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Dulcet scented cherries peak so sweetly
From the hewn branches where they stem
Frothy in flowers splendor perched steeply
Above the nimbus mists swelling magically within
My heart is pink with flowering buds in view
Shining upon eyes, twinkling with frosted newborn dew
Glistening and bringing joy that tenderly renews
Each delicate promise of nature gleaming through
This fairy’s loft and hideaway of heaven
Gathering with love’s passionate scented spray
Wafts and weaves in dream filled expression
The notes of Spring on this radiant sunny day
This feast of smell, this ambrosial confection
I view to impose as my heavenly perfection
October 17, 2022
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Futile lamentations reverberate along
corridors of times long gone, this papa
tearfully apologetic revisiting his base,
fitfully lachrymose torturing unrelenting
voluminous wrongs against thee dearest
precious daughter aware poetic/ prosaic
ministrations cannot substitute bonafide
nor ameliorate cumulative forsaken joys
requisite to bolster compromised delicate
innocence exhibited upon begetting deux
darling (wool worth more than fine spun
gold) healthily nurturing priceless progeny
two quickly grown to young womanhood
priceless offspring, whose treasured quasi
nubile kindled joie de vivre far surpassed
petrified plaguing yours truly (particularly
during pre/ post pubescent phase), outlook
grim to take life by the horns, nee apathetic
pestiferous psychological, frankly zapped
wracked, plagued aversion to live steering
any natural borne autonomy, (within meek
minecrafted muffled mortgaged self) bereft
existence, (albeit manifesting during latter
sainted days of boyhood), a death grip vis a
vis anorexia nervosa (robbing, stunting, and
halting critical puberty) against attaining my
maximum potential, nee then and every sub
seek went till present day truncating, stifling
raining aftermath of torturous, noxious, jinxed
insufferably hellacious, (hence reiteration to
cease livingsocial, rather antisocial) under_
scored, ordained, narrated by whirled series
of unfortunate events, (without courtesy of
Lemony Snicket), which passivity degraded,
exacerbated, fouled... gradual punctuation to
adulthood overridden when me as man-child
never tested survival, but found this scrivener
beating hasty retreat defeated by emotional
illness demarcating the Waterloo which I
fitfully fought when mandatory ultimatums,
measures, dictates...forced eviction within
cocooned hideaway (such as bedroom at 324
Level Road), which parallel repeated when
decamped at 1148 Greentree Lane, the latter
poisoned your welfare, with dire declaration
of toxic dependence (Zison's harshness) fed
deprivation, and desperation, while ye bore
brunt of emotional, financial, mental...fallout
indelibly etched within impressionable
Tabula Rasa, now the anguished suffering
ye unfairly experienced.
AU REVOIR!
Suburbia sprawls around the front porch.
Shy deer peep out of front windows
then whisk out of sight.
The groundhog is delivering news of the day,
he thumps his paws, morse coding headlines
only to run back
into his one bedroom apartment under
the roof of his green hideaway.
I could be shelling peas or whittling a piece of wood
with a Buck knife, should be rocking back and forth
on an old hickory rocker
but here in suburbia such things
are recalled
through peepholes in narrowing horizons.
This morning I aim my seeking mind
at the house chipmunk,
who for a while
rests in the morning sunlight;
all night he has been chiseling away
at the concrete step,
perhaps tunnelling out of here into a wilderness
he has never seen.
We all must find a new story for old paths,
why not here in the heart of these urban tracts
where strips of green
imagine wide open spaces?
We were born to travel here and there
every day a new frontier.
This place can be an uncharted map also
snugged as it is into a small glow globe
of back and front yard denizens
a glass that if shaken
reveals new backwoods views.
Through thickened woods and thorny brush
I chased the elf in silenced hush
Around intoxicating pines
And mossy-covered hanging vines
Taking care to mark the way
With petals dropped from rose bouquet
My distance safe from prying eyes
And forest creatures’ wilding cries
I stalked the fairy to his lair
With visions of the gold we’d share
I’d lie in wait and pounce at will
And marvel at my stealthy skill
Finally, his hideaway
Nestled deep in green decay
Nothing left to do but wait
And dream about my wealthy fate
The leprechaun began his work
Upon his face, the strangest smirk
But still he toiled with tools and nails
Evoking lovely olden tales
He cut and stitched a dozen shoes
The crafty work, a clever ruse
For soon his suit of green did fade
Together with his sly charade
The tap, tap, tap, a lullaby
Beneath the starry moonlit sky
My dreams of fortune quickly gone
Replaced by sunny rays of dawn
The cagey man was smart and swift
And left me with a parting gift
A pair of shoes so shrewdly soled
With dazzling heels of gleaming gold
Hideaway
Hideaway
Put it all in the attic
Runaway
Runaway
From the world when your manic
Giveaway
Giveaway
All your things when your depressed
Cuz maybe they’ll care when you’re dead.
Throwaway
Throwaway
Those thoughts. You know You’re a god
Go away
Go away
From all this, start a million things you’ll never finish.
Stowaway
Stowaway
The negativity and overconfidence
You’ll seem more normal if you do.
A struggle everyday
Cuz disorder doesnt go away
No matter how much booze I drink
No matter all the thoughts I think
Just think about what you would do
If you were me, and I was you
There's a point in your life,
When you have to take a step backwards,
And think Is this what life is about?
All the tears and heartaches,
All the games and the lies,
And you wonder and ponder,
What has my life come to?
When people are allowed to be,
So destructive and manipulative,
So uncaring, so cruel, so evil,
And you let it happen.
You allowed her inside your heart.
The one place you felt so secure,
And now she has broken your heart,
Into millions of tiny pieces.
All I can do now is hideaway,
So no one can find me,
So no one can see me,
So no one can hurt me,
Just me crying in the corner,
All by myself.
You and me we could take a slow boat to China
don't need an ocean liner it's only a stone's throw
where nothing would be finer
than to see all the tea in Shanghai flow
and share a Chinese takeaway in a hideaway
so if I know you that's where we'll go
and we'll run in the rain or sit soaking up the sun
there's only one thing when all is said and done
I'm the kind of feller who shares his umbrella
no strings attached let's see if we're matched
and if we're matched we'll have us some fun
it's no big to-do I only want fun with you
fun in the sun or under the moon
take it on the run whichever way it comes
or me and you too could sail slowly down the Nile
smiling all the while like a pair of crocodiles
and when we reach Cairo wave and say, "Hello,"
to the sphinx and the old Pharaoh
we'll keep it casual no 'putting on the Ritz'
come be with me then we'll see
if the shoe fits and if the shoe fits
when all is said and done yes it's true
I have to say every night and day
I only want fun with you
The island of Gili Meno
is a best-kept secret, they say.
Where all the fashionistas go;
until it becomes a tad passé.
I read it in a glossy mag
while waiting for my root canal;
with where to go to see a stag;
the secret life of Marc Chagall.
Some other best-kept secrets were;
where you can buy THAT wedding dress,
or should you tip your dad’s chauffeur?
And are there monsters in Loch Ness?
I found an ‘unknown Cotswold pub’
the secret to a perfect pie’
a secret door to a nightclub’
and that it’s cool to grow bonsai.
That Lady X once dated HIM;
that he collects his navel fluff;
quite why that singer’s rather slim
(and she was photo’d in the buff!)
A best-kept-secret hideaway,
the booking details right below.
Where is the best all-day buffet,
in France they call their water eau.
Best-kept secrets are all around.
Shush, don’t let everybody know
exactly where it was you found
how to book that French chateau.
With every sweet breath that caresses my cheek,
And silky tresses that trellis love-scented sheets,
Each new morning is from you to me a gift,
When your face is the first sight my eyes meet.
Down sun-dappled streets and leafy lanes we saunter,
Golden beaches echo with our merry banter,
Every small café is our own private hideaway,
So long as you’re here with me, not yonder.
Your eyes dance with the flickering gold of candlelight,
When the moon rises and twilight takes flight,
The garnet of wine, the crimson of roses,
Adorn the modest place we share each night.
Is this but a mirage, or will it come through?
Will Fate smile on us, will love hold true?
For this glorious future my heart aches,
When every day is dream-tinged, blessed by you.
I have to crane my neck
the small coterie presses,
I am too short
for long distance seeing
walls tower over my eyes
like curtains.
“You have to see the hidden in the hidden”
The svelte tailored nose-whisper
expects me to know what he means.
I do, but I am not going to nod
and affirm his effete conceits
besides, I am only here
because of the rain.
I am still trying to step back
to take the image in
from a far view
but there are backs
and back-packs,
slow dripping rain hats.
Spectacles are steaming up
in the muggy ambience,
and he is droning
going to a place
where flowers in a vase
mark a post-revolutionary
something or other.
Now I can’t see it at all
perhaps it is hiding in its
hideaway
almost in front of my face?
I overhear
over damp overcoats
it being coaxed
into something more,
much more
than a few blobs of color
caught indoors
on a rainy day.