Long Mandy Poems
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Try to live
Try to feel pain with no tears
Try to remember years past and often lost
Try, oh try to know life need not be cold as frost
Ear not the words of those proclaiming silence
Listen to the rhythmic melody; give voice to a new start
The world will follow when you sing from your heart
Believing in things that some may only try
Try, to see, the truth is musical to you and all of thee
Telling histories with music, as soothing as can be
When you sing, and when you inspire our romance
Ones on crutches, they too shall rise and dance
Try, I beg
To see as eye
Even the ear is lost in the sky
Purest of hearts, they never die
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Floating, dreaming, waves lapping, slapping playfully on the rocks
Turning over swimming gently, diving under water, sighting a delicate box
Holding breath, diving deep, pushing with all my might
desperate to reach the box, not could not reach it, chest too tight
The sea is tidal; I work it out, that when the tide is low
I’ll swim back out at lowest tide and give it another go.
It’s late, the moon is shining, just enough to see
I take the plunge holding my breath, and dive into the dark cool sea.
I reach the box my chest is tight, I grasp and kick with all my might
I reach the surface gasping; the moon now smiling down its silvery light
To reach shore, shivering slightly, with apprehension and the chill
To open this box so delicate, the thought gives me such a thrill.
It opens so easily, I am surprised, now my thoughts are in a whirl
I lift the lid, it reveals to the me what I now call the 'Midnight Pearl'.
The moon glances off its pearly skin too beautiful too behold
As the hand come through the water it grasps the pearl so bold.
A voice whispers eerily into the night time air
'Leave the pearl now go - don’t come back you will not dare.'
The moon is now mocking, the pearl gone from my grasp
I see it back in its box as the hand closes down the clasp.
'You are very lucky a life is normally required to see the pearl.'
Fear then engulfed me as the short story did unfurl
'The only exception to the rule is a glance under the midnight moon'
On the night of the lowest tide, so I grant your life - as a boon.
Mandy Tams ~GG~24/04/2012
Mandy, am I right in thinking you wear a brassiere.
We just call them bra’s, Paul, cuts out the middleman, and as you can see, yes.
Right, is there any chance I could borrow one of your bra’s.
Most guys go for the knickers, why do you want a bra.
I want to put something in it.
That is gross, no wonder Jenny dumped you.
She didn’t dump me for that.
So what is it then, are you obsessed with my breasts.
No, I’m not obsessed with your breasts.
Why not, what’s wrong with them.
Nothing's wrong with them, they’re great.
That is so inappropriate for senior management, I’ve got a good mind to report you.
I want to put a device in your bra, and if the response is what I know it will be, I’ll offer you fifty percent in my new company.
That sounds intriguing, Paul, so what do I have to do.
Just give me one of your bra’s, I’ll put the device in it, you go home and put it on. They’re three settings on it, so start at one and see how you get on.
Should I include Joe in this experiment.
Well, the more feedback, the better.
Next day. So, what’s the feedback.
I put Joe in hospital, that’s the feedback.
What, what the hell did you do.
I put it on setting one, and after a few minutes I felt this tingling sensation, and that just put me in the mood. Then I got Joe into bed and turned it onto setting two. My god, I was demanding sex in every position conceivable, it was fantastic like out of this world, so then I went to position three as I was straddling him on the kitchen table. It sent me mental, I must have scratched and punched him to a pulp, cos he was unconscious when I came round.
Right, so maybe we should get rid of position three.
No, I was thinking we could market position three for S and M clients.
That is a great executive decision, Mandy, I can see this company going from strength to strength.
One thing, Paul, why can’t you put this device in woman’s knickers, would that not work just as well.
It did work just as well, Mandy. I gave a pair to Jenny, and she dumped me two days later with the words. You are now surplus to requirements.
An expedition back into the dark jungle,
a rain forest shrouded in the haze of history,
brought about by hidden enterprises.
Lost and Found
Mandy
Battle weary am I, war warn.
To shreds has my heart been, torn.
From my middle Daughter, only scorn.
Mouthing hateful words, my soul doth morn.
My heart laden heavy by the icy coldness
from adolescent, peer mimicry, its boldness.
Living with fear of love lost, of lost intimacy.
I feel I have no more, as a father, legitimacy.
My heart, my soul tortured by all the pain.
Echoing off the barren, jagged walls, of my terrain.
Monsoons battering these walls, with heavy rain
saturating every synaptic cleft of my shattered brain
with the death of my tears, as they become lost
in the quagmire of life, what a disastrous cost.
Does it come from her head, I might have a chance.
From her heart, it will destroy this parent’s dance.
All this dread, drenches the trenches in my head.
Does all of this mean, to her, in her mind, I am dead.
It seems, as her parent, her father, I have lost any chance.
The price I have to pay for standing up, taking a stance.
All the lies culminate with the loss of belief.
Deceptions, con games, from them no relief.
Lost faith, loss of trust only offer one, grief.
Respite from all of this heart ache is so brief.
These hateful, mean spirited words resonate
disrespect, rebellion, verbal abuse that state,
this war I wage, with such rage, will go on and on
until a light comes on, on a new day it will dawn.
B. J. “A” 2
May 8th, 1998
Epilog
Twenty three years have slipped by.
The Daughter, once the apple of my eye,
I no longer hear from or get to see.
Phobias, anxieties, that is all she be.
Revisited, Revised
November 1st, 2021
When I think of you I see a shy man full of grace
A seemingly indifferent exterior-and a handsome rugged face
Knowing you know what to say, when I am feeling blue
A pair of shoulders to carry whatever I throw at you…
Your charm and uplifting words have kept me steady when I feel low
When I think of you- I feel a warm and friendly glow
You correct any mistakes, just like a true friend should
Your encouragement and comments uplift-and leave me feeling good…
When I think of you, I know you have your own black days
But hopefully we both know- this friendship works both ways
You give me the time to moan and my load you tend to carry
And for this much I would like to thank you, my very good friend Harry.
When I think of some of your harsh writes, I know that's not the real you
I love the way your work unfolds, your love of music too
I never feel the day is good unless you have left me a comment
I thank you so much for being there, so please do not yourself absent…
Mandy Tams for her friend Harry Horsman
©~GG~ 11/09/2012
Numbers ??? ( 3 / 13 )
What significance do they hold for me ???
33 years ago – 1973, 3rd month, 13th day
I lost my dear friend, his name was Rae.
A fourth cousin – E. P, Johnson – passed away
sixty years before – the 3rd month, 1913.
I have to wonder ?, just what does this all mean ?,
for my Daughter Gail, born in 1963, first seen
light of day. Then came my Daughter Mandy, preen
by nurses on the 13th day of November 1983
I have to wonder ?, has the fabric of time been torn
- letting these numbers swirl around time being born –
influencing, putting into motion what I’ve come to know
all that has played with, and influenced my soul.
I wonder ?, just how many more 3s and 13ns.
( B. J. “A ” 2 )
March 13th 2006
Twenty steps, I thinks not,
The energy I have not got.
Eighteen steps sounds a bit better
Then again I must write a letter.
Sixteen steps is perhaps achievable
But my computer program is retrievable.
Fourteen steps I may make for you,
But you will have to make them too.
Twelve steps, now we are getting somewhere
But where that is I know not, nor care.
Ten steps, yes I' ll think on that,
But I have already walked the cat.
Eight steps, now you are really talking
But what shall I do while I am walking.
Six steps, that sounds more real,
But then again, how do I feel.
Four steps I will think about
But I think I hear a shout.
Two steps, I think that's a dance,
I really don't think there's a chance.
One step and that's to bed,
Activities there, you read my head.
Copyright Mandy M Tams 2011
Not my first Richard but my sixth.
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when posting still a novices and scared...
Ripples of heat through your fingertips
They light the flame that keeps me alive,
The warmth of your breath on my two lips
It is for this that I now do strive.
Passion burns hot, as the flame licks high
No cooling for us till fervent spent,
As flames flicker round two bodies lie
In ecstasy our spirits cement.
Let no one destroy this love so strong
The flame of life that fuels never fools,
Let no one dare charge that love is wrong
The memories where mind lingers rules.
Two hearts two souls together as one
Two bodies bound entwined conquered won.
Contest entry:
© Mandy Tams © Harry J Horsman collab
The path was long and winding; the snow falling, not making a sound.
His hands thrust deep in his pockets.
He hated being here with the wind howling all around.
His fingers clasping a golden locket.
The snow made it hard for him to see.
The ice wanted to freeze his tears.
He didn’t think he could stand this pain.
They had been together so many years.
The trees met overhead, the snow had difficulty getting through.
He didn’t find relief though; the wind cut like a knife too.
She was dead. he had to accept it and the time of year was here.
How many had it been he didn’t know, but it was definitely more than a year.
It was here again, and it was a night like this, fighting the falling snow.
She told him it was over on this very spot, where their love did grow.
The fight they had it was vile, he could not stop, and she pulled away.
She tried to run, he could see in her eyes, but then he made her stay.
He grabbed at her, the necklace broke and she let out a cry.
His fingers clasped the knife handle, even though he didn’t know why.
It suddenly flashed as though with a life of its own, and the snow at her feet went red.
He looked at her beautiful body lying there, and he knew that second she was dead.
He came back every year, always surprised, that they had never found her
When there she was standing, beckoning him, the snow swirling around her.
He rushed to where she stood; he knew the spot so well.
Her arms were open wide, his breath seemed to stop, his chest began to swell.
Was this forgiveness, was this release, would he now be able to sleep?
She was here, his mind he thought he was losing; he might be able to keep.
He held out the necklace, still with the broken chain.
She wrapped her arms around him and they were suddenly one again.
His feelings, were in turmoil, he didn’t know how this could be
Then he felt his blood begin to boil, and surround him like a red sea.
Her smile was wide; an icicle glinted as it entered his heart so deep
She said you are with me now, but I promise you will never sleep.
Entry for Dead winter Written By: Mandy Tams
(Human Written)
Manti is a human mutate in comics
member of Avengers . . . and the Guardians of the Galaxy
a female fatale who becomes Celestial Madonna
she is also known as Willow and Lorelei
Mandy Celestine, and the
Celestial Madonna . . .
~ when asked about herself
she reveals nothing but her birth place
saying that she is half Vietnamese
and half German ~
in childhood she excels at martial arts
as an adulthood she is mind-wiped
and sent into the world for experience . . .
working in a bar as a sex worker and barmaid
she meets Swordman . . . member of the Avengers
~ she follows him to join the Avengers
and has many adventures, battles and lovers overtime
neglecting Swordman who helped her ~
she gives birth to a son
but I do not know who is the father
though she is forced to give him up
Mantis searches for him
all over the earth and other universes . . .
a mother will never give up . . . soon he is an adult
in a battle she explodes into fragments . . .
~ Mantis had a complicated existence
her abilities were great, regenerative healing, energy projection
astral projection, martial arts expert . . . and empathy
. . . and I imagine may other abilities
not sure why she turned green
Free Verse/Mantis as the Celestial Madonna
Copyright, ID 05-1822-853-12-26
All Rights, Constance La France
Plagiarism Prohibited.