Long Lacrimal Poems
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Lamentable, the family gathering
on the other side of sunshine,
with possessions no longer bothering,
sans loving cups, draining of wine.
Great-grands, grands, aunts, uncles, cousins and unborn,
one mom, a nephew, memories
their perspectives (only they carry). Torn,
yellowed pages of treasuries.
Climbing steps, silver dollars, and finger gloves,
savory chicken and dumplings,
boat on the lake, seashells on velvet (these loves)
tricks and treats, some were just ducklings.
Soft hands, warmer heart; silver in corner chair;
the teaser (he died way too young)
To each I lift my thoughts - they are laid bare.
Kindly, ancestors, I’m among.
All, go the byway, to our destination.
What will our progeny recall?
What bouquet of ours sets forth sensation?
Together we’ll be, blessings fall.
Lacrimal vessels are filled - our love, fearsome.
Eyes salty and brightened.
Peace comes after tears, reveling in wisdom.
Capacity to care, heightened.
You think I have a pretty face
My dresses weaved from frills and lace
You think that I'm a spoilt brat
with diamonds around my neck
and roses in my bed
You think I own the pot of gold
A blissful future to behold
You think I live on a greener grass
but you know nothing
No ,you know nothing about my past
There are chapters still on hold
A thousand words untold
There's emotion still enclosed in a lacrimal drop
There is a tasteless tale,a colourless spume
and large waves that fall on the shore
There's a silent cry which keeps yelling why
which keeps loving and hating,mending and breaking
Pushing ,embracing our God
My unfaithful devotion keeps begging in motion
Asking what,where,when,and how long
For how long should I wait for
to feel the affection, love and protection
to listen to daddy singing for me
just one birthday song
For how long should I pray for,to listen to daddy
just calling out my name on the phone
You think I have a pretty face
My dresses weaved from frills and lace
You think that I'm a spoilt brat
with diamonds around my neck
and roses in my bed
You think I own the pot of gold
A blissful future to behold
You think I live on a greener grass
but you know nothing
No, you know nothing about my past
You know nothing about the way I feel
About deep scars that would never heal
You just keep thinking that I live
I live on a greener grass.
Tears are wet to the palate
salty to the taste --
we cannot not live without
the water...nor salt --
and their expulsion associated with
many miseries, many deaths.
My focus though is on joyful tears --
laughter that pains the
ribs in a good way, after a funny story
well told -- a child overwhelmed
by a blessed gift becoming happily
emotional. We are lacrimal in a very
poignant sense~ for what reaches the
surface, through trial and error, while
intense, outwardly drippy, is substance
of a great connecting conduit. And despite
ambient fluctuations of internal springs,
over-all life is devotedly nurtured by a
Maternal Sky~ keeping dear watch,
moistening and drying according to
the ripening needs of her children.
Squeezed and bequeathed from the schisms of fear
A shibboleth opened as the ground swallowed her void
Final farewells in blood ink cracking inferno and soul
One step from the abyss and the lure of canyon below
Jasmine stumbled to an exquisite conclusion her eyes
Cast lacrimal torrents in wet wild withering streams
Aghast in terminal turmoil and hooked to the cliff face
One bare string attached threadbare shreds by a tether
Currents had run dry but she managed an ultimate drop
To smoothen the voyage and slip into teasing caress
She let go on passionate falls and slipped on what remained
Of one last tear oozing into torn halves of unknown suspense
Jasmin licked her scarred wounds in taste of scary freedom and
Promised herself that holding on was simply not good enough
03rd February 2019
Oh, fuming teardrop!
You’ve boiled over from wrath and anger,
leaving painful blisters as you sear the heart
Why you don’t evaporate is a wonder
but there must be a valid reason…
If only to let the heart know it lives
Oh, fuming teardrop!
Will you ever learn how to forgive?
Oh, defiant teardrop!
Teetering on the edge and glistening,
refusing to fall to make yourself known
It is not fickle mindedness playing,
rather, a power play of emotions
a blatant refusal to show what’s within
Oh, defiant teardrop!
Why even stop yourself before you begin?
Oh, crocodile teardrop!
If you were truly so, slink back shamefully,
recede to your lacrimal gland and stay put
There is no need for your insincerity,
the world is chaotic as it is, too troubled
Fall not, trickle not, trick not who see you
Oh, crocodile teardrop!
How can you be so heartless to fool people so true?
Oh, pensive teardrop!
How gracefully you streak down window sills
Wash away grime and grit, cleanse everything
Flow unhindered, purify hearts you fill
Laughter may be the music of the soul,
but you are pure— the distilled spirit
Oh, pensive teardrop!
Will you course down blackened hearts, pay a visit?
Oh, jubilant teardrop!
Married to laughter, frolic and dance to its tune
Give birth to hope then soar with elation
Brighten faces, sparkle days, light up the moon
Let souls remember that you speak of pain, joy
Let them remember, then allow them to heal
Oh, jubilant teardrop!
Why did I ever doubt that you are spirit revealed?
04062011
**for Paula’s “Beseech “ contest :)