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A broken-hearted lady shuts her eyes
and summons forth sweet scenes from days long past.
She loved him so. His promises gave rise
to firm assurances their love would last.
“But that was then and this is now!” she cries.
They’d planned to wed and have a family,
watch proudly as their kids met with success,
then age together peacefully. The key
to bliss was love. They’d claim their happiness.
But that was then, and this is now, you see.
She feels so old, though she’s just thirty-two.
She entertains no hopes that she will find
someone to share her life. She’s bid adieu
all thoughts of kids. THEN-dreams she’s left behind,
for this is NOW. She nurses her bleak view.
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She feels so young as she walks down the aisle
at thirty-nine. There is no need to wait
to claim the life she’s dreamed about. Her smile
says, “This is now”; and it is not too late.
The blight of THEN has been gone for a while.
January 21, 2019, written for and entered in Silent One's That Was Then and This Is Now Contest--placed 2nd
January 31, 2019, entered in Mark Toney's Poetry Marathon, Mile 14
February 2, 2019, entered in Brian Strand's Early February contest
Placed 1st
April 30, 2019, entered in John Lawless's Crap Shoot Poetry Contest
Placed 6th (of ten)
An old board and a rope had made me a swing,
Sitting there when I was around the age of nine,
I curiously looked up to see the first sign of spring,
Where a robin was building a nest of twigs entwined.
Summer's heat burned my shoulders, so I sought shade,
I climbed up into your strong arms at the age of fourteen,
Along with a book, I relaxed in a solitude no one could invade,
I found myself lost within the pages and the leaves of green.
On a lazy, autumn afternoon, at the age of twenty-three,
I raked the dead leaves that buried my feet into a pile,
Through the orange limbs my black cat peered down at me,
Then leapt from the tree to play among the leaves for awhile.
Now, as I am rapidly approaching the age of thirty-one,
Branches are encased in ice, as winter continues to unfold,
From my window, I see the cardinals and the disappearing sun,
Reminding me that life still survives in the bitter cold.
March, 7th, 2014
Gail Angel Doyle's contest - "Memories On Branches"
You live in sapphire-decked castles. You wear soft muslin clothes.
The snugness of mundane wealth, like the termite, eats you up.
Though you care less for God, in his name, you dare to take oaths.
With your vanilla wines, the pains of the poor fill your cup.
You're already comforted, Jesus said; what more do you need?
Why do you need a heaven above when you have it here?
Woe to you because you've killed your soul due to your greed.
The unending furnace of the afterlife, don't you fear?
The tears of the poor you mock at utter: you'll mourn as well.
Do you, at your conceit, shout and jump as though on cloud nine?
You're galloping like a drunken horse, unaware of hell.
Cobwebs of lust, spite, wrath, and sloth have filled your inner shrine.
Could any bird, with a snake that eats its eggs, feel at ease?
On you, the wrath of the one who loves them will never cease.
The death of three sisters
Three sisters sadly fell. At different times they died,
though in them countless millions stood and worshipped side by side.
Though none of good will wished them ill yet evil still was found
and spirey towers once touching skies came crashing to the ground.
Fallen, fallen were their stones, found fallen was their pride.
The middle sister first, murdered by the hand of man,
burned by countless firey blasts til pillars could not stand at last.
and Exploding stone fell from head to feet, fell burning to the ground
while fire did sweep old Dresden’s town to destruction near complete.
The youngest perished next. No evil at the hand of man but evil nonetheless.
The quaking earth brought that distress, Adam’s fault, if not the rest,
when by his hand the fallen curse came first to all creation.
That fault through every generation brought second sister down
with sorrow and with Christchurch shock, and weeping in that town.
The oldest outlived sisters both. This grandest dame with greater fame
lived near nine hundred years. She did not die at Adam’s hand,
nor by an evil bent. Some say careless burning butt discarded still unspent
caught this lady in her prime with workmen’s good intent.
And yet the evil came, with Paris fears and Paris tears for fabled Notre Dame.
Three evils of our natural world disturbing sister’s peace.
All three were laid by hand of man, first and fourth degrees of homicide,
then careless negligence, but with or not with malintent still all sisters fell.
The first has now arisen, the others will be well,
but til new heaven and new earth none safely can here dwell.
Dee clubb of davos, meets twice a year.' Un saintly rules to
Tank' that stinks.. From here.' Like vegetation to long underwater.' Slime and stench creeping 'over the borders'
A land pristine of 'white powdered' mountains colonisers
Of canberra.' Where they exported a pics-ean high fountain
Just like the one in geneva.. It springs to mind? Over an
Unruffeled lake, it all looks benign.' Back to the black-board
However we go.' Or perhaps? Its a pure white one.' Louse
Knabe, only knows.' Its a land of (choc o lait) a bit like old
Wonkas where trucks cant start before nine am or police
Will arrive and fine.' Which is not so fine.? Where you can't
Flush a toilet..' after ten o'cloch by night..You guessed it or
Another fine..Mess for any ' (not just stuff in the pipe-line) yet
Back to the conference centre where ( bugs are lauded ) as zee
Zouper food..This is all recorded.' I have heard some there
De-facate in bed.? If important thoughts are in their heads
( well the maids can clear it all up later ) its just perks of your billions.' And the fact your wealth is much greater.! Than
Nomal sense.? ( OH THAT WON'T DO.!) in the rarified air.' ten grand tips.? For doo-dooI'd say its not right.' Oh pooh.' So true unfair) yet
Thats the way of davos..In the year of the snake?? I'd nearly
Forgotton that omen.' So reptillian? btw the way do you
Want more cake.? The richest is availible only on such
Circus days.' Still makes a break from cricket bread and
Other junk food I must say.' Its really hard to see any benifits for the world.? Maybe its just me..? With my
Beliefs though one of which is (boys and girls) are much
Needed assets.' Indeed I stand to applaud; the reality of
A strong humanity.' And why not throw all our bugs overboard.)
Haunted with hope,
The love forgotten kisses my brain,
In time passing so causing strain,
Thoughts stalking
And seeking,
Injecting its venomous tendrils in my neck through its teeth .
Stuck such as a snake bite.
Weaving into my bloodstream
Simmering into my brain.
Vivid visions of her follow me
Her cough is behind me to the left,
No right,
Covered by the shade of the night.
The coughing is closer.
I stare into the sea of crowds
Many stare back.
Their eyes piercing.
I feel the onslaught of judgement
The whip of whispers lashes onto my back
Seeming to destroy my flesh.
The cats with nine tails clawing at my skin.
Even Jesus wept.
Her ailment couldn’t keep my kisses away.
But her spirit shook my bones away from my body, I could see myself.
Stumbling, neck red with bite marks, eyes red with tears. For the man before me was no longer filled with my own spirit, he fell to the ground.
Wails erupted from his mouth like the shrieks of those tortured in the pits of hell.
Love once so strong now hast led me to madness in its absence.
"Precepts of the Aegis-Holder"
no gorgons here
but 3 of one, yes?
shields raise
back the dead
to life
and phoenix
from the ashes
spreads its burning wings
feathers of blue
now gold, tra-la notes,
messages burning
rising upwards, it sings
and the hounds noble
stand their ground
under tree of life
the wisdom drops from leaves
like tears, black pearls
in for a penny,
in for a pound
what say you?
to the manor born?, or
light of life?, by now
it does not matter
for all is found, surely,
in each
the other
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
mlb,klb, llb
"A chattering crow lives out nine generations of aged men,
but a stag's life is four time a crow's,
and a raven's life makes three stags old,
while the phoenix outlives nine ravens,
but we, the rich-haired Nymphs
daughters of Zeus the aegis-holder,
outlive ten phoenixes"
The Aegis-Holder.
Burton.
Phoenix.
3.
Lux Vitae.
Superhero strobe lighthouse helm hexagonal
Sixty degree angle glass captain bridge
Watchtower for Diminutive Town message
Warns cliff climbers must heed heirachy rule
Soaring steel pylon pinnacle, men microscopic
Sextant lassos moon coins for seafarers
Capsized as whitecaps vomit precarious
Admiral amends an untoward son with his wallet
Navigator Nerida gazes star bright broadwater
Nile writhing serpent steps calm Cleopatra
Societal riser sanitises sympathy's reaction
To hard-knock have-nots, tutorials taught her
Ignore poor crippled car sleepers in their midst
Image is nine tenths of destiny, maintain it
Dim raised to dazzling, finger emblazoned
Bestows dirtily earned glory on emaciated wrist
Beacon lights monarch morrow, slim limbs svelte
Jokers precluded erect huts on soft sand
Jewels crest strawberry sun-light garland
Dangle gold carats in cards her chronicle dealt
Third of November
Superb Vista
Fu#king hell, I can’t hear - these screaming shells, this banging everywhere!
Jesus Christ I can’t even see the enemy over there!
Lock and load, squeeze the trigger and go these streets of brick and rubble, no cover or safety anywhere!
I can’t see or hear or be a fighter in this hell, what the hell am I doing here?
The thunder bangs, machine gun rounds, smoke and screaming everywhere..
Trapped between these walls the Tiger Tank seals the exit hole, I’ve emptied my gun on steel - the gunner turns his sights on me. Have I used up all nine lives… I watch his barrel turn, this god damn broken ankle hurts…
Oh my Jesus Christ..
…this is the end of me!
1969, two boys on the run
But on the run
To have much fun
Monday night, Boys Brigade
Where on this evening
A life will fade
The older by two years
Could ran very fast
The youngest in the race
Just couldn't last
Corner turned
I'll catch up you'll see
Where you are
I want to be
To reach that corner
I ran and ran
As I lifted my head
My brother hit by a van
As I reach the road
I hear screams above the brakes
Screeching tyres
As my world all breaks
My brother of nine
Dragged for fifty yards
Under a van
Body skinned and tarred
I stand there trembling
In fear and tears
Slow motion engulfs me
As I shuffle near
Panic sets as I turn and run
Past the corner
Where it all began
Running back to my father
Shouting Boom Booms dead
Images running through my head
My beloved brother
Who could run faster than thee
His life taken in front of me
To see what I seen
Just a boy of seven
Watching Angels take his brother to heaven
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