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When you gave me your news
The sides of my mouth rose in a maniacal grin
Was this some kind of cruel joke
Blood rushed away from my brain
Leaving me feeling faint
I could not comprehend
The possibility
The reality
Of your mortality
It was like it was happening to me
"How could this be happening to me!"
You have always been here
I know you are not going anywhere soon
But this forces me to see
None of us is here forever
So I will not take you for granted
I will celebrate each moment of our laughter
I will fill up the storehouse of my memories
I will be the giver and receiver of hugs
Smiles will adorn my lips
Still, I will not be afraid of my tears
Today
Yes today
This very day
I will scream
Scream out my anguish
Scream until I release my inner sadness
Until I am endowed with your strength
For you do not allow yourself to wither in pity
You dance
You celebrate what is
Not what is lost
You do what needs to be done
You prepare for battle with a warrior's heart
The blood you have given me
Pumps from my heart
Back to my brain
To my eyes that see you
To my ears that love hearing you
To my hands that enjoy your familiar touch
To my tongue that never tires of talking to you
All the parts of me that fully enjoy
Our time
One day there will be a time beyond us
Yet that time is not now
So for now I will love you
I will appreciate the gift of you
When your time arrives
There is a part of you that will stay with me
The part that I will carry with me
To guide me along my own finite path
Until the time I bring it back to you
into the next world
The place that we will discover
Once and for always
That there is
indeed
Forever!
Mind is, but a battlefield
A constant war to win or to lose.
It robbed you of your contentment
Ne'er grant you with good night
I’ve been there so, I know…!
What’s your stronghold?
Sometime I pray to be an overcomer
Sometime I give in to it.
Knowing, it set me apart from my near ones.
Sometime I ponder on things which steal my joy
Sometime I perceive an ungodly thoughts that do no good.
A mere harm I go through.
Alas, I brawl through stronghold
unfastened the rope of imprisonment.
Renewed melancholy persona into generous optimist!
What’s your stronghold?
Mind is, but unreliable next – world!
Restless wanderer, drop you to the pool of grieve.
If you don’t grasp the stronghold of your mind, peace dies
relationship dissolve just like a melting ice.
Energies the lies and limit the good.
run from stronghold of your mind
Habituate it; activate it to hold on to what is best!
Then no matter the strong holds …you win!!
Pretty like the crystalline canyon rocks -
Fair like a deer wandering in the morn' -
With the Great Spirit as a faithful witness
A baby girl named Red Feather was born
And for her onyx eyes and ruddy cheeks
An angel was sent with kisses to adorn.
Her misery began with John Martin -
A white trader of uncouth demeanor
Who took one day a Navajo woman
As payment for whiskey and gunpowder
And soon his bride realized an inheritance
But in so doing died young in labor.
Red Feather lived - lived with a cruel father
Who cursed her and of her did not boast -
Withholding not his friends who laughed at her
And was ignored by passersby the most -
Irretrievably lost between two worlds
That scorned red highlights and native clothes
Until one day when grief overwhelmed her -
She ran away - against the blinding tears -
Where else but to the village of her mother
But discovered that they too made jeers
At the sight of her and there enslaved her
And instead of love - realized her worst fears.
But solace found Red Feather at moments
When she'd steal away to Spirit Canyon
To gaze upon the weathered petroglyphs.
Silence touched her heart every now and then
As she'd sit among the lonely rifts
And consider the Earth with the heavens.
There among them was one where an artist
Told of the wish of an ancient warrior
To jump the cliff and join the gentle spirits
That captured Red Feather's awe in particular
And since the life ahead held not her interest
She soon desired him and her mother
So it happened during one nice spring day:
The wildflowers breezed as she took the path -
Eagles circled above her at midday
And Red Feather stood on the edge with wrath -
Embraced the sky and Sun and leapt away -
Seeking what the next world might have.
Since that time many a wayward Navajo
And traveler alike claim to have seen
Red Feather come to them - white with glow -
And swear wholly it was not of a dream
But that she lives - she lives as a ghost
Wandering along the cliffs and beneath.
So should you come to Navajo Country
Look sharp - Red Feather's spirit takes flight.
She may run silently with a clan of coyotes
Or dance in the shadows of your firelight.
She may be the breeze that blows softly
Or the silver mist that rises at night.
Benjamin Franklin said
“but in this world nothing
can be said to be certain,
except death and taxes.”
Paying tax may be painful
Yet our death is the singular
Most feared eventuality.
For us all, we know from birth
We will, at some point, reach the end.
So many say clichés,
Don’t waste time
Not a rehearsal
No pockets in a shroud
YOLO.
All true, yet what I fear
More than my demise,
The final breath,
The end of existence,
Is the fact I will be forgotten.
I will be mourned, I guess,
Never a certainty.
I will be missed,
In whatever measure.
My children will grieve.
The loss of a parent at any age,
Disruption, normality smashed.
The day after a fatality,
Of an elder, parent,
The first day in this earth without them.
Raw.
But time passes,
Grieve eases,
Mourning peters out
And life continues for those
Still residing on this mortal coil.
The fact I will be forgotten.
A day to day memory
Becomes weekly, monthly
Annually on special anniversaries.
In time those who dwelt
Along side me in this plane
Will join me on the other side.
In the realm where we know not
What happened until we get there.
If anything.
The ultimate unknown.
My name once dropped in conversation
Tense changing from present to past
Then distant memory.
Then what?
I fear one day I will
No longer echo in the mouth
Skip from the lips
Of those who knew me in life.
They too will become a distant memory
for those who dwelt and walked with them.
I cannot change how
Others will choose to
Remember me when I am gone.
Yet to pay it forward
With a wing and a prayer
I choose to remember those
Who walked before me.
I did not know them
Yet as I move through
The graveyards and cemeteries
Scattered on this land,
I speak forth, out loud
The names of those who
Dwell in the next world.
Allowing their names to
Echo in my mouth
Skip from my lips.
Bringing back the energy lost
To time and space,
Since their last breath was drawn.
Young and old, man and woman,
Child and criminal, saint and sinner.
All of us leave our stretch,
Square with the house.
So speak forth the names
Of those who shaped our world,
Bore our ancestors and
Hope your name is uttered
By Generations to come,
by those who come after.
I so enjoy spending time with----Everyone
I love the way my friends anticipate my----Needs
They have a way of making me feel like a-----Someone
In this or the next world, what could be better than ---That
It just makes me feel so good that someone --------------Cares
There are those that like to bring others down, what's that---About
I have absolutely no desire to spend any time with----------Them
I've seen how they make you question who you------------Are
That is the last thing in the world I want for-------------You
You do not deserve to be treated like----------------That
Because, to me you are a special------------Someone
For Hgarvey's End Word contest.
Form:
for her
beauty lie in
the eye of the beholder
they say
yet your beauty lies
within my heart baby
golds diamonds
silver money
are priceless
to ur beauty
my love
if I have to worship
I will always worship
your humour for
eternity
for your soul
gaves alot beauty
to my life
I have missed you
i have loved you
I wonder what more
is left
if I have to adore
i adore your creativity
I adore the fire in you
I adore your personality
I adore you and you
for ever I will always
remember
baby life is short
so not too long
I have grown too quick
to a poet
every time I write
my heart it bleeds
baby I wish you
were here by my side
I wish you were Here
just to tell me once
again
it shall be all well and ok
I will always love
to let you rest
but I know you
miss me in the
next world and that
why I write this
words of mine
from my soul
specially
for her
Rest in peace
I began my life as a little Roman Catholic girl,
But after the death of my sister, mother lost faith;
And we never, ever went to church anymore,
Mother said we did not need the church or God.
But I did, I would go to the big church not far,
I tiptoed up front to where the candles burned;
And I lit some for my sister who was in Nirvana,
The good will have a place in Heaven, in Paradise;
In the hereafter, the next world, the next life,
But if one believes in Heaven, then also Hell.
I hold fast the concept of a supreme being, Lord,
So, I believe that there is an afterlife in Heaven;
I cannot accept anything else, it would destroy me,
My beloved have to be waiting in the Firmament.
So yes, I am expecting after this realm, Eternity,
Once when I was sad, I felt a hand upon me;
Once I thought I heard grandma talking, once father.
And once my beloved kissed my lips, with his love,
There waiting, my babies who never knew the sky;
And because of all that, I can endure this life.
______________________
September 6, 2015
Verse
For the contest, Where Do You Think You Will Spend Eternity,
Sponsor, Laura Leiser
Fourth Place
I opened my eyes
to the next world,
finding it foreign
A twist to the curl
The sky was pink
as I had dreamed,
but everything wasn’t
as it might seem
The grass was white
and waving fast,
trees were orange
and trunks are vast
The sun was purple
and flames flew off,
I could see them clearly
but some may scoff
A group of people
all colored the same,
rainbows of skin
with nothing to shame
Singing with voices
the angels adore,
as they hang over clouds
in their need to hear more
And off to the right
I see the moons,
forty of them
eclipsed to zoom
I close my eyes
overwhelmed indeed,
waiting for angels
to sing the next lead
Confused Miles
You...
are too far away.
I live here and you live there.
The world,
smaller all the time,
but still.
Parts are on fire.
Some are even flooding.
Be safe my dearest one.
You are family to me.
There are worse things,
in "other" places...
and monsters are breathing,
real air.
Not for the first time,
but certainly the last.
That is what is written,
so it is so.
Paper masks to keep from dying.
Children passed into the fire,
on heaps of trash...
searching for food.
The angel has blown the horn.
Time is raining in the desert,
quicksand for camels,
and the hands of the wicked...
to pull passers-by into the next world.
Walk softly.
If you do not hear from me...
If I/we are not allowed,
to know more of what today will bring,
tomorrow.
I tell you this;
Flowers ever to your step.
Bees to sing songs.
Butterflies to delight.
Sun and rain to erase all pain.
I will see you again,
my friend.
In this world,
and brothers and sisters...
in the next.
Closer even now...
by the simple hope,
of it all.
Football fever
World Cup Brazil;
Too many overnights breached
Imagine a world
Glued to football mania;
Morning red eyes syndrome
Now you've seen it all
Germany's got the gold;
Back to normal routines
Even my wife's up
Watching the final match;
TV and sleepy eyes
If only something
More tangible...
Can heal the world
Competitive sports
Winning smiles collect;
Losing tears regret
Bedtime at dawn
Wake up mid-afternoon;
Schedule gains off-side
Peace for now
Until the next World Cup;
Life minus football fever!
Just for a sporting change
For a short while,
Unruly world celebrates
In-between hostilities
Dazzling football magic;
Memorable milestones
In my dreams
Football in the net;
Goalkeeper dazed
Leon Enriquez
14 July 2014
Singapore