,
waiting to unite and once again be set ablaze.
Our highest moments are still untold;
The Great Liberators will be our hymns in future days.
Ravenous is my heart when your energy stokes its conflagration,
burning inside me, shaping new cosmic creations.
A passion even time will never sate—
only tamed by the sweet taste of your sun-kissed nape.
Impossible… maybe forever ineffable to describe
these heart-strings of enigma
that overwhelm my chest with warmth and purpose—
the greatest phenomenon unobservable by the eyes.
At times I ponder
what magnanimous deeds
my past life must have done
for God to bless me with your heavenly presence.
Rumi… I did it. I found the one.
Fin.
My Enemy
From my time I have learned
It is not republican or democrats
king or queens
That shall determine my fate
It is not the color of ones skin
That makes them who they are
Or which religion one serves
Or which corner
They choose to worship
It is not the feud
Of which life matters
It is not this worlds
view in life that withstands
And it's not what race I was born into
It is not the division
This world strives to create
For in this time
I have come to learn
My worst enemy
Is me not surrending
Unto the creator of the all and all
It is only us that separates
Us from the love you never known
For you will see no color
Or care which race
You where born into
For we are all God's creation
And he wants to live
In each of us
That we might reveal
To others the love he has for us
If you are still reading
I pray the Lord
Enters and dwells within
That he might become more
And we shall become less
And be a light
To a world that lives in
Darkness
I love you all
It feels muted.
Like a bubbling ache, miming the mince of my patronising murk.
The peevish petulance of my prejudice prompts an abandoned frugality so thinned to a destined demise.
Unlaced.
Untied.
Undone.
A portal so honed to the residual refine of my extinction.
The sterling silver glints off the ashen sheds of my abandoned flesh; she looks like a platter.
Each serving an amortisation to the segments of my pestilent seethe.
Every atom of her making nurtures a barbaric famine to the fester of her feud.
Each larceny a sacrificial suckle for the prosperity of her condemn.
I feel my ruins spewing in a sovereign decay of a cataclysm so heinous in its destruction.
So sinister in its devaluation.
So predatory in its death.
It feels muted; all my days blending one.
All my days blending into the countdown to my censure.
My day of reckoning.
What once was straight, delightful and pure,
Has lost all of its stripes,
It’s become the colour of a beautiful war,
The colour of a beautiful fight,
Where those in my mind argue and feud,
About whatever they want,
Choosing to become a misty dark cloud,
Made up of whatever they’ve got,
And the words they use conflict about love,
“I like it”, “No, I actually don’t”,
“It doesn’t matter”, “Yes it does”, “I’m fine”, “No I’m not”,
“I don’t want it”, “But I want it the most”,
These arguing thoughts they conflict all day long,
It’s how I feel when I’m deep down inside,
It’s when part of me says “Yes” when the other says “No”,
In my conflicting emotional mind.
womankind has been around for a while
hypno-teasing men with her wicked smile
been known by many names starting with Eve
Boadicea, Cleopatra and Genevieve
she can fly-by-night, be out with the bats
purring and prowling with sly slinky cats
never a tame girl, sometimes receptive
with hidden secrets, deep and deceptive
see her in twilight, creature in the dark
flames flickered when she was Joan of Arc
think she has been here for just a few years?
think again, them hills they flow with her tears
woman has been teacher for aeons of time
wrote most of " Homer ", taught Plato to rhyme
as Archimedes' hand-maid, she had a laugh
when he shouted " Eureka, get me out of the bath! "
around when Adam gave out those spare ribs
her name is on parchment writ with rare nibs
her time here with us, a mere interlude
battles over centuries, a bitter feud
with men from the past and future I'm told
man on her arm, just her latest cuckold
well-rounded dame or seriously slim
cheerful demeanour or chief sister grim
close-quarter woman talking loud and fast
words over-taking like a blast from the past
so hard to keep up, so hard to break in
leave you behind in the wake of her din!
what's this I hear, is she now slowing down
pausing for men, is she wearing a frown?
perhaps she's starting to shuffle the deck
departure dreaming on a very long trek
maybe no point in moving on once more
the greater challenge is here at the door
as men they shout " I am invincible
I've the biggest Archimedes Principle! "
late at night she now walks the floorboards
seeking a new role, a song with new chords
" where and when will I go, who will I be
will I stay in this land or else oversea ? "
men of the future and men of the past
treasure this woman as head of the cast
whenever, wherever, whoever you are
she will always twinkle, shine like a star
bring her some chocolate, bring her some wine
make sure she stays and has a good time
but watch at midnight in case she's outside
all alone by the road hitching a ride
silver moonbeam and finest curb crawler
then down to the port and onto a trawler
far out to sea where she thinks of those days
when Gods fought Neptune for sight of her gaze
Famished and flagging footsoldiers;
facing fatigue, fitful fever,
faeces and foul, foetid fungi.
Fostering feelings, frustrated,
for this faraway, foreign field.
Forays so fraught with fine failure;
forfeiting furtive and fiendish,
fatally fettered from the first.
Forged by such fatuous fawners,
for folly to feud for a field.
Forced forwards with fleetness of foot;
firearms flash and fragments fly far,
feigning the firmament aflame.
Forces fight so ferociously,
fratricide set free on this field.
Forthright and filial feelings;
families of fine forefathers,
fought fiercely, for fear we’d forget.
Familiar flora forms focus,
for the fallen in Flanders Field.
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8 syallables on every line (www.howmanysyllables.com)
November 2018
Entered in Brian Strand's "Contest No 515".
(1st Place)
I wanted to do something special - and a bit different - to mark the centenary of the end of The Great War (11 November 1918). This poem is dedicated to all the brave souls lost defending freedom during that terrible conflict (and all conflicts since).
We hate each other's point of view.
We beg to differ to avoid a blew.
We reach across the deep chasm divide,
To sit for a time on the other side.
Yet we are friends, despite all this,
Content to pretend that ignorance is bliss.
As we set our differences aside,
Hold space to hear and let our feud slide.
We enjoy this game we jointly play,
Where trust and doubt have their way.
We frenemies are both foe and friend
With an ironic paradox that will never end.
So, let's drink to ties that bind
Us together, twisted, and intertwined.
As friend and enemy threads over-sewn
To interlock our relationship set in stone.
9/17/18
"Blues""
They don't even notice a new you
Ooooo
They keep looking at me like I'm cuckoo
Boo-hoo
Who knew
I'd have such bad juju
All that's left is a doll used for voodoo
Any day now I'm due to
Evolve into Mewtwo
Then I'll be a guru
Just love me, since very few do
Nothing I said is voulu
I’m looking for a nice girl that can dance in a tutu
Her name doesn't have to be Lulu
Taking a cruise
Got the blues
My grasp on reality, I'm starting to lose
No longer minding my P’s and Q’s
Continuing to booze
And snooze
Had to pay my dues
Can't follow the clues
Must be missing a few screws
Heart beaten black and blue
An endless ooze
Of blood followed by a bruise
Not a single soul whose
Able to walk a mile in my shoes
No longer amused
Or Enthused
At a rapid rate I consume
Substances being abused
Aghh, I'm so confused
To tell the truth, it's of no use
Because I've always been doomed
Overhead a black cloud loomed
And there was endless gloom
I Improved
Then fell back and lost my groove
She sent me nudes
Of much more than her boobs
To me and ten other dudes
Then she had an attitude
And wanted to feud
Because I wasn't in the mood
To put up with bull, go ahead and call it rude
Whew!
For you
I made more than room
And then boom
There you were marrying a man born with a silver spoon
Able to literally buy you anything underneath the stars and moon
Picking flowers that recently bloomed
To whom
It may regard, may this lead you to a boon
With something so very opportune
Got to keep making moves
After what I choose
All while sampling different foods
Nearby a lagoon
Just following my own tune
Looking up at the moon
While atop a dune
Time has once again proved
That from the picture, I've already been removed
It's okay because this afternoon
It will all be over soon
Be fearless, don't think about criteria.
Stop with the feud within yourself, with your own self-inflicted bacteria.
Be fearless, sing that song you wrote.
You will feel light, like when the wind is giving that kite the ability to float.
Be fearless, dance like a captivating ballerina.
You will feel free, like a bird soaring through the morning sky, one bright day in Argentina.
Be fearless, fall in love with the one that makes your heart sing.
You will feel peace and complete, like the Northern Lights when it fills up the night sky.
Be fearless, go after what it is you exactly want.
You will have no regrets, like eating a freshly baked croissant, while feeling at ease and completely nonchalant.
'Twas the night before Christmas, and insomnia befell,
No creature was stirring, but my thoughts are pell-mell.
Would the family squabbles and feuds come with the cheer?
Would I have to drown them out, with too much beer?
The smile and wave diversion has limited worth?
How long can my mirth defray my feeling good dearth?.
I flit like a butterfly, I sting like a bee.
But, my hands can't hit what my eyes can't see.
It's all so jovial, with all folks tongues tied.
Letting slip barbs tongue-in-cheek that lied.
Lips forced into clenched fist clamped smiles.
With forget-me-knots shrouded as wait-a-whiles.
The reindeers were laughing, stopping on the roof,
as I downed another draught of whiskey high-proof.
A hangover is a sure-fire cure to help me cope,
with the downhill slide to the slippery slope.
'Twas the night before Christmas, and I'm awake,
fearing the family feud sparring earthquake.
My mind is churning over past disputes, give-and-take,
and how to avoid ruining the day with a silly mistake.