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Tiny Dancers
Special child, curly hair and dove grey eyes
Watches in wonder from his lonely place
Floating polka dots glide on the breeze
Translucent circles ride into space.
Tiny dancers in the air
You follow their flight - their pace
As wistful wishes tickle the clouds
Rising joy - not erased.
Your hands reach out for perfect circles
Shimmering rainbows of grace
As they zig zag in the air
In a happy childhood chase.
The faintest smile starts to dawn
Upon your solemn face
And from a source deep and still
Laughter your heart can now embrace.
Like sunshine break through the gloom
Bubbles you here give chase
To fantasies of floating spheres
As your first smile we embrace.
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Picture #2
I had a love, but it flew like a bird
out of the cage but never heard.
I had a voice that spoke with tenderness,
rendered softly, but now I digress.
My charm was thick and melted like butter.
Now it's forming artery clutter.
I had ballooned lungs that clung to your air,
but your absence left a pulmonary tear.
My eyes, once wide, indulged your beauty,
but they can't relay what a heart can see.
I had a heart like a tender, ripe plum,
but it's been chewed like shoe-stuck gum.
Honey dripped from my playful mouth.
Now it's tasted onion, hard to brush out.
My belly would flutter with butterflies.
Now they've come out like powdered lies.
My ears were entranced with your melody.
They pranced like deer... into a tree.
I had pennies wasted on vain wishes.
Now they're poisoning the fishes.
My nose was enclosed with rose's scent,
but it blew with the breeze, a memory spent.
Secure were my arms in your sturdy care.
Now they're free, yet lonely, bare.
I had soft hands, interlocked with yours.
Now they hold open their own doors.
Silken were these legs you loved to caress.
I keep them neatly under my dress.
These eyebrows gave raise with praised arousal.
Now they're abased, full of sorrow.
I had a mile-wide smile like a child's for cake.
Now, I faintly make one, but it's a fake.
I had instincts, but I let them go
like a rambling tongue for ego's show.
I had a notion that this would end,
but remained devoted like an owing friend.
Deep were my regrets of yesterday's crime,
but they've been bleached like toilet grime.
I had cavernous wounds, dripping with blood,
with prints that followed like galoshes of mud.
I had a self, differently sorted,
once vibrantly alive, now aborted.
So soft, the light of candles, dancing on the darkened walls.
I pace, and my step echoes, throughout these ancient halls.
Dust has grown so fine and thick that I walk in a haze.
What would my sight do anyway, within this lonely maze?
I can’t escape the edifice, for in a weakened state,
its architect neglected to provide it with a gate.
Such fanciful design—soaring stairs and chandeliers!
Made by one who chased his dreams and flew above his fears.
Now I stride most every night, within this lonely place,
thinking of his foolishness, the weight of his disgrace.
His motive was to win her, and he built without his eyes,
thinking she was with him; imagine his surprise.
I’m locked within this wondrous trap that should have set me free.
A prisoner by my own hand—the architect was me!
29 April 2016
I can't imagine
A world without heaven
Especially when I look at the sea
In this world of so many lonely people
My Savior brings such comfort to me
Can you imagine
A world without heaven
Is that really what you would want it to be?
Like you I don't care about religion
I prefer a relationship that sets me free
"You may say I'm a dreamer"
I say to you there are far too few
Let us join our hearts together
Is not that what we all want to do?
In this world of many hardships
We can escape the darker blue
Forget about temporary possessions
If we try we truly can
Brotherhood is more important
Jesus teaches us to love our fellow man
Heaven's revealed when we are loving
Imagine please, I know you can!
Inspired by John Lennon's "Imagine".
For Silent One's "Music to my ears" poetry contest.
have you ever felt like
the flashing red light on the roof,
lonely as ever
visible at night, useless by day?
in sync with its partner next door
for a quick kiss over a few flashes only
then arguing again and again
night in, night out.
have you ever felt like
the flashing red light on the roof,
not signaling a warning to keep away
but sending a call for compassion?
using the dark pauses in between
to yell the same name
over and over and over
into the emptiness of each night.
have you ever felt like
the flashing red light on the roof,
being your silent cry
only heard by your eternal love?
Wanting to not be alone
is not always the same
as wanting to speak with someone.
Sometimes
being with someone
also feels like being here
and listening now
nurturing source for each Other,
Non-coincidental Me
evolving toward
co-incident WeView identity
Sometimes in fear
and sometimes in courageous curiosity,
in sickness and in health,
in serious doubt
and in playful dialogue,
in physical troubles and in spiritual wealth,
in competition and in cooperation,
in silence and within chatty talk therapy,
in separation and in synergy,
in solitude
and in compassionate solidarity
Wanting to not be lonely
and yet needing to deeply listen
for emerging peace
never truly isolated.
Turn Around
By Curtis Johnson
A few years after you arrived,
like a prodigal, you wouldn’t abide
You soon began to run
Now, you must return,
To face the rising sun
It’s time to stop and think
about your unruly life
For so long, you have been lonely
You have cried over the pains in your life
Now you think that you cannot rise
above the bad habits, and resist poor advice
There’s an extended hand saying, “Yes you can!”
If you could start over, would you make the same choices?
Would you listen to your friends, saying yes to their voices?
Or would you take a stand, just say no, and get up and go?
You are being hounded by the many poor decisions you have made
You have been paying the costly consequences for the last decade
Without delay, the time is now
Only you can make the change
From deep within, your life
is pleading to be rearranged
It matters not how far the past;
A star will shine for you at last
It matters not how deep the pain
You need not worry over who’s to blame
Don’t continue to the dead end ahead
Use your head; turn around instead
Make the change; you have nothing to lose
and everything to gain, and you’ll never be the same
Cj010807
"After the March"
Almost eight years, the flags have flown,
A soldier's wife, yet so alone.
Eight years of heartache, silent cries,
Of wiping tears and telling lies
Like "I'm okay," when I was breaking,
Like "We’re fine," though barely making.
Stress clung tight like second skin,
While I held the outside in.
Weight I carried on my soul,
Filling both the mom and dad role.
Three kids needing all of me,
While half our life was overseas.
No one sees the silent war
That rages behind the family door.
They thank the soldier (as they should),
But miss the ones who also stood
The ones who waited, wept, and prayed,
Who patched the holes that duty made.
A single mom in all but name,
Each absence felt, yet played the game.
School runs, scraped knees, lonely nights,
Calendar marked by long goodbyes.
But now the countdown’s nearly done
Six months 'til battles all are none.
Six months ‘til hand in hand we stand,
No longer half, but full again.
After twenty years, he lays it down,
The uniform, the soldier’s crown.
No more missed birthdays, no more calls,
No more waiting for him to walk through walls.
We get a life not split in two
One that's whole, and rich, and true.
We'll find the joy that time denied,
With peace at last, our hearts untried.
For all the nights I cried alone,
For all the strength I had to own,
For every child who learned too young
What sacrifice was truly sung
This chapter ends, and we begin
A life together, soul and skin.
POETRY…
Poetry – two sticks with which to interrogate a frog, hold up a cardboard box in quest of pigeon’s freedom. A petal-less flower weeping in an early frost, a squirrel hiding acorns he will never find but his offspring will climb. Solitary footprints erased in a sadly silent surf, a seagull screeching at the howling wind. Words elevated on the updraft of unfathomed emotions, falling helplessly into an ever darkening void. A voice scratching across a vast expanse of unshadowed doubt,
forming the shape and soul of a moment. Two hands venturing into the realm of words, reaching ever closer to the thrill of touch, the pain of separation, the ecstasy
of eternity’s now. A flint possessing the power of a conflagration scorching the edges of imagination. A child kissing the wings of a butterfly, laughing at fluttering snowflakes. A lonely street lost in the clutter of windblown debris,
shimmering in the light of swaying street lights, its history clinging to withered branches. The soft grip of an infant telling you “it will be ok”. The sound of a pen confessing, a lover repenting, the laughter of life – crying out. A tepid intimacy shared by unmet lovers – alone yet somehow together.
John G. Lawless
©2/23/2019
Seems as I grow older
My body grows colder
My eyes have started to fade
In life I didn't make the grade
My hair is gray
So tired today
I forget what I wanted to say
Days seem long
What have I done wrong
What have I done right
I think on this all night
So many wishes
Haven't done my dishes
Do them when able
You know I am not that stable
Life comes at you fast
How come nothing ever last
Love that was left behind
Now and then they like to haunt my mind
Loves a crime
Cost you nothing but time
Came so far
Reaching for my star
I look back to see what I may find
Memories are lifes rewind
Nothing there
I used to care
Still dare
Under this blue sky
I reach so high
Thinking if only
Past this life so lonely
I somehow missed my one and only
Looking up at the moon
Life passes so soon
Lifes gloom
Sitting in my room
One more night
Holding on to the light
Who am I
Why do you cry
Life passes by
I stand tall
Refuse to fall
On I go
That is all I know