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Are you ready for forgiveness,
has that time finally come
You’ve done everything else in life,
holding back on just that one
Is it time to say “I’m sorry,”
for the hurt and pain you’ve caused
Is it time to shed false glory,
and end this dreadful pause
Is it time to try and reconnect,
with those loved ones that you left
Is it time your pride no longer hides,
behind the grandest theft
Are the tears then real for what’s gone by,
to which river do they flow
Has the time now come to stem the tide
—and let your feelings show
(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2016)
REFRACTING REFLECTIONS
"Imagine a lovely garden, tea for two, and this story . . . "
All the barriers broken down
Nothing left to shelter it,
Her heart now exposed
The first time in years
She has left it all bare,
Unlike all the other times
When the excuses piled up
Before it even started
“Why would you do things differently, this time around?
She looked at me, with a puzzled face
“I don’t know” was her reply
Maybe I need to see what will happen
If I let things be -
Not let my fears
be my principle decision maker
just take the plunge,
I might find that little rainbows
Lead to bigger things
Moments of happiness
Or even love
That has eluded me…
Maybe I am ready now
To embrace
Not having control
Over my emotions
Whatever they might be -
I looked at her,
Holding back tears
With just one wish,
That I would be as brave
As her one day,
That the mirror image
I see, be
Reflective in me
Maybe that day is closer
Then what you might think
The echo came -
It may only be
a breath away…
Refracting Reflections
By Wilma N. Neels
Contest Name : I Fancy another Sad Poem
Date: 15/08/2011
I meander the winding pebble path
where the bumbles bounce . . .
holding back my sorrow and wrath,
for my beloved lay in eternal peace;
among bird songs that never cease.
A place of tears and grief alive with life,
oh, still I feel the pain- the knife;
where the bumbles bounce . . .
among the stone grave markers jewels bloom,
on many a plot, monument and tomb.
My love is deep- my sadness is deeper,
was not ready for that dark reaper;
oh, so quiet, secluded and serene,
where the bumbles bounce . . .
in this garden of death and green.
I see a butterfly and dragon fly,
and sparrows flutter from trees high;
quick, a squirrel, chipmunk and shy raccoon,
and now a song of love- I croon,
where the bumbles bounce . . .
______________________
March 10, 2022
(inspired by an older poem)
Poetry/Rhyme/My Love Is Deep
Copyright Protected, ID 01-1437-759-10
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Was a virgin
long time
waited until he
pulled back that veil
He kissed me for the first time.
Never wanted to be
Handled nor touched
Became weak, for the musk of him.
Through him, I learned to trust
again.
I could tell by his smell
His chemistry intrigued me.
loved to cuddle
Under him for the foreplay.
Never wanted to go all the way.
I awakened to his flavor
I could savor in his touch
He brought out that
Streak in me, that freak in me
My natural ability;
That only he could induce.
He squeezed the juice
From my fruit.
No one else could do it.
In another place in time
Our signals were aligned
He then becomes aloof to our truth.
Time passed I could inhale
No one else, they were never
Fresh, always stale.
I stayed in celibacy
Wrestled with that
Spirit in me.
Nearly twenty years without
Sharing sheets.
Re-virgin, for certain
Repulsed by mankind
Turned my head away
When people spoke to me;
Repulsed by air stirred by any
Other human beings.
He found me unchanged
Waiting to inhale,
His fragrant smell.
Settled in, he began
To make me laugh again.
He sighted the truth in my eyes
I could not hide what was inside.
There was a rumbling within;
My eager freak met
Him tit for tat.
He touched places
And I touched him back.
He erotically awakened,
All that was at stake.
Holding back nothing.
I am his escalated freak
Born again from
The abstinence, I withheld.
Born again from his
Intoxicating smell.
There was a streak in me.
And only he—could bring
Out that freak in me.
He is my spirituality
I love him religiously.
.... and I be born again.
And all is well.!
Stoic, is my demeanor
Masculine through and through
I’m as tough as the tough guys come
More manly than all of you
Emotions are for sissies
My tears had never flown
Catastrophes, I greeted with smiles
Heartbreak I’d never shown
She was all of five years old
The sweetest child I’d ever seen
To be told that she is dying of cancer
Was a diagnosis too obscene
Forty years of pent up feelings
I had learned to keep inside
Putting up a manly façade
Not even knowing what I did hide
And then the door flew open
As wide as wide could be
The dam holding back my humanity
Broke down inside of me
I shaved my head to be like her
I held her little hand
I would cry and laugh and giggle with her
Every moment that I can
Being a man doesn’t mean pretending
That your heart cannot be touched
It means being there to share your love
Helping others when life gets rough
It took a five year old, little girl
To really show me how to be a man
The courage she had to fight her fight
Proved her to be tougher than I am
I no longer hold back tears
I say, “I love you” all the time
Showing the world exactly what I feel
I no longer view as a hideous crime
I wept at her funeral
And, I’ve cried every night since
That door remains wide open
A tough guy’s recompense
Often made to feel you’re less
Should you care any more?
Can you escape the cruelty,
while occupying your own shore?
People remain unbalanced,
by only seeing you one way.
For their minds travel Straight,
they can’t understand Gay!
The world has moved on,
so kiss guys or kiss girls.
Embrace Straight, Gay, Bisexual
or polyamorous with curls.
Yes, it shouldn’t matter,
love happens between the ears.
Yet sadly all some can do
is label others as Queers.
We each have our own needs
all ashamed and sorta broken.
Fearing what others might discover
elemental desires remain unspoken.
Where you place your bits in private
shouldn’t matter to her him or me
Freely embrace your sensual self,
Holding back is insanity.
So pass me a rainbow flag
To celebrate each one of you.
We can all come together
to support the many and the few.
If I have used any of my descriptors in a way that is offensive please let me know. I am in a state of learning.
I have been holdings back the tears because I have nothing to fear
I have been holding back the tears for more than twenty years
There is something enigmatic about me that everyone is dying to see
I have enough empathy to fulfill my responsible. I have weathered all the storms from midnight until dawn and I am not tired yet so you don’t have to fret.
The mornings and the evening come and go and I am surrounded by the cupboards, cabinets and special desks, my lab is in my head and I can raise the living dead. And when wisdom call out form above I will be
standing by the door with everything you need to make your life stable
Here I am in this open space looking around at the myriad faces staring at me, and asking questions that cannot be heard but are silently answered. They knock from door to door and then travel to the sea shore
I look beyond the brightly lit skies with golden colors running all over
And thick clouds running below pressuring me and telling me that it is time to go
I watched those running cables beneath the ground from country city states and towns and the concrete positioned between them and talking
furiously to them in a strange language that arouse my curiosity. I didn’t know what to make of it but that image keep reflecting with a chip and the sun keep shining on it. The object is moving around with a message for the town.
They walked down the street in droves with sad and happy faces and people of all races, some dancing and chanting, others singing and shouting and another group walked slowly talking with one another in silent whispers. They hurried down the bridge with courage baked
in their faces and curiosity running a thousand miles beneath the earth
Cars and buses trucks and vans circle around the bend and meet at curiosity bridge. There are no divided oceans or barriers on the bridge, and you can meet your fortune on one side and your destiny on the other side. When the crowd decreased and the noise ceased, I will wait for you on the pinnacle of curiosity bridge, hope meet with hope and peace meet with peace to seal their fates and climax the race.
Anger sets in, deep in the mind.
Amygdala fires up, logic becomes blind.
Tightness of chest, muscles tensing, preparing for fight or flight.
Anger sets in, deep in the mind.
Thoughts crash and topple trying to find.
Scrambling to make sense, to rationalise!
Eyes widen, jaw stiffens as adrenaline flies!
Anger sets in, deep in the mind.
Darkness is craved from the logical side.
Trying to find somewhere to hide.
Quiet needed now to temper the mind.
Alone with yourself but of a different kind.
Anger sets in, deep in the mind.
Rage containment, holding back the tide.
Sitting still, of warring will to contain the anger inside.
Draining strength to cool the blazing fire.
When anger sets in, deep in the mind.
Little girl witch is stirring the pot.
Brew might not be tasty, but it is hot.
Froggy takes a nap on the shelf above.
Unconcerned as a sleeping dove.
The cat’s eyes are huge, he is afraid.
He has seen other things little witch has made.
The mice are scurrying, hiding away now.
Before they hear the mighty pow!
For when the brew turns into a thing
There is no holding back its sizzle and sing.
It can come creeping along the floor.
And you will be annihilated forever more.
Unconcerned, the little girl witch is stirring
The cat is looking for a place, no longer purring.
In a few seconds he knows it will be too late.
BAM! Creatures left behind now will live their fate.
Love is sacrificial,
It gives all without holding back,
It stands to defend,
Putting itself on the line.
Love is a traveller,
It goes on miles to seek the desired,
It journeys with the beloved,
Distance is not a barrier.
Love bears every circumstance,
Thorns and thistles fraught,
Briers and nettles abound,
It stays close through thick and thin.
Love is a comforter,
It heals deep cuts and wounds,
It’s a solace for the bereaved,
It’s a prop for the troubled.
Love is an upholder,
It lifts from the basest level,
It carries on eagle's wings,
It channels positive energies.
Love is a boundless stream,
Unpolluted and undefiled,
Sufficient for all who want to fetch,
Available in a serene flow.
August 20, 2022.