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what to
do with
this word
what to
use it
for
for for
is the
word
stoke fire
blow bellows
heat til hotter
take with tongs
for it's almost
molten for to
be hammer plied
forty times speak
the anvil chimes
shaping perhaps
flattening exactly
not now known
at this time for
for can become
foreshadowing
but at this
beginning
it is being
forged for
what it's
worth but
dip it in
the water
bucket as it
steams to
become
solid
and become
the word
forage
all but the
Ulfberht
remains
so they can
wait while we
hunt and gather
once again
Form:
I am in love. I’m pretty sure now.
I keep getting lost in the labyrinths of my mind,
thinking about you, wondering how to connect with you
again. I stop working at times, trying hard not to
fall for you even more every single day.
But I know I’m a gone case,
totally bowled over
by you.
Our relationship defies all norms,
I hear you around me all the time, looking deeper
into your meaning of this new feeling I’ve got. I stop in
my tracks when I read something that reminds me
of our inseparable bond. No one can tear
us apart. Not now, not ever.
We are born to be
together.
Yes, I’m totally in love with you.
It’s a wonderful thing,
this love, it has
changed me.
Our kinship
will bloom and
evolve into something
beautiful, I got a gut feeling about us.
Let me introduce you to my friends
so that they too may
fall in love
with you.
Yes, I’m in love…
…with words.
06.26.2021
For Charles Messina's "Surprise me" contest
“Your Finest Hour”
pour a paint can
from isolation
a heart torn
blood spills Red
on the crushed White empty now
absorbed in the mother vein
Stop.
a tall tree, Green, waiting,
so is life and dreams
she always speaks
of a beautiful future
fresh, romantic notions
words are always running diamond Silver streams
of something always better, Golden,
Bright Blue skies -
what was lost
was stolen,
to somehow be retrieved
not now red apples rolling
down the mountain
climbed long and hard
bitter seeds,like bricks held
in an apron,
red apples scattered
rolling to an Ocean
Time.
What is worthy in the future
is worth something now;
“Look in thy glass and tell
the face thou viewest
now is the time that face
should form another”
from the broken
Tarot Tower
"...calls back the lovely
April of her prime"
thou art thy mother’s glass
and she in thee
stops at Red and reads
your painted codex, stoic
emblazoned with potent power
Silenced,
in this dark time
and proud
dear daughter,
winning the Game
in this,
your finest hour
(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
for my daughter, Georgia
with love,
your mother.
"and now our parents are long departed
who can finish the songs they started?”
Artwork: Georgia Murcell
I told that guy in the trilby hat
that when we create something in our mind
and push it out into the universe willing it to manifest,
it will, in some way, manifest,
though maybe not in the way we expected.
It may appear in the small print of creation
perhaps as a footnote or an addendum.
Trilby hat man gawps at me
as if I'd gone raving mad.
I blithely continue:
“if a cowbird comes to nest in your garden
then goats or cattle will visit your cabbage patch.
not now maybe, maybe never,
but the possibility hovers.”
I notice his trilby is trembling now,
he’s backing away from me
spluttering in outraged disbelief.
As I watch him depart, I have a vision:
The trilby catching fire while on his head;
naturally this will not do.
I imagine a rain cloud drenching him
then LO
It rained.
Real true joy comes from heaven above
my heavenly father is the real joy source
nothing of this old world can really satisfy
telling this to so many makes my voice hoarse
Living on this world Jesus showed real joy
His aim was always putting joy in the heart
increasingly filling each one to the fullest
this Jesus was always where it would start
The apostle Paul also knew this deep joy
speaking to the Philippians of Christ's comfort
seeking for his joy to be complete in them
coming from participation in Christ's court
The joy of knowing Christ Peter expressed
exhorting believers to experience this joy
which was inexpressible and filled with glory
so rejoice with lasting joy the real McCoy
(Verse 1 is based on
Psalm 4:7
You have put more joy in my heart than they have when their grain and wine abound.
Verse 2 is based on
John 15:11
These things I have spoken to you, that my joy may be in you, and that your joy may be full.
Verse 3 is based on
Philippians 2:1-2
So if there is any encouragement in Christ, any comfort from love, any participation in the Spirit, any affection and sympathy, complete my joy by being of the same mind, having the same love, being in full accord and of one mind.
Verse 4 is based on
1 Peter 1:8-9
Though you have not seen him, you love him. Though you do not now see him, you believe in him and rejoice with joy that is inexpressible and filled with glory, obtaining the outcome of your faith, the salvation of your souls.)
Celebrated is the freedom of youth,
But paralyzed I was by every move,
In my young mind I agonized,
Is this what my peers will approve?
In a suit and tie I was persistent,
By a taste of success made confident,
Yet hardly any doubt there was,
Blending in still paid a high dividend.
By and by, the children had grown,
After the coop they have duly flown,
In my soul soon began to stir
Seeds of discontent by duty sown.
I’ve done my part, I’d hear me say,
By the rules I will no longer play,
In every sunset is a reminder,
I can ill afford to wait another day.
Now wherever I stop I raise my tent,
With my better half I rove every land,
Under canopies of stars we sleep,
Asking each morn, if not now, when?
Head and heart we know; where is soul
Let’s find the truth; game’s hide and seek
Once we know, we play our true role
Blocking wasteful energy leak
First things first; know we’re strong, not weak
Soul’s living light, scriptures extol
Let’s go within, take a sneak peek
Head and heart we know; where is soul
We feel not joyful, feel not whole
We’ve dipped not in bliss, our heart’s beak
Seems we’ve drifted from our life’s goal
Let’s find the truth; game’s hide and seek
Dare to dance with love, cheek to cheek
To reclaim joy our ego stole
Nectar flows, drink from the bliss creek
Once we know, we play our true role
Lust has blackened our soul like coal
Awake! Time’s not now to be meek
Fill completely with love, heart’s hole
Blocking wasteful energy leak
Desire but makes our future bleak
So do as conscience does cajole
Love’s easy whilst fear speaks in Greek
Be bullied not by thoughts that troll
Head and heart we know
05-May-2023
you think it's easy
maybe your heart
doesn't bruise as quickly
maybe your mind
is a bastion of confidence
thick skinned indifference
maybe it's easier for you
could be true
As for me? Well…
I like to stay clear
"once bitten"....20 times as shy
the reason why?
it's not so easy for me
this survival thing, you see
takes a lot of hard work
and my heart is replete
with burdens and cares
my gut wrenched poetic wares
only incite unfeeling stares
the reader unaware
apathetic animosity
guised in hilarity
isn't for me...
No, it's not as easy for me
to pretend I don't care
when my soul I bare
so I don't dare
let anyone come back round
who has ground me into the ground
once before
well….not now
not anymore
it's not as easy for me
so just.....
just please….let it be.
Eileen Manassian
I see that you've returned to me
though I fought so hard to be rid of you
from the bottom of where hope didn't exist
to this point where you now live
You've made it so I can't explain
nobody seems to know you or the signs of you
there are no words that help define
the changes that you cause for me
They see me sleep beyond whats normal
they've seen me drink without concern
asking me what's wrong with you
but I can't tell them for I do not know
You are not my friend but I know you well
we've both been down this road before
you didn't win then and you will not now
I thought that you were done with me
The darkness you brought you bring again
and I promise to fight you once more
I have the tools and the medicines that I need
to combat the things you do to me
I know your here, I know your back
but you will soon be gone again
I pray for strength when your around
God knows that you don't belong here
I will be free from your powerful grip
for I know your name and I will fight
I will fight,I will win,I will be free
Free from you.... DEPRESSION
It wanes a soft, subtle ache; unrelenting, whispering in my ear just loud enough to remind me. As I pace, I pick up a book and thumb through the pages with undue concern. I glance again at the unwavering, uncaring time. Outside the children still play, the cars still buzz by; for they don't know that I'm here, and lonely. Where are the arms that will hold me when I'm 60 years of age? The longing gaze that tells me I am still meant to be here. This is not the grand solitude that I've always longed for. This isn't what the end was supposed to be. Where do I belong for the rest of my life? Not here, not now.
For if this is what loneliness feels like, I won't stay.