Long Gesturing Poems
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Zooming around the room in wheel chair-moves
our child greets us by his beeping toy’s cheer
allowing pets to bark and meow freely.
Gesturing to hush us midst vibrant shhh
our son mumbles his morning prayer list
murmuring our names, gasping in between.
Then he enjoys yummy breakfast crunches
gulping milk and slurping yoghurt gladly
thanking Mom for sizzling eggs served with bliss.
After gargling menthol-flavored mouthwash
he likes warm splashes in his awesome bath
concluded with spray of baby cologne.
His learning zest includes snapping fingers
clapping hands, stomping feet, and zipping bags
while perfecting oinking and quacking sounds.
He watches revving cars in racing spree
ecstatic with the frenzy howling crowd
screaming that blends along screeching vroom-vroommm.
In animal shows, roaring beasts startle him
but he’s glued to hissing asps, hatching eggs
and calmed by chattering, chirping birds’ choir.
For play time, he’s popping balloons with glee
jingling keys in counting one up to ten
as well as ringing old phones and gadgets.
Mindless of pattering rain upon roof
he conquers boredom with clanging cymbals
Strumming ukulele till he gets tired.
Needing rest, he expects my humming mirth
of sweet lullaby against clock’s ticking
as I thank God for heart that throbs with love.
A gilded leaf on the move
Now trapped like a deer
In headlights, pushed
Against a chain-link fence
By a whistling Autumn wind
Its trembling in distress
Struggling to slip through
Continually flapping on
The fence, as if calling attention
To other leaves
Roaming free, slipping past...
"Hey! Over here! Help me!"
Or perhaps gesturing at me...
Come! Come! Pry me free!
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Date written and posted: 12/23/2018
Wounded by the weeping north wind, with the moon in my hands I'd bandage my longing,
Only now does love begin, a paradox that becomes my flight.
In your absence, I find you again, my beloved vanished from the world,
And the wounds will always sing, welcoming you in silent memory.
The waters of the world have swallowed you, and I, wounded, remain lost in the cold,
Gesturing toward the negative infinity, a love grown in silence.
We resisted, the sun and the moon, in a dance of celestial shadows,
And only now does love begin when I feel you'll forever be missing from me.
Our words, frozen, are foreign tongues that no longer unite,
At the border between yes and no, a silent witness whispers that I love you.
When everything happens naturally, and paradox becomes our law,
Only now does love begin, when you, my love, are the blue star.
In the silence between us, a song is born, an echo of longing and dreams,
I've loved you always, in the night sky, a promised beacon of love.
And in your absence, I find you again, like a light that dispels my shadows,
When I know I've lost you forever, the love within me deeply matures.
Gentle leaves, crinkled epiphanies
Blessing souls, blessing the hopes, the dreams
Forever’s wings, soaring over the skies
Starlight, blinking… moon gleaming,
Revealing the light of a spirit’s singing,
Reassuring, reminding, revealing
Where the ache of twilight, subtle and soothing,
Erases the bright of a moment, alone
Caressing the trees, a breeze – fresh and warm,
Autumn’s embrace,
Touch of light, faith, grace that becomes
More amazing, with each trace of light,
Each feeling so alive, endless
As the softly spoken thoughts, from a candle or a harp,
Angel’s gift to those who rest
In the center of God’s best,
His startling presence…
In the gentle of a leaf, abiding, surviving the heavy heat,
Warring with the cool breath of wind,
Silent and alone, gesturing the way
Through the most intimate day,
The prayer, the praise, the sanctification
Blessings in songs, enduring the dark
Forgetting the past, - sins cast to the seas,
Only memories…
Just a memory – broken hearts, broken wings,
Healed by grace, forgiven
By the One who burns away
The dross, assuring that He saves the lost,
He saves to the uttermost…
Without a doubt, I will praise, praise, praise…
Because… without a doubt,
He stilled the storm that once raged within me,
A storm that once stalked my spirit…
A storm that has been hushed by the presence
More powerful than any storm…
He is the light – He is the love
That makes sure my heart is restored,
My soul is saved,
By the grace, the gift
Of a Savior who I know…
Stills the fears of my heart,
Remembers me when I’m in the dark,
Offers the light of His love,
So I can know, with Him…
There is hope that comforts my soul,
There is faith that lifts my heart,
There is love that calms, eternally
He is the One I’ll praise forevermore
He is the One who led me to His heavenly shore
He is the One who I’ll live my whole life for!
Some temples are cluttered.
Everywhere there are
wrathful-playful-sexual-vengeful-
gesturing-carousing-beckoning-
ascending-descending-riding-
weeping-flying-singing,
or just sitting around
Gods.
The congregation ride luggage carts
in the dead of night,
sing drunkenly, slam doors,
or watch HBO with the volume way up,
That was a hotel in Muncie Indiana.
A temple I shared with a rumba dancing Shiva
and a bottle of Jim Beam
but the vibe was the same.
When I finally nod off, I dream of wearing
Day-Glo Speedos
in an elevator
while
reading
the Kama Sutra.
One level up,
the Tallahassee chapter of the honorable order of Shriners,
surrounds me with their juiced-up joie de vivre.
I rise with them to the seventh floor
where at last I find
my omnipresent self.
Break of day, silence glistens on the petals
pensive dew adorning the daisies,
roses breaking through the sun’s gaze
gesturing to the azaleas with all their blossoms
lost beyond the hues in hesitation,
a song plays as the birds serenade the dawn
and endless memories of a gardener
fall over the soul who God Himself nurtured
planting, growing, pruning…
winds hesitate on the maze of reflective plants,
from the naïve, immature stems
leaves glistening with hope for the days
when laughing sunrises and twilight
erase the darkest dread, restore the joyous
sensing the need for endless grace, serenity
washing away the dust from the past
and refilling the empty days with life’s tears,
the wishes raking back the leaves of last year
the earth’s decay, the grief of yesterday…
while my heart races, taking chances
love becomes more than the distant hope
it glows on my thoughts, it abides
inside my heart, glistening in the moments
teardrops and dewdrops mix together
in the garden of my faith, where He lives
always welcoming, always listening, forgiving
even the sins that I might not see,
the sins that were birthed inside me.
sins who silence me with a shame that bleeds
through my life – oh, but for His sacrifice….
still as the summer’s light,
flowing on the distant skies
a music, melody of glorious life
sent to us by the One who is –
everything, all that we need
the reason for our peace
the cause of our belief,
the purpose of each destiny
He is the reason that I can see
- though I was once blind,
His love frees me, so I can see…
Inside the heart, there lives and breaths
Love so beautiful, so still, so sweet
A gentle that I always seek
Wonder of love who grieves
for the light who grows each leaf,
in the garden where He plants
love that enriches souls
with hope and faith
that forever knows…
In His Garden, love grows and grows!
Years have come and gone, with softly dancing lights,
Gesturing with wonders, bravely swirling flames,
Changing doubt to faith, remembering Christ’s claims.
Reflecting hope, yearning to still the dark nights.
Years have transformed my heart, feelings, and insights,
Showing me to love, without fear that shames,
Giving and forgiving, not playing mind games.
Sincerely sharing takes your heart to new heights.
Transforming shadows to silhouettes of bliss,
Glittering in hearts, like stars in summer skies,
Promises of peace that summer’s sky won’t miss,
Interpreting dreams who wind’s wrath can’t disguise,
Stirring belief in those who know the soul’s kiss,
Transmutation brings joy, much like love implies.
Afosa Adagio
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He described her as mean
someone caring she demanded more
than she gave
someone that is only
politely spoken of in a gesturing
of description. The first AACT spoke of
her speaking to her lover who only spoken Italian.
Moments later she is said
to be speaking to her lover
in Portuguese..
We learn later both are separate entities neither
wise to the other.
Act Four speak of him finding
Pantaloni senza cavallo, in his bedroom.
He reflected the days and nights remember nothing
of their where abouts. He knew they fit her and the
smell he knew they were worn.
"Pantaloni senza cavallo!
Pantaloni senza cavallo!"
he was heard crying through the door
the maid rushed to tell her: they stood
doors away giggling about the scene.
" the maid saying in italian " he wished her
to be less desirable
mine he handle her"
The Woman spoke" and more common that
she should be submissive"
Maybe the sarcasm of words
can be expressed in the desire
to undermined him.
It couldn't happened to a nicer
guy: you know!
"Creating monsters are the ways of
cornata women
are we then either as evil as he
or wiser and untrue
la canzone sfacciata intrigante
complotto è stata scritta per questo"
She loved neither and was believed
to have been in love with anyone
whom henear to.
Storing his past and sleeping with
those he hired.
He knew of one affair, then learned of the many ones
she had had. Once he was sleeping
and she woke him to have him drunk
she pretended to be "gobby with him" wearing a scorff.
It was the stable man from afar unshaved and paid by her
to do so. When he learned of this
she had been sent to an undisclosed place
and a letter written by her
detailed the event. she stayed away for weeks.
returning he just eye balle her
while the staff tryed to hold in their laughter.
Fictional Depiction of an Italain Contessa and her
Inperatore Husband. Opera of Frustration and Love.
Bassoon solo: number twenty four is a
bass lovers dream! The staff nicknamed her "Gobby Il Lupo"
a term that was unkind but true!
There I was at work surrounded by a thousand stories of drama, love and surprise
when one of the greatest love stories I could imagine unfolded before my eyes:
They came into the bookstore…a couple old and grand
wearing smiles across their faces…walking hand in hand.
I noticed as they walked the store…their gait was deliberate and slow
and they continued holding each other’s hands…never letting go.
They came in to browse, get out of the heat…look for a story or two
Before they left they stopped to talk to me…as customers often do.
It was at this moment when we spoke that I quickly came to know
why he held her hand so tight…why he would not let her go.
As he and I talked about the store…(he mentioned it’s a beautiful place)
she held his hand, stared at me…and the smile never left her face.
When she did enter our conversation…gesturing with her other hand
she laughed and giggled and mumbled…but she was hard to understand.
I imagine it was Alzheimers…that was interfering with her style
but it hadn’t yet stolen her desire…or her ability to smile.
I conversed with her as best I could…not understanding most of what she said
which meant a lot of looking into her eyes, smiling and nodding my head.
Before they left…her husband shook my hand and thanked me joyously
“For giving her the same attention,” he said, “that you have given me.”
She waved as they were leaving…her other hand he never dropped
and as they left the store I heard him say…”We’re heading to the ice cream shop.”
She seemed to quiver with excitement…the excitement of a child
then gave one last glance in my direction, waved again…and smiled.
I wonder how much longer they have together…
before Alzheimers makes it’s final stand…
But I like to think whatever happens…
they’ll be forever holding hands…
So my friend said his sister was saying her vows
In a low key church ceremony three weeks from now
No parties, no showers, no flowers, no muss
But I thought to myself she deserved a small fuss!
So I planned a surprise that would redden her face
A Bachelorette Party so hot and debase
She would never forget for the rest of her days
That wee bit of naughty before strict married ways.
I invited her over to casually dine
And not knowing her friends, I invited all mine.
I decorated the place with men's private parts
And hired a stripper from "Bachelor of Darts."
She arrived right on time, a quarter past seven
And I found my friend's sis was a slice out of heaven
And that description is not the slightest bit shabby
As his "sister" was a nun from the neighborhood abbey!
I welcomed her whilst I was gesturing frantically
For my friends to hide all that would shame me gigantically
And to their credit they did, even cancelled the stripper
And we dined and chatted til I was feeling quite chipper
We finished the meal, and I went to the loo
When suddenly a scream went up from my crew
I ran to see sister slumped, white as a ghost
And a room full of people hysterical almost
There in front of the nun sat the special dessert
I had ordered before meeting the sweet Sister Gert
It was fully erect, took a long time to make
And for the first time I found myself regretting cake!!!
8/7/2016
For contest "Regretting Cake"
Finalized 8/14/2016
Now for "Take the Dagger from my heart, Please"