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(Aborted attempt to mend fences, -
which version overly pedantic for
her minimal leisure/down time as
full time student at University.)
no...no...no...this tree
mend dose electronic
endeavor of mine, ya see
NOT predicated on
violating sworn
confidentiality, which re:
maned wolf heartedly intact NEVER
your privacy broached
only with therapist (every Monday
at 2:00 p.m. I see, who pre
sides in Collegeville), nee
NOR didst "mother" Abby
give spoiler alert, an agree
meant made, but
this feeble ambition,
sans non rhyme
mark hubble epistle
awoke within me
to risk, (perhaps
getting rebuffed, viz from me
to thine eldest daughter thee),
Versailles till young lady, asper
your lifelong lee
gee in of ill feelings toward dis
dada festering, figuring, key
ping raw emotions
within our respective
most sacred soulful place, this
my atypical modus operandi
i.e. theatrical poetical,
and metaphorical jee
git sue sparring
move minus referee
encapsulating dudgeon -
unintentionally
inflicting gushing, streaming
widening gulf,
and/or long fostering,
when these 21st
century days witness
littoral breach comb
ming dramatic hee
ving (akin to hurry
cane Florence's
club footing glee
fully bearing, dub
bling, and fuming “she”
bore down with
full might) free
lee wreaking havoc as if
both of us viewing
the other as an
unknown fierce arc enemy
thus, uncontrollable non
Joe king) paternal
feeling constricted wherein wry
ting on the figurative brick
wall (near the "FAKE"
Firth of Forth),
in good times found why...,
What reason shuns our born and lifelong vows
to celebrate the lives that sell their souls,
and conscience where a humble heart allows
a hope for furtive thoughts a lost love stole.
While nonchalant, the world forgets its birth
and measures value by another god
whose graven gilded form defies its worth -
the tin is hidden by a gold facade.
Now Hollywood consumes the devil's sheep,
a flock who sacrificed their own sad lives;
upon the crimson carpets where they creep,
each posing in their struggle to survive.
The love that's lost for self within the smiles,
is found before the Heaven's holy trials.
Come, O sorrows and be my waking call,
Be to my life of joys a bit of blight,
Upon a hard day's work a short respite,
Be pleasant autumn before barren fall.
Come with dark clouds of rain with silver line,
Soften my joys, set me for looming pain,
Show Buddha smile with subtle smirk so fine
That takes mid-path hailing both sun and rain.
Life’s no undiluted desert of grey grief
Devoid of any a cool breeze of joy,
If too smooth gets ride to a far off cliff,
Thrills get short like a child’s joy of new toy.
Come O sorrows, come as my surprise treat,
An unknown thrill there’s in getting way-lost,
Let even reaching right come at some cost,
After sour taste water tastes somewhat sweet.
Come that my cup of joy fills up a full,
He that hath felt no grief feeleth no joy,
Come to make my joys and sorrows equal,
Be my welcome guest, shy nor ever coy.
And O Sorrows, not just that ye visit,
Dig unto me deeper carves that would last,
So that when joys come more of them can fit,
Capacities have I for both so vast.
And O thou, I well know: in this dual world,
The dancing duals dance in such a way,
They become two balanced wings of a bird,
Twain of life like dark and light, night and day.
Come, waver not; help me sail through life’s sea,
Let waves of joy and sorrow therein clash,
Let it but one seamless continuum be,
As twain thou hast but one soul, dual flesh.
Come to complete my lifelong melody,
Make one whole my truncated joy and bliss,
And conclude my unfinished symphony,
Come to give me a life-sustaining kiss.
If people equate thee with a dark cloud,
Worry not, for I know: there’s no rainbow
Without clouds, discard that guilt-covered shroud,
Soon as a storm subsides, peace does follow.
Two hearts that come together in sorrows
Stay united for long with stronger ties,
And love cleansed with mutual tears farther goes,
Joy and sorrows are no adversaries.
Joy and grief birds be roosting on same tree,
And never known to get separated,
I know, when one wishes to visit me,
The other’s just asleep right in my bed.
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Musings | 15.10.15 | ode
On the forest’s edge, colorful blooms thrive,
Startling my spirit, wakening my thirst,
For more than just a glimpse so I’ll survive,
Mystery of pines, laurels so well versed.
Trembling within me, a heartfelt prayer,
Dreaming of fate beyond this quiet path,
Kissing back the dew from soft dawn’s affair,
Seeing the urgency of twilight’s wrath.
While sun breathes out a trail of frothy vines,
Caressing the soul with its gentling song,
Pouring out hope that her blessing defines,
Crooning peace, lingering her whole lifelong.
Forest reveals silence who reflects stars,
While shadows will write the forest’s memoirs.
Bliss furrows burrow deep under our skin,
fire of sun cooled by moon’s soothing nectar,
whence soul’s light can no longer be boxed-in,
surging forth piercing each body vector.
The coo of love cajoles heart to conform,
with the endearing rhythm of God’s heartbeat,
felt as sublime healing mists, cool and warm;
radiant rapture that does not deplete.
The dance divine, a lifelong flirtation,
as a humble recipient of grace,
we’re poised thus in the void of cessation,
held by Holy Spirit in warm embrace.
In timeless time God Himself does appear ~
His form is all heart, a love and light sphere
Silent October forest
Frisky fey feel jolt of anticipation
Dwarfs, brownies, fireflies and faeries on ready alert
Something is about to happen
One tiny faerie is particularly clairvoyant and perceptive
She stares at a small fern, knowing this is where it will happen.
An inner voice urges her to keep focusing
And so she does…..
Halo of illumination slowly oozes out of the top of the fern.
Tiny star glimmers radiate from this halo.
Faerie begins to get answers to her lifelong questions.
An inner knowing reassures her, faerie godmother is here.
She knows she can return to this spot
Meditate to her heart’s happiness
And get other answers
It is more than enough
For my friend Marvin here is a grateful song,
Woven from the memory of shared years.
His loyalty was legend his whole life long,
And his humor, like music, could inspire tears.
.
Marvin was one of extraordinary style,
And a woven tapestry of compassion.
He was a steady star all the while,
Who lead with the passion of a champion.
May these words be an ode to a brother,
And to a gentle wind leading me home.
For being a lifelong friend like no other,
May his story be sung for ages to come.
Time may smooth the sharp edge of sorrow,
Yet the echo of his voice lingers in the air.
In every golden sunrise and each tomorrow,
We are reminded of the gift of his care.
Let every heart he touched recall,
The warmth he offered without pride.
Wherever silent blessings rise and fall,
May Marvin’s radiant memory abide.
Tree Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Seth Pina
I don't know whether she's still there.
And nor do I really know why I even care.
For so many years she never crossed my mind.
But Daddy always taught me to never be the
forgetting kind. It would be nice to see her being
gently touched by the wind as she weeps painlesssly.
An old weeping willow tree arrested my thoughts today
after many years. There was nothing sad enough about
the thought that grew a tear but, in my heart, I feared that
the willow tree may have met her demise. In my memory,
I saw her as stable and strong, a coveteId shade provider at
the time.
Back when I was just a boy, she seemed older than
the house in whose yard she grew. I remember her well, a striking
site ascending in fields of cotton, not far from a lovely pond popular
with ducks. Perhaps one day on a leisurely drive with my lifelong bride, I shall ascertain her present status. And only then shall I be satisfied.
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I am a real scaredy cat
and there's absolutely nothing that
I could do about that.
I'm scared of 'roaches
I'm scared of rats
I'm scared of spiders
and afraid of bats
I fear all arachnids
and I fear those gnats
Oh I fear all the kinds I find
of those creepy crawly brats!
And but what can I do about that?
Huh and who woudn't fear
a midnight rat-a-tat?
So I've resigned myself to being
a lifelong scaredy cat.
Yeah and I'm scared of heights
Scared of noises at night
Gah, I'm really quick to fright!
I'm scared of grasshoppers and even of dogs
Gosh there's hardly a thing that I ain't scared of.
But I admit I am a timid tigress
otherwise I'm a harmless human who don't hurt a fly
Normally just a normal lady, a humble poetess
I attack only when provoked to the limits
so as I'm a cat after all
I do show my tiger claws if the situation demands
or else I don't mind chickening out
of aggressive and foolhardy involvements.
And maybe if everybody was a coward like me
they wouldn't hurt each other with sheer brutality.
I guess for ladies it's not so bad to be
a bit more cowardly
In any case that's far better than being
a ruffian who's dastardly!
And oh, lastly but not the least
ah yes, I also greatly fear
any lustful male leer
I'd rather I'm invisible to their view
So I really find huge refuge
in the dear divine idea that exhorts me to
to drape and wrap myself from top to toe
in flowing garbs when I step outdoors
and that veiling attire does make me brave
as I feel vulnerable no more
and that's when I feel the transformation from lil kitty
into the big cats
from scaredy cat to formidable tigress
and that's when for once there's NOTHING I fear anymore! :)
as I go out veiled in soft armour from top to toe.
And I feel I can face the chauvinistic foe
A story of a traveling brook
You. A lonely maiden, picturesque
Smiling there, in an unseen, fathomless, depth, never to be rescued
Never knew the grace of the creation of a festive reason!
A bird, I never knew too close
Chirping high from far across
The sea
My life and my tranquility!
We loved and cherished for a life long truth,
For once to see!
Witnessing transient colors
Colors , the fauna, flowers bloom
The dewdrops trickling down the lotus, the unseen chanting
That resides in me!
Shivers, lasting forever in a dream!
A sea, mystic is she!
Never to be unfolding anywhere else
Rather only in me!
Thou art though! A silhouette
Far , an incessantly running brook
A chanting running reverie
A story of ours very own
For us , never to be!
Your heart song, pondered for an aching heartache
Perhaps
The heart where every morning
Touches the sky, lifelong
To rush to the sea
Estuary, brimming nature’s salt
And sounds festive
Come back to the abode of thee!
(A Translation)