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What will I do?
How will I survive?
If they only knew
How much I need…
The hamburger
Potatoes, carrots
All the corn they
Never realize
Sustains me
Despite my shame
I hurry toward the line
Where I’ll hide my desire
My hunger, my yearning
Beneath shadowed eyes
Behind a shallow smile
What will I do?
How will I survive?
Do they not see
The worry in my eyes?
What will I do?
How will I survive?
If they don’t feed me
Will I turn to stealing?
What will I do?
How will I survive?
If they only knew…
How desperately I need
The groceries they give me
When I’m sure I haven’t a cent
To buy even a soda or chips
What will I do?
How will I survive?
Someday, someway, I’ll give back
Recompence for their kindness
Someday, someway, I’ll give back
A portion of this sustenance
To another who is in need
Of a second chance, a way to eat
A way to weather the storm
That comes before the sun
What will I do?
How will I survive?
I finally understand
I’ll always get by because there is
A helping hand, a friend
There at the counter
Where the food bank sends
Hamburger, hotdog, potatoes
All the nourishment to help maintain
A life like mine, who has found
Tenderness in an outstretched hand
Panic at the Food Bank poetry contest
Sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann
July 28, 2021
I REMEMBER SMOKEY
Once when I was just a kid,
My sister eight years older,
My sister's boyfriend came to call,
As we were playing soldier.
Stationed in the jungle we,
Cut off from our troop.
Surrounded by the enemy,
We must escape, regroup.
To do this we must make a stand,
Take out that lone guard.
A local girl distracted him,
So we could hit him, hard.
My sister led him to the porch,
To kiss her friend good night,
Not suspecting they were watched,
Or what we planned that night.
They stood before the porch steps,
In young love's sweet embrace,
I'm sure the neighbors heard his scream,
You should have seen her face.
We snuck up very slowly,
They never heard a sound,
They thought that they were all alone,
With no one else around.
The timing perfect as we leaped,
I yelled to him,"ATTACK!"
And Smokey did as he was told,
He ran straight up his back.
The young boy screamed, jumped off the porch,
And made tracks for his car.
My sister cried to Mama,
"He'll prob'ly have a scar!"
The young boy swore that he was bit,
Felt teeth in his behind.
I grinned and said,"But not the cat,
The teeth he felt were mine."
Mama laughed so hard at that,
That we did not get punished.
My sister went into her room,
Her reputation tarnished.
She felt no boy would date her now,
She had a rabid sister,
Who hung out with a feral cat,
No one could resist her.
So cute and sweet, she had it all,
You'd think she had it made;
But with me no one would call,
She'd die as an old maid.
Judy Ball
I step onto the dance floor,
and the world gathers in fragments~
a tremor rising through the boards,
a thin ribbon of cologne drifting past,
the soft sweep of someone moving
just beyond my reach.
The vibration steadies me,
a low, dependable pulse
that quiets the old unrest
I once carried like a second heartbeat.
I follow that pulse
the way others follow brightness,
trusting it will hold.
A hand finds mine~
warm, unhurried~
its presence a small anchor
in the shifting room.
It offers nothing but itself,
yet something inside me
loosens at the contact,
as if a faint glow
has begun to gather
behind my ribs.
Physical blindness
didn’t erase the world;
it reshaped it
into texture and breath,
into the gentle press of touch
that speaks plainly
and never pretends.
But there was another darkness~
the kind that thins intuition,
blurs instinct,
lets fear rise unchecked
until even familiar things
feel strangely distant.
That blindness hollowed me,
left me moving through days
that barely held meaning,
as though I’d misplaced
my own center.
Here, something shifts.
Music climbs through the floor,
a quiet current
lifting toward my chest.
It stirs a clarity
I thought I’d lost~
not a sudden blaze,
but a soft brightening,
a sense of being met
by something patient
and quietly sure.
I move because the rhythm
feels trustworthy again,
because the world
reveals itself
through vibration,
through breath,
through the nearness of others
whose presence I can feel
even without sight.
I see nothing,
yet everything feels legible.
This is the kind of vision
that returns only
when the body listens
and the soul
lets its own light
rise.
Since I went away
I do not recall ever missing you
For all this long:
When I saw you today,
I know what I was craving for.
Every time I longed for touch,
Every time I yearned for kiss;
Each time I slept alone.
That's what I did for so long;
Each time I saw a beautiful woman
And she did not turn around
To see my pain smile.
Long lonely nights,
Fighting, staring at nothingness,
What could a pillow do?
My anguish was mine:
I had not been good for you,
Should I ever leave you again,
I swear I want to miss the sweetness you are.
Now that I am back,
Babe, lets make love
And let love make our lives,
The past will be a forgetting;
I love you and I know
Even more when it is too late to miss you.
As I sit gazing upon the unsympathetic clock.
Wiling away these last few dread filled hours.
Stirring my tea, or is it stirring me?
Confusion reigns.
My weary eyes plummet toward the newest envelope on the oak birthed table.
The Violet Grape Purple one, fore it is pregnant with the last love filled endowments of my now ex-wife.
Before when I had the guiltless luck to call her mine.
Or am I at fault?
Either way the staring envelope is all that reminds me.
Why did you have to come in the post just as I was forgetting?
Just when I was becoming too tired to care, about her presence in my bed , in my soul.
Reap me , tear me, but please don't remind me of her.
Wildflowers and persimmons the power in her laugh.
At long last I can stand no more, I gather the mocking, accursed letter and in a rush in a chair I alight.
By the fire I strain to throw you in.
I pitch back instead, hurtling down, down.
On the floor I weep.
Intimacy
by Rahat Indori
loose translation by Michael R. Burch
I held the Sun, Stars and Moon at a distance
till the time your hands touched mine.
Now I am not a feather to be easily detached:
instruct the hurricanes and tornados to observe their limits!
The Mad Moon
by Rahat Indori
loose translation by Michael R. Burch
Stars have a habit of showing off,
but the mad moon sojourns in darkness.
Body Language
by Rahat Indori
loose translation by Michael R. Burch
Your body’s figures are written in cursive!
How will I read you? Hand me the book!
Insatiable
by Rahat Indori
loose translation by Michael R. Burch
This mighty ocean, so deep and vast!
If it sates my thirst, how long can it last?
Honor
by Rahat Indori
loose translation by Michael R. Burch
Achievements may fade but the name sounds strong;
walls may buckle but the roof stays on.
On a pile of corpses a child stands alone
and declares that his family still lives on!
Dust in the Wind
by Rahat Indori
loose translation by Michael R. Burch
This is how I introduce myself to questioners:
Pick up a handful of dust, then blow ...
Dissembler
by Rahat Indori
loose translation by Michael R. Burch
In your eyes this, in your heart that, on your lips something else?
If this is how you are, speak to someone else!
Rumor (M)ill
by Rahat Indori
loose translation by Michael R. Burch
I heard rumors my health was bad;
prying people made me ill.
The Vortex
by Rahat Indori
loose translation by Michael R. Burch
I am the river whose rapids form a vortex;
You were wise to avoid my banks.
Homebound
by Rahat Indori
loose translation by Michael R. Burch
If people fear what they meet at every turn,
why do they ever leave the house?
Keywords/Tags: Rahat Indori, Urdu, translations, Intimacy, sun, moon, stars, feather, hurricane, tornado, hands, darkness, body, cursive, book, read, ocean, honor, river, banks, vortex, thirst, walls, corpses, dust, wind, family, eyes, heart, lips
Trust in Love
Open your heart to Love
Truth frees all captives
Lights spark my peace to spread like waves of Ocean water
Hidden manna for bread Word of God as Love inside all creation
Under the moon we live
Emperor of mine we are no longer subjects but Your Friends
Best Friends with God Best Friends With Jesus and Love Restored
Under the stars I make my home
With my family Humanity our love is manifested as Truth
Hope as lights in all the dark and all the shadows illuminated by Love
Embolden my family to see all mankind as Love Eternal Love all around us on Earth
This is Gods Home we are all His Children here
Love is like a bird it flies and it lives free
We are like the birds we live and Love is Ours by right of Love calling us all by our name
Howmuch pain can one man feel ,
When will he know when it is real.
Must he reach a certain age in life ,
Or live through hard times and strife.
Should he stumble and fall so many times ,
Maybe not able to see all of the signs.
Is it important to always be on top ,
Possibly it is the path he should walk.
So confusing these questions I have ,
They all seem to be driving me mad.
Didn't think living was suppose to be so hard ,
Yet here I am with mine just falling apart.
It is to the point now I am embarresed to say ,
That I must have been doing it the wrong way .
I suppose one day I will figure it all out ,
This life I live and what it is all about.
Lord I surely hope so before it's to late ,
Never did I expect this to be my fate .
I will try much harder and stay in the fight ,
Hopefully soon I will be able to saee the light.
It's silly how crazy this life can make us ,
Probably because we have never been able to trust .
Maybe it is not pain that I always seem to feel ,
And it's just my life and it's for real.
TA Carter
From age sixteen to twenty, I had a 32-inch waist
Not an ounce of fat, not even a trace.
What happened to my youthful body?
When I had all muscle and no flab
Now all this weight I have to drag.
It is hell when you lose that youthful bod
Where people s heads turn and they nod.
Now my gut hangs over my belt
This is the worst I have ever felt.
They say when you get older your muscles tend to relax
Looks like I have to charge an overweight income tax!
They say in your fifties you are in your prime
“What happened to mine? “
When we get older, we are supposed to revert
Back to our childhood years, but apparently
Our bodies have some fears.
It birth it was our parents who used to change our diapers
Now our children are changing them!
GOD is truly a comedian!
Inspired by Joe Bonamassa song Your Heart Is As Black As Night in Album Don't Explain, 2011
Your heart shines in the eyes but the fact I know
Your love is as far as a star
Your song may be sweet mine I can’t compare
But your love is as far as a star
I don’t know why you are with me
In my time of yearning
But if you don’t depart
I will give you my heart
Cause your touch may make me shake
But the emotions all fake
Your love is as far as a star
Your heart shines in the eyes, but the fact I know
Your love is as far as a star
Your song may be sweet mine I can’t compare
But your love is as far as a star
I don’t know why you are with me
In my time of yearning
But if you don’t depart
I will give you my heart
Cause your touch may make me shake
But the emotions all fake
Oh, Your love is as far, your love is as far as a star, as a star