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a poem …
is a story unto itself -
an amalgam of glyphs and syntax
arranged with carets and diacritical marks
and woven with creative purpose
to paint with phrase -
to decorate life’s canvas with
the colors of words
and fringe the common with
uncommon art …
it has taken a lifetime, yet
for me to comprehend the aims of
your hearts and directed efforts
though it has been gazing clearly
into my being for
more years than I care to count
but now I see without aberration or err
what your combined endeavors
were focused upon …
I am so much more than your child -
so much more than procreation
I am the word and phrase and
punctuation of
all you could interpret and instruct
I am the rhythm and meter of
your knowledge and wit
I am the ordered stanzas of
your hopes and wishes
and the story of your stories …
I am what I am because of you -
because you took the best of all
you had ever experienced
and wove it into my soul
to create art from mere flesh -
to mold blood and marrow into a
being of perfect imperfection
to order the words and phrases and
rhythms of your lives
into something of worth and repletion
and though I am as flawed as
a human can be,
I am also precious
simply because you loved me -
because you made me the creation of
your best intent …
I thank you, Mom and Dad
with my life, entire
and with all my remembrances
for I am your story
your painting of words …
your poem.
Reflections
Reflecting upon – it is a dangerous game for one to play
for it leads to flawed judgements – unreasonable expectations
for expectations are seldom realizes or met by others.
Expectations are difficult to live up to, by others or by ones self.
Images projected, those reflections are often built upon fantasies,
illusions, delusions that distort or blind the perceiver to a reality.
Personal history is just that – personal – and not a measuring stick
by which to quantify, see, judge, to comprehend what is here and now
nor is it the mirror by which to bring forward – into the future.
Judge not but by that which is in the moment – the here and now.
Yesterday is history, it’s past, not the story upon which to create – today.
Today is all we have !, yesterday is gone !, - tomorrow is promised to no one !
B. J. “A” 2
January 12th 2007
Even if yours truly could repeat every grade...
Without fail, I would flunk preschool
farcical scenario aside
truthfully, metaphorically, emphatically
resigned to life as replayed
male live violent scullery maid
forced to spend existence locked
within veritable grotesque
dragon filled dungeon paid
existential dues many times over
horrible nightmarish masquerade
eternal punishment cruel fate
refuses to trade
redemption condemning freedom to fade
prefiguring edge of night
mental dark shadows shade
purposefulness reduced trite
poetry without reasonable rhyme
sole recourse to vent bitter tirade
black bile coursing thru
at woebegone permanently delayed
jollity sabotaged travesty
utter ignominious parade,
no surprise violent rage
bubbles up inside decayed
corporeal flesh, where psyche slayed
fledgling inchoate willpower
self destructive courtesy inherited
ignoble misdeeds displayed
havoc struck in utero a frayed
fetus, where mutated
deoxynucleic acid double helix played
out flawed biological blueprint
fetish, obsession, and zealot
regarding straggly tangled mane
salt and pepper grayed
quiescent, indifferent, and ambivalent
once upon a time
flirted deadly escapade
sought out anorexia nervosa
frankly zapped, starved, and
deprived critical decade
destructive, imperative, and operative
diabolical, inimical, and maniacal aide
de camp conspiring, kickstarting,
snapchatting umbilical cord strangling
again allegorical besieging enfilade
machine gunning, fueling,
and endowing tirade
erupted earlier today – 4:00 A.M.
spouse, racket she made
November 25th, 2019 waylaid
ordinary placid quiescent ruminative...
state, whereat as iterated I conveyed
or tried to elaborate intense anguish
thorny debacle arose
filleted here at Grosse and Quade
owned Schwenksville property.
This year apart from celebration
Why not aim for eternal jubilation
A life with Christ after salvation
Make a resolve to read Bible every day
Understand what it wishes to convey
Practice same for joyous doomsday
Gracious Lord came down to earth
As of goodness there was dearth
Wanted to bestow all a life of mirth
Every line of Bible, it's preaching
A perfect way of life it is teaching
If followed gives bliss far-reaching
Don't just say happy birthday to God
Understand your actions that are flawed
Practice scriptures lead life unflawed
That's the best gift you can give to Him
Your suffering it will dim, joy will brim
Effortlessly through life you'll swim
Never mind one's feet of clay, for not one soul is perfect.
Never mind what political party one swears allegiance to.
Never mind all the crazy things one says from time to time.
Never mind what sex one comes home to, or makes love to.
Never mind what name one calls God; if one knows God or not
What matters above all; one's inner humanity. We're all flawed yet special!
Submitted for...
Bite-Size Poem No.9 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Line Gauthier
Date written: 06/26/2021
I listened to a conversation I didn't mean to enter
but an evil sneer sent in my friend's direction
led me to speak before I realized it was a mistake.
In defense of my spiritual sister,
and the Truth of God's Word,
I very calmly asked a stranger
why he believed the Bible was wrong.
His response was a finger, shaken in my face
and unsavory words I'd not repeat.
I shook the dust from my feet and turned away.*
But before I was able to take two steps,
the stranger continued to rant,
"You know the Bible is out of date.
It doesn't matter what it says!"
I sighed, took a breath and said a silent prayer.
"Sir, if you will kindly allow me to say a word or two,
I'll continue our discussion in a peaceful manner."
He looked uncertain, so I began to speak of my beliefs,
but he stopped me in mid-sentence and said,
"That's nonsense! I don't want to hear any more."
I learned long ago that a soft answer turns away wrath,
but a harsh word stirs up anger,** so I said, "Have a good day."
He smirked as though he'd won a victory in a game of Chess,
looking at me as if I were a loser, a pawn, and he a king,
so besotted with himself, thinking he had won.
There was a grin on his face, laced with honied contempt.
I nodded to my friend, and she concurred with me,
leaving at this moment was what we had to do,
knowing in our hearts, it's what God expected of us.
I allowed the stranger to wear a hollow crown
in which there is no honor, no triumph or glory.
I didn't say, "Sir, your reasoning is flawed."
With one more Divine inspired thought I'd have said,
"Checkmate," but it would've been a waste of time
to throw my pearls before the feet of swine..."***
I recalled, "Whoever exalts himself will be humbled,
and whoever humbles himself will be exalted."****
With enlightenment right in front of him,
he refused to see that his reality is merely a fantasy,
so in darkness he remains... His shallowness betrayed
what his heart may have spiritually enfolded.
How unfortunate and tragic it is to me, that blind ones
are concerned about nothing more than winning a battle
but fail to comprehend the reason for the war.
October 12, 2021
The High Road Contest
Sponsor: Gina McIntosh
* Matthew 10:14 ** Proverbs 15:1
*** Matthew 7:6 ****Matthew 23:12
PART 5
The creation of this man I’ve become – in her eyes – this overly flawed, overly sad, overly sensitive negative man, can it be ?, another projection ( negative image ) like the one she projected ( a positive image ) onto Mr. psycho, priest, counselor, poet, film maker, the image of flawlessness, of perfection, talent, intelligence, understanding, knowledge, etc., etc., etc. I have to wonder if we are but mirrored images of each other, like Alice, in wonderland and the other side of the looking glass – me portrayed as him and he as me – just twisted in the Ladies desire for and her desire for not. Could it be ?, that what she says she sees in me is really what she has seen in he and what I am she believes he to be .
With all my analyzing, all my hypothesizing, no enlightened answers will be forth coming, out from the darkness of her subconscious and into the light of truths, of a truth that may be laid before our eyes .
I am not a superman
But I will help you if I can
Just tell me what put that teardrop in your eye
I am no one’s gallant knight
But I’ll always join the fight
Any time that I see a woman cry
I’m often played for the fool
Because I always lose my cool
Whenever I see a woman drown in her tears
There is something deep inside
That makes me rush to her side
And I’ve done it for all my adult years
I am putty in her hands
Doing all that she demands
Whenever the water works have been turned on
I will do everything I can
To make her smile again
And will stay on it until all the tears are gone
Whether plain or pretty
It doesn’t matter much to me
Helping out is just in my DNA
Be they fake or be they real
They always act like an appeal
For me to do anything that they say
I know this is a flawed trait
And I will give it to you straight
This has never put a single woman in my bed
But when I see a damsel in distress
I will always do my best
To wipe away those tears that I dread
So, if you want to abuse me
I just gave you the recipe
To put me at your female beck and call
Make sure you’re in my sight
And I’ll try to make everything alright
As soon as I see that first teardrop fall
Flawless
Down in Florida on the twenty-ninth of May,
the Phillies had a pitcher named Roy Halladay.
There was a show in store for Phillies fans in town.
In each inning, three came up and three went down.
In this one game during a pennant chase,
not one Florida Marlin could reach first base.
The only run scored on an error by Cameron Maybin.
However, that was all the Phils needed to win.
When it was all over, Roy pitched a perfect game.
There is no better way for a pitcher to achieve fame.
Flawed
A Major League team that used to be in Montreal,
is now in Washington, DC playing the game of baseball.
In the nation’s capital, they are again playing the game.
The “Nationals” is this baseball team’s name.
They have poor hitting, lousy pitching, and make errors by the score.
As a team goes, they are the same as they were before.
To see where they stand, they need a periscope.
The team is in bad shape will little immediate hope.
The Nats have given their fans little to cheer for each season.
Their annual dismal performance is the paramount reason.
In the exact moment that I am right now
I stand in a sea of vulnerability;
susceptible to the effects of causes around me
and since I am fully aware,
I own my surroundings
I am one with sounds and vibrations
resonating from the earth;
I am that pulse of the drum beat
thats been thrashing
inside me since birth
Right now, I am exactly as I am
deeply flawed and misjudged
used, victimized and persecuted
Right now I am you in the absolute
Right now, I am exactly as I am
balanced, whole and complete
attracting abundance and certainty
Right now I am peace - still you
Right now, I am exactly as I am
You