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Once, I lived in the hope
that I would find her
alone somewhere
— a quiet courtyard
where we might dance
to music we heard
in our hearts;
a room we could fill
with the completed silence
of our love;
a wooded path where
we might walk rapt
in secret conversation
now, I no longer search
for her solitary self, because,
with her unfathomable mystery,
she populates
the ever-flowing world.
Everywhere, the glad discovery
she has become
smiles for me in every face,
surprising me with candor and hope,
serene as flowers, endless as light.
Now that she is
my vision-in-waiting everywhere
I say, Thank you!
I say, Oh, brave new world
that hath such a creature in it!
Christopher M. Swan, “Song of Susan,” 2008
She has a killer smile, I’ve got a happy frown
My boots tread heavy, she‘s the best dancer in town (but)
From a distance I wonder how she’d liked to be kissed
She goes to movies, I barely watch Tee Vee
I’m hoping dance lessons stop other fish in the sea
I’d do anything so our love won’t be missed
I know what I have to do
I just have to follow through
I’m hoping my attraction gets the right reaction
That let’s me know that I’m on my way (cause)
If like Spring and Fall
We can’t be together at all (then)
Love’s truth will leave me with nothing to say
I wonder if she thinks opposites attract
Because I’m a 6 and she’s a 12 a fact (and)
I haven't been inside the church she loves for a while (but)
I’d do anything to convince her that
My love for her I’ll never take back (and)
I pray each day I’ll be standing next to her smile
I said how about this day
We go dance the night away?
It seems my attraction got the right reaction
That let me know that I’m on my way (cause)
If like spring and fall
We can’t be together at all (then)
Love’s truth will leave me with nothing to say
Turns out she was waiting for me to ask
I tried to look cool but failed the task
We danced and danced all night
Her eyes holding mine and me holding her tight…
I’m glad my attraction found a positive reaction
That let me know I’m on my way (cause)
If like brown leaves in the fall
The writing is now on the wall (and)
Love’s left me with nothing to say
Love’s left me with nothing to say
Lifes backroads, have left my halo....A little dusty
And there's scars on my heart, I'll carry...To my grave
Every Sunday, I see her, two pews away
I refer to her, as my saving grace
And I give thanks, knowing she prays for me
I don't know what I've done to deserve her
I'm not sure what her heart can see
Cause I'm not worthy of her blessings
And in all honesty
I can't give back what she's given
Without her where would I be
I'm blessed, just knowing.....
Knowing she prays for me
She lifts up her words.... to Heaven
And In silence, I believe she asks
If the Lord, will watch over
And straighten all our paths
She sends her blessings on high
And I hope she truly believes
It's an honor, in knowing......
Knowing she prays for me
I don't know what I've done to deserve her
I'm not sure what her heart can see
I'm not worthy of her blessings
And in all honesty
I can't give back what she's given
Without her where would I be
I'm blessed, with just knowing.....
Knowing she prays for me
It's my honor to do life with her
I'm not sure why, but I believe that she concurs
Its a blessing to know
Know she prays for me........
OUT FROM THE HEAVENS
Came this dazzling beautiful Gem, hurtling towards me
tail aglow, streaking across the darkened sky,
bearing an energy that lit up all I could ever want to see.
Her radiance so pure, this I saw in her eye
as a desire rose up in this hardened heart, wanting to be,
with her, to know her, to feel her and fly.
Her soft Soul, and Her warm Spirit, put reason
into the decay of this Winter's season.
Her, wonderful heart lit up the darkness,
reshaped, for me, my universe
as I watched Her, dance with the stars,
dance with the Sun, Venus, Jupiter and Mars.
The energy She, exuded was reason to dance through all eternity
as I felt all around me shrivel, turn away, show modesty.
The full Moon's glow paled in comparison to Her beauty.
In fact, as a matter of fact, Lady Moon, turns her back on man
when ever this beautiful Gem, appeared on Her, beams of light,
brightening up the gloomy hours of this One's, long, alone night.
This cosmic Gem, radiated such warmth, gave reason, gave life,
created a joy, made it a delight to walk in Winter's, decay, rife
with unknowns, uncertainties and very little time
to sit down, compose for Her, the perfect rhyme
that could show Her, the rhythms this Solar Wind, plays
upon the shades of this Universe's, dance on rays.
Rays, waves of light from the sun, the planets, the stars
lighting up a beautiful dance I thought could have been ours
If this old Soul, - blinded - thought, would have known
all that this brilliant Gem, offered, She, had shown.
The facets of this lovely Gem, are like a flake of Snow.
In the cold darkness of my life, I came to know
With the heat of my passion, the dawning of Another,- day
the warmth of a son, has come and melted you away.
I look upon the surface of our time and see only a water mark,
an impression of the Gem, the flake of Snow, is but a stark
reminder of the Beauty, I once touched, songs from this Lark, -
so exquisite, so angelic - I once floated among, now in the dark.
B. J. "A" 2
January 27th 2011
I installed the tinder app,
Hoping that a match could fill my heart's gap.
But I used to swipe left or right,
Just to get through another boring night.
Then I saw my crush on tinder,
What on earth she is doing here still I wonder.
Thousand thoughts ran in my mind,
But when it comes to her I am blind.
Even if I give her super like or swipe right,
Still there won't be no light in my night.
Because for her I am a stranger,
As if I am some kind of danger.
Should I swipe left,
Where nothing is left,
Or should I swipe right,
Where nothing is right.
Confusions,memories and thoughts ran in my mind,
But no solution I could find.
I couldn't close the app then,
Because one day I would have to face her again.
No matter what happens my feelings for her will always remain the same,
As my heart always screams her name.
Hoping for the light in my night,
I swiped right.
So I installed the tinder app,
Hoping that a match could fill my heart's gap.
But then I saw her on tinder,
And I swiped right hoping that one day I would put a ring on her finger.
No longer does the subtle breeze
Bring relief on searing days
Hidden below the willow trees
Wherever love-thick fades
And leaves bleed
Or with the shadows on the moon’s farside
Along the dark lagoons
Of forever abandons collide
And where no one notices extremes
Swarms of wasp stings
Sluggish are the foothills furthermore
No way into the clouds
Forgotten by them
Love’s tragedy victims
Are hers to spare
The bond of love,
Amoris giver, no longer is seen there
Numb are the empty wells
Tears no longer fall
Dry are the fields
Where she lays her lowered head
Nor do the flames of affection feel
Not even the weeds sway across the fleshy
Fruits that fall for her,
She is anonymous
After all
Tell me, friend, just when all the right and wrong
of the good old days were revised and spawned?
You recall, those days when kids wore plain old dungarees,
collected baseball cards, marbles, comic books, heard radio without TV
and we admired men like Captain Kangaroo and John F Kennedy.
The days when soldiers from Korea were World War vets
and VietNam, Russia and the bomb the greatest threat,
flower children and free love oh my, weren't personal delights
and fathers still told children stories of kings, queens, and knights
and under starry skies, doors remained unlocked every night.
Take me back within these fading memories
the child naiive as could be with the future waiting patiently,
off to grandmas house for her special homemade foods
shared holidays kept us happy, content with minor family feuds
and rarely was anyone obnoxious, cruel or rude.
The days when a gallon of gas was thirty cents
and a loaf of bread was a quarter well spent
and a bike ride to the corner store with friends
held laughter and silly play with innocent intent
I remember the old days well, over and over again.
1/9/21
FOR A SWEET SABLE SAINTLY MOTHER
Wearing her crown of pearly white hair,
Her sunken orbs glowed with a regal glare.
Her ebony hued, wrinkle hands, strong as stone
Are monuments of the burdening labor she had owned.
As her broken body has known sorrow and pain,
It remains a mystery how she has managed to remain sane.
Though her life has known despair and great depravity,
She’s never succumbed to the indignities of social gravity.
Indeed, “life for her has been no crystal stair”,
Yet, for us, she has always been there with loving care.
She’s the sturdy black bridge which we’ve crossed over on;
To travel along the jubilee road towards our liberation.
Indeed, this raven skin queen reins supreme like no other:
Praise God for the blessing me with this sweet sable saintly mother.
To The Brink For The Ink Crack Like Fissures
Another page scarred with ink. Upon her page, I see red ink
branded by the thoughts I think. Tattooed thoughts, that make me think
My mind imprisoned, feel the burn, Within intricate patterns, my heart it learns
past the point of no return. As I slip off her ledge, my spirit churns
Faces bob like buoys in an ocean, For her mind, it is an ocean
I'm sea sick to societies motion. I'm lost upon, her wave like motion
Clutter intoxicates my brain, Intoxication, it fills my brain
filling me with failure and pain. Strange impressions, as I view her pain
Forcing sleep deprivation muse, bubbling from my mind, feelings break loose
cigarette, pot and coffee abuse. I'm transported back, to my own abuse
Five A.M. and the pressure is strong Crack like fissures, emotions strong
to make these words move along. I feel I've known her all along
My audience awaits but I'm still She grants me audience, within places still
writing rhymes against my will. Her rhymes resonate, until I bow to her will
Blocked by need I'm suffocated, lungs filled fully, never suffocated
my joy becomes what I've hated. She’s one transcended, not filled with hatred
I can't escape the vines I've grown, a climbing flower, I've see how she's grown
notebook prison, I cry alone. With her notebook open, she's never alone
All this angst and misery, She transcends angst and misery
all for the love of writing poetry. Within her glowing landscape of poetry
Casarah Nance Richard Lamoureux
September 14, 2015 September 14, 2015
Dedicated to the Artistry of Casarah Nance
Form:
I still remember the day
When i met you for the first time,
It was the day of exam
When we had no time.
Yet we became friends
With our unmatched trends.
Along the journey with few bends,
I didn't know when we became close friends.
With a blink of an eye
We fell in love with each other,
It was the most beautiful feeling
We had than any other.
A little complicated, yet we were
deeply attached and devoted,
But destiny had something else in its mind
As it was already decided.
Our relationship lived for three years
That left me in tears,
I don't know what mistake i had committed,
For which we got separated.
Each day that i spent with you
Was like a celebration for me,
Even today i cry with a pain in my heart,
Thinking of 'you & me'.