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My birthday, Ur Christmas, His death
Toe to toe, heals to floor, fallen with missed steps
The 21st day of September
9th child of birth, must be hell for her to remember
Then again, maybe she's happy
Living life rejoiceful, sitting on the same doorstool
Bless the heart of this poor fool
That was my birthday, this is ur Christmas
As if holidays were forgotten
Seems these passing noels only could kiss us
Perhaps that's good enough
Besides, this is coming from a child
Whom never understood himself
Circling thoughts, is he abandoned
Is he still a follower of ur Christ
Temperatures heated
No longer do I lay immortal on melting ice
Recieve your gifts, for misery will never decieve this myth
That's Ur Christmas, this is his death
First weekend of April, last sunday of February
Love me! I'll wed you, then be buried
I've become fond of you
But I'll never miss this burden I've carried
Granted no sins, no chances to win
In this failing day, I'm so eager to attend
Ur son, my mothers child, have my coffin rest on another isle
My brother I knew little of you
But I miss your smile
This was my birthday, Ur christmas, His death
Form:
I, naughtily, peeled and peeled you to find the truth within,
You have, dear, taught me the philosophy of nothingness;
Each of your petals, like magical herbs, tickles my skin,
Each leaf, as a united nation, enwraps your thickness...!
In you is fulfilled the Buddhist concept of Nirvana,
You are accused of arousing sensuality too;
The Israelites, in each step, seeking flora and fauna,
The Bible says each one missed you, restlessness in them grew...!
One who wishes to kiss one's spouse should not eat you, they say,
Each dish of each little home, yet, dear, you make delicious:
Antioxidants, Blood Sugar, and the Digestive way,
Symbol of protection, memories... you are auspicious...!
Peel yourself selflessly... this is what every onion says,
Resurrection means crucifixion too in humbler ways...!!!
After the party, I woke up on a tropical island
My vision wasn’t so clear and so my mind
I’ve heard a new music, I couldn’t understand
All I knew, everything was no longer aligned.
With tattered clothes and scratches on my body
I screamed and shook the man next to me
Still sleeping holding two empty bottles of whisky
I cried, “Honey, wake up! Where are we?”
I remembered, we’ve partied all night
A batch farewell to welcome our new flight
We ate, danced and sang karaoke on the beach
Then sailed, with free boat, one partner each.
While sailing, we sang the owl and the pussycat,
When a storm came, we lost our track
Our boat capsized…a wreckage… then what?
In that foreign tropical island came our best luck!
A tribe came singing and dancing around us,
They thought we were gifts from their gods
They offered us foods, fruits, garlands, plus
Bars of gold, precious stones… I was so glad!
We were kept in the heart of a forest, a paradise
I was like a queen, a leader gowned in white
They were too kind, loving and extremely nice
Gave us grandiose wedding, what a great delight!
But we’ve missed our loved ones, family and home
We bid goodbye, not happy with treasures alone
They built us beautiful raft and we sailed soon
That night when the sea was calmed by the full moon.
The west winds of springtime
Brought forth April showers
That rained on the pavements
Of Southwick for hours.
It was standing room only
And full to the brim
As people sought shelter
At the old Tabard Inn.
A man with a top hat
Sat staring in space.
There was illness and sadness
Etched deep in his face.
A man with a fob watch
Was seen swapping gold
For a bottle of whisky
Before facing the cold.
A woman sighed deeply
Then laughed with a guest
While sipping tap water
And winning at chess.
There was no chef so no food
Since that dark violent day
When the innkeeper watched him
Being stretchered away.
So the sailor (being followed)
Missed having his tea,
And drank five pints of real ale
Before leaving for sea.
2025.2.26
At 07:07:07, I was at the cemetery,
To visit my dear late friend A P.
He would have been 90 years of age today.
There was mixed feelings,
I have not seen and visited him for quite a while.
I was looking forward to greet him with the biggest smile.
Somehow, I was already teary on my way.
There was no issue to find his unnamed grave.
When I arrived, his grave was bare and clean.
All the items I left 10 months ago,
The tiny altar and his photos,
The cards for his birthdays and death anniversaries,
The Johny Walker glass with the Reindeer candle inside,
The names made of marbles stones,
And a plant in a pot.
Everything was gone and out of sight.
Someone has cleaned his resting place.
I was quite shocked, but I had some things to replace
His 90th birthday wishes done by embroidery,
The Jack Daniel Cola and Coke bottles,
Since all the stones were taken away,
I made up his name with fruits, lollies and biscuits.
I kneeled on the lawn and read him my Poem,
Which I posted today to share with all viewers.
I could not have done everythings this morning,
Without his silent support and my clear mind.
And the carer who said goodbye to me on Valentine.
I managed to sing his song La Paloma in his language,
And play it with my harmonica,
Although I missed to play the piano this morning,
But I was happy to see and do somethings,
For him on his special day.
Happy 90th birthday to my truest friend A P.
PS.
The missing items at his grave,
Has been captured in photographs and stored in USB.
And no one could take them away from my memory..
60's Child
I found myself at the tail end of childhood then,
Coming out of its long sunny sleep;
The days and nights of pleasures, terrors, wonders
Strung together to make up the pitted landscape
Of being small
Still filled my world and made it whole.
Mostly i remember things like:
Summer crab feasts, "I Love Lucy" reruns
"Laugh-In" bits, the drone of ball games on t.v.,
Trips into town to my Grandfather's old store
For candy and comics
Back before my town became Yuppie Central.
Another child raised beneath the cathode rays' glow,
My mind absorbed images, words with only hinted meanings
- Like the smiling faces in the cigarette ads
The offhand reports of body counts
From a faraway, makebelive war,
i heard and felt the many signs of strain
Between the longhaired Bigger Kids and their parents;
But not for me their world of confused revolt.
That would come later, milder in my case
When I became one of their second, weaker, wave.
No, I stepped out of the close land of childhood
Just after it was all over;
Wondering ever since,
Just what it was I'd missed, or hadn't
By dint of being a kid of the fabled 60's.
INTERVIEW
Hello, so you’re a grain of sand
I hope that you’re the right one
It’s identification, you understand
Now that the counting has begun
You claim to be one in a million
Perhaps it is a different meaning
And it’s more likely to be trillion
Even to a higher number leaning
But now let this interview begin
So, what in your life stands out
Did you claim an ancient origin
Please tell me what that’s about
Found washed up on the beach
Maybe in the company of others
All so very close enough to reach
It’s as though you’re all brothers
You are an individual, you insist
As a distinctive tiny size of grain
Your unique features I’ve missed
Unless you’d like to now explain
Across the world, different shades
Mostly gold, also black and white
Fine and coarse in various grades
Will you stand out, you just might
This interview’s been hit and miss
As your claim this distinct identity
But my last question to you is this
As sand, are you a discrete entity
If I could build a ladder
And place it towards the sky
I'd climb on up to Heavens gate
And look into your eyes
I'd gaze upon your face to save
Your image in my mind
To hear your voice I would rejoice
I've forgotten it with time
But first I'd hold you oh so tight
To feel your warm embrace
To hold you long and not let go
My loss would seem erased
We'd pass the time with stories told
Of what you've missed down here
I'm sure we'd share in laughter loud
And also in some tears
I'm finding comfort in the fact
Of knowing you are fine
It's peaceful there and joyous too
We'll all meet again in time
So down the ladder I must go
For my time is out up there
I'm needed with my family here
Till our time again we share
There's a soothing in his words,
Like balm on an injury it works.
The way he observes the little things she missed,
It makes her fall more deeply in his abyss.
There's a shine in his eyes when he talks about her,
Like the evening star constant in dusk.
The way his voice calls her name,
Her body shivers as her heart is flamed.
The way he observes the unseen,
She is left amazed as in b/w the lines he reads.
The way he looks in her eyes,
Like a deep emotion he seeks.
The way he makes her moan,
Like the best pleasure seeks to show on its own.
The way he carries her away,
Like she's the best thing for him ever indeed.
We kiss goodnight and close the light;
just moments pass, and he is snoring!
Why is this brain of mine still bright
with thoughts- oh my, this is so boring!
The same old process I go through-
once snuggled in, my mind's exploring
those things that I forgot to do,
like lock the door and pull the drapes;
turn off the plugged-in crockpot too.
This isn't fair, and I go apes-
so from my comfy bed, I run
without the slightest hesitation-
to find at last, that I'd missed none!
Now, back to bed- this aggravation-
for sure's my nighttime aberration!
June 14, 2020
Contest: Sleepless- Old or New
Sponsor: Carolyn Devonshire
Revised from a poem posted April 6, 2019