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I once had a friend iron-willed and rigid
she was uncompromising and stern
everything carved in stone
she was single-minded mulish
unyielding- unwavering in all things
I am an easy-going girl . . .
my hair a flowing river streaming- tranquil
oh yes, quite laid-back and calm, almost lackadaisical
but not weak or meek, or fragile
she never imagined my strength hidden . . .
I accepted her unbending ways (for a time)
her words- weapons trying to leave scars
never do I recall a person so determined and tough
so full of turmoil and self-hate
most of the time I tolerated her
but the wheel of time rolled and rolled
until I got sick of surrendering- I got sick of her
so, in the most delicate way
gracefully, kind and casual
and to her shock- I said
I have had quite enough of you . . .
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July 15, 2019
Poetry/Free Verse/a friend- so intransigence
Copyright Protected, ID 19- 1166-584-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Intransigence
sponsor, John Hamilton
Second Place
"As a Child to Man, The Turning"
When the father is missing
Where goes the child
Walking barefoot wild
on a beach where
all his sandcastles
are washed away
and mothers and sisters
are holy
their towers high
unreachable
he is measured against
the merit of the missing father
unrecognisable, unattainable
and his life lessons discovered
in a bitter prison of learning
as a Child to Man
understanding
LOVE
is the forgiveness
of abandonment
his truth is found
freedom floods
like his lost Ocean
in
The Turning
(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
"The introduction to his heartache began as a child
So it's no wonder that he grew up to be so wild.
So he protected his feelings in walls he imagined
But castles crumble exposing the frightened child"
The lady in the flowers
The lady in the flowers with the white cotton dress;
It flows behind her and clings to her, as she gathers her bouquet.
With her crown made from picked daisies, she looks like a Princess;
Her smile shines like a sun beam on the fourth of May.
In this magical place, we are lost no more; we are in love!
Good Heaven’s above, are sending signals to us.
As she dances through the tulips,
She is soft to the touch and receptive to my advances;
Ladies in lavender do not give second chances.
But she is truly forgiving all my misdemeanors;
She is a vision in white and I want to be dancing with her.
As the path made from patches of grass,
Leads us into a beautiful future;
I am at ease in this place of peace.
She passes through reeds and then I lose her!
She vanishes beneath the water and all I see is her waving goodbye.
Oh my! Where has she gone? I am screaming on the inside;
But as I dive in search of her, I find myself…
...in a wonder land.
I had never imagined that this dream could really have happened.
Into the water and through to the other side;
I climb out into her arms and again off she glides.
So once again I give kiss chase;
In case this time she is gone for good.
But she is never really leaving me;
She is just leading me to a place where we can be in love.
The leaves are multi-coloured
And this place has forever been hidden from all before.
She has welcomed me into her fantasy;
I can be a part of her world.
She skips through clear puddles
And in each of them I see my double.
I am a stranger on the inside
And I am rather befuddled.
But she is the fairy light I follow morning until night
And with all my might I shall become a part of her life.
Out into the clear, there is so much to see and to hear
And whenever she is near, blue birds suddenly appear.
A blanket is waiting next to a hamper for two.
We can rest now we have found each other…
Love is in bloom.
(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Form:
You Can’t
Go home.
You are not wanted, needed, thought about, or missed.
Why do you still want to go?
It is not the place on the map. It is a picture in my head.
It is not even real. It is imagined.
In my memory, which is not true at all…
In my imagination, which is made up and changed to be perfect.
There is a faultless house.
It is not large or small, but the outside is always white,
like snow. It is home.
Sometimes it is in the desert, sometimes a cabin in the woods.
Today, it is on top of a great mountain where eagles come to breakfast…
everyday.
You can’t make people love you. Some just can’t.
They have none to give.
Home is heaven.
We are passing through.
Abba Father,
Amen.
I must confess, I've undressed you, in my mind
Even made love, while thinking of you
The halo you wear round your finger
Ties the binds that I can't undo
He holds your hand
While I want your heart
Our souls feel alone
When we're apart
If loving you's wrong
Why does it feel so right
Slip off your halo tonight
I'm a man who tries to live by the right hand
But temptation, may cause me to burn
My angel's been taken by another
And I'm not sure, which way to turn
My conscious is guilty
Each I love you a ruse
Cause I know they should all be
Directed towards you
Shall we head on a journey
Where we turn out the lights
Slip off your halo tonight
My love, my lust, my want and my trust
All sit here waiting to prove
We've lost a lot of our past
It's time that we can't get back
So slip off your halo tonight
Did you think of me, when you said I do
The same way that I, imagined it's you
We both know how we're living
Maybe someday we might
Slip off our halos tonight
Let's slip, off our halos tonight...
If I was a boy, not yet a young man
I’d push some paper into your han’.
Lined and folded it would be,
moving words for you to see.
With thumb and fingers you’d hold it tight,
then angle and raise it to the light.
Clouded words, with love as one
All pushed out by a shining sun.
Was it ever meant to be?
Still they wander within me.
That note, those words, they wander in me.
Still they wander, still in me.
Then I was older, yesterday’s young man
and distanced from your remembered han’
Should wooden doors with bronze mail slots
Have been the place to place my thoughts?
Those unwritten words lived in my head,
Never sent and never said.
Politely they sat for so many a day,
nothing to alter their quiet stay
Was it ever meant to be?
Still they wander within me.
That note, those words, they wander in me
Still they wander, still in me
Now older still, tomorrow’s dead man
Rather than paper I’ll move my han’
To you it goes, open and worn
May yours mend my heart that’s torn
Was it ever meant to be?
Still they wander within me.
That note, those words, they wander in me
Still they wander, still in me.
I'll never know if it was meant to be
She left this life ahead of me
I still hold tight that imagined note
The one with words I never wrote
2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 9
Mark Toney
10/2017
It took us too long,
but eventually
we noticed Republican women
and Democrats both women and men
often preferred to spend about twice as much on domestic education
and defensively proactive mutual health care assurance
as compared to international defensive co-investment,
too often reduced to the militaristic over-industrialized budget.
And, of that international relations budget,
about two-thirds for growing cultures of healthy peace warriors
and maybe up to one-third on policing criminal offense
with cooperative co-investment intent.
So,
the domestic and educational security matriarchs
formed cooperative ecopolitical networks
for governing inside these fifty States,
while the more WinWin patriarchs
tried to mutually dominate
a more Left-Right Brain and Mind and Incarnate Body
of harmonic global co-investment networks.
Both internal and external cooperatives
rooted in Lovelock and Margulis double-binding
chemistry as also synergetic microbiology
producing Gaia Hypotheses of CoRevolution,
flowering in Golden Rules Revised:
Do not not ecopolitically flex and do
as you would have your great grandchildren remember like you,
with kindness,
contentment,
grace of awesome love,
continued abundant co-investment
in regenerational strings of polypathic mutual promise,
positively imagined in our retrospective matriarchal-patriarchal future,
multicultures of health-balancing wealth.
Your love is far
Far, so far, hmm, only an imagined love
But means everything. How to get closer?
Hmm, we can’t. You don’t move, I don’t either
Hmm. But you aren’t selfish, beautiful mermaid
A beautiful rose from a far world, a tale country
I can’t fly there, unknown your address, oh hope
Hope, hmm, the love, untouchable, inaccessible
You are far, living in the sky. I am in hell. Of you
Yes, love. You destroyed the love and all the hope
“You are a liar. You live in your hell.” No, I live in hell.
In The Hell. Oh, my heavenly life. Imagined by you
Hmm. But where is your hope? Hellish in heavenly?
Oh, no. The love has gone far away. Far, far. Dear love
Be my love. My heart is a love. Yours. Only. Our kind
Hmm. Please, make a feeling. To us. Hmm. A familiar
Bring closer
Somehow
The love
Your heart
Your love
To the heart
Into the love
Into
The Love
Give a chance
I need. Hmm
Love. Hmm
Hmm. You
Only
You
Love
You
i am a better man just by being a scene on your presence
i do not know how you broke through my shield, but i am glad that you proved me wrong
you got a grip on my arm's length and made me come closer
putting up with me, i guess that is what it takes
i laugh at the oftentimes absurdity of my unorthodox shyness
the fact the i am appreciated by you upgrades me in a way i would have ever imagined
i still backslide a bit, but you just pull me along and say 'come on'
you showed me what i was missing and what i was completely blind to
you took my regrets in your hand and made homemade drop biscuits in ascension
now i have stories, memories, and something to look forward to
i am a better man just by being a mere observer in your essence
Ringing in the ears.
Bring on anxiety and tears.
Imagined that you hear someone call out your name after dusk.
Vampires are zombies of the dust.
Dogs scratching at the door.
Wasted salt on the floor.
Killing a cricket in the house.
A raven flying through the house.
Dogs howling in the middle of the night.
Shapeshifting of a man when the wolf bane blooms and the autumn moon is bright.
It is bad luck to leave the house through a different door than the one you came into that day.
If your palm itches luck comes your way.
Step on a crack, break your mama's back.
Keeping shoes and hats on the bed bring on a heart attack.
Mama's submission;
White Folk had all the money and Black Folk had all the superstition.