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One word I inadvertently let loose
from those I had kept in control for long,
the flamboyant ones I carefully chose,
over time with practice they became strong.
I did this after you came in my life,
we flowed in time in the usual way,
until we were struck by the surge of strife,
you had started to slowly stray away.
That was when the word entered my heart’s den,
but I had kept it shackled as captive,
for you to return my door was open,
from debris lost hope I couldn’t reprieve.
My yearning for you did not ever wane,
I did not want to see you hurt and sore,
but unable to bear long the heart pain,
did not know when the captive’s chain I tore.
In the open wound like a pinch of salt
from my spiteful mouth came out the word hate,
I ruefully confessed that was my fault,
but belated, for it had sealed our fate.
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January 29, 2022
Syllable count : 10 per line
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in Cezannes colour of blue ...?
think it through and feel it out;
yes, if it's under-understood,
it'll be over-stated and over-the-top --
It'll bring restraint 'round the
swelling of that
voice inside, which shudders
to jab with the tongue --
It'll watch
for dissonant growls
and raucous rants
all diseased by your need to disagree...
between your terminal-shadow of despair,
where your dark inadequacy lingers,
it'll dismantel your misery
and unravel your fear --
pieces of you,
that're not nearly risen ...
they'll make short work
of the inviolate rhythm of your suffering;
in the simple words of death,
-- forever
Last night I heard you
through the walls
crying
and muttering some
It broke my heart
I had forgotten for a moment
Your world is not ours
your understanding
different
confusion is the normal state
it breaks your heart
I had forgotten for a moment
You have been doing so well
making new friends
independent
like everyone else
It healed my heart
I had forgotten for a moment
Life is still overwhelming
and the little things
trigger
major reactions
that break our hearts
I had forgotten for a moment
You still need me to show you
how to express emotion
guiding
through turmoil
of a broken heart
I had forgotten for a moment
Mea culpa
je mi lito
lo siento
I’m sorry
Jscervenka 5/12/15
je mi lito= I'm sorry (Czech)
lo siento= I'm sorry (Spanish)
Written a week or so ago for my son with high functioning autism.
MEA CULPA(CA)
It was an auspicious occasion;
The wedding of the year.
And, afterwards, the guests murmured
Aaah!
When I told them how,
At our very first meeting
I had fallen for your allure.
So how, after so few years
Has everything gone awry?
How has love turned to anguish?
You don’t need to answer.
I know you have no appetency
For discussion.
The fault is mine alone.
Nothing can assuage the guilt I feel
At my atrocious betrayal.
It happened only once,
And I was drunk.
But that does not absolve me
From responsibility.
I cling to the hope
You will one day forgive me.
I love you.
20th October 2019
Crazy A's contest
Sponsor John Hamilton
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This elegy set in a trimester anapaest breaks the pattern at times when the memories filled with emotion rush. The last line of the quatrain is deliberately kept a foot shorter.
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Thou wert frail, frailer still was thy fate,
And had reasons to feel a bit riled,
Thy sad eyes must have looked out for me,
O my ill-fated child.
For I failed, be there to welcome thee,
Thou had too little time left to wait,
To be held in a father’s fond arms,
And left me rue my fate.
How it hurts not to hold thee to heart,
Nor welcome thee into my small world,
Let me offer this grief of a rose—
A bit frail, feeble, curled.
Now amidst a dark pile of sad thoughts
In a time-warped fast vanishing wave,
I am left to reflect how thy soul
Must have felt, till my grave.
Ye had come to our life long ago,
A bit wan, pallid infant so pale,
Even then cruel fate served a punch,
A gust turned to a gale!
As I hold out to thee this frail rose,
I do wonder wide-eyed, a bit wild,
Can a page turn in time to feel good?
No, my guilt’s piled my child.
To confess and admit to my guilt,
In my plight, having failed a dad’s due,
Let me wish thy new life rosy pink,
The wretched me whilst rue.
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Musings |03.05.2024| child, daughter, missing you, remember, rose, Elegy
I am ready, big day today, my first meal,
And what I smell to my taste does appeal,
You have both been so busy preparing,
Love the deal that the three of us sharing.
Oh, it looks exciting, 3 bowls I see,
Never underestimate me,
Which one shall we try mummy
The orange one looks so yummy,
I’m in my chair, and wearing my bib,
Daddy you have my best pose, hip hip
Hurray, do I hold the spoon,
Or is it still a little too soon.
Hey dad not the aeroplane trick,
That was your era – hic, hic, hic,
I have hiccups, please take the video later,
Dirtied my bib, thanks mom, that’s better.
First taste, first dish, mm, tastes good I’m glad,
Could I have another, oh that tipped a tad,
Looked away, sorry guys, now a third,
Slowly please, I nearly chocked.
I keep cleaning my mouth with my bib,
No more thank you, see my lips,
They are closed tight, and my eyes.
Say don’t proceed past go,
No more, I also have rights you know.
Thank you from the depths of my heart,
You are both the greatest mom and dad,
Can we go hiking tomorrow, love been
Strapped on dads back and mom
Takings shots of every scene.
I think I would like to remain anonymous,
And so my stories will stay unique, never with
Anyone else’s synonymous.
This way no hearts will ever be broken or stolen,
The stork till I know better, had you well chosen.
Dedicated to my 5 month old grand-daughter.
Everything i did for you
Is not enough
The sacrifice i bid for you
Is not enough
Everything I've been through
I'd do it again for you
Everything I've bled through
I'd do it again for you
The things that i would die for
Is not enough
The things they took my life for
Is not enough
Wanted me on the side walk
Fighting a psy-war
You are the one that i try for
is not enough...
Everything I've been through
I'd do it again for you
Everything I've bled through
I'd do it again for you
I stopped thinking about me
When i think about you
I stopped thinking about me
When i think about you
Everything I've been through
I'd do it again for you
Everything I've bled through
I'd do it again for you
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The poem title in Latin acts as an admission of guilt, but by the end of the sonnet it transforms into an empowerment statement: If it is my fault, then it is also within my power to change it. The sonnet was inspired by the Brihad Aranyaka Upanishad (IV.4.5). It establishes a causal chain (human desire, freewill, action, and destiny) that shows destiny is not arbitrary like a random script written by the stars. It is a direct crop grown from the ‘karmic seed called deed’.
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The scriptures warn: beware of destiny,
But deep within I am my wildest wish,
Desires shape how my will’s resolve will be,
Which guides the deeds my soul loves to unleash---
My fortune’s fertile ground, and greenest lea.
I still rejoice should fate fetch me fair cheers,
For ‘tis not fate, man alone is mighty,
Yet, I bemoan if it should bring me tears.
Let me then know how should my life I lead,
Not by the stars whose own fate rests unknown,
If fate favours the karmic seed called deed,
Then all things boil down to my rigid bone.
All of my destined moments born as now,
To my own thoughts and acts of the past bow.
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Introspection | 01.05.2014, revised September 2026|deed, destiny/fate, desire, spiritual, Sonnet
Note: The Roman transliteration and translation of the verse quoted are:
...sa yatha kamo bhavati tat kratur bhavati |
yat kratur bhavati tat karma kurute |
yat karma kurute tad abhi-sampadyate ||
You are what your deep, driving desire is.
As your desire is, so is your will.
As your will is, so is your deed.
As your deed is, so is your destiny.
Who would praise a god of pestilence and death
make of the “grand inquisitor” their guest
while pounding “Mea culpa” on their breast
a fool’s concocted heaven as their quest.
While we add life to melancholy’s need
To scatter its unpollinated seed
Fearful of too long unquestioned creeds
That prey upon the weak to fill their needs.
For is it not the price the privileged pay
To serve a greater master every day
To chant in droning tone of donkey bray
Exalt the sun when skies are dark and gray.
Thus, do they stand in line still begging bread
Convinced all will be well when they are dead.
John G. Lawless
©12/7/2022