Long Hold off Poems
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Thunderstorm crashing and hurricanes thrashing,
Tossed and torn by the weather that we try to navigate together,
Window pane mist lets fall the first morning dew, symbolism of the tears that fall from you,
Fingers just touching tip to tip, desperate to hold off the final goodbye kiss,
Defiantly we refuse to quit, there is so much more for us than this,
Down and outs, upon the floor, yet courage is our foot in fates closing door,
Morning glory shines so bright, the floodlights on this lovers fight,
To reach out for you and find you gone, do I have that fear? not once, not that one.
Lady luck forgot our names, but that did not mean we were out the game,
Snakes eyes, a roll of the dice, you're the only sure bet I would make in my life,
My comrade, my lover, my partner in crime, forever united time after time,
I may have regrets at the end of my life, but never my darling that I made you my wife,
So onward and upward our fight still goes on, it's sure been a battle, but hell its been fun.
My longing lips~
shriveled by the saffron sun
waiting for your summer kisses
were like ivory jasmine
waiting for a drop of rain
to land on her petite petals.
Ah, to kiss you once again
how could I hold off?
The first delicate drop
of summer rain was sweet~
as sweet as your rosy lips
engulfing mine~
making me live again
amidst scorching light
making August
a summer splendour.
Now it's September
but still I feel
the warm ember
as I watch birds fly
in the early autumn sky
imagining your sophic silhouette
meeting mine~
in the afterglow of day.
5 September 2020
COMPLETELY YOUR CHOICE(3) any theme any form
Contest Judged: 9/4/2020 9:34:00 PM
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
1st place
He asked the world to close the skies
He graciously thanked them for support
For sending food and supplies
He told them of the horror
As the death toll continued to rise
He said the sanctions are a start
But we need to close the skies
Shells and bombs rain down
In clouded aerial disguise
They fell on hospitals and schools
Losses of indescribable size
He said they target from above
He explained to his closest allies
Safely in their suits so far away
You need to close the skies
He asked from the middle of a warzone
Determination in his eyes
He said what if this were your country
Your children, your own battle cries
Your friends that took up arms
Hoping your new comrades aren't the spies
He knows the consequences
For the allies crossing lines
But how long can they hold off a giant
And tell loved ones their goodbyes
So he asked them. Please.
Close the skies.
The children always part their ways when they grow. Not because they don't love parents but because they feel no body understands them. They can't get over their emotions, they can't see what they have yet not imagined.
A parent knows the behavior isn't a mistreat, it is just that s/he is drowning in emotions. May what happen a parent can't leave, coz this is the time when the child really needs them.
A promise that a parent always keeps:
When the pearl is floating upon salty water.
I shall be there before it dribbles down.
When ever a spark is triggering the axon.
I shall be there to stifle before destruction.
When faults come crawling to tremble.
I shall be there to clasp and embrace.
When the star of hope is conking out.
I shall be there to lay hold of.
When the forlorn creeper is longing for support.
I shall be there till the last drop of blood.
When walking through the mist in dense dark forest.
I shall be there to pave the way n make sure that nothing bothers.
When Shying away in the eclipse.
I shall be there to remove obstruction to see you gleaming like the Sun .
When the regret pours down like rain.
I shall be there to jump beside in puddle n make the sorrow faint.
WORD REFERENCE :
Dribbles : To move downwards in a thin flow
Axon: Nerve fibre that conducts electrical impulses
Stifle: To stop something happening
Faults : Cracks in the earth's crust along which there is movement.
Tremble: Shake in fear
Clasp: A firm hold with the hands or arms.
Lay hold off: To hold
Forlorn: Not cared for
Conk out: Completely lose functionality.
Amidst the dark forest,
Deep among the canopies of fall,
Where the sunlight never reached,
I was the darkest shadow of all.
The mist showed the way, yet laced it with confusion,
Creating peek worthy curiosity and delusion.
Waiting for the ray of hope, a bit of sunshine,
Am I also trapped in this hazy loop of time?
Ssshhhh...the cold breeze reminded,
Silence is the wisest answer of all,
Hold your breath and calm your heart,
There's a prey sneaking, ready to take the fall.
Alas, the hope is here,
oh it's a reindeer,
The mystic & the skillful
Yet, wilderness in it is bound to disappear.
Grace & shine of the creature almost gives me hope,
I know it's within reach, but I hold off.
The eyes meet mine, & my soul ignites,
But the fear deep within, kills my might.
The beast of burden startles,
it's cautious legs stop,
It knows the mist of confusion, is a delusion after all.
The moment is here,
the prey too near,
Malciousness envelopes me in my despair.
The vines spread vast,
crunching the leaves in it's way,
He wants to run, but now it's too late.
Like a vicious snake,
the vines suffocate,
The wicked in me smiles,
enjoying it's excruciating pain.
My dear deer,
this is the fixer's downfall,
For the one they wish to hope,
becomes their doom after all...
Once we created starry nights,
and Mona Lisa with smile slight,
we covered chapels in heavenly scenes,
made David shine in marble sheen.
Now our 'art' make good folks scoff,
smear **** on paper, then sell it off,
mistaken for garbage, devoid of heart;
we need more beauty in our art.
Once our buildings truly soared,
steeples with stained-glass adored,
turrets, gargoyles, and balustrades,
reliefs and sculptures finely made.
Now it’s post-modern eye-sores,
and Brutalist crap that folks abhor,
Le Corbusier-made ugly things;
we need more beauty in our buildings.
Our music once humbled the gods,
here Mozart and Beethoven trod,
here genres rose out of the dust,
symphonies of sorrow, love, and loss.
Now it’s all the same damn chords,
sung by fools who write no words,
thuggish rap and pop too slick;
we need more beauty in our music.
Once we lived by honored codes,
built by lessons learned of woe,
forged by endless, bloody years,
forged to hold off bitter tears.
Now it’s all relativistic games,
we hate the wise, praise the insane,
but amoral words bring costs untold;
we need more beauty in our souls.
Some wish that beauty did not exist,
the mediocre, the bitter, the Marxist.
They praise the brutal as progress,
they claim the talented ‘oppress.’
These types made nothing glorious,
and have no care for such as us,
for beauty they care not a whit,
but we need beauty, so let’s go make it.
Nature's parable is the rose
Where beauty with pain entwines,
Burgeoning blossoms atop thorny stems
Ready to sting fumbling fingers.
Reverence brings its own rewards:
To inhale the dizzying scent,bow your head,
Hold off,riveted by richness of hue
Fresher than fresco,
Gaze upon the delicate whorls
Whereon Cellinis have tried their art,
Their icons paling beside the ardent blooms.
Virginal and seductive are those buds
Opening shyly and moistly to the sun's soft caress.
Velvet to the touch their melting petals,
Full blooms are wenches,fully ripe at their erotic peak.
Diffidence surfaces as the petals spread and lose their sheen;
Bereft of flowers,saw-edged teeth stand starkly menacing.
Memory,recoiling from raw reality,
Glorifies the fading pleasures
Until the masquerade revels anew.
If you are now reading this note
I am hoping you’ll understand,
I didn’t mean for any of this,
was trying to be a good man.
All that I was trying to do
was support my only son, Dan.
It started when he was eleven,
and declared to all that he was ‘trans.’
I’ve always been a progressive,
and though the news struck me at first,
I wanted to do right by my son,
wanted to lighten the mental hurt,
to be stuck in the wrong body…
I did not know what would be worse.
He would need help to transition,
so we began a doctor search.
Now we lived in small town Kansas,
it’s not known for progressive ways,
most doctors would not help us out,
wouldn’t give us the time of day.
We had to go to Topeka,
where a man heard what we had to say,
a doctor who would help us out,
as long as we were willing to pay.
We started with hormone blockers,
to hold off the male puberty,
that was followed by estrogen,
he grew out his hair to look pretty.
At first Dan seemed much better off,
for several months looked quite happy,
though didn’t like having to wait
whole year for the surgery.
But the day came, and the day went,
and then Dan’s transition was complete,
he now called himself Daniella
to any people he might meet.
Soon enough the whispers went ’round
to all the people on the street,
but I cared not for their ‘old’ views,
Daniella they would not defeat.
My parents stopped talking to me,
said allowing this was insane,
to cut up a child’s body
who had an undeveloped brain.
They said it was child abuse,
his future nothing but pain,
and what would happen if he grew
and came to regret this drastic change?
I called them out as ‘filthy transphobes,’
said they had hateful points of view.
My father just gave me a sneer,
and said, “Your son’s life is screwed.”
Of course then I just doubled down,
and said, “I have no use for you.”
I haven’t talked to them since then,
I so believed my words were true…
For the next few years things went well,
just Danielle, me, and my wife,
and my son seemed to adapt well
to the choice he had made in life.
But about the time he turned fifteen
something about him didn’t seem right,
one night I found hm in his room
Staring dolefully at a knife.
CONTINUES IN PART II.
*Image of Sidney Poitier.
Sidney Poitier RIP
~~~0~~~
Sidney,
Tony,
Defy's,
Tough Guys,
De-means,
Offed-Steams,
Mellow,
Fellow,
Recaught,
Re-Taught,
Best Friends,
Ne'er Ends,
~~~0~~~
Lillies,
Heel Eased,
Homer,
Mother,
Grapple,
Chapel,
All's Well,
Farewell,
~~~0~~~
Sidney,
Shelley,
Patch Blue,
Untrue,
Winters,
Splinters,
Equal,
People,
Her Role,
Sinkhole,
~~~0~~~
To Sir,
Teacher,
Chiefly,
Briefly,
Performed,
Reformed,
Damaged,
Managed,
Face-Off,
Hold-Off,
Better,
Fighter,
Well-Dressed,
Impressed,
Requests,
Speechless,
Process,
Redress,
~~~0~~~
They Call,
He bawl,
Tibbs, Sir,
Steiger!,
So Rod,
Applaud,
Detect,
Is Black
Visits,
King's Pit,
Disguised,
King-Sized,
Cordial,
Virgil,
Slappin',
White Man,
Surprised,
Advised,
Gillesp...,
Impressed,
Phillies,
PD's,
Number,
One-er,
Export,
Expert,
~~~0~~~
Guess Who,
These Two,
Invite,
Despite,
Color,
Scholar,
Parents,
Clearance,
Partial,
Cordial,
Martial,
Naught So,
Dinner,
Winner,
Airport,
Support,
Departs,
Two Hearts,
~~~0~~~
*RIP Mister Poitier*
I was honored to have had a one-on-one intro with Mr. Poitier, in 1977, Oakland, CA. I found him to be a passionate man of his industry and one who bears a considerable measure of compassion ... he will be sorely missed.
Surrounded by loved ones, Poitier died at his Beverly Hills home in California of cardiopulmonary failure, (02/20/27-01/06/22) at 94.
2022 February 11
*1st Place*
A STRAND (1071)
~~Brian Strand: Judged 2022 February 12
It's a nightmare down on Elm Street. Satan's waiting here at home.
Where's that little Freddy Krueger with his nails of sharpened chrome?
And that dearest Michael Myers, as he's always sure to call?
Halloween won't be so keen without some slashers in the hall.
They're all meeting up with Jason and the other demon spawn
to pay Old Scratch a visit, so I'll leave the porch light on.
I'm your sugar devil daddy and I'll tempt you if I can,
so now open up those goody bags, cause I'm your candy man.
Welcome, all you little zombies. Here, I've got some flesh for you!
It's in a candy wrapper and so much easier to chew.
Just hold out your plastic treat bag, and hold off eating me.
The junk I'm gonna give you tastes much better than my knee.
It's so loaded up with sugar, you'll be bouncing off the walls.
So go ahead and gorge yourselves and fill the bathroom stalls.
Kneel before the porcelain god or use the toilet sink.
You can always use the practice now, for later when you drink.
You can't take a piece of healthy fruit or any home-made treat.
The media have made damn sure it's only junk food that you'll eat.
So celebrate my holiday and consume till it's obscene.
Welcome into my domain... and Happy Halloween!
October 15, 2014