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Like a raging river barreling toward an arid basin,
sediment collects inside a hardening heart.
Weighing heavy, eyelids flutter over drowning maculas;
all that can be seen are murky riptides.
Vision cuts out.
Frantically flaring arms desperately try to skim the surface,
dragged deeper into an unknown chasm.
Sub-zero temperatures shroud panicking flesh.
Prying eyes open, undiluted pitch darkness surrounds.
Gasping for oxygen, lungs inflame.
Excruciating pain catapults through weakening legs.
Safety is nowhere to be found.
Reaching into an intolerably tight pocket,
I feel for your disintegrating picture.
My savior became my impending doom.
Only evanescent memories remain
at the bottom of this watery grave.
pt 2 of quaternion
sweltering
the unpaved streets
intolerably stifling
everyone
seeking cool air
sitting
enjoying the resite
from
the unusual heat
the past
called to mind
the inconvenience
the fear
to venture out
any capricious
movement
stifled
sucking breath
and perspiration
in torrents
tottering about
clothes fluttering
homewards making
under a clear sky
completing responsibilities
in the dry
desolate
landscape
till
it runs with rain
no one lives
in the house
abandoned
to seek the shade
until
the late evening
hours
this season
of long days
humid nights
the advanced in age
apt
to fall asleep
with
reflections
of an idle hour
This Romeo is bleeding, but you don't see his blood - Bon Jovi - Always
I pretend not to care that you're gone.
You don't see me bleed through my skin,
but my heart sure is bleeding, so please...
Come back to me!
Come back to me!
Would you care to know how much time
I spend pining for your return?
There aren't enough hours in the day!
Come back to me!
Come back to me!
Do you know how long
you swim in the sea of my mind?
My beloved, I miss you intolerably.
Come back to me!
Come back to me!
I would if I could genuflect;
before you with my hands folded
endlessly pleading, please...please...
Come back to me!
Come back to me!
Come back to me!
Your sudden goodbye left me blindsided
We planned to dream til infinity...
now I'm so lonesome I could cry.
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Strand Choice G,Any Form,Any Theme Poetry Contest(Winner: 3rd Place)
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
03/15/2020
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Famous poetic lines 3 - Love songs Poetry Contest (Winner: 2nd Place)
Sponsored by Silent One
Date written: 02/15/2020
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Do you know the concern?
"S/he knows just enough
about a through z
to be dangerous."
I am uncomfortably familiar
with this analysis,
a weapon often wielded
from ivory towers
overly influenced by ideology
masquerading as theory
rooted in statistically measured experience,
severed from historical-cultural,
biological-neurological indigenous context.
Even so,
one feeling I am sure of
my own too robust expertise
is Intolerance.
And, now I am discovering
I have chosen to join a community
with a multicultural intention
to embrace,
or at least tolerate,
all souls,
all species,
all living systems
except those deemed too intolerant,
too wounded,
for multicultural health
as a resonant indicator
of economic and political wealth.
We are exclusively intolerant
of intolerance
because we would provide safe sanctuary
to all souls,
especially victims of monoculturing intolerance,
of win/lose economic and political supremacy,
strategy
gamesmanship.
I find a tension here
between unconditional love
and lacking sufficient curiosity
and courage
to discuss shared values
and disvalues
with those too defensive
too hurt
too lost
too conservative
to tolerate intolerably ***** me,
to tolerate the alien Other.
This reactionary intolerance
of intolerant prejudice
bigotry
often straight white male supremacy,
feels like further breeding ground
for misunderstanding,
segregation,
mutual divestment business as usual,
more win/lose devolutionary anger and fear,
more potential violence,
hate,
war
More egocentric privilege
rather than universal ecosystemic love power
Actively hoping to cooperatively uncover win/win
polycultural resolutions
resiliently curious
and courageous
when in the presence of win/lose competitions
intolerant of active hope
for restoring peace
by retiring retributively inflicted punishment
shunning
non-communication
anti-communion
for past sins of intolerance.
I’ll exit in quiet and angst-hastened steps
Over the sanded dust on that jinxing floor;
And with well-metered gait soon shoot out
Into a sea of blank faces beyond the door.
I own I must pity each unspeaking grain
Of sad earth asleep under my agile feet,
Unaware of those heavy strides of pain,
Resolute where tears and anxiety meet.
I nurse a weird thought that I’ll encounter
An intolerably inquisitive eye as I saunter
Past every low stretch of panicky ground,
Curious whereto my swift legs are bound.
It will be a hastily embarked on walk to far
Climes cast between two impossible walls:
Meanest Fate on dim life's left-handed end,
Luck posted on shinier side of such fracas.
At seven-thirty in the chilly morn’s breeze,
I’ll roam wherever Destiny’s winds please!
Thy love hath possessed me, and consumed mine every thought.
An inescapable prisoner; handed an irrevocable sentence of love.
Thy memory hath become my ever constant companion, my dearest friend.
My imagination carries mine heart to thee.
I have dreamt thee so close that I could almost hear the beat of thy heart.
How strong the illusion and how intolerably cruel when it vanishes in the night.
I languish in love and longing akin to pain.
I reach for thee in my dreams only for you to disappear on the whim of a touch.
Mine soul is disquieted in me; a raging storm of rapture and despair.
How long, shalt I mourn for thee? How long till I hold more than your memory?
Tis more than I can bear, but alas I will close mine eyes to sleep ,and once again
meet you there.
What would you say
is the opposite of music therapy?
Oh, probably some way too loud
dissonant cacophany mess
of intolerably angry and frightening
bombastically hateful noise.
Why do you ask?
Just wondering if it's just me
who sees and hears sounds of war
against peace advocating music therapy
in some synergetic harmonic way.
Who would you think is the least multicultural musical
therapeutic personality
on the US nationalistic scene?
Oh my!
We have so many loud
self-promoting voices
preferably unsung
quite so publicly.
But, one who blare and twitter Trumpets
his anti-therapy voice
more than others
does come to painful mind
and oppressed heart.
Yes,
for me as well.
On the other hand,
a couple of dance and family health therapists
come to mind
on the more positive side
of healthy faith in music healing depth of tone
and hue
and liberating interdependent cry.
I hope we hear
healing antidotes,
less minor keys
more resonant resounds
of deep learning resilience
mid-term sooner
than full-term dissonance.
Wems Henry Temmy Psalm 83
Darkness darkened atmospheric blue to at most 95? I suggest
At least there is always a clue to a path of light darkness can't arrest
Sound's symphony can't beat its echo no matter how loud
So will the sky not be fully darkened to blackout the cloud
How time will never get to the zenith of every handed crime
Unless it doesn't live in document accessible enough to sublime
No matter how, there is always a fact unknown to be let out
Just like the sport players' qualities cant be all open to a scout
We see with diverse mind and reason with varied eyes
At the surface, beyond it and in-between its melting pointwise
Is that a song to take to heart wooing worries cum forgiveness?
Or you are just been much of thinking without assertiveness
For reasonable ideology wont take away exposition
Quality enough to make do with in this dispensation
Rather than taking alcoholic enduring doctrine considerably
That doesn't trend with modernity in which we live intolerably
In stupidity for them who do not have our interest
Doing same but complaining we have really digressed
Norms they downloaded into our own blessed system
Growing by it has been growing over time weird spams
Knowing how low NO trace matter of less regard
In the hands of sense smartly keeping calm not to lose guard
Forging happiness signature on freedom paper
Nailing enticing scenes promoting the tease in time as wallpaper
Putting sense in place of noble spirit dealing all round
In a cool warning tone before beats would snatch the sound
Confuse in colourful scenario caging reasoning on what to stand for
To bless the shallow sense in its short reflection to the core
See how sense packaged sin in most hearts
Only few hands caress the fastened days troubles a rare arts