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Damp dark day out there
while the world in here is shining warm
as flames lick charring logs
and kettle sounds of glub glub glub arise from my kitchen
all comfort shrouded in terrycloth robe
the morning paper becons
with news about elections
news about rejections
news about confections
news about recollections....
and in this mystical world there is still peace and the enjoyment
of damp dark day mornings
Damp dark day out there
not going to work today and don't need an alibi
there is this tenderness with my canine companion who snuffles
against my shoulder
her long white fur smells air fresh
as my partner bursts into laughter that lifts our hearts up
we share the little beastie
much like parents do with their progeny-
and as she laughs
this damp dark day turns into a dry bright day
within me
so that even when it rains
rainbows can still be painted over the sunshine
of being human.
"Jamais vu" is a post hoc component of déjà vu.
Recurrent contact with similar people or view.
Always alike the first time, but many times over.
All of the people and places are odd, yet sober.
This morning, recollections cram my mind.
Does it remain or pass? It seems afar behind.
Déjà vu: night angels dancing in my head.
Is it a lack of faith or honest analysis instead?
Life shows itself via vision, déjà vu, and insight.
The soul is in charge of afterlife, restricting right.
mental serenity and unshakeable trust in fate.
Life is a lucid dream; there is no reason to wait.
Déjà vu can grab us unwary as it occurs swiftly.
a debate, an encounter, or just strolling shiftily.
It was similar to our memories in every way.
We're intrigued and curious over how to convey
Everything is preserved in the library of life.
On that spherical wavelength, there is strife.
They shielded us from start to finale as a gallery.
Save youth and lives daily despite this fallacy.
A depiction of our place in the universe
Alike time itself, space is on the rehearse.
Undying forever in membered space-time.
The passing of days evokes views and sublime
I've predicted brief fights with those around.
People on the street within realms of the ground
They often bear a route that intersects with mine.
I'm unable to find my head as I've been sipping wine.
to ascertain whether this is habit or insight.
Is there a hint, and is it tied to your lush sight?
Is it likely that I have lived this life before?
Wisdom is needed to read souls and more.
1st place contest winner
Written: February 14, 2023
Deja Vu Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Unseeking Seeker
In recollections-
of my life's journey, thus far
the tattered pages flutter
in my mind, snapshots . . .
black and white and color, drift-
faces, glimpses of places.
And I stand trembling-
as wind takes my tangled hair
I walk a green tree lined path
the birds are singing . . .
I open a rusty, gate-
holding, a dew wet red rose.
And I see your name-
like wings pages are floating
I want to run from this place
the weeping so loud . . .
it is ripping out my, heart-
turn, this page for I must leave.
________________________
July 19, 2016
Poetry/Choka/Pages In Time
Copyright Protected, ID 16-809-906-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Compose a Choka
sponsor, Janis Thompson
Sixth Place
Long and cold shadows embrace the earth, as darkness slowly settles down,
Soon there will appear corners where the light will no longer dare to enter,
And the river, covered in its autumn coat, will wear fallen leaves like a regal garment.
My walks grow shorter, their paths constricting,
Tightening into an ever-diminishing circumference around my home.
I feel a rush in the depths of my mind, an urgent need
To gather and store everything I can before being confined
To a narrow room.
I capture pieces of sky, floating reflections, silhouettes of trees,
Anything and everything that can fill my memory,
Creating a repository of recollections for my poems to savor
When I find myself locked
In a room of darkness, with no beyond.
With each step, I gaze at the sky in shades of gray and blue, absorbing the stillness
And melancholy that intertwine in the cool evening air,
Holding everything close to the soul, knowing that the winter of the mind approaches,
And there will be moments when the cut of light will seem like a distant dream.
I quicken my steps and my heartbeat, gathering images and sounds,
Like an alchemist transforming ephemeral moments into sacred gold,
A treasure for dark days, nourishment for the poems that seek to illuminate the darkness
With rays anchored in memory, wrapping each word
In fractured light, captured from autumn days.
Thus, I prepare for the time of isolation, when shadows will be my only friends,
And in the stillness of long nights, I will dance with the gathered memories,
Weaving the thread of thoughts with unfulfilled dreams,
And each step taken in darkness will be lit by the stars
I have collected in the days that have passed.
Forgive me not my dear
Even though apart feels like a tearing of flesh
And even now
Our hearts already lonely before we do apart
Let me walk away my love.
Some men are meant to journey alone.
True a lovely thing we had
But
Now before us is my mess of all our hopes
Pain is all I caused in the end
And
What of all awhile? Promises of a single lifetime spent together
Whispers spoken in the heat of passion
Always
Torn asunder, between loving me
And
Wanting to walk away.
With time I changed, did I not…………but
In the beginning did I ever deceive you?
Did I lead you on with lies?
Regrets is all we have now
Was I worth all that pain I caused, all your sacrifices?
Need I convince you to let me walk away my love.
To let me shy away with my shame
I'm no lover to abide
Move on and find your happiness with another
Maybe then my regrets will fade to old memories
And vague recollections.
We can build other hopes and dream on them if we dare.
Memories will with time perish,
Some as I write this verse
I shed off my memory with each tear I shed for us.
Doubtless some will recline with me in eternal slumber.
Forever cherished, a lifetime’s reminder of love
And Its high cost in heartache.
To stop you I will not try dear, I hurt you bad I know
I love you is not enough to answer for my crimes nor is it even a worth excuse
I of all people shouldn’t be the one to hurt but care and love
In all sincerity nothing justifies or redeems my actions to you
You do not deserve that sort of treatment
As you walk away please learn that from my mistakes
And whoever he is, out there …………….
I hope he treats you better
I love you dear
, I was tired, I was angry, I felt worthless
I tried talking to you but you weren’t really giving me the attention I needed at that moment
So when you …………………..it wasn’t all for you. It was for him and for life
I also am needy
I'm sorry because I really do love you and I hurt you the most and now I stand to lose you.
Form:
Hallelujah medical coverage reinstated!
Prior to the morning
of August 15th, 2019
this joker riddled and
judiciously hollerith,
punched with anxiety
approximately couple weeks earlier
prophetic notification
courtesy public assistance office
Norristown, Pennsylvania
wrought psyche asunder
worse news than plagued
with most pernicious disease
slack jawed rendered me
speechless, and breathless
jobless since...forever
debilitating social anxiety,
plus disabling panic attacks,
an unprovable conjecture
neurological behavioral malady
possibly evident in utero,
if fetal ultrasounds widespread
or hollow needle inserted
into the uterus
sampling amniotic fluid
luck of the draw
ex post facto
accentuated, kickstarted,
under_scored...
extreme tightly coiled tension
evident when ambulatory
evinced frequent rigidity
regarding physical movement
whereby boyhood self
tumbled down stairs
(this based on
anecdotal information),
yet earliest physiological
recollections bring to mind
never feeling relaxed poise
most always stiff movements
affected bodily actions
only as young adult
after experiencing
prolonged social withdrawal
friendlessness, emotional
detachment among family of origin
crippling bouts of
vertigo, racing heart
profuse perspiration
nausea... ad nauseum
eligibility qualified me
to receive social security disability
a congenital trait, I loathe
now more than ever
yes, blessedly grateful
to receive Medicare,
which status evaluated every year
mainly predicated on
increased finances, a
greater chance,
I get struck by lightning
versus garnering monetary windfall.
I’ve come back to that place
where bumbles bounce and blooms bedazzle -
a place that ought to be one of happy recollections,
for it is so pretty here. . . even now,
and the air so fragrant.
Despite its loveliness, the garden of this city park
can never more enchant me,
and the ruby bedazzlers that still reside here
I never can forgive for their betryal.
How innocently they all looked on as my dearest childhood friend –
pleased to lean in to inhale their petals’ sweet scent -
gasped upon receiving that sharp sudden sting.
Her face ballooned out, becoming nearly unrecognizable
as she struggled to breathe, but we both were unaware
of my darling friend’s most severe of allergies. . .
She fainted then, never to bounce back,
unlike those bumbles in the garden
where the blooms had so bedazzled her.
They bumble around even now, forever bouncing back
to remind me of that most dreadful of days.
Life without you seems so surreal, so unfair that you are no longer here,
yet I still feel your strong presence, smiling while shedding a tear.
Although you've gone, so many memories reflect through my mind,
in times of trouble, you were always there, treating me so kind.
The amazing times we shared, forever live within my heart.
Physically we are not together, but mentally we are never apart.
Constant reminders of your unique fragrance still linger in the air,
especially in your closet, still full of clothes you loved to wear.
Ringing of your unique and contagious laughter still rings within my ears,
I know many more recollections like these will last a zillion years.
A white dove visits often, reminding me of your angelic grace,
every time I look into the mirror, I see your beautiful face.
Thank you for being my guardian angel, for showing signs that you're around.
Until we meet again my dearest, my love for you will continue to abound.
In days or sorrow, you always soothed with words of sincerity.
Even after death our special bond will remain for eternity.
Silent One collaboration with Cecile MacFarlane
9 November 2020
Cecile Macfarlane, is a poet who has been on Poetry Soup for a while, but her busy, busy life prevents her from posting regularly. A very talented poet.
Please check out her poems.
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poems_poets/poems_by_poet.aspx?ID=14189
...and then darkness fell through a rocky bottom
of lost innocence in the light of waning truths
an aperture tore away the veil of discomfort
tranquil as if nothing had happened at all
shutters gathered speed at fast click
exposed a lens out of immanent focus
yearned for reflection and solutions
counted images’ framed encounters
a flash escaped a dew shield of tears
mounted a memory in black and white
fielded depth on the surface of images
transcended shades reason feelings
time warps of poignant recollections
rearranged an impermanent future
like poetry in constant motion
the photo knows no secrets ...
"I closed my mouth and spoke to you in a hundred silent ways" - Rumi
You were there and I was there
no one else to interrupt our silence
Closing my mouth, I inhaled deeply
the scent of your cologne
Intoxication - a sublime surrender of the sense
as I let my fingers trace the path my eyes had blazed
across your face
and you reciprocated, mirroring my touch
as your lips and fingers lighted
reverently on my cheeks, my eyes, my mouth
The thrill of new love
hung deliciously
in beauty’s hush around us
A hundred ways I must have touched your face
as a hundred kisses you were placing
up and down my neck
above and beneath my ear lobes
Silent shivers of anticipation made way at last
for the softness of your sweet mouth
on mine
Young love, so wondrous, so fresh -
you echo - silent still
in the caverns
of my fondest recollections