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In that moment
God sent me away.
I didn’t know what that meant,
but I listened and obeyed.
Because of this,
my heart was not spilled.
Because of this,
I was not frozen and chilled.
Because of this,
I was protected from tears.
Because of this,
pain didn’t reach my ears.
Because of this,
I didn’t know how you felt.
Because of this,
none of my cards have been dealt.
Because of this…
I’m still hungry for you.
Because of this…
I still realize what’s true.
Because of this!
My heart is on fire…
Because of this!
Seeing you means risks that are dire…
Because of this.
I am alone once again.
Because of this.
Can I still call you my friend?
I am not crying right now.
But, that’s a lie, there’s a tear.
I see you everywhere right now,
but I know that you’re not even here.
I’m going crazy holding this locket
that I’ve worn while around you.
This locket is still rusted
while everyone else has carelessly revealed the truth.
But I know why God sent me away now.
Although I have the only secret you don’t know,
now I have the choice to somehow
reveal to you this heart alone.
Marriage has it's ups and it's downs
But it far exceeds the alternative
A lonely life without love and affection
Love's one of life's true superlatives
Some days we have heated discussions
That's how it was meant to be
Then she does something ever so sweet
And you forget why you disagreed
It isn't always going to be clear sailing
But if the bond is really strong
It's worth the struggles ten times a hundred
If you're lucky, it will end up lifelong
The male tendency is to play the field
But trust me, life's way too short
To become involved with a bunch of dodo
Probably means some time in court
Not sure the ladies will like my analogy
It's the lesser of two evils as they say
Oh boy, I think I may have done it this time
Must convince Cathie it's just a cliche
© Jack Ellison 2014
Ars Poetica
Horace circa 19 BC gave some sound advice to
poets on the art of writing poetry and drama.
The following thoughts may echo in our minds,
most likely, the intent of what he may have meant . . .
A poem may excite and delight readers with its
imagery, meaning, metaphors, and so much more
A poem may speak of “home” and what it means
to each of us as we grow up and reach adulthood
A poem may excite one’s imagination to learn
of people, places, events, and things in our world
A poem may speak to one’s emotions—
love, lust, hate, happiness, sadness, and more
A poem may speak to palpability—
touching, feeling, embracing, kissing, and more
A poem may address courage—
to stand for something meaningful against all odds
A poem may address a weakness—
cowardice, avarice, and even a temptation
A poem may address humility—
in realizing that being humble can be strength too
A poem may address faith—
believing in yourself and others, and a cosmic destiny
A poem may address morality—
as good and evil, right and wrong are with us always
A poem may address objects and images—
that tickle one’s poetic imagination and certitude
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
January 10, 2018 (Couplet)
it always starts out as a dream,
you wish,
you search,
you see the truth,
and when u look in the mirror, you've lost yourself somewhere along the way,
and the heartaches attatched to the addictions are far too comfortable to stay,
it's when we probe,
it's when were submissive,
in our train of thought we become naked and passive,
to see ourselves in a new way, god's way,
and how we long to learn to get away,
we tell ourselves we can't help but do these dispicable things,
for this is all we've known, this is all we've seen,
but the lord sees different,
he sees past the fashad,
he sees our true efforts in the great search for god,
we see trials,
we see facing our fears,
he sees blessings,
he sees what is real,
we beat ourselves silly until we come to see,
that it is not ourselves we beat, but our sense of false reality,
take it all away, lord, for this is not me,
i want to feel what you feel, i want to see what u see,
there's a desperation in your voice,
are u starting to see,
that u subconciously know that these addictions were not meant to be,
no quick fix will stop the pain,
even while u feel the comfort as it's pumped into your veins,
and yet god stands,
he waits,
he holds your hand, and gives u grace,
he quietly knocks, and u open the door,
and u receive a package that promises i'm here to give u more,
i won't twist your arm,
will u please take what i give,
for if u willingly receive, a new life u will live,
as i clench my fist, and reluctantly take this package,
i move to release sin's grip, as i slowly unwrap it,
i start to see one step at a time, that i am no longer my own, i am no longer mine,
i fall to the ground as tears sting my eyes,
what lead me here now, why lord, why,
why not yesterday or the day before,
he replied "you had to experience the world to know there was more"
Slam poetry evening
Offended
Leave now
In fact why have you come
If this is not for you
Or do you 2 wish to slam
And are here looking for a muse
To abuse or accuse
To ignite your fuse
Try walking in other's shoes
So contrite
I write what bite's
I spew like devil's flu
Over and under you
I slam
That of which I give a damn
I compress like a powder keg
I challenge you to think ahead
I am what keeps you awake in bed
I am an dystopia future
I lie beneath the key's of your computer
That the ouigie move's
And your feet steers
I am what's lurching in the rear mirror
I am your fear's
The shivers that chill down your spine
I am the crossed line
An anomaly
Slamming brain matter pulsating vein's
Allowing your innermost thoughts to flow
Without self control
No longer shy truth not lie
I could fry for divulging the slam
Loose my friends and confidants
For the sake of mistaking poetry for art
But if freedom and release
Is what I seek
Then on this day
Havoc wreak
I stand on fickle hoarded stage
And read my words from tortured page
And rage against my weapons
With dotted crosses
Ironing out the botches
With scalpel and shale beach rocks
And feel the chill of deafening frost
Nothing lost
Nothing ventured
Friendship mended
Slam ended
Can't even tell you
Why or even if I penned this
Or meant it
The sentiment is endless
For the reader to bend it
Sorry but I felt duty bound to send this
I honestly recommend it
Slam me back
Call me an old hack
Its the only way of keeping track
Or shelling the flack
Otherwise i will keep coming back
More black and blank
With no 1 to thank
And you can take that to the food bank
The light breeze brushes my hair
Instilling in me, some peace, even if
Somehow, that soothing calm shall give way
To hurricanes and typhoons, as it usually does,
For life is made to be such!
But the light breeze, while it brushes my hair,
Ruffles through the many folds of my being
And jolts my heart to a waking state!
Enough, shouts it, you have dozed for a decade
Let my sight guide you towards your awakening
Let my essence immerse you in its gleam
Let my beauty reciprocally appreciate your lustre!
Pray, shaken up, I frown at my surroundings
While trying to catch the breeze in my hands
So as to stop it from waking up my heart
But, it was too late,
It was impossible a task
As,
I could feel it happening,
Even if the moon is nowhere to be seen
Even if thick clouds hide the stars
And sleepy seem to be the firmament
Sleepy and uncaring about my whole transformation!
Aroused, my heart stops beating for a while
Before it starts reciting to me, words of romantic poetry
Words, so elevating and rhythmic that I turn them into songs
Songs, so powerful that they got caught on by angels
To be played in the realms of the other worlds!
After a while, my heart, still so excited,
Starts beating so fast that I feel breathless,
Why, it shouts, why did you push me to sleep
Can't you see how much time I have lost?
This world is meant to be enjoyed while my stay
Upon its soils does last
Now, I do have loads to catch up to!
Then, the beats stabilize to a stable pace
As, my heart becomes conscious of the many ills
Inhabiting the world
Saddened, it chooses to strengthen itself with helping hands
And bids me, to share there where I could
The compassion that it is made of!
Why, my heart has been awakened,
Life cannot be escaped
By pretending that it does not be
Or by losing ourselves in dream bubbles
Life is to be lived
Accompanied by an awakened heart
Such a one, which remains our driving force!
You turn my words into an enchanted silence, an ancient fear grips you—
are they truly meant to pierce, or are they just the shadows of a vivid dream?
But you don't see the abyss from which these words spring,
how your gaze could summon the rain to dance upon the earth,
falling like a silent spell over the tips of your lashes, bringing light.
My words are as authentic as your untried insecurities,
for I have fallen so many times on this ground of destiny to call you as you are,
without being blinded by the petals of illusions floating between us.
To see you as you are, to desire you in your untamed splendor,
without fear of the shadows of the past that silently surround us.
My definition of love is a talisman that frightens and attracts you,
experiences like wounded amulets from which I draw strength and healing.
If you were to trust someone, trust yourself—nothing will unravel if you remain authentic,
for you are the axis around which all my hidden worlds revolve,
a universe of hopes and desires that never want to disappear.
I could name an infinity of constellations in your honor, without hesitation,
but then I would embrace that exaggeration that becomes an undeniable reality.
Do not tell a poet not to name you, when you are the muse that ignites the fire,
each word, a magical incantation that brings life and color into the world,
a tapestry of emotions and dreams woven into the eternity of a moment.
If you could see yourself through eyes that thank you for every heartbeat,
perhaps then the words would melt into nothingness, leaving only silence to speak,
unable to equate a poet's love with anything less than eternal,
for you are the beginning and the end of every verse that flows through my veins,
a magic that can only be understood through the lens of a soul lost in love.
For Terry Flood,* since you insist,
Here, in rhyme’s my shopping list:
Orange juice and Starbuck’s (iced,
Even though it’s overpriced),
Bagels, Swiss and muenster cheese,
Whitefish salad, frozen peas,
Broccoli and salad greens,
Carrots, berries, nectarines,
Melons, muffins, chocolate treats,
Licorice or gummy sweets,
Ice cream, cookies, corn chips, bread,
Hummus, pesto, peppers (red),
Eggs and butter, IPA’s,
Pasta meant for many days,
Chicken, mushrooms, sometimes meat –
Think that makes my list complete.
(For omissions, I’m to blame
Since rhyme, not shopping, was my aim!)
*a fellow poet on Poetry Soup
God will hear you even when your quiet.
At least you know he'll hear the truth.
Because most of the time he's not going to buy it.
Better you should just yank out every last tooth.
That double edged sword of kindness and contempt.
Can leave you bleeding when your not sure what they meant.
A glare of a stare, you just not sure if they care.
Leaves you wanting to ask but you just don't dare.
There's mystery behind a mask of unspoken lies.
It's his story, should you ask, he's sure to defy.
The answer is eternal and not of this earth.
Tomorrow never comes, and that's about what it's worth.
Unknown secrets beyond the realm that we live in today.
Where honest silence can't be heard no matter what you say.
A hidden void when your annoyed that keeps them guessing.
Smoke and mirrors and hidden fears, is it all just window dressing?
Amidst the Garden of Gethsemane
to dissipate from the sorrow and pain
Looking up to the heavens in discourse
on bend knees in unspoken recourse
Archangel Chamuel from heaven appeared
giving Him strength and ease as challenge neared
A kiss upon the cheek to flatter Him
in friendship, but gravitate to breach whim
A suffering servant, scapegoat unfurled
meant to die for us, the sins of the world
Alienated ilk malignant growth
transitory moment for lifetime oath
His words are perspicuous, clear, towards
capricious, inurbane souls, not ignored
9/13/2016