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What nasty grip and vicious hold
A voice that cuts and scars my soul
Ever constant, reproach and scold
Death of confidence is its goal.
"Note your life is remote and dull
Failures pursue the likes of you
Your place in life shall equal null
You’ll only reap, what you are due."
Each word that’s spoke does enter deep
For it discerns me like myself
Negative airs it piles in heaps
Yet companions can’t see its stealth
Be gone that voice that lives on fear
Black echoes have endured their time
Encourage, nurture, push and steer
Create ladders, not slides to climb.
Our world has those that cast their stones
Permit this man his peace of mind
Embolden trust in dulcet tones
Critics and prey live intertwined.
ALONE
By
Kevin L Fairbrother
All alone, just me and the surrounding landscape
My mind fills with an avalanche of the past, the present and the future
Such a jumble of thoughts in my head, hard to separate the good and the bad
Nor find the means to lesson this feeling of loneliness
Like a computer that searches and crunches numbers
My brain is working over-time and heading for an over-load
At the speed of light it looks for and separates the positives and negatives
For there is so much is stored and there is heaps and heaps to untangle
Perhaps a walk in the crisp cool wind swept day
Will clear my head and untangle the thick jungle
Then again it will surely add to what is already in my head
As I walk taking in the sounds and scenery around me
Put pen to paper, get on your keyboard that could be the way
To let your brain and your fingers do the talking
Surely that should decrease the flow of information
But alas, I have to think, there-for, I make worse the situation
There is one way and one way only to ease the dilemma
To slow down the process and to get rid of lonely thoughts
Have a stiff drink, play soft music and lay on the bed
Snuggle down, close your eyes and sleep with your loneliness
(Dedication: For Ann)
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Touch profound joy in lovely grace,
Observe fond cheer that bears all things.
Moments employ warm smiles that trace,
Yield love right here as seasons swing.
Dreams do come true as hearts know best,
Explore that bliss in ups and downs;
Address fond cues in soul's sure quest,
Reach a sure peace that bears life's frowns;
Express fond style in simple ways,
Surpass mere time to stillness deep;
Thrill fest worthwhile through night and day.
Attest fine chimes as love now heaps,
Nice gaze and smiles in poignant dance,
Niche maze and style in lovely chance.
Leon Enriquez
08 October 2015
Singapore
I'm relaxin' with my spouse this New Year's Eve just a-schmoozin',
About past celebrations in our youth that we now find amusin'.
Tomorrow we'll dine on blackeyed peas, an old Southern tradition,
For good luck and bring our hopeful resolutions to fruition!
A moderate tad of spirits in our youth we could tolerate,
And ere the kids arrived, we always slept a little late.
We used to go to late night parties and sip a little booze.
Now, on New Year's Eve, we sit at home and watch the news!
We used to dance the night away at parties bright and gay.
Now, we compare infirmities as others while the night away!
The champagne corks popped and "Auld Lang Syne" we sang.
Fireworks brought in the New Year with a resounding bang!
We recall the silly hats we wore, kisses at the stroke of twelve,
And the heaps of scrumptious grub in which we used to delve.
Now, we sip Metamucil cocktails with sour cream dip and chips,
Slumped in our recliners, snores escapin' from our lips!
Strange that in the olden days we could celebrate 'til dawn,
But by nine o'clock nowadays we can hardly stifle a yawn!
As the clock chimes twelve, I'll leave it for others to celebrate,
'Cept for eatin' blackeyed peas and 'pone to facilitate my fate!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
The chamber is empty
And full of silence
Columns hold it up
Etched with scripture
The dead live here
Illuminating the walls
A line of torches
Burst with blue flame
In the very center
Resides a pentagram
Standing at each star point
Hooded devils chant
The silence is broken
And now the room is full
Spirits fill the chamber
Their chatter rattling minds
A sudden chill
Seeps into the bone
The fires erupt like bonfires
Casting blue light
Blood drizzles slowly
From the mouths of the chanters
The blood is purple
And eats at the cloaks like acid
The walls suddenly burn
Invisible writing now visible
More scriptures
Illuminating scarlet
A wave passes through
And the chanting finally stops
Cloaks fall in heaps
Their wearers nowhere to be seen
The dead live here
Illuminating the walls
Columns hold it up
Etched with scripture
The chamber is silent
But far from empty
They worked at the same place,
A place of no space,
Always running into each other they did,
Bottled crushes, with a tight lid,
Asked out,
Joy shout,
Lovely first date,
Neither were late,
10 months, moved in together,
Hope as light as a feather,
Met his mother,
Met her brother,
Family dinner,
Lottery winner,
They bought a bigger home,
With heaps of space to roam,
From the pound a dog,
Who's past was a traumatized fog,
Trained and loved,
Never shoved,
2 years now,
On knee and bow,
Engagement ring,
Very bling,
Happiness, wedding day drawing near,
Neither showing signs of fear,
White dress, down the aisle,
White suit, lots of style,
Newley weds,
New threads,
Of a new life,
Husband and wife,
They planned their honeymoon, away they go,
Enjoying their time, taking is slow,
Home again,
Pick up the pen,
Start the scrap book,
With ultrasounds that she took,
Tiny heart beats, yes there's 2,
Even though the months are still few,
He gets a new job, lots of money,
Life was looking very sunny,
Half cake blue, half cake pink,
2 names, they have to think,
Room painted and made,
With each other, there glad they stayed,
2 months not long now,
Cute bib that says pow,
Baby clothes shopping, right away,
They will be back soon dog, stay,
Home sweet home, 3 weeks to go,
Need 2 crips, that's all though,
Home alone, twins come a week before,
Open, shut car door,
Drive herself to get there,
Tiny feet kicks, don't you dare,
Turn the corner, car crash,
Window screen is the first to smash,
Jolt forward, hit head,
Blood seeping, staining red,
3 heartbeats stop, husband is told,
Suicide committed, another life folds,
Dog waits at home, all alone,
As gravestones are added, gray zone.
Bidding adieu to a year now past,
Cherishing new dreams and hopes cast .
From memories, you gently fade,
In echoes, where you've stayed.
Resolutions anew, with a fresh start,
Rekindling the spirit from the heart.
Celebrations abound with musical delight,
In parties, under the starry night .
Left behind, bitter memories of yesteryear's find,
In minds ,nostalgically,
lovely moments bind.
With smiles on the face,
Greeting all ,a warm embrace .
Invoking God's grace, in prayers we sway,
The New year dawns,
with peace and prosperity to convey.
Heaps of gratitude for the year gone by,
Solicit divine blessings as the stars fill the sky.
At night you hear the falling,
but only after it has settled
on some eve or ledge;
a parlance between whisper and creak.
Beyond the deaf walls,
listening to the bushy tails of foragers,
the sibilant rustle of padding paws or claws.
Ears overhear the pitter-patter of ice crystals
talking to a windowpane.
Outside in the snow heaps,
fur-clad foragers shovel for shelter.
From swaddled hollows
whiskers sense when you turn in your bed,
a body curls ever tighter
around its incoherent flesh.
Right now – if asked,
you’d swear the sky utters
as the snowfalls,
but it’s just the sound of gravity
walking upon snowflakes,
only the tumble of silence
settling.
Life is great for a few short months
leaves shade us from the sultry heat
but at the end of Summer's season
they get crushed beneath our feet.
But time takes its inescapable toll
leaves wither once they take the fall
overlooked and simply swept away
because they must answer Autumn's call
Cruel North winds age them quickly
Golden leaves become fringed in rust
wrinkled and brittle, tumbling to the ground
they lay crushed beneath the earth as dust
They're ever granted a burial plot
just raked into pyres, and burned in heaps
problems for the weekend gardener
and for their sad death, no one weeps
The night sinks into a sleepy spell,
like a wanderer lost in the intoxication of opium.
Woven from restless threads of fire,
a landscape of artificial memories rises.
With shattered faith, I search again
for tender, illusory lips,
Yet every touch becomes a cactus thorn
breaking through desert stone,
and on my parched chest
a scorching blaze roars on.
With sky-sized thoughts, I once held
the world within my palm,
the same hand that carries the ache of gentle sorrow,
the same hand that keeps the tireless memory
of touching you,
My lifelong devotion to love.
O weary life, indifferent whim,
Do not let me fade away.
There is still something left
of all I’ve sacrificed.
Grant me, at last, a taste of fulfilment.
In shrinking and changing,
I lost myself and became a vein beneath the skin.
A miraculous maze swirls around me
in a world steeped in prejudice.
I am absorbed in uprooting
the hidden senses of a sky full of stars.
My own thoughts grow greedy for me,
a wavering silence in the hollows of the heart…
A night drunk on desire,
moonlight glistening like rhythm in my pulse.
My bashful, beloved body twists itself
around my two legs.
Through the stillness breaks a pungent,
burned scent, slipping into every crease
of my panting breath.
At the festival dusk descends
a subtle, saddened longing,
and the harbour of my heart
flutters with restlessness.
The moss-covered, lively grasshoppers of emptiness
are exiled today, withdrawn.
Youth, drunk on the wine of night,
casts off its homely burdens
and reveals time’s three faces.
With its beak lifted, it crosses
the rambling city of confusion,
and even streaming rains
cannot wash shame away.
The inevitable self moves through all of it,
like a ripened body
in Chaitra’s harvest fields.
The intoxicated night devours me whole.
From life’s canvas,
luxurious dreams tumble down in heaps.
The marketplace of the world moves on
by its own laws of immortality,
and the opium-drenched night
keeps me spinning in eager dreamlust,
in the naked deceit
of bewildered memory.
Note:
Chaitra- the dry season month in the Bengali calendar.