Long Lilian Poems
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The umbilical cord is blue,
The placenta is black and red,
The newborn's skin is purple,
And now, I'm a dad.
It took seven minutes -
No more than that,
My love stands, leans on me,
Then comes out a head
And then - an announcement
To all alive:
The baby is here -
Greet her, husband and wife!
How do I feel
Do you suppose
When you reach for my eyes
Or snatch at my nose
Or look at my face
With wise giant clear eyes
Appearing informed
By multiple lives
And yet also open
To everything here -
Whatever world you come from,
Greetings, my dear!
"Num-num" for milk,
"Bum-bum" to get changed -
Both words you know
At one month of age,
You look like a bear cub
When your mom sits you up
And resound like a trumpet
When you give out a burp
Or you happily laugh
When you stand on her thighs
And she holds you up
And looks in your eyes
And when I say
You will grow up strong
You don't cry any more
And then stare along -
Everyone says
"What a beautiful baby"
Hug you and kiss you
And then you are happy
Wherefrom do you come?
What do you know?
What is your truth?
Into what will you grow?
What will you teach us?
What will you become?
Put pieces together
Into what sum?
How to combine
Wisdom of soul
With what exists
In this world?
All that you have been,
All that you see,
All that is given
And what you will be -
Masterpiece, artist,
Creation, creator,
Nature, mankind,
Shaped and the shaper,
Part you eternal,
Part me and my wife,
Part what you'll learn
And part all of life -
In those giant eyes
As you look to the ceiling
Full of great thought
Full of great feeling
Full of everything
That is true:
Lillian Gaia Shambat,
I love you!
Fresh football fixtures, fill our Saturdays
kids all get haircuts and new shoes for school
white summer dresses are folded away
north winds caress us as evenings turn cool
Summer's end harvest, berries and chestnuts
broken branches, the scattering of leaves
shaken dog walkers with their shell shocked mutts
low hanging sunshine, a Cox apple breeze
Weather becomes our preoccupation
ends talk of rioters, waiting for cells
and pauses all of our speculation
on flip-phone Fuhrers, in fancy hotels
Storm Lilian found, it's way down our street
the Autumn statement, arrived at our feet.
"My love is eternal." by poet.
In a chapel on a hill, a small bell tolled,
A soft melody of sighs and heartache.
I walked up the hill, resolute and bold.
Other sad mourners followed with heart break.
She was loved. She was not young nor very old.
Many prayed in earnest for her soul's sake.
With a heart block and illness, her end was foretold.
I felt pain in my heart, felt sadness everywhere
Tears filled my eyes and I was in a blindfold.
My sweet Lilian, I muttered a prayer.
They lowered the coffin and now we'll live apart.
Many brought splendid flowers with fragrant rare.
Went back home, emptiness, silence in my heart
Time heals all wounds, but we will never part.
Placed 1
Sad Fate
“Have you been in the graveyard?” Asked Master Satan
Yes, I've been there, and I visited the gravestone. You asked
I talked about this in an earlier poem. The Forgotten Heroes
Sad life, sad past. Hmm. Pain is this monument. These names
Hmm. One of them is Thomas. Royal Altirelly. Twenty-five years
Hmm. There is Lilian. Aged one hundred and five years.
The same family names
Can you read this information?
Oh, so sad this story. Hmm. History
And, there is a little board
The text is tear-jerking
Harrowing. Painful
“What is the text?
Please."
Hmm
Okay
In Proud Remembrance of
Willie
Died whilst a prisoner
of war in the far east
Hmm. The same family name
“So this is a short story of a family.”
Yes
Very sad
“It’s that
God bless them.”
Hmm
Fate
“Hmm
Life”
Not a
Tale
“Hmm"
Rest in Peace
I'm trying to count on these fingers the umbrellas
I've lost on windy days: wasn't it hard chasing them?
And swallowing raindrops, I challenged the mayhem!
Wasn't it funny laughing at the desperate fellows?
I'm drenched and so mad walking home a half mile,
doing this weary walk was a mere, worthless dime;
the nicest lady invited me in, " Drunk some tea, Jeff,
it'll do you good: wait until this rain tempers off! "
We chat while drinking tea and eating a delicious cake,
" I just moved in a week ago, I love this peaceful town! "
Lilian exclaims with a delightfulness of cheerful clown;
I thank her saying," Not many people can really bake! "
I get up and hug her, she does resemble my pretty mom,
" You are welcome anytime, neighbor; the door is always open! "
And with joyfulness in her glance, she's broken her norm;
I look up and sunlight peaks through: I wave at the pale sun!
Dedicated to my wife Lilian
I’ll never forget the day I first kissed you,
Oh, how you blushed that first tender day,
How I whispered softly all I felt for you
And promised heaven would start on earth.
Look back my sweetheart and tell me true
If indeed my promises I have faithfully kept,
Don’t linger too long to answer, my cherished one,
I know I could never have disappointed you yet.
Did we not enjoy our honeymoon so full of enchantment?
Where music mesmerized us with melodious Mexican strains?
Served with food of finest, inimitable delicacies, satiated
Our appetite till we danced until the early hours of the day?
Then life’s humdrum came upon us, but we always laughed.
We went for walks and like newlyweds, we kissed and smiled.
Until as years rolled on, I got promoted and we could afford
A bigger house to fill with our dear little charming daughter.
And come what may, for I know life is short,
I will always maintain my vows and promises
I uttered with great sincerity on that lovely day
When we held hands and exchanged rings
And uttered that for us it was for better or for worse.
Still, if we had our lovely lives anew to start
You’ll always be right here in my heart.
Pain—the best part of being human
Pain—the worse part of being me
Pain—a process of refining
Pain—an aftermath of being mean
Pain—the longings of young people
Pain—a blessing or a curse
Pain is just pain
Nothing more and nothing less
Pain—a redflag to the carefree
Pain—a driving force for me
Pain—a temple for the heartless
Pain—the darkness I could see
Pain—a burden for the childless
Pain—the route for you to bear your kids
Pain is some pain
Something here(??) and something there(??)
Pain—the cost of your tattooing
Pain—a trademark of your sin
Pain—a symptom of you living
Pain—a yeast to your limping
Pain—a reward for your heartbreak
Pain—a cup y'all must taste
Pain is much pain
Some things hurt and some things burn
Pain—a thing we hate to feel
Pain—a sign of _this is real_
Pain—a sting that doesn't kill
Pain—this isn't part of our deal
Pain—the birth of my recklessness
Pain—the death of my kindliness
Pain has gain
Body piercings are beautiful but it does pain
Imagine you living without pain
You'd bleed to death yet feel nothing
You'd be betrayed yet not hurt
You'd never cry because
You can't feel pain
Pain will be a myth
I wonder if we'd enjoy life without pain
How much more of childbirth
Posted on 10th June, 2020
Critiqued by Tampi Lilian and Yacit Telfim
Form:
Lilian invited us to her recital
she was a quintessential tomboy
We could not imagine her in a skirt
Or as a dancer
We attended anyway, for she was our friend.
We had always seen her in bulky sweats.
We had no idea she was light on her feet
or that she could look girly.
The prima donna was a whirlwind of activity
she looked like a bonfire, popping in oranges and yellows
Glitzy sparks appeared to leap from her tulle skirt.
We were mesmerized, was that Lilian?
She held us captive with her beauty.
We would never see her as a lumpy tomboy again.
Now that we had seen her as a dancer.
She was exquisite, the quintessential ballerina!
Dies Irae, Dies Illa:
Day of wrath and day of doom.
So begins the chorus
Of Verdi’s Requiem Mass.
Taut vibrations of the violins
As drums roll in a crescendo of sadness.
It had to be so unfortunately,
For we must all eventually die.
A tear falls down my craggy cheek,
I still remember the sadness of her demise.
Despite that she was riddled with disease.
Such is the finality of this wretched life.
Now Lilian is at peace.
Not I though.
My yearning for her love
Hurts the very essence of my being.
I look at her photo.
So many memories for she was my rudder,
Steering me sturdily through perilous paths
That were straight though narrow.
Five years passed and how I long
To join her in her Heavenly bliss.
God’s infinite mercy is boundless.
Still I learn that life is not in my hands:
All with ups and downs,
I can still picture her laughter, falling,
Dancing, loving, cherishing.
And then her own painful death.
Patiently I wait
Alone,
Until one day
My lovely Lilian and I will be joined again in happiness.
Sparking, chilled wine
is the common drink
we can afford to soothe stress,
it's that wind without a hiss;
the more we drink,
theless we think!
Lilian asked for a divorce,
her insanity got worse,
her husband married a ****,
a busty hooker strolling
on high heels in Sunset Park!
Lilian tossed his pictures
out of the window, screaming;
she didn't choose to be a widow!
Lilian drank a lot and felt low,
her favorite wine was Merlot,
she's only forty but looks eighty;
alcohol is a slow death, surely!
Sparkling, chilled wine
is good company
to escape reality,
it's time dedicated to relaxation,
a thrill for real improvisation:
a surprise after nine!
I grabbed a bottle
of sparkling, chilled wine
to idle time away
and stay out of trouble;
every cloud was thick and gray,
even silence was unbearable!
Sparkling, chilled wine
is a remedy, not a cure,
it gives one strength to endure;
it's a ray of delusive sunshine!
Ah! Sparkling, chilled wine
is a journey to Wonderland,
to that place close to divine,
where I shed tears on the sand!