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I slowly detach, like ink seeping onto pages of lost memories,
like a song slowly fading from the mind that once swore it eternal,
everything begins gently—your name on my lips becomes a foreign echo,
your messages remain unread, not out of anger, but from fear of the unknown.
You place silence where questions once were, perhaps you don't notice how I fade,
or maybe you see and remain silent, letting me become a shadow in the corner of your eye,
this is the pain that burns quietly—not that I have scattered over time,
but that you watched me shrink in the silence between us, a dream drowned in forgetfulness.
Tell me, did you ever see the truth in my heart,
or was I already a phantom lost in my own story?
I melted like dew at sunrise in your days, a forgotten dream,
a whisper carried by the wind, lost in the void of memories that no longer matter.
I can remember as a kid a toy that was popular, that I had called trolls
They were funny little cavemen with colorful hair and eyes the glowed
It was the fad to collect them all and to trim and shape their funny hair
They were fun to style and show off their funny fashion flair
Once the fad was over, they became the subject of horror movies
Depicted as nasty, mischievous little demons that were loony
They were evil green looking monsters out to get revenge
A goal of taking over the world where goodness would end
Trolls now take on the latter meaning in today’s world
Lurking quietly and hidden until they come out unfurled
Slinging verbal attacks toward others that are vile and mean
Mainly cowards that are full of hot hair blowing off steam
Trolls can go away and back to their miserable lonely homes
Stay out of the limelight and stop throwing hurtful stones
Trolls best belong as memories of sweet childhood toys
Not cowardly beings out expressing hatred just to annoy
My mornings...
are not an exiting crescent moon
glowing high overhead,
preparing to retire
below a distant tree line silhouette
~~
Scattered footprints
in the glistening dew
on a lush lawn
still dreaming of the day before
~~
Cantaloupe skies tickling
a sleepy horizon,
restless in vivid ribbons
on a wide eyed sapphire canvas
~~
Yawning morning glories
climbing a silent fencepost,
standing guard in the shadows
of a stately oak
~~
Butterflies floating
on dawn’s cool breeze
quietly touching each blossom
in mosaic laced flight patterns
~~
Or the enchanting coo
of a stirring mourning dove
spreading its wings amidst
woven branched tapestries
~~
My mornings are always you,
surrendered in first blush beauty,
breathing of every sunrise’s promise,
awakening all that my heart desires
Good morning Soupers
She has a pair of subtle eyes to brood in forlorn,
the vile tale of heart rending cacophonic dissolution.
Those eyes were meek, never crude
to yearn the ties of proximity longed!
Those meek adorable eyes have endured
the absolute phases of reckless decimation:
have witnessed the brutal armageddon
of its plunderers desolation,
who have thwarted her genial expectations!
She has those mystic musing eyes
to impulse in pensive disposition,
an amiable abode of assured assertion,
to recreate the invisible affable bonding of elation;
a placid reciprocating ambience of virtuous relation:
has flair for the protection, the care, the infallible affection,
despite, those hands' propensity for imprudent desolation!
Those pair of sober eyes longed to thrive in composure and attention; in delectation,never in aversion!
Oh! what a horrific sight, with the axes in the hands,
the slayers and usurpers of its tranquil serenity
are waiting like sordid savages for her dire extinction!
Her latent moistened eyes are witnessing the march of those executioners:
are sobbing in utter horror and dismay,
cursing and shrieking quietly her non kinetic endeavours,
to conserve the sacred entity in virgin forests; pristine,
from the unscrupulous callous ventures of the predators.
She has those whimpering eyes to foresight;
to remind the dire repercussions
of dereliction of reckless deviations;
Are wailing and mourning in utter seclusion,
the ceaseless thumps of the usurpers' annihilation.
Those Pair of Latent Eyes are Nature's Eyes, neither vague, nor obscured:
silently screeching and watching,
the relentless heedless ravagers' devastations,
Not yet any restoration, despite beseeching imploration,
needless to predict, will reveal in various manifestations!
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vacant control tower hisses in static~
a Morse code signaling the absence of departing flights.
B-24s dissolve into prairie stars,
fuel streaks fading like old film burns.
Midnight mechanics still roll toolbox shadows
across tarmacs swallowed by Kansas crabgrass.
a windsock flaps—empty, always empty~
counting dead radio waves as prayer beads.
barracks hum with old Glenn Miller,
though the record needle’s been stuck for decades.
midnight taxi lights still trace the runway,
guiding no one home.
airfield ghosts wear leather bomber jackets,
not shrouds, sighing at how quietly war forgets.
To touch a tear that falls upon your heart
And feel the silent breath to which I'm wed
To know your love, caress its crumbled part
This broken dream a darkened path I dread
So dance with me before my body's bled
And cross the floor held tight between strong arms
With my need to see your smile with its charms
Tomorrow I will go, I'll not complain
As war has come to pluck and bring its harms
And bind our hearts so tight in final pain
To feel the gentle shimmer of your soul
You quietly move your hand to impart
As silent space between our eyes control
Leaves burning lasting image in my heart
In lighted dawn, I'll go when trains depart
And claim this painful sorrow I must add
To you my love, this dance a moment sad
To me, it's a memory's lasting cry
So dance with me as if your heart is glad
My eyes and lips will only say goodbye
As bombs explode and light the blackest night
I find your face to calm my darkest fear
In man-made holes, we crawl in troubled fight
When battle's hell and soldier's death is near
I try to hold my dance with you my dear
As bullets fragment in their deadly swarm
And men are hand to hand to let blood form
In scented war with visions to forget
Soldiers cry out a name in warring storm
My final breath expels from bayonet
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A door closes,
sometimes slowly and quietly,
sometimes with an angry fearful slam,
an exclaiming final point
against my fragile hoping soul.
As we mature
through many opening and closing doors,
we travel from WinWin infant instincts
through sometimes Win, sometimes Lose,
sometimes Open, sometimes Closed
patriarchal capitalistic doubt
about my individual competitive value,
moving on toward WiseElder confluence
of interdependent trans-regenerational doors,
webbed back and forth,
opening and closing retrospective
ego/eco-integrity inside/outside networks
inviting a reborn WinWin transcendent therapy
holistically fulfilling lifetime door opening strategies
of potential hope-filled integrity
for All of Us.
Doors opening polypaths toward internal peace
through restoring synergetic climate justice,
active democracy-optimizing health
of deep listening to learn
from both positive and negative humors,
door-keepers widely communicating in eco-logical voices
verbal and non-verbal and pre-verbal
health-hoping resilience,
creolizing political transubstantiation
of where we are most cooperatively knocking
seeking
investing.
Who we are
in our best health-wandering
wondering egocentric EarthLoyalist doorways
opening toward and for and with
each secular/sacred nutritional opportunity
humane/divine co-operating Left with Right
YangHere co-passioning YinNow
ego-strength loving eco-flowing doors
opening bilaterally alternative WinWin directive doors
erective windows
back and forth
up and down through original democratic memories,
images,
polypathic memes,
happy Open Sesames
into timelessly nutritious brightening light.
Another door opens,
sometimes slowly and quietly,
sometimes with an awesome terrifying YES!,
an exclaiming final point
within Earth's fragile hoping soul.
Imagine a world void of all hate
where we could disagree and shake hands.
Kindness would wash all grief while we wait,
politeness would be in high demand,
and dignity would, therefore, expand.
A world where rain washed age from our years
and sunshine brought youth instead of tears,
love would blossom midst flowering bend;
sounds of war dissolve along with fears,
and people of the world become friends.
Is peace a dream we will never reach?
are heartaches our only stepping stones?
Are we resigned to walk a lone beach?
Wind sails kites of promises we've sown
sound judgments we quietly disown.
But then, at end of a weary day,
as sun dances mid crimson display.
Shadows soften as planets align,
worries begin to dissipate, fray,
within a peace that nature designs.
March 2, 2023
For Word Challenge--an I word
by Constance La France
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There is no moon tonight
Yet romance dances in the quiet air
There is no sunlight...in which we can bask
But there is our incredible light
Shining in me for you
As if it were the first kiss
The first embrace
My God
You are upon me in an embrace
Your fore head touches mine and I know your love is true
Honest pure absolute
I know our love never ever lied
It was quiet when it needed to be quiet
But our love was like a flood
A cascading torrent
A magnificent fire
It engulfed me
Refused me
Owned me
But it also fed me...
Nurtured me...grew me like a flower or an herb
From seed
In this garden
Please take your time
All the time you need
I will wait quietly like a seed for your water to come
Joseph was a young man excited about life
A maiden named Mary was pledged to be his wife
But then he received news that he could not ignore
News that hurt and the community would deplore
Though they had not come together she was with child
This kind of shame would cause them both to be profiled
Being a good man he did not want to cause her pain
To force public disgrace, there was nothing to gain
I’ll quietly divorce her, he fretfully resolved
This will be better for all the parties involved
But as he was dreaming in the blackness of night
An angel appeared, spoke to him, and set things right
Take Mary as your wife, and do not be afraid
Years past the prophet spoke of a plan that was made
The child that grows in her is a gift from above
Wrought by the Holy Spirit, in eternal love
She is carrying in her womb a precious son
Through him for mankind abundant life will be won
You will call Him Jesus, a savior from heaven
In His powerful name God will stop sin’s leaven
Through His life and story God among us will live
By His atoning work He has much grace to give
So Joseph arose, as commanded, without delay
Took Mary as his wife, The Lord he did obey
Scripture said that from a virgin Christ would be born
To allow otherwise would create righteous scorn
So they refrained from sex until after the birth
Denying themselves the natural urgings of earth
When the time came there was born a child of great fame
God’s precious gift, a savior, Jesus was His name.