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I have a special story I wish to share
About a seamstress beautiful and fair
She would fade away turning into smoke
Of her amazing beauty, no man would joke
The spiraling smoke would then re-form
I know only an angels face could be so warm
Before her a beautiful quilt was spread
Upon it the story of my life was said
As she once again started to dissipate
She said, “Mike this quilt records your fate”
As the smoke traveled over to a new place
And then formed together creating her face
Looking over her shoulder back at me
She said, “This area will hold what has yet to be”
Most of the quilt looked like twisted evil tattoo
Simply because, my life’s quilt was quilted true
I looked the quilt over and then met her gaze
She was so beautiful in so many different ways
The last part of the quilt way over to the right
Showed the beauty of someone changing their plight
Upon her beautiful hand, which seemed so nimble
I noticed she was wearing my grandmother’s thimble
From a young maiden so beautiful to see
My grandmother appeared right in front of me
I guess up in heaven we return to our youth
My grandmother was beautiful; such is the truth
I thought of the price grandma was asked to pay
The shame of knowing I had turned out that way
I thought of her sitting there stitching my shame
My grandmother didn’t deserve an eternity of pain
She said, “Michael be still with the pain in your heart,
Your story encourages others to make a new start.”
“The deeper the wrong the stronger the right
I always knew my boy would take up the fight”
With a smile much brighter than an ice covered sea
She said, “I love the man my boy has grown up to be”
As she turned to the quilt and started to sew
She said, “Michael, its now time for you to go.”
“Believe in your story believe in your truth
For Salvation is the true fountain of youth”
One night in a dream, which I’ll hold forever divine
I learned; my Grandmother is now,” The Seamstress of Time”
When I was a boy I would help my Grandmother roll
her quilt, find her glasses, as well as, her thimble. I
never thought about how amazing her art truly was.
From a pile of rags she would make the most beautiful
quilt's. I sleep under one of her quilts to this very day.
what lurks behind the shadows takes refuge in the
places that one cannot speak without a lawyer and
a place to stay when the going gets rough in the
shadows right out there buried & bustling without
restraint without subjection to the parameters in
which the most of us dwell & operate so obediently
on a daily basis throughout the utter insane boring
mundane nature of everyday existence & whether
or not you yourself choose to abide by these lines
drawn round your own individual life is of course
no one’s decision but your own but know that the
crayons in your hand are your own crayons and
there is no one alive who can make you color within
the lines if you feel that you don’t want to there is
no force out there that can make you sharpen the tip
with the convenient little crayon-sharpener that
resides on the back of the crayola box & of course
there’s no one out there who can make you draw on
lined paper, graphed paper, or even construction
paper for that matter if you want to you have the
right to draw all over everything around you the
chair you are sitting in the walls the floor the
pavement outside all over your clothes the windows
as you walk down the street the street itself because
who is going to stop you the worse that will happen
is that they will smack a label on you and lock you
up somewhere where the first thing that they will
do is pump you full of free drugs and place you in
a craft room anyway where you will receive a
pile of crayons and the whole process will start all
over again fear not those that want you to use your
crayons “correctly” for they cannot truly harm you
they can only wish silently inside themselves where
they think that all their little secrets stay hidden
that they could be just exactly like you and live in
the moment coloring whatever you feel like with
these beautiful crayons and leave the rest of life
alone to its beautiful shadows its wondrous “liars”
& “cheaters” & “thieves” & “murderers” & folks
that never for a second agreed to live by anyone else’s
rules except their own who let the untalented
uninteresting doorknobs of history decide in their
wake their value to society.
Entry submitted in honor of - Constance ~ A Rambling Poet ~
Rain, The Story 3/3
Her horse Past, wished that she should be with her new love,
So that, Rain may find a new loving companion,
To complete her future journey with a new experience,
In the world of love, happiness, joys and even pains too, but
Rain should try not to live any more,
In the world of fake happiness and alluring illusions,
Created by her horses Future and Past.
Her horse Past was happy to see, in the eyes of his friend Rain,
The seeds of a self made future and hopes to find a new life of love.
Rain looked in the eyes of her other horse Future and
Found the same message, as she had seen on the face of Past,
She knew that if she would look into the eyes of Future,
Horse Future would show, the glimpse of her new love to Rain, with whom
Rain may go ahead further in her life, but,
She made up her mind not to look into,
The enchanting eyes of her horses Past and Future,
Until she can live on herself, for building her new fate for her and a new future.
She was more confident now and looked towards the rising Sun,
As the Sun was inviting her to keep walking,
With confidence and smile to face and make her new destiny.
Rain kissed her best friends Past and Future and told them that,
She would not be asking them to show, her past or future again,
As she was now full of confidence, to face any situation,
For building her own fortune and future,
However, she would like them to be with her, as her best friends forever.
The charming and lovely Rain,
Now blessed with a new life of confidence,
Moved ahead with her two beautiful horses,
To face the life, in its true colors on her own,
Without fearing the risks of the future and
Caring for the dread of past.
Thus started the new journey of fairy like beautiful Rain,
In search of her love and adventures…
Ravindra
Kanpur India 28th Dec. 2010
Contest entry: For this contest only
Contest Name: Rain, The Story
Sponsored by: Constance ~ A Rambling Poet ~
Written by: Ravindra K Kapoor
It was on the other side of the rainbow
When I slid into a dream
I guess at that time nothing was, as it truly seemed
People came and people went
The needle played my blues
Through the rainbow dreams into leprechaun schemes
I was Papa Smurf with the magic brew
I built a Crystal Castle
On the shores of nevermore
I guess sometimes I wonder, “What was I searching for”
Beauty danced with big brown eyes
Though the faces always changed
Many times I slept with gals I thought were rather strange
Magic slides that no one hides
I wonder where they go?
I once slid down the rainbow just to see the show
The stars are bright it’s a beautiful night
Moonbeams illuminating mushrooms all around
Here by my house crickets and frogs are the only sound
Fairies dance like fireflies
It’s really quite the sight
Ever tripped down Hollywood and Vine on a Friday night
I have lived through many dreams
Shared many angels souls
Shattered dreams and broken schemes, nothing but empty goals
Broken hearts torn apart
Blowing in the wind
Like fairy dust you just can’t trust
Not even your closest friend
I dove into a crystal pool on the other side of the hill
I swear sometimes in my ears I can hear the ringing still
I rode upon the tornado just to go spinning through the sound
Landed in a concrete room bouncing all around
Leprechauns and rainbows
Unicorn’s beautiful and white
When I finally kicked the horse
It wasn’t a pretty sight
Like a frog on the log or a sick old dawg
Just a skeleton in a box
With the strength of Arthur's sword and trust in the Lord
I shattered a thousand locks
Now I’m back on this side of the rainbow
And every thing’s looking bright
My Guinevere is here and I love her dear
She is such a lovely sight
Trials come like waterfalls
Flooding though our life
I truly am a lucky man to face them with my wife
Well let’s gig the frog and fire up the log
We’ll roast us a pig tonight
Life is good in my neighborhood
Nary a single vice
The other side of the rainbow now seems so very far away
I guess that is really about all I have to say
I didn’t mean to invade her privacy,
I was simply taking the trash out late that night;
I never noticed how from the back of the house
You could see right into her bedroom when she turned on the light.
The curtains were sheer and not completely closed,
Her silhouette was outlined and her flesh exposed;
I am not a peeping Tom but in my tracks I froze,
Watching her tantalizingly removing her clothes.
She stood in front of her full length mirror;
I inched a little closer to see her clearer.
It was as if she was even teasing herself,
Slowly undressing and watching her own reflection;
Her fingertips caressing the smooth exposed flesh;
Her exhibition demanded my full attention.
She is twenty-five years old and my neighbor’s daughter;
I am twice her age and a little bit more;
I know I am wrong to be standing here watching
But a more beautiful nubile I’ve never seen before.
Her clothes are now strewn on the floor by her feet,
She is totally naked and pleased by the sight;
Slowly she turns looking over her shoulder,
Making sure all of her parts are shaped just right.
God must be very angry at me,
But, God created this wondrous beauty.
She took inventory of body parts with both of her hands,
Pleasing herself with her delicate touch;
I knew that I should be turning away;
I was enjoying her exploring a bit too much.
She kissed her own reflection returned in the mirror
Then turned and walked toward the windows;
Just before pulling down the night shade
She waved to me hiding in the shadows.
Ashamed of myself and embarrassed by my actions,
I returned to my house all alone;
She knew I was watching and vexed by her beauty,
It was me she was teasing all along.
Yet it brought back memories of when I was younger
And my wife more beautiful than she;
Although I’m a widower for seven long years,
That night, again my bride was with me.
April seven is joined together in two special ways
My wife and Carol Brown were each born that day
In so many ways, they remind me of each other
For each one has the heart and soul of a mother
Like a great big clown riding a little bitty bike
Antoinette and Carol are the type we naturally like
Two separate women who hold pieces of my heart
Although, each one holds a completely different part
Antoinette was able to see what no one had seen
Inside of this nightmare lived a very beautiful dream
Carol’s beautiful heart was able to help me to see
Poetry Soup was exactly the place I needed to be
Two very different women with two similar souls
Played significant roles in my reaching my goals
One helped me piece together my shattered heart
The other helped me keep it from falling back apart
I think I’m truly about as lucky as any man can be
There are so many different people care about me
Carol is just one of many I love here on the soup
I’m lucky to have landed in such a beautiful group
Carol, never doubt the truth in these words I say
This is the highest complement I could ever pay
To be written alongside a poem with my wife
Means “I Love & Respect” every drop of your life
You’re the very first to have landed in this spot
Old friend I reckon that means I love you a lot
April seventh I’ll proudly find my knee’s and pray
You’ll have a wonderfully blessed special birthday
i wanted to write Carol a Happy Birthday poem
but I wanted to give it special meaning. Anyone
who knows how much I love, admire, and adore
my wife; knows that for me to place someone in
a poem alongside her, is the highest complement
I could ever make. Carol thank you for the love,
friendship, support and prayers you have given me
over the years. I'm very honored to be your friend.
I woke up on a fresh Friday morning and introduced myself to a new day
A sweet smile stretched and a beautiful kiss of the wind lay on my cheek
Brushing my teeth and heading off to the kitchen for a delicious breakfast,
A visitor knocked on my cheek’s door
Kind and caring I was, for I welcomed him and opened my pink castle’s doors
An old visitor, it was,
Beside him was a young man holding the old man like something dear
I invited both of them to the dining room where a long red carpet lay
and walls of pearls guarded my castle
My pink castle doors were strongly fastened; no air can survive
Coffee and tea were offered to the gentlemen in front of me
A sip from here and a gulp from there
Words began to mutter themselves out of the old man’s cave:
“Ab ovo, I am here with a wise gift to thee
I am here because it is time for thou to hold and protect thee wise
For it is a symbol of wisdom and not ignorance
It is a symbol of maturity and not childishness
Come my wise child, rise”
And so, the young man rose and approached towards me
In his hands was a parchment carved with beautiful scarlet ink
Vigilantly, I slowly opened it to read:
“Today, a wisdom tooth shall tear its way towards sunlight
For you, dear beholder, have become shrewd enough to be handed a crown
Never lose it, never leave it, never take it off
Never let anybody borrow it and never forget about it
Tonight, you shall feel pain, but you are strong
Hold on and don’t give up, for you shall behold a treasure”
Suddenly, a drift of whistling wind entered my castle
The visitors were gone,
Pain stroke, but a wisdom tooth grew…
In a dark and malicious cave, screeching and
crying is heard. They are the screams and cries
of a beautiful young eagle.
Tears flow out of its sky blue eyes; it is imprisoned.
Its feathers are falling out like flowers that
are thrown into the furnace. One of its wings is broken
but the other survives.
"How did I get here?" asks the eagle. The young
eagle, out of curiosity, steps out of its boundaries of
the beauty of life and nature. It got here to this dark
and malicious cave in the forest of its soul.
"How do I get out of here?" asks the young
eagle. Silent is his world of pain in his curiosity.
The poor young broke eagle starts to doubt
that he will ever get out of those chains; so, he
waits for his fate.
Then, there appears a beautiful eagle with golden
feathers, and asks the young eagle why it is crying.
The young eagle respnds, " I am chaine and imprisoned,
bloodied and broken. I will nevr get out of here, so, I
await my doom."
The golden eagle tells him what to do in order to get out
of this misery. "In order to become unchained, you must
think of your home of beauty and nature, instead of doubt
and sadness."
Before the young eagle starts to think, it asks the golden
eagle its name. "I am You. I am Your soul."
The chains are broken and his wing is mended. He brakes
the cave with his claws of majesty and starts to soar in the
early rising of the sun.
The golden eagle is no where to be found but in the depths
of the Soul.
"I am You. I am Your Soul."
It’s okay child, its okay
You know tomorrow will be a brighter day
And I see all day you’ve had to cry
You can’t explain why, so you just told a lie
I see today you don’t feel beautiful
Open your eyes look in the mirror, don’t listen to their ridicule
Don’t put anymore damage on your beautiful body
No matter what they say, no matter what they do, “You are somebody”
Let go all of that low self esteem
I know it’s hard when the world treats you mean
When the world treats you bad, turn your back
Always press forward and never look back
Don’t let your days be filled with the rain
Release and let go, some of that pain
I know deep down in your soul it hurts
To have your family and friends kick you down in the dirt
When all along we are the ones who are innocent
We didn’t ask to be born it was our parents, wasn’t it?
But then we have parents who abuse and mistreat us
Leaving us with no one we can trust
Sometimes we can’t even trust ourselves
When someone loves or there’s happiness we punish ourselves
Buy you know it can and it will get better
We all have each other and together we matter
Have you heard that saying “Let go and let God?”
Well together with him we stand against all the odds
Today we are somebody and we will always be somebody
We can change and we can grow
Having Courage and Faith is all we need to know
I visit the Serengeti plains in Africa occasionally,
as well as the beautiful wilderness of Alaska known as Denali.
The Amazon rainforest is also frequented by yours truly.
I've seen such beautiful wildlife of many varied specie.
I've viewed landscapes so beautiful that I found it difficult to breath.
but this is my virtual life displayed on my monitor's large screen
as it plays my 6 hour custom made Nature DVD.
I've witnessed awesome animal behavior of so many specie
and wonders of the world like you wouldn't believe
and although this isn't reality
my virtual life for 6 hours is ever so serene.
In my neighborhood, this is enjoyed by everyone.
I'm talking about my virtual aquarium.
One of my flat screen TVs
fits perfectly
facing outside my window for all outside passing to see.
Before long a crowd has gathered outside my window.
An audience stops briefly to enjoy a show
of sea lions beneath water frolicking and having fun.
Magnificent coral reefs supporting so many intricate eco systems.
Grizzly bears swimming underwater during the salmon run.
Dolphins, whales and other aquatic mammals giving birth and raising their young.
Everyone in my neighborhood loves my virtual aquarium.
This is another 6 hour DVD
custom made and produced by yours truly.