Long Outgrowing Poems
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Outgrowing without a goodbye
Is this what growing is?leaving everything behind over and over again,
I still wonder how many versions of myself I've outgrown without Noticing ,while sitting in the rain..
Old photos hung up in the wall ,
Staring at them quietly ,afraid if I felt too much I would fall..
The thoughts I used to carry ,the smiles I used to feel ,the dreams I used to chase,
Now ,are blatant memories I'm too afriad to erase..
I carried yesterday into today,
hoping the weight would fade away.
Strange ,how we live within ourselves,Yet never see,
The transformation-so subtle ,day by day free..
Do we ever long for the tunes of who we used to be?
No- we let them fade and decay silently..
It's only when we look back we realize,
How much of us have we shedded,
How much of us have we lived ,
We are nothing but many lives that lived under the same skin..
My suit of self-loathing no longer fits
The mirror of compassion tells me so
Years of bad-intentions held back growth
After a time, the length of my sleeves bind
I didn’t realize I’ve become over-sized
These angry pants are fit for a small child
How silly I look with cuffs choking wrists
How I’ve loved my painfully straight jacket
Like it or not, the right suit still waits
No one other than I can disrobe loathing
The best cloak is the one from the womb
It takes skill to unstitch a childish blazer
It takes care to unhem pants outgrown
It takes love to go out in my birthday suit
Let tatters of anxiety fall down the chute
Self-loathing keeps me from disrobing
But, I’m not ready to shed my suit yet
The manly scissors that cuts are too heavy
After self-loathing is bare understanding
Forgive the man unstitching childishness
Let go of short-comings without clinging
Take the macho suit off the rack with care
Try on that fitted suit made for just me
Wear it till love fills the over-sized space
Take it all off till nakedness feels nice
Matthew 24:18
"Whoever is in the field must not turn back to get his cloak."
I could know no Self
without an Other
We could have no Child
without an EarthMother
No Ego
without an Earth-bound EcoSystem
I could understand no male
linear formation dominantly prominent
without a co-responding female circling
inflowing/outgrowing concomitance
I could not know severance bipolar
of either/or discursive logic
without feeling round wombed dipolar
environmental both/and nurturing
spiraling positive reiteration
revolving rounds of communication
seasonally developing
ecological peak nurturing communion
I could not form
positive 1
if not for informing/outgoing
co-passionate bipartisan
co-invested bilateral
binomial duo-binary
not negative co-related
half full-out/empty-in 0.
In this blest childhood stature, may I stay
Savoring God’s goodness day after day
Cheerfully walking upon peaceful way
Basking under freedom, so purely gay.
With child*-like faith, I please my Christ today
Devoid of pretense along heaven’s ray
Verily trusting, while hope-propped to pray
Guarded by angels whenever I play.
Midst childish game, I fulfill roles’ array
A mom feeding dolls through flowery tray
Doctor nursing patients without delay
Teacher asserting between yea or nay.
As my child-star sparkle goes for display
I forsake shoes meant for graceful ballet
“Charity princess now serves you,” I say
Shining as light to those who go astray.
Allowing the child in me to sashay
I let myself frolic there on the bay
Learning enigmatic tones, shading gray
Singing, “Baby Jesus sleeps on the hay.”
Never outgrowing fave child toy of clay
My heart longs for parents’ love I can’t pay
Their molding nurture of caring bouquet
Keeps on wafting kindness-scent they did spray.
Now to the Lord --- my child spirit I lay
Always exploring as He drives fears away
Still advancing with faith from evil sway
“Praising You, Father” I’m blest to relay.
*Luke 18:17 Verily I say unto you, Whosoever shall not receive the kingdom of God as a little child shall in no wise enter therein.
September 8, 2021
3rd place, "Your Inner Child" Poetry Writing Premier Contest
Sponsored by Chantelle Anne Cooke; judged on 9/13/2021.
7th place, "Complete Singular Monorhyme - Rhyming End Words" Poetry Writing Premiere Contest
Sponsored by Hilo Poet; judged on 12/13/2025
Sealed by love’s fidelity to be forever sweethearts
Upheld as one flesh midst caring bond to the utmost
Never outgrowing honeymoon’s sweetness-nurture
Flourishing while blooming in passionate “I do” fulfilment---
Liberated hearts vanquish selfishness languishing
Optimizing warm togetherness around truth-mercy orb
Well-watered against ennui weariness and apathy-wilting
Ecstatically delighting each other sweetly with earnestness
Rejoicing* now in God's bliss, Dad and Mom’s radiance
Shines, while to me and siblings, their romance serenely stays.
*Philippians 1:26 That your rejoicing may be more abundant in Jesus Christ for me by my coming to you again.
May 25, 2021
2nd place, "Sunflower" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Malabika Ray Choudhury; judged on 5/31/2021.
Dear future self,
Right now I do not care what they think of me.
It feels like standing in the middle of a room and not flinching.
It feels like shedding a skin I was never meant to wear.
I hope you never put it back on.
I hope you never start performing again just to be digestible.
I already know the world can be cruel. I see it in the tiny betrayals,
in the softness people pretend to have, in the way love can disappear without a warning.
I don't romanticize it. I don't expect it to be fair, but I want something better for us anyways.
I want a life that feels chosen. I want depth without despair. I want love that doesn't feel like survival.
I want success that doesn't cost my soul.
As my friends and I drift into separate futures I hope I let them go with open hands.
I hope I never confuse outgrowing with abandonment.
I hope I wish them well without wishing I had stayed smaller to keep them close.
I wonder if you still see the world the way I do now -- darker, deeper, layered with meanings
people tend to walk past.
Do you still notice the silence between words?
Do you still sense when something is going to fall apart before it does?
I hope you've kept your depth.
I just hope it no longer feels like loneliness.
If the wold is still sharp, I hope you became sharper -- not in cruelty, but in clarity.
Stay deep, but don't drown.
Love yours truly,
Me
Basking in mirth’s pleasure from seizure’s test
striving boy blends well with Mom’s crooning voice
outgrowing not delights of lullabies
wafting joyous bonding blest wonderment.
Around gracious love-sealed partnership-zest
so oblivious of burdensome noise
candid son shows secrets, devoid of lies
through language Mom grasps in her discernment.
By sweet kiss of innocent caress’ best
dear tot greets Mom with his jubilant poise
acting serene, though spastic-angst defies
championing steadfast care merriment.
Mom does surmount nurturing challenges' height
midst thanksgiving bliss for special child's flight.
*2Corinthians 12:15 And I will very gladly spend and be spent for you; though the more abundantly I love you, the less I be loved.
May 4, 2021
Modified Hybronnet (three stanzas of four lines with ABCD-ABCD-ABCD rhyme scheme then a couplet with EE rhyme)
Syllables Per Line According to PS Syllable Counter:
10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
1st place, "ALL YOURS (May 14)" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 5/15/2021.
In black and white, I adore framing my inner thoughts, my worries, my wants and hopes… Words! a world of abiding renewal… a space of a bountiful solitude… a state of illusive freedom… a journey to the nowhere!
once nature bestirred
a smiling heart is echoed
great rapture bestowed
words! they have a world of their own! You build them, feed them on your feelings, your viewpoints and creed… As soon as they blossom and stand on their own feet, they escape your grip… They soar high and you just have to trace their wonders, listen to their fanning wings, gape at their outstanding performances while they are outgrowing your black and white frame and outshining your very thoughts.
Pounding of musings
awake is the wonder muse
the heart resonates.
Boundless power to free be
in trance, another soul be.
How dare you, words of mine, infringe the laws of the Haibun world?! Haven’t I told you?! I’m not responsible if a Haiku has expanded into a Tanka!
Have you forever come and gone
turning on your identity trail
to face a wall of YangFlame
dissonance?
Standing
and sitting
and sleeping
and Yang/Yin in-between
insideEgo and outsideEco known
inside as outgrowing
since ZeroZone Win secular seed
Won SacredBeginning
of bilateral BigBang Yang
recovering from LoseLose Zero
YinYin BiLateral Zone Time
This double-binding flame wall
aptic ashes in-between firestorms
your Ego identity loves WinComely
and sacred EcoBeLoved
of in-between Others
winning EarthTribe positivenergy,
AnimaMundi
Holy MatriarchalSpirit.
This dueling secularLeft-sacredRight wall
of co-redemptive Fire
between myself
and our ecojoy,
EarthTribe therapeutic shafts
of flame
restoring justice sunlight days
and peaceful starlit nights,
deducting DNA supremacy
as inducting RNA flowstreams,
nutritionally green
echoing off mineralized crystal rocks
harmonic revolving windfunnels
resonant thunderstorms of revolution
polypathic songs
of ringing newborn singing childhood
Imagining square dancers
of and for seasons
with lovely healthy reasons--
permaculturing operas.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2uqZhnqHMAg
The orchestra strains to be symphonic --- a bee in a tin box.
Cigar smoke thunders, molecules of sound wilt
only to be dialed up through brass lungs.
The combo is quaintly upholstered, a classic sports car
driven by Disney. Outmoded refrains gurgle.
We see the obsolete road ahead, feel the bumps,
the lack of shock absorbers.
The third piano concerto, the romance of the exile.
1940 is pulled from under its Perspex lid, served up
as fresh Prosciutto di Parma consumed in a diner
long derailed.
The mind warps eras, Michelangelo has gone Hollywood,
the 'Creation' sketched on a paper napkin.
Last notes.
Hands too large for tuxedoed minds, stamp
like rhapsodic elephants.
Percussive fingers slam-dunk ivory tusked themes,
Russian bells quake California.
Rolling vespers outgrowing each decade,
times now locked in a recovery CD millimeters thin.
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