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I sit by the river
In that spot where we sat
Together
One night, just us two
Lingering kisses
And gentle affections
Welcoming breathes of acceptance
I sit beside the water
Watching it move in silence
Still yet inspiring
Healing even my thoughts
As they miss you
Wish for your presence
Still waters
Bless me with sprays
Caressing my naked thighs
Brilliant rays
Soften my heart
And I whisper to the light
Longing for you
Your touch, your lips
Your tenderness
I sit by the river
Where no one goes
Its quiet comforts me
I listen to our song
The one that reminds me
In my heart
You’re not gone
Your love lingers on
Always inviting, exciting
Enlightening my thoughts
Mountains rise up
All around the river
Shadowing hopes
In hues of tangerine sunsets
Calico rainbows
And love that knows
I’ll never go too far away
From this place
Where love once danced
Through my soul
Flowing in swells of graceful
Wet clinging to my mind
Repeating the words
You told me
Words I treasure
Like gold
This memory of you
By the river
Is like a star shimmering
With life
Brightening, energizing
Shining, dazzling
Hypnotizing in dreams
Where I am with you
Always together
United by Our Creator
It’s 5 am, we sneak out of the house
My brother and I, as quiet as a mouse
To his red bike, where I sit on the cross bar
Trusting my brother, we won’t go too far.
Put the worm on the hook, wrap it round well
Or it will wiggle off, and the fish it will tell
Watch the float as it bobs, and pull it in gent-ly
That how my brother taught fishing to me.
Always sneaking out, fishing in the dark
Racing on his red bike, we thought it a lark.
He made me dig up the worms, for the fishing bait
But I wouldn’t squeal, no, that was never my fate
Holding both fishing rods, I hung on real tight
He promised he would teach me to use it just right.
In the river we found we loved to fish best
Often paddling in water right up to our chest.
My brother, he stopped taking me fishing with him
I always caught the fish; he said it was a sin.
Then came the day girls were more interesting than fish
Our fishing days were over, it was never my wish.
So anyone with a rod that they will let me use
I’ll sit on your crossbar, or saddle if you choose
Teach me to fish and to cast it with skill
And I’ll get your worms up, I promise I will.
© ~GG~ 14/11/2012
Contest Entry:
I was there so recently though
Thought my business has finished
And I bid my farewell
Everyone was quite happy and well
But I hear a whisper of my name
She calls me by my nick name
With her naughty taunting voice
That makes fallen post stand
She says, she is sorry
Sometimes she can't just get low
She thought it could not went far
That I could not go too far
My city calls me back
She says I am the best
Not comparing me with anyone -though
Just hearing at others' stories
She says she is sorry
Though it seems like she is high
She just can't calm down
All she need is just a fix
Singing on the moonlight road
Lies a virtuous heartfelt star.
An emblem that bodes no code
Of masks that may go too far
Strumming on the moonlight road
Lies a spirit of such tender,
Accepting one as a church mode
Rather than a soul of blunder.
Walking on the moonlight road
Lies a friend of no mind game
Showing up here with an ode
A toast to you bearing a Name.
The Name I’m referring to
Is not a name of some brand
Nor a name of the good few
Yet a name of a helping hand so grand!
The Name I’m referring to
Is a veteran of hope
Veteran of an ardent hue,
Yet no veteran of a slope
Therefore, a wise friend is here
To leave you a short message
A message with no damage
That we appreciate your care
As consciousness escaped me,
My journey got under way;
Floating on clouds of thoughtlessness,
The subconscious came in to play.
My spirit left my body;
Watching it from above;
Departing while it lay sleeping;
Flying away like a dove.
I journeyed into the past
To have a talk with my brother Jim;
He left this earth far too young;
Been twenty years since we lost him.
He warned me not to go too far;
My body might come awake
And if my spirit hasn’t returned
Another soul it would take.
But I continued on my journey
To see my father as a younger man;
I longed to have a chat with him
As a peer if I possibly can.
I told him I’m from his future;
He is still alive and doing fine;
I just wanted to correct an oversight
To say I’m glad he’s the father of mine.
He said, “Joe, we never say those words,
But we know it deep inside.
We try to keep our emotions underneath,
But these feelings we just can’t hide.”
“So please return to the present
And don’t worry about our past;
I’ve always known how you felt
And I’ll know it to the very last.”
So I hurried back to the future;
I bade Jimmy a final farewell;
Found my body still at rest,
My consciousness a secret to tell.
I woke up in the morning;
No memory of my dreams that night;
Called my father later that day
With a sense the world was right.
By Joe Flach
For Constance’s “A Fragmented Dream Contest”
The Journey Dream
she lets me braid silence into her hair
twisting comfort between my fingers,
as if stillness itself could be made soft
if only touched gently enough
she thinks I’ll grow tired
that some part of her will dull in my eyes—
but I’ve seen the way she looks at a sunrise
like it’s never repeated itself
and that’s how I see her,
every time
her grip on my arm isn’t for balance
but for anchoring—
a quiet plea that says,
"don’t go too far, not even in thought"
as though love could be unintentional
as though I could ever un-want her
I’ve known beauty in mirrors
in moonlight
in melody—
but none of it held a candle
to the way she exists
without trying
They tax your husband,
They tax your wife.
They tax your children,
Leave them with strife.
They tax the poor,
But never the rich.
Your taxes soar,
With flicks of a switch.
They tax your car,
They tax your house.
They go too far,
They'd tax a mouse.
They tax the lottery,
They tax your clothes.
They tax the pottery,
They tax a rose.
They tax your check,
It's quite unfair.
What the heck,
They tax the air.
They tax your pension,
They tax your food.
We feel the tension,
And ruin our mood.
We stress and strive,
The simple facts is.
We fight to survive,
They bury us in taxes.
There’re many bow-down bitches that talk a mean game.
Sending their sons to war, they just can’t bare that pain.
They’d rather see people of color dying on the front lines.
While theirs fly the drones, and follow from behind.
Just look at the numbers, ‘cause the numbers don’t lie.
How many black people are CIA or FBI?
We’ll never know the numbers, because it wouldn’t make sense.
That total number is likely less than five percent.
Down in the foxhole is actually what makes men.
They sing the National Anthem like it belongs to them.
Without the help of slaves the Civil War couldn’t be won.
These United State of America, there wouldn’t be none.
The Jim Crow types would shut everything down.
The law of the land is what happened to Michael Brown.
Bow-Down Bitches thrive when they have numbers.
Aiming for the back of unarmed brothers.
16% of black students get suspended 43% of the time.
From the cradle to the jail surely comes to mind.
The bow-down bitches have a genuine fear.
Because long after they’re gone we’ll still be here.
They may not see it, but God has a plan.
He’ll make known to them, who was original man.
And, just before they try to go too far.
They’ll bow down to us as the Gods we are.
A few days ago,
I had you in my arms
We were in your Honda car...
We didn't go too far...too far...
We used to make each other laugh
Until one of us falls down and coughs
I'm afraid I lost you long ago...
Losing touch of you reduces me to woe
Maybe someday,
We'll be together again
I would be your tiger on a gold leash
I promise I won't let go
Until you let me know
That you've forgotten about me
Then, I'd leave you be...
Like the waves of the sea
Hmmm mmmm...
Ohhhh ooooh...
Just stay with me for a minute or two
I miss you all the way - this is true
We were two peas in a pod - now, that is true
I got to face the music
I know our time was epic
But, I need to forget about you
Forgive me with no trace of rue
Maybe someday,
We'll be together again
I would be your tiger on a gold leash
I promise I won't let go
Until you let me know
That you've forgotten about me
Then, I'd leave you be...
Like the waves of the sea
Hmmm mmmm...
Ohhhh ooooh...
All this time,
I've grown accostumed to you
Succumbing to the fact that I'd be nothing without you
You are priceless, for you mean so much to me
You are pure happiness, so will you set me free?
Maybe someday,
We'll be together again
I would be your tiger on a gold leash
I promise I won't let go
Until you let me know
That you've forgotten about me
Then, I'd leave you be...
Like the waves of the sea
Hmmm mmmm...
Ohhhh ooooh...
Maybe someday,
We'll be together again
I would be your tiger on a gold leash
I promise I won't let go
Until you let me know
That you've forgotten about me
Then, I'd leave you be...
Like the wicked wind, you'll flee
Hmmm mmmm...
Ohhhh ooooh...
Maybe someday,
We'll be together again
I would be your tiger on a gold leash
I promise I won't let go...
I thought I’d go too far away with you
Where our dream will be true
But one bullet shatters the flower
Which spreads the scent of love in the air
I thought I’d win one day the throne of God
Where our prayers are compiled a lot
But one bullet stabs the hands of the praying
Which embraces you as a true human being
I thought I’d spend thousands of autumnal fair
Where our unity will be a divine pair
But one bullet incarnates the pair a corpse flood
Which drives away the innocent fresh blood
I thought the rose would be our commutable heart
But the inhuman bullet makes it an imperialist dart
© Mahtab Bangalee
October 21, 2023
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