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Troughing and cresting
Cresting and troughing
Going down a bit, to rise again
Feeling the jolt but not yielding to the strain
Riding through and roughing it
Steady on the board and rising through it
Not staying low for long
Just riding through, sturdy and strong
Gathering momentum to catch another crest,
Owning the board, rising no less
Not getting too comfortable while floating above
Steady on the board is key___
Owning it and riding free with love
Feeling the splash and the zeal
Embracing and embodying the thrill
Cresting and troughing
Troughing and cresting
With each wave, keep learning and besting
Bethlehem
The tiny town was busy,
as it was that time of year...
the census,
the government of Rome.
Reaching into the lives of the people,
ruled by force and dread,
to pull out all that they needed,
when and as directed by the powers,
in charge... on this earth.
Hushed tones of celebration,
gathering momentum from the start.
The first and most important drop,
telling of the rain to come,
to feed the crops,
and heal the land,
to bless the people,
those that stand.
The coming of the time...
of teaching,
preaching,
healing,
and casting out,
the very sin of evil,
itself.
Born to die on a cross,
not on a hill, but a hillock.
Crucifixion not uncommon at all,
the current and ready form of hate,
for all those unwilling,
unable, or by accident of offensive...
to someone,
somewhere,
that cared more about,
their pride, their honor and their appearance,
then the message of the Savior born.
To die a death,
no one can fathom,
as we cry over nothing,
and are shamed by little.
Sinners all, of non repentance.
Sinners still in an effort to be more,
even saved...
He gave a measure to be paid,
for things He never did,
never thought,
never would.
Spears and spit,
blood and broken bones,
the liquid of life,
drained upon the ground.
Wasted, for those that had no idea
their chance was given.
Yet in His very death,
the promise of forever.
Risen!
I want to relinquish this stagnant pain.
It has been lurking in my subconsciousness
and perforating my reality for too long.
I try to extricate myself from this servitude
but it sticks to my fingers like resin
whenever I try to discard it. Clinging to my memory
like a limpet to a rock: embedded in my remembrance,
and etched into my history. Niggling, annoying,
irritating, like a loudly-ticking clock.
I want to assuage myself of this recollection.
I have served my penance and paid my dues.
I try to escape this quagmire, but my shoes
capitulate to the quicksand, dragging, dislocating
me from the solid ground of familiarity -plunging me
into the slavery of remembering once more.
Let me relinquish this putrid pain.
It is disabling my forward motion.
I am trapped in the quondam of a past life.
Let me go! Let me let it go!
Stop calling me. I won't answer.
I can't hear you. I won't listen. Go away!.........
Oh blissful silence! Peace from the demolition
of future's construction. I look behind, one last time,
but the ashes of hated memoirs dissipate in my view.
Looking forward now, steps gathering momentum.
Safe from the past, and welcomed by expectation.
Free at last, sure footed in my pursuit of happiness
All these emotions
they linger in the dark
close enough to hold
but you never know where to start;
Left wanting to get closer
but you let me slip away;
I don’t want to be disappointed
but I know it’s the truth;
Nothing will ever feel as good as you;
You’re a painkiller;
It’s no wonder I constantly want a hit;
Stop asking me to admit it;
You already know what you do,
so don’t deny me what I need;
I don’t want to be disappointed
but I know it’s the truth;
Nothing will ever feel as good as you;
Coming for me you took my hand
gathering momentum built a deafening silence;
With an outcry the screams
began to tumble into peace,
plunging faster and faster into a crescendo;
I don’t want to be disappointed
but I know it’s the truth;
Nothing will ever feel as good as you;
It’s a welcome free fall you talked me into.
“HOSPITAL HUMP”
(a tall tale – or not?)
The wind and the cold on the hill
they stood still
as two shadows arrived
near the peak
above what was known
as “Hospital Hump”
a devious, dastardly,
butt crushing bump.
So started the legend
a Grand-dad and Grand-son
who challenged the hill
“OH, just for fun!!”
The younger had shouted
“Papa, do the hump”
to which he replied
“it’s just one more bump.”
They stood at the top
no fear…..maybe traces
looked down on the horrified
frost frozen faces.
Thus the legend was born
of a daring descent
toward the “Hospital Hump”
and all that name meant.
Bright blue of their chariot
rippling with speed
gathering momentum
approaching the deed.
Then, as all of nature
and man stood aghast
they hit “Hospital Hump”
going way, way too fast.
Frozen in time
against pure blue-black light
Papa and Grandson
about to take flight.
The toboggan drew air
as the partnership crumbled
the younger continued
the older – he tumbled
back flipped and rolled
in the feather cold snow.
The toboggan continued
its arc o’er the trees
as the terrified crowd
fell to their knees,
the kid – now alone
looking down on the trees.
Grandpa was up!
Tracing the arc
wondering if
it would touch down
by dark.
The crowd gathered near
unsure of their place
straining they saw
two eyes and a face,
under the snow
an ice covered grin
shouted “C’MON PAPA
LET’S DO IT AGAIN!”
6/30/2016
submitted to – Tell a Tall Tale – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Jesse Day
Hurtling clumsily through dark layers of sky --
Unwelcome residue of engorged, menacing clouds --
Gathering momentum, bulking up as they descend
To stab the helpless ground with their frigid edges
Few brave this nasty turn of events -- by which
Peaceful cityscapes are transformed into cold infernos
Of fiery ice -- to greet them, to acknowledge their
Triumph over once-soft, once-pliant 'Mother Earth'...
Like bullets from b-b guns or darts from tasers
They burrow into the earth, into snowdrifts, into
Snowbanks, slashing their way -- howling through the
Clogged arteries of a grating metropolis, grinding her gears
I pasted another dreamtime adventure,
into my mental scrapbook and
looked to the next ebony sky.
A traveler on a quest for life’s meaning;
I incubated another question and
disappointment hid from ethereal revelation.
The meaning, is in the being;
all-in-one and one-in-all;
one looks around the house of mirrors, to see all.
The only deception; the ego.
The great karmic ball, gathering momentum,
can crush it to dust; but it’s up to humans,
to push it and initiate the roll.
Dreams lay the foundation for each life;
that life, builds a heaven or a hell.
Beware the karmic ball, it sees what you build.
Once in motion, it decides its own direction.
MY NEIGHBOR KOFI
LOCATION: Mazamaza, Lagos, Nigeria:
My neighbor kofi,
The computer scientist
At 34,
He crisscrossed, jetcrosed, redcrossed,
And hobnobbed around the globe:
Kathmandu, Acapulco and the Galapagos
He dined and wined
Like there was no tomorrow
He dined and wined
With Kings and queens;
Cuban cigars, dom perignon 59, Cabernet Sauvignon;
Lamborghini Gallardo, Rolls Royce and Ferrari
He saw the world
Through,
Rose colored spectacles
He jetted North, then South
He jetted in Sommer, then in winter
Then,
He jetlagged....
His battery drained
And,
His computer crashed
Then,
The speck fell
From his eyes
He,
Drank garri without sugar
Ate wild mushrooms
And drank bitter lemon.......
He googled his front
And ogled his back
In his minds eyes
He saw a knotted gray tie
And a pregnant woman
He heard a cock crow
But saw a thick blanket
Of darkness cascade toward, over him
He could not discern
Beyond his nose......
He saw the clouds gathering
But no rain
He saw the palm trees sway
Almost to a breaking point
Then,
He saw the harmathan
Gathering momentum
At the lower troposphere.....
He felt the cold
North East trade wind
Hit his face.......
He mounted his green horse
Named: Don Longhorn
Adjusted his helmet
Then,
Saw a thick haze
Of dust behind him......
It tumbled, rumbled, crumbled and cracked,
It thundered, hissed and clappered
Lightening flashed around him
But,
Don Longhorn and Kofi
Forged ahead...
Into the night....
Into a blanket of darkness......