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I am 70 years old…I spent a good deal of my life teaching students with Autism
I like to think I’m as enlightened as I can be…
I work in a bookstore for goodness sake…
if anyone knows not to judge a book by its cover…that anyone should be me!
On the walks I take each morning it’s rare for me to see
another person on the street who gets up as early as me.
But the other morning as I turned downtown..up ahead of me…not too far away
I saw a large figure looking in a window…and I was heading his way.
He was wearing a black trench coat that stretched down to his feet.
Did I mention he was large…and tall…this person I was destined to meet?
As I got closer I realized he was looking in the window of my bookstore.
and how in the time it took to reach him…he seemed even larger than before.
He looked at me and smiled…then said, “I love bookstores…don’t you?”
“They’re filled with knowledge…different stories and different points of view.”
I exhaled (I hadn’t realized I’d been holding my breath) and said,
“I totally agree with you…
and believe it or not,” I smiled back,“I work in this bookstore too!”
We talked about authors he liked…
from Kurt Vonnegut, to Alexander Dumas to Ernest Hemingway…
and after spending a few moments together…we went on our separate ways.
As he walked away I called to him and when he turned his head…
I said, “Come back Friday night when I’m working…
maybe we’ll find a book you haven’t read.”
When I first saw him from a distance I immediately judged him on his looks…
which is never very smart…
because, once again, I learned you can’t always tell form the outside…
what someone is thinking…what’s inside a person’s heart.
As I headed home I realized I was not as enlightened as I thought I was
and I wondered if he’ll come back Friday…
I sure hope he does.
the headstone reads In Loving Memory . . .
though the clock of time ticks and ticks I will not forget
for your death left a scar on the map of my soul
dad- my heart swells with a sea of tears
when I come to visit you in this place of cold stones
the clouds sail happy across the sky
but my heart is held by a chain of lead
you were the kind a man who lived each day
loving nature and teaching this girl everything
I can still see us meandering a winding trail
and how we loved to feed the ducks on the pond
the sweet memories last amid the dregs of sorrow
my life is weather stained and ravaged
since that sad day . . .
I have fallen to my knees asking why
why, why, why, why, why, why -
until my last breath dad, you are in my heart
oh, I held you in death and did not want to let go
of your cold hand . . . . holding it to my cheek
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June 29, 2020
Poetry/Free Verse/death left a scar
Copyright Protected, ID 20-1263-974-03
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France
Written for the contest, In Loving Memory
sponsor, Regina Riddle
First Place
I hope Inside this sorrow
It will give me strength to Love
Dark jewels In my weakness
Through rainbow colour mist galling dewdrops
Wishing a thousand miles away dreaming
In the sorrow of a grieving heart
Beaten down with sorrow and despair
Darkness dispells the light of my Love
The Angels' tears fall with my own sorrows' river flows
The grief of Love destroys before life's sun
In the valley howling winds
Lifting waves crashing Inside
Ocean coils spreading ashore
Landing upon the golden distant sands
Of never ending joy of paradise
In memories veil we swim within chasms of light
Love abounded no ripples In Souls' ocean
Heavens' fields of blue sprayed with golden Joy
We Loved In fields' of Gods' flaming glory
In grief bring back Love filled days and nights
A little frog sitting on his lily leaf sad
Rubbing his googly eyes with little webbed fingers
Wishing his Princess begging deeply kiss away
His deep loneliness holding Love a special dream
Now In her anguish fairy princess on her knees does beg
Love shall return to rust laden heart
Time now to search for Loves' Rose memories
Weep not my Love spell broken by Loves' sweet kiss
I come by rainbow bridge
A Collaboration by Liam Mc'daid and Michael Clarke.
The clarity of it all.
The glitter of the noise once enveloped,
Burst out into bits of incertitude.
It should be succinct but,
Sounded like a rippled sense of warning.
A threat that was also a hug.
The glitter was an emphasis;
It wasn't gold.
With the puny efforts of a supposedly scented life,
While the garments are continuously hemmed with unkept promises,
Neman held the outstretched hands.
Hands wide open but scarred.
Wondered if it was right to hold them;
The noise once enveloped;
The sound of it all;
Neman told me it glittered more.
Like a starry vision with tingles.
Holding those hands with a fidget.
To let go or not...
This day shouldn't be so bleak
Find some strength- don't be so weak
We can work it out if you
Let me in I'll see you through
Whatever the days will bring
Our love can get by anything
I promise we will not fail
We won't sink, our love will sail
Through the stormiest of seas
Holding on tight is the key
Don't let go or we will drown
Together we are safely bound
Tied together we won't break
There is way too much at stake
To break down falling apart
I promised you right from the start
We'd always be tightly tethered
Bound through every kind of weather
Please hold on and don't let go
We'll be each others safety float
Treading the waters of love
Keeping both our hearts above
The deep water we can save
Each other --lets just be brave
Can we let our love seep
Into our hearts where we can keep
Every single heartbeat safe
Locked up tight with no escape
I don't want to lose what's standing
Right in front of me, I'm handing
Over my whole life to you
Where I hope it's turned into
Something more than what it is
Every hug and every kiss
Will not be wasted-- shoved aside
My words are truthful-- not a lie
Phoenix
The phoenix flies throughout my life;
Fire wings send it flying so high.
As it rises up into the sky,
It disappears and reappears, back at my side.
From my hands it goes out to search the land;
The ashes of love are the only traces I have.
Once it was here, but now my phoenix has gone;
I know one day it will return and I will be reborn.
Letting go of holding it tight;
I let my phoenix fly off into the night.
In summer it died, burnt to a crisp by the golden sun,
But the phoenix’s life returns with another one.
Immortality is just a fantasy,
But the phoenix flies eternally.
The flames of love burn endlessly.
My phoenix exists inside of me.
(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Form:
We have five basic senses…which we use daily without thinking about them much
There’s seeing and hearing and tasting and don’t forget…smelling and touch.
Our senses are interconnected…into our life they’re totally infused…
but occasionally we’re asked..hypothetically
If we had to lose one…which one would we choose?
Of course we’d want to keep our sight!
Certainly sight in our top three
There is so much beauty surrounding us…so much beauty we want to see.
Of course we’d want to keep our hearing!
There are a host of sounds in the world that enthrall…
We’d have to keep our sense of hearing so we can listen to them all.
Of course we’d want to keep our sense of taste!
to quench our appetite and satisfy our thirst.
And what good would our sense of taste be
If we couldn’t smell what we’re eating or drinking first?
Which leaves the sense of touch…as down our list of senses we scroll
by the sheer process of elimination…touch is low man on that totem pole.
But this quarantine…this virus has shown us…as it’s filled us with anxiety and fear
That to touch is just as important …as to see, smell, taste and to hear.
Keeping or social distance has made us realize…this fifth sense…matters much!
That even with our other four senses working…we find we still miss that human touch.
We understand how holding hands, walking arm in arm,
a kiss, a hug…a simple pat on one’s back or one’s knee
is just as important in our lives as the ability to hear, smell, taste, and to see.
So the next time I’m asked…hypothetically
If I had to lose one sense…which one would I choose…
I’ll say: I’ve been blessed to have all five in my life
and there isn’t one that I’d choose to lose.
These are my English translations of songs sung by Dimash Kudaibergen.
This is my translation of one of my favorite Dimash Kudaibergen songs, the French song "S.O.S." ...
S.O.S.
by Michel Berger
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
Why do I live, why do I die?
Why do I laugh, why do I cry?
Voicing the S.O.S.
of an earthling in distress ...
I have never felt at home on the ground.
I'd rather be a bird;
this skin feels weird.
I'd like to see the world turned upside down.
It ever was more beautiful
seen from up above,
seen from up above.
I've always confused life with cartoons,
wishing to transform.
I feel something that draws me,
that draws me,
that draws me
UP!
In the great lotto of the universe
I didn't draw the right numbers.
I feel unwell in my own skin,
I don't want to be a machine
eating, working, sleeping.
Why do I live, why do I die?
Why do I laugh, why do I cry?
I feel I'm catching waves from another world.
I've never had both feet on the ground.
This skin feels weird.
I'd like to see the world turned upside down.
I'd rather be a bird.
Sleep, child, sleep ...
"Late Autumn" aka "Autumn Strong"
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
based on the version sung by Dimash Kudaibergen
Autumn ...
The feeling of late autumn ...
It feels like golden leaves falling
to those who are parting ...
A glass of wine
has stirred
so many emotions swirling in my mind ...
Such sad farewells ...
With the season's falling leaves,
so many sad farewells.
To see you so dispirited pains me more than I can say.
Holding your hands so tightly to my heart ...
... Remembering ...
I implore you to remember our unspoken vows ...
I dare bear this bitterness,
but not to see you broken-hearted!
All contentment vanishes like leaves in an autumn wind.
Meeting or parting, that's not up to me.
We can blame the wind for our destiny.
I do not fear my own despair
but your sorrow haunts me.
No one will know of our desolation.
Keywords: Dimash, song, lyric, translation, lullaby, SOS, S.O.S., autumn, strong, fall, earth, earthling, bird, world, distress, cartoon, cartoons, sleep
New year wishes
In mid town dishes
Served with love
For the loved ones
Forever waiting
For this day to be coming
So that
One could leave his past
And move on
Never mind
What mess goes around
Live your life
Till you drown
Every morning brings you a reason
Don't let that reason make you smile in glum
Instead break every chain
That blocks your way
Get them apart
And move on your path
There's alot to see
Instead of holding old crises
While others are in glee
Atlast this year came to an end
Now there another one in trend
So wishing you
A Prosperous New Year
She feels your eyes on her like she's a criminal
And the feeling is not deemed subliminal
Manipulate others to see it your way
Minimizing her just makes your whole day
What are you thinking that she would steal from you
In possessions and home, she has as much as you do
The difference being she got her's all alone
You relied on others to help pay for your home
Following her like she's a snake that will bite
As if she has enough venom to strike
Dismissing her as if a servant isn’t right
Putting her out like the trash every night
Holding against her things from the past
A couple of times when she strayed from the path
Teenagers make mistakes the same as you do
Why do you treat her as if she were still two
Criticize her to friends and family
One day you will turn and there no one will be
She has about had it with your dictatorship
Magnify things in your mind ain’t legit
Raised her kids had trials in their teenage years
If she held it against them she’d hear nothing but jeers
Looking for scorpions in your snake pit
Look around closely she's not that viper that spits
Sorry that she has always been your side thorn
You broke her and now the relationship is torn
Don’t you realize yet that she is the only one left
By not mentioning you deny that she even exist
You brag about the children she has born
Yet she is the one you act like sprang from the corn
One day you’ll wake up and soon you’ll realize
Her Teenage mistakes are the reason they thrive
Without those mistakes, you would be all alone
Who is the only one who stuck close to home
Take a good look she's a woman full grown
Think about that when you toss up your bones