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1. Non-fiction
The bathroom faucet gushes nectar
drowns my hands in never-laughter,
"Sorry" is a specter
when you told me "0" I felt disgusting,
hopelessly deluded,
naked.
Last night I dreamed
that New York City was nuked,
another Twin Towers Lost,
everyone radiated.
But then I dreamed of you,
in a tight blue dress,
glaring,
cute pout,
"Is this right?" you asked
as you flawlessly played
Beethoven's "The Tempest."
I smiled. "Perfect."
I hardly smile these days.
2. Satisfaction
Deflection of your image is essential.
The closer I get, the more
those spiders right there
don't you see them
slipping on the stucco wall?
They remember the feeling
that satisfaction brings
of outsmarting us all
as the sky reflected in my fingernail
is a storyteller of love's plastic rings.
Is it summer yet?
This doesn't feel
adventurous, heart-warming,
sunsets, beaches,
grandfather, innocent crush,
my eyes in sugar rush,
and the books that told me much
so that I could die one day in your hush.
3. A Loss of Inspiration
Midnight's soon, the day's been wasted
thinking of worlds aside from This,
the walls' three dents from my broken fist
and the postcard she forgot she posted
in this odd room I fill
with jackets, wisdom, thrill,
come sundown I rush into wishes
that my jealousy could be just,
yet it's "brand-new in a landfill"
restoring your horrified webcam look.
Since you've gone and my love has died,
this pen's bloodstains have been my pride.
4. Medicine
Maybe you don't realize
you've crushed that tiny bug.
His funeral will not be held,
not until the walls cover their ears,
and blood diamonds ask for fears.
A refill
and a terror,
I can only see your purple sweater
bending once for all my vice;
Maroon Dream City is waiting for us.
These med heavens.
So addicting
until I relapsed into your eyes,
I'm still sick of it all:
the horizon never reached
and darkness perched and ready.
Stop confusing me already.
5. Hideout
Hey, why did
I miss you
Your smile from last June
And no girl will ever
I wonder
I wonder
Slow down, run me over
And laaaugh
Come walk beside this faster incompletion
On a chilly night of sirens
Hey, why did
And my head pounds from lack of
Hey, if I were to go forever
Come to me in my hideout
and I'll kiss your scream
with eternity.
And then the cold had its story to tell again and emerged overnight
The seasons had not changed but as always kept a sudden surprise
Days sunbathing and skinny dipping on the beach felt like a shiver
As the UV filter congealed in oily tubes and prepared to hibernate
Shells from the shoreline caught the fading light by the window
Sent a message of hope and rebirth with foregone conclusions
That life can be a nauseous circle and hearts can fade without fail
Pebbles watched on still sandy and puzzled for they had lost the sea
Driftwood was stacked near the fireplace and awaited its fate
Would it go up in smoke or be preserved for artwork and fantasy
Knotted and round at the edges the tinder planned its escape
We should warm hearts and memories and refuse to be ashes
Fossilised wisdom cast its message from the core of its surface
Requested to be held in regard and esteem by the collector
Sandalwood fragrance conjoined with salty motion making waves
And reached deep inside sadness and sorrow for ongoing erosion
Jenny had lit candles whose flames danced a ballet with apt feeling
Moving as they held court over coal logs bellow ember and ashes
Their flickering flashes sang a tune of resilience and feeble closure
Blending with shades of rose petals and thorns gathered in summer
While woollen hats blankets and hot water bottles found purpose
In the essence and meaning of heart-warming tender togetherness
Jenny folded summer clothes and gave them a home in the confines
Of her chest of drawers handed down over generations of close kin
She made pumpkin soup with ground cinnamon and nobly ginger
Grated herbs seeds and remembrance then smacked her kind lips
My kisses have survived another year frozen as they may impress
The knowledge that life is impermanent and wanes as it struggles
In the distance a fog horn sounded mist spray darkness and longing
The lighthouse’s beams shone a torch and glowed unperturbed
Whereas Jenny felt a moment of questioning the might of the ocean
Took out a photograph and honoured her husband long missed in a storm
25th October 2019
A world that’s filled with anger,
corruption, hate, and poverty,
sometimes in the midst of this
there is one heart warming story.
It’s usually where there’s sadness,
and when the weather’s bitter cold,
where some poor soul is struggling.
and where the gutter’s taken hold.
I heard one in the Barley Tavern,
when perusing the T.A.B.
but I wasn’t sure if it was true,
‘cause it involved a Nunnery,
but then again the Sisters there,
do give good comfort with their aid.
I heard that Sister Barbara,
with an outsider had it made.
I’d often hand a couple of bucks,
to the old wino Billy Brown,
who’d take his cask of tupp’ny red,
to a park, on the edge of town.
The one thing that I knew of Bill;
he’s honest as the day is long.
He’d give to you his final breath,
if it meant it’ll keep you strong.
Sister Barbara at the convent,
of Tommy Brown was unaware,
until she saw him from a window
in the worst of his despair.
Now there’s a man the Sister thought,
in desperate need of charity,
and from a family gift to her,
she’s sworn to help humanity.
Sister Barbara wrote a note,
giving Bill encouragement.
‘Don’t Despair - Sister Barbara’ -
to help Bill with his nourishment.
She threw the note onto the ground,
and watched him read her written quote,
while in the other hand he held,
a one hundred dollar note.
Bill looked up and gave a wink,
and wandered off along the street.
One hundred dollars for no chance,
but Bill must act out quite discrete,
for one hundred dollars in his hands,
from Sister Barbara’s convent,
is sure to stir the fires of hell,
where Bill would never frequent.
And like I said I knew that Bill,
was honest as the day is long.
If he had something that’s not his,
he’d take it where it did belong.
And so it was that the next day,
where Bill would never frequent,
he was knocking on the door,
of Sister Barbara’s convent.
And greeting Sister Barbara,
with a wad of hundred dollar notes,
Sister Barbara asked “What’s this?”
and sheepishly Bill gloats,
“It’s your eight thousand Sister;
it’s the money that you won.
Don’t Despair won in the seventh,
with the odds - eighty to one.”
This coming New Year
Brings with it scattered rose petals
Flowing tearfully in the air
And I dream
Of Love, picking them up one by one
To assemble them in some sort
Of unique bouquet,
Handing which to me
He would say,
Here, this is the love that you have
Been dreaming of!
The coming New Year
Brings with it angelic vibes,
Which would gather at Love's bedside
When he would be ready to fall into slumber
And would
Sing to him,
The need to open his soul
To the mysticism wanting us to be!
They would play those heavenly tunes
For him, listening to which
His heart would reach out to mine
With a sure and strong grip!
The coming New Year
Brings with it, a pen and a notebook,
Using which we would both
Write of our story here,
Of why we have chosen to be with each other,
Loving each other with all of our senses
Forsaking everything else,
And merely living for Death,
That power which would allow us
To be back there from where we fell,
There, where the Gods, in all of their manifested forms,
Want us to be!
This coming New Year,
Brings with it raindrops,
Which would be collected by Love,
And which he would use to
Mend my broken heart,
Healing me in the process,
And allowing me to say,
I knew I had to believe in that faith
Gifted to me by those skies!
This coming New Year,
Brings forth more dreams,
In the forms of revelations and insightful guidance
From those powers which we can grasp not
But which have chosen us for the purpose of love!
These will play in our waking moments,
As fluidly as do our favorite songs
And upon these, we shall walk on the way,
As mindfully as would a diver
Seeking to collect pearls from the bottom of the ocean!
This coming New Year
Brings forth fairy tales,
Horses, unicorns, duties, love,
Kisses, forgiveness and joie de vivre!
Why,
Are the New Year's dreams
Not romantic?
Are they not poetic?
Are they not fulfilling,
Heart warming even?
Of course, the magic with which they are imbibed
Rests upon the wills of faith
And I
Blindly adhering to these
Shall keep dreaming more intensely
Of those dreams of the new year!
Written on 15 Dec 2019
Love is said to be so many things a man can define, an unexplainable, heart-warming and deep sensation filled with the tentacles of nostalgia, a feeling so selfish to react to and unselfish to share with one's soulmate, Anthony and Cleopatra would be smiling from their graves at the sight of this beautiful piece of writing, maybe the wheel of time could bring them back, a romantic fuel that pumps the heart of man faster like the supersonic legs of a cheetah in the vast savanna or the reignition of a car engine fuel ready to hit the road, a wonderful spectacle sometimes perceived to be a crime, a rebellion of a sort maybe Romeo and Juliet would still be alive today unfortunately the hands of time has vanished with all that it had, though their love could never be but like bread and butter they were bonded for life and were permanent like glue never to be separated till their last breaths, meeting this beautiful lady across the ocean, looking eye to eye, it was made known and evident like a rushing wind that love at first sight was in the cards with the odds of over 2.5,that's the power of love, a wonderful blessing from mother nature, the cure to a broken heart in despair, the drive and enegma to react to these unexplainable feelings ti that sweet girl standing across the ocean so far away in sight it seems but yet closer to you in your heart, she sings this beautiful melody that melts your heart with your love temperature increasing daily at the sound of her irrestible voice like a fever to love and to be loved is so sweet as the lovely grapevines containing sweet - scented juicy grapes, love can be complicated sometimes, as trust can be lost like the tale of two cities but when they merge with understanding nothing can break them to pieces, indeed nature is the mother of all wonderful things God has created and love is a lucky charm, it shines in tge morning as the beautiful roses of the day and blossoms in the night as the beautiful shooting stars, love is sweet at least it has qualities to define it, Aristotle Onasis once said that love is a feeling composing of two bodies in motion.
... stalactites hung like dystopian snot from a statue
her brain was frozen and formed ice in her mind
a lacuna without inlet or outlet arrested in time
mind’s skates tied up in bundles of snowflakes
gloves off for defeat with all speed set in arrest
not even her black woollen hat showed any signs
of thawing heart-warming emotions for comfort
empty speech bubbles covered her scraped tongue
where a mouth-watering waterfall should pursue
a pick axe with nothing left to dissect or construct
dangled from a callous corpus callosum in pain
unable to connect right left wrong or left to correct
this was not what searching tranquillity had promised
in contrast transcendence wept at chilly flood gates
a voice that had so much to part with in a landscape
of permanent layers of verglas onto vaporous rime
she wished for some slime or yuck glopping goo
but permafrost refused a glimpse of impermanence
a fool thought it funny to stick a carrot in her nostril
helpless she could not leave the vegetative state of affairs
clung to a string of crystal beads at pearly gates of no return
this is a lie I am Pinocchio at the threshold of truth
a metaphor unable to break the spell of apocalypse
unfulfilled amphora and vessel that can’t even leak
incontinence at the pointless orifice of evacuation
without one drop of hope for cataracts to dissolve
a lonely icebreaker with nothing left to crack open
where a firm skull should harbour my residual flow
when a polar bear embraced her unbalanced spectre
shared his white furry coat under a mantle of darkness
shales of introjection floated away from the solar eclipse
which had sheltered her from a charcoaled manic cauldron
touching middle grounds in between scorching euphoria
and lifeless apathy just long enough to remember that she had
not taken her medication and the self-help manual was useless
sometimes catharsis has to wait for one small lucid moment
when a beak meets a beaker and cascades start from a dribble
Fear had all but a few intrepid explorers in its icy grasp,
And even they not resisting the right of fear to,
Lord it over the land.
Things looked bleak indeed for the human race,
With all means of advertising at fear's beck and call,
Social media spreading fear faster than the plague.
Journalists no longer free to print without fear.
Real estate agents fearing lost sales,
Police and the courts in constant dis-pear,
With all the rest fearing to get out of bed in the morning
And fearing to go to bed at night.
All seemed lost,
With none prepared to go down the road of hope,
Love struggling to detect a steady heartbeat.
Then the unthinkable happened,
With no new people to frighten fear became bored,
And decided to have a field day.
With all communication under fear's control,
No one should have missed an invite.
Yet not a soul turned up on the day.
The women stayed away for fear of germs,
The men afraid to miss the sports play of the day,
The children afraid they might have to walk across the field.
Despite what you may read in your history book,
This was the true catalyst that turned the tide on fear,
And tore them free of its icy grasp,
So, they could become the force they are in the universe today.
When none turned up to the field day of fear,
The fear merchants with nothing to peddle on the day,
Went bankrupt,
The advertisers afraid of being sued slipped back into the ground,
Social media became social once more,
Journalists no longer resided in the gutter,
The real estate agents could not sell the field at any price.
And had to adjust their lifestyle,
The police and courts went back to serve the people,
Who now had a germ of an idea that fear could be conquered,
It was safe to walk across the field,
And watching the play of the day in real time was more fun.
As for fear,
It is still about,
And enjoying the healthy respect,
It is due,
Which is heart warming indeed for the future of the Human race,
February 26 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on Joshua 1-3
Key Verse– Joshua 1:9 Have not I commanded thee? Be strong and of a good courage; be not afraid, neither be thou dismayed: for the LORD thy God is with thee whithersoever thou goest.
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY STRENGTHENER
Lord God, You are my Strengthener…
…upholding me with Your courage
Thank You for prospering me by Your Word against sin-spoilage
While I meditate Your laws of success-principles’ storage
To combat dismay of frustrating damage.
Lord God, You are my Strengthener…
…uplifting me with Your commandment
Thank You for protecting me by Your might of valour-armament
While I rest in Your joy of holiness-settlement
To learn from Your goodness-commitment.
Lord God, You are my Strengthener…
…upsurging me with Your coming
Thank You for preparing me by Your love that’s heart-warming
While I enter into Your will, away from worldly roaming
To pursue after Your design for my righteous transforming.
Lord God, You are my Strengthener…
…uploading me with Your care
Thank You for providing me Your grace for divine welfare
While I lay myself at Your altar, honestly aware
To fall upon Your mercy along Your pity’s stare.
Lord God, You are my Strengthener…
…upbringing me with Your compassion
Thank You for presenting me Your deliverance-redemption
While I abide in Your cleansing sanctification
To descend from filthiness-corruption.
Lord God, You are my Strengthener…
…upturning me with Your covenant
Thank You for prodding me to have prayer life that’s vibrant
While I work in Your kingdom as Your heavenly inhabitant
To bear fruits for Your name, graciously triumphant.
Lord God, You are my Strengthener…
…upgrading me with Your Word of concern and comfort
Thank You for presiding over me by Your wisdom report
While I rise toward Your victory of grace-resort
To increase my faith, trusting Your miracle-escort.
February 26, 2023
This poem was inspired by a wonderful day, I was privileged to be invited to her majesty the Queen’s garden party 2015 in the grounds of Buckingham palace.
Human nature thrives on praise, a thank you given with a smile,
It makes you feel appreciated, loved, happy, life feels worthwhile.
As a simple gesture by the most important lady in our land,
Inviting you to her garden party makes you feel simply grand.
Our noble Queen Elizabeth graciously sends out invitations every year,
To those in our society who have enhanced it with love, inspiration and good cheer.
The Queen appreciates there are those who make this world a happier place,
Helping those in need, the elderly, the sick, inspiring our young folk the future to face.
This world never has enough happiness, contentment, relaxation and cheer,
To those who provide this important ingredient in our lives, we treasure dear.
Look deep into your heart, is there any small act of happiness you can do?
However great or small, it will make you happy and others too.
Our noble Queen sets her examples opening her doors to welcome you all,
To those who give their love, dedication and support to life’s ever
demanding call.
The Queen’s garden parties are a shining light in this troubled world of ours,
It is further enhanced with a display of glorious flowers.
To many who have been blessed to be invited to this event,
It will be remembered as a day of happiness, awe and wonderment.
It is a once in a lifetime invitation for folk like you and me,
Not many get invited to go to Buckingham Palace and join the Queen for
tea.
Let us hope the Queen and her heirs will not stop this heart- warming event,
It unites the Royal House with our Nation, praising our good folk, sincerely meant.
On behalf of our visitors I thank you for inviting us here today.
These parties are appreciated; we all hope they will continue to stay
We worship* You, Lord … praising You for Who You are
majestic in Your radiance, verily magnificent
splendid in Your goodness, constantly present
wondrous in Your glory, drawing us near to Your altar.
We worship You, Lord … trusting You and Your might
subduing our problems midst persecutions and trials
fighting our fears by Your omnipotent portrayals
meeting our needs with Your provisions' delight.
We worship You, Lord … listening to Your instruction
truths helpful to our miraculous transformation-seal
statutes ready for our revival with rejuvenation-zeal
precepts vital toward our maturity and sanctification.
We worship You, Lord … clinging to Your promises
faithful are they like Your forgiveness, greatly triumphant
immutable, remaining steadfast with Your bestowed covenant
reliable, though unbelief within us, intermittently oppresses.
We worship You, Lord …thanking You for Your counsel
guiding us through life’s puzzle to vanquish skepticism pout
leading us against vanity’s dazzle to learn from challenges' bout
teaching us to flex spiritual muscle to build divine testimony-castle.
We worship You, Lord … submitting to Your will
perfect in its entirety for us to enjoy serenely
holy in every angle where You direct us persistently
blessed in each aspect moving us to work, while Your purpose, fulfill.
We worship You, Lord … waiting for Your coming
reminder for Gospel sharing that grants everlasting life, indeed precious
inspiration to labour, propped by Your mercy, always gracious
excitement of eternal fellowship, truly heart-warming.
*Psalm 29:2 Give unto the LORD the glory due unto his name; worship the LORD in the beauty of holiness.
August 8, 2021
1st place, "Your Favorite Rhyme Poem in August 2021" Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France; judged on 9/2/2021.