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"How sweet to the heart are the scenes of my childhood"
Samuel Woodworth, 1785-1842
I remember my good old childhood days ~
feasting on fresh fruits, playing indoor games,
sharing home made meals - memory that stays!
Calling each other by naughty nicknames,
driving to nearby districts for weddings;
frozen in mind, those indelible frames!
Attending all cottage prayer meetings,
learning to cycle mid falls and bruises,
being on time for thanksgiving greetings;
playing catch with friends, fights and excuses,
watching cartoons, Shaktimaan* episodes;
we were free from worries and abuses!
Family together time at crossroads ~
that's what I recall as flashback implodes.
*Shaktimaan - a Superhero serial
11.19.2020
For Constance La France's "Terza Rima form" contest
JUST WRONG
Throughout my life’s journey,
I chanced to see,
Many things to this day that bother me,
Of which I was guided to the destiny,
for me, the straight and narrow, meant to be.
I saw at a grocery parking lot,
a young girl with her grandparent,
weather seething hot,
Swearing and belittling
her own grandmother
a berating like I never heard from another.
I saw a man mercilessly beating his dog,
Two policeman beating
two black boys in a fog,
I saw in an abandoned parking lot,
two parents stripping a branch,
child screaming a lot.
Their teen daughter cried out
in the rear of their car,
As they both administered lashes
and likely a life altering scar.
I saw a man teaching his toddler to read,
His badgering comments spoken,
made my heart bleed,
A black child in her classroom,
smart as a whip,
Raising hands, trying to answer,
yet constantly skipped,
And when overcome with dejection,
hurtfully cried,
Seeing the favor upon the others
her goddess teacher applied.
Scolded and made to feel
she was a problem child,
Became jealous and disruptive
and labeled wild.
I saw a tearful mother slapped hard
by her child,
Fearfully tempered her voice
pleading, all the whole while.
Seemingly entirely vacant
of parental authority,
Asking her child’ “Please behave.
You’re embarrassing me.”
These things and things alike,
are all around,
indicative of a morale
that's utterly cast down,
Our country spirals into
a very dangerous spin,
As our society implodes
by poverties within,
Yet seemingly more powerful is money,
than morality,
Leading our country into hatred
and cold-hearted senility,
And the power of the stars,
called celebrities,
Swaying all of Americans living,
in heroic hypocrisies,
Yet the true heroes are struggling,
and are underpaid,
with classrooms outnumbered
with our children to save.
I just have to believe
as my life continues on,
That more than I am a witness
of the things that are just wrong.
We big, tough, well-thinking male bearberries blew and we snarled and we spouted and we blew.
But those danged dandelions obstinately kept their tops on, no matter how much we did fuss.
Come on fellas, I said to my fellow bearberries. Here is just what we’ll do…
“I’m not taking them!” I screamed at B.B.2, our leader, a passive little cuss.
I was talking about those damned tiger lilies, our groupies.
I am so sorry Tiger Lilies, he told them. It’s just us bear berries today. He shot an apologetic look to T.L. 1 and T.L. 402.
I am sick and tired of my whole life being video- recorded by those selfie-taking nut-buckets, I told him, indignant, and with an angry face.
They will clean your house, wash your floors, pay your bills, wax your car, and do your laundry, said B.B. 2.
I don’t care if my house implodes on its dirtiness, I retorted. Just keep them in their place.
I was talking about those damned tiger lilies, our groupies.
Tiger Lily 58 sneaked back into the Bearberry Lodge, where Tiger Lilies are never supposed to be.
We did not see her at first as she used her invisibility tablet to reach us; I felt her heat on the back of my neck, before I saw her.
She began to give me a really nice, warm, massage and sweet backrub which was the best I had had times three.
Wow! What is that? I asked myself, as I began getting tingly and happy all over, and down under.
I guess I was talking about these wonderful tiger lilies, our allies.
My dad had told me a long time ago that the best pairings in the meadow was always a BB and a T.L.
Who are you? I whispered to Tiger Q. Lily 58. I am your soul mate, she responded, can you please meet me at 2?
Where? I wondered, and she immediately conveyed that she would be at northern rise of Bunny P. Hill.
I will be there with my matching rings, I told her. Are you ready? Yes, she agreed. No one else will do.
I am now hitched to a wonderful tiger lily, and all my mean thoughts
toward T.L.'s seem pretty damned silly.
(And I don’t care whether or not the dandelions ever lose their
tops. They are of no use to me now.)
Dated: May 12,2018
Candle light breaks
the lonely dark night,
Silhouettes of lovers
embrace one another tight,
Loves uncontrollable force
they are unable to fight.
Passionate kisses
they begin now to share,
As a ribbon is pulled
from silken soft hair,
their hunger and lust
fill the summer night air.
Bodies intertwined
in throes of pleasure,
reaching a state of ecstasy
which is without any measure,
feeling weightless and free
light as a feather.
Heartbeats quicken
As inhibition erodes,
Bodies shutter with bliss
As Intimacy explodes
Breathless and spent
As their universe implodes.
Gentle caresses are shared
As they look in one another’s eyes,
Not a single word is spoken
Just the sound of joyful sighs,
Both lost in a world of splendor
As the candle light finally dies.
It’s endless.
The words pour out of bodyless lips; honey oozing onto my burning, sheathed wounds.
Am I what they tell me I am?
The question expands through my membranes, inflating my insides until I detonate with the black of their degradation.
The sugarcoated insults hang in the air.
The sweetness intoxicates my silence until the noise implodes, a deliberate provocation to the vacuum of my consciousness.
I don’t want to be what they tell me I am.
Though, the vast, eternal plea for empathy betrays the feigning, defiant arch of my brow.
The hair follicles echo my hallucination of faith.
I wish for anything but the death of my soul;
A lack of voice.
Truth Escapes
Each day shorter
than the day
before
Each word
sharper
and meaning more
Time compressing
the past
implodes
Truth
escaping
— life’s final throes
********
The Enemy Within
Everyone lives
with a cancer
deep inside of
them
Waiting
like a panther
striking
from within
If not today
tomorrow
on that
you can depend
Setting up
a sneak attack
malignancy
— portends
********
Within The Lines
Verse
is my mistress
Poetry
my love
Every line
my beating heart
Rhyme
sent from above
Feelings
wrapped in verbiage
Passion
leads the way
Stopping time
within the lines
Couplets
— on display
********
Words Rebirth
The leading edge
of prescience
A doorway to
beyond
Walking through
the past adieu
As words rebirth
— in song
(The New Room: June, 2026)
The flame inside you implodes..
In every core of your being
You seldom notice..
Your passions..
Desires..
Hopes..
Dreams..
Your inspirational insights that lead..
lead you upon an awakening created by you..
Perhaps a masterpiece
A new invention..
An end to a fatal disease..
The flame inside you explodes..
Radiates..
An explosion of colors
A representation of you..
Each color signifies every chapter of your being..
From infancy..
To childhood..
To adulthood..
And beyond..
Visions of vibrancy..
Breathtaking..
Vivid colors glisten effortlessly..
Constantly they vibrate..
The light within you..
Penetrates your soul..
The essence of you is infinite..
You are the beacon of light..
As infinity
Light..
And love..
Soar together as one..
"Gutter Hearts"
He’s got a gutter Heart
bleeds words that birth
diamonds sharp on his tongue
They hit her like
bullets from an Uzi gun
Silent, her heart implodes like molten marshmallow
She’s standing in the cafeteria
moving grease with a smile
that cuts his goat’s cheese like sharp steele
He licks his fingers
his tongue stings, he's still burning in Chile
while his mind calculates her
Unknown to him
She moves white white to black calculated,
his cufflinks are mounted with Pearls
She spells him
a long sentence
dripping from her eyes onto
an empty plate of dreams
He writes what comes to his mind
on a paper napkin, a story
smudged with tears and cigarette ash
the words slip out slippery
antiquated, smashed.
“What would you like?”
she takes his order
“A Normal Girl,"
he passed his payment in cash
She smiles
and thinks, he’s the No Go Zone
He’s living in another world.
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
It's just a small crack
much like the one in the Old Liberty Bell
but here it is again growing,
in the torch of Lady Liberty's hand;
like any crack first made
it tends to grow and stretch
repaired yet recurring thru time
still inching larger and looming
over the freedom of mankind;
if you're not careful,
if you fail to tend its needs
forget or deny its original purpose
the freedoms, justice, and liberties,
those allegiances in which you once believed
will become crazing that erodes a little more
of unrepairable fissures that grow
fractures, breaking points that rupture and explode
as the cleft and breach of a democracy implodes;
until the world, you well knew is unfamiliar and lost
to a common-sense America no longer knows.
Far beyond the eternities under the spell of the blue moon's arch
fiery eruptions spread throughout the galaxies
purging God creations with a lustful revenge with unrelenting gravity
and destiny’s mischief's majesty hastening its ceaseless destructive march.
Ascending into a higher state of consciousness, in this intrinsic illusion
while the sun implodes spewing molten glass filling the blazing sky
his terrible destruction no longer nothing more than devious confusion
but a Cosmic and universal crisis in which all enemies must die.
The fiery warrior of the crimson moon of flesh and bone
journeyed from the eternities, passing through cosmic light
a tormented soul seeking his virtue’s bride, beyond the galaxy
In the land of the twin moons, where the sun has never shone.
He travels through the fiery sky, toward the blazing sun
lifting his heart to God above and keeping his conscience pure,
though a surging mist in greater part justified though he must endure
a chasm yawn both wide and deep, his raging fury had just begun.
He stood before the gates of a fiery hell where bitter
is the waters from the fountain dour and faced all its evil
and all its soldiers that massacred innocent people
shrouded by the atomic sky where the stars lost their glitter.
His soul engulfed with endless enmity for Knights and kings that perished
at the blades of his fiery swords they succumbed and lost their jewels
emerging victorious from the final conflict now he rules
though along the way warriors fell for the freedom that they cherished.