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Do you know what mothers hold?
They held and hold they shape and mold.
From birth until our lives are old.
They scold, they mend, they wash and fold
They care for all within the fold.
Her worth beyond a world of gold.
Forever blessed, by mother’s hold.
She gives and sacrifice unfolds;
Selflessly she serves tenfold.
The needs of mine before her own
No book can tell the stories told
Of how our mothers make us whole.
Eternal wealth, a mom bestows.
Forever blessed, by mother’s hold.
A Mother mirrors Mary’s role;
A humble girl turned marigold.
A vibrant gift, a beautiful soul
Since mother’s touch is manifold.
In diverse ways it lifts, upholds
Though pierced of heart, she onward rolls.
Forever blessed, by mother’s hold.
Look me in the eyes
And tell me no lies
If I am a man then I am a man
But believe me I have no plan
A shifting paradox with locks
I'm crafty like a fox
Close the window and the blinds
The room goes black like our minds
Delusion paints my apathy
As I peer at the sky absently
Drift in and out on the wind
Scars eventually mend
You told me death is not the answer
Even if living is truly a cancer
I slip into the shadows at night
And I cry in despair at the thought of losing sight
Embrace a world of gray
Grace is found in the flowers of May
And I surely brought you to tears
Highlighting every one of your fears
Each word I spew creates a stain
Such a strain that fills you with pain
And I'm the one confused when you refused
To allow my soul to be battered and abused
You told me strength is in the flower
And that its power can unlock the dark tower
I don't know what's worth fighting for
And this game is something I abhor
My heart crashes with thunder
And I'm afraid of my most recent blunder
Look me in the eyes
And I'll tell you no lies
If I control your heart thread
You're doomed to be dead
Because if you need a reason
Realize my love is truly treason
I search for my soulmate, a lost echo in time,
An unleashed love from the high heavens, deep and infinite,
I do not wish to be just a fleeting moment, a passing dream,
Nor the whisper of the wind that evaporates at dawn.
I long to be embraced by tenderness, like wildflowers in a field,
Yet held tightly, with the firmness of an ancient, unyielding mountain.
I seek not solace to mend my broken heart,
But the skill that harmoniously shapes every sharp corner.
I do not desire to fill empty spaces with tears and regrets,
I aspire to hands that pluck from the abundance of my desires, as from a treasure chest.
I am not lost in delirium,
I yearn for a love that traverses storms, mastering destiny.
I crave the courage to love without measure,
The authentic joy untouched by the passage of years,
The simplicity that is transmitted from heart to heart,
A secret dance, a saraband of souls in flight.
In search of this love, I venture through worlds,
Through stories woven from moonlight and sunbeams,
Through dreams where every moment is an eternity,
And every embrace is an immortal vow.
To find myself in a love that knows no limits,
That conquers time and distances, rising above any wall.
A love that blooms my heart,
And fills my soul with unsung songs, unfulfilled desires, an endless dream.
A hidden world, like a heart's inner word
it cannot be seen, nor can it be heard
everyday of your life, it exists
you try to resist, but it persists
Just as thoughts control one's mind
so too, the will power where one can find
a way to cope, or at least to unwind
from troubles and fears that do so bind
Fear restricts freedom, your mind to explore
it is forcing your happiness into a detour
left is desire to find this calm, and be content
better than suffering, with fear to vent
There is no escape, you feel like your bait
only time now stands, between you and your fate
no respite, whatever you might endeavor to do
knowing those worries, nevertheless, will continue
It plagues your mind, and plagues your soul
hearing inner voices saying, "I told you so"
so once again, withdrawing from that chase
retreating yourself, to your secret hiding place
That place of comfort, and place of security
a location guaranteeing you, your obscurity
time has taught you, you have fine tuned
this is your way, to heal your own wound
Overcoming fear is the only way
it requires patience to wait that day
thinking you can rely, to yourself do you obey
but with time, once again you do go astray
To regain control, of your inner world of fears
you need a friend, with whom to share those tears
someone who has been tested, someone to confide
allowing you to open up, and to no longer hide
A friend who listens, allowing you to mend
on a special someone, whom you've come to depend
that beautiful soul, she alone with her tears
knows that secret, to remove those fears
Your friend for the duration, till the very end
she is not into gossip, nor does she pretend
a bosom soul mate, destroying your world of fears
giving you a listening ear, and her heart that cares
Pre-chorus: I thought your grass was green…I’m hopeless… (Oh funny, I
thought you were a good person…I was there for you through thick and thin –
you do not love me anymore)
I’m through with you...you…tonight…I long for God’s light (to shed on me…we
were in content & we were pleasant)
Chorus: Ahhhh….Stop being a tease…
Ahhhh….Being a tease…(my heart broke into two)
Ahhhh….Here’s a wound to mend
Ahhhh….Please, put my mind at ease
Ahhhh….You don’t see me, nearing my end…
Ahhhh….Nearing my end…(you’re left without a clue)
Pre-chorus #2: You turned out to be so mean…you were so heartless… (you
make me feel like nothin’…make me feel like someone…somethin’ – your words
pierced me like a pin on the floor)
I’m not haunted by your callous night…don’t pick a fight (with me…we were
innocent like a newborn infant)
No need to apologize
You don’t deserve my tears no doubt…no doubt ~
You blew it for good – you realize
That you hurt me emotionally inside and out ~
Give me an excuse or a reason
To overcome these waves of emotions
Friends come and go like season to season
Dealing with vile clashing commotions
Pre-chorus: I thought your grass was green…I’m hopeless… (Oh funny, I
thought you were a good person…I was there for you through thick and thin –
you do not love me anymore)
I’m through with you...you…tonight…I long for God’s light (to shed on me…we
were in content & we were pleasant)
When in the U.S.A., and morning has broken,
'I'll fix breakfast,' are the words I heard spoken.
In reply, I would say, “To the kitchen I'll repair,
mend the coffee and, then, when I'm there,
what's more, I can restore the trash within our dustbin,
just refurbish the rubbish, and take it out, or leave it in.”
Altho' I tend not to be hungry, I've been supine all night,
yet I'll savour the flavour of her fine earthly delight(s).
Get stuck in and tuck in, with gusto, for a fry-up,
as 'shrooms, eggs, rashers and toms will all soon dry up.
But bring on the best of British brekkers,
black pudding, bangers and beans,
as bubble and squeak speaks to me,
if you know what I mean(s).
When things don't turn out
Quite the way you hoped they would,
Don't withdraw into a shell, or worse,
Don't scream and curse the universe.
Onto each head some rain must fall,
Life is a crap shoot, after all,
Stuff happens.
When you hold on to dreams
Much longer than you should,
You will find out, to your dismay,
With time, some dreams just fade away,
But the world keeps turning even then,
And hearts that break can also mend,
Stuff happens.
But, don't give up on dreams,
Don't banish them for good.
We all will have our turn at plate,
And call it luck, kismet, or fate,
We each get our allotted share,
Life is dispassionate but fair,
And to everybody everywhere
Stuff happens.
Let's meet
on
side
of
honesty
honor
& Integrity
let's
never
forget
consequences
of
deception,
denial
delay
distraction
&death
upon
waking
think
of
what
a
precious
privilege
to be alive
breathe
think
enjoy
& love
let worry fade
breathe
allow
affection
& premonition
mend
your
wings
taste food
when
eating
taste slumber
when
sleeping
be alive
will all
be dead
soon enough
have
your
head
in
clouds
& think
you
are
in
paradise
poetry
is
thoughts
that
breathe,
& words
that
burn
beauty
of
life
grow
from
soil
build
in
steeple
mold
into
art
shaped
into
bread
loaves
or
hold it
in
your
heart
Written: March 25, 2023
5th place contest winner
Strand No 1203 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
NOTE::THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' (intuitive cadence)& so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
"Taking away my cell phone would be as painful as being neutered."
~ by poet
Twenty years ago, no one would have predicted
that to cell phones, the world would become addicted.
We text instead of calling, though we have the choice.
I barely remember the sound of my child's voice!
Often, I forget where I've left my darn phone.
Without a text notification, I feel very much alone.
It's part of my anatomy that I should have neutered,
a simple surgical procedure that should be tutored.
Remove it from my hand with a scapel or a knife.
Can I survive without it? It's instrumental to my life!
Cutting it off would be an act of painful castration.
Maybe a lobotomy instead of neutering amputation?
I won't promise that if it's done, it would be a cure.
If it's no longer attached to me, how will I endure
not being able to keep in touch with my best friend,
and how long does it take for neutered scars to mend?
SOMETIMES, I AM TIRED OF HIDING MYSELF AS A MAN
IN A SOCIETY THAT THINKS A MAN’S PAIN DOES NOT EXIST…
EXHAUSTED FROM FEELING LIKE I AM NOT ALLOWED MY TEARS…
CONFUSED ABOUT WHY,
IF WITNESSED IN THE PUBLIC’S EYES,
I’M NOT SUPPOSED TO CRY.
FRUSTRATED WITH THE THOUGHT THAT, AS A MAN,
I CANNOT SHED MY EMOTIONS
ON MY PARTNER’S SHOULDER.
PRIVATELY ENRAGED AT A SOCIETY
THAT THINKS VULNERABILITY IN A MAN
IS A SIGN OF WEAKNESS.
THINKING TO MYSELF,
“HERE I GO,”
WITH ANOTHER PERFORMANCE.
ANGRY AT HOLDING ON
TO A FALSIFIED SMILE
WHEN I’M HURTING.
SO AS I WRITE THIS POEM,
IT IS WRITTEN FOR ALL MEN—
A READING FOR YOUR HEARTS TO MEND.
AND KNOW
YOU HAVE PERMISSION
TO BE ALL VERSIONS OF YOURSELF.