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Some pretty eyes may wear glasses.
So, love too sadly always passes
Where we turn it into burning ashes,
But lovers may remind in flashes.
All feel no time as passing away
And sacred beauty, may return no more.
Some eyes he certainly met before,
Will try to see the dream and way.
Once departed, the verses from the stanza,
May not regain the perfume of the day
Nor that lost date with a lover alley,
In spite of merry hot extravaganza.
Desire hidden in the flute of bone,
But verses let not your soul be alone
In wishful thought and never known,
The same, this playful day is lasting one.
While tears try to change the horoscope,
The Noble Season dies; but, having hope,
Good man can smile to other scope:
Some hearts to Rubaiyat still slope.
My friend
My friend
where did you go
And how long
Have i been gone
where is the friend
Once i have known
The one that showed me
A friendship so strong
He opened his arms
His heart and his home
He was always there
To keep me from wrong
For years and years
I searched and i rome
Hunting for the friendship
Oh that i for long
lost now and all alone
No longer am I headstrong
Oh please my friend
I can no longer go on
Without you my friend
I just don't belong
We must rebuild unbreak
and rebend
The unbreakable Bond
Between two friends
This is my plea to make admends
Help me regain
The strength you infringed
In my heart and my soul
Help me refill the big gaping hole
So I may finally be once again whole
In your heart
Is where I belong
My friend
My friend
The memories still simmer
My friend
My friend
Do you remember
The Friend in Me
Once you have known
Softly, tears falling, gentle pearls
From the oyster of life,
Where the heart dances and twirls,
Leaving traces of her light,
Softly, tears falling, in silent swirls.
Quietly, tears tumbling, erasing desires,
From the senses, the promise
Hopes who listen to the heart’s fires,
Leaving reflections of her smile,
Displayed in the light who life requires.
Kindly, tears flowing, despairing of potential,
From the meaning of a kindness,
Where we remember, the only true essential,
Is the Presence of the Savior,
The One who makes a way to the influential.
Purposefully, tears remind our broken heart,
From the senses, flows a meaning,
Healing the spirit with the tears, a fresh start,
From the moment when the tears end,
And, the light begins to transcend, like art.
Gradually, all our tears will disappear,
From our lives, leaving us feeling surreal,
Like we’re the ones who overcame – we can cheer,
Feeling reassured and like we’re empowered,
By the joy that comes from knowing tears we won’t fear…
Because God has soothed away our pain,
Left us reassured, with our whole life to regain,
Overcoming the worst thunder and rain,
Thankful and blessed, God will forever remain,
The reason we’re hopeful, the real reason we’re sane!
When a heart cries, leaving shadows in our eyes,
There is One who abides, with love we can’t disguise,
Love that decides – forever, beyond the blue skies,
He offers us the Comforter who always supplies…
The heart, soul and spirit – with love that gives me butterflies….
Love that is alive, wiping away each tear I cry
Sound so softly yet audible enough to hear
The spectrum of words echoing between each ear
The voice gone unheard yet heard perfectly clear
Something within you now has become full of fear
When the little hairs stand up straight in attention
The mind automatically goes into a mode of prevention
As the evil lurks around you ponder its intention
Lost within the abuse of all the words never mentioned
The stomach muscles tighten as the panic starts to arise
Calm down the inner sickness, deep breath, shallow sighs
Fighting to regain control as your anxiety slowly dies
Clarifying the truth out of the sound that whispered lies
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I’ve known those who say they’ll be there,
until it matters when they just don’t care,
And you realise they use you
Like you for what you do
Under the illusion
they do the same too
They let you down
aren’t around
when It’s your celebration
But when it’s their day
they have expectation
You give time and attention
help them regain direction
But when you’re in need
they find a deflection
They feed ego, they lie and let down
they are weak and feeble they are a clown
They’ll make you bad
so they can look good
They’re quick to get mad
Gloat as Robin Hood
They are inflicting
Then play the victim
They do little for others
But are always owed favours
They tell you a fact
They were your savour
But they give no time
Just them on their mind
There is a coldness inside
When you look in their eyes
Tell blatant excuses
Use you for your uses
I’ve known many people
That are called losers
I. Creation
Before the troubles of the world infect the soul
The magic of imagination creates a womb
Devoid of torment, pain, and stress. Rainforests,
Jungles, beaches, other worlds of elation where
You are always the victor in battle, the one
Who finds true love, alpha and omega. Never
Landing in withered trees or dead grass, only
Strong trunks and rolling plains, an ocean
Of stars, a blanket while lying comfy on
Palm fronds floating down calm dreamy
Rivulets of turquoise streams. Locomotives
Wind down vast forest covered country sides
Their tracks gliding to the warm earthy
Humming sound only they can make.
Only now with danger, inherent only to your peaceful fire
Bring you to this happy place, a place desired.
II. A Home all Your Own
In the world of yesterdays and tomorrows
And days lost in the gyre of solstices we
Create a world unto ourselves. Paradises
Lost to the antiquity of children trapped
Inside their adult armor. Lies tipped with
Poison seep into the wells of being, melting
The oil from the canvas’ that dreams are painted on.
Cheap reminiscences flash through tattered wafting
Curtains. Nightmare doppelgangers wait in quarries
of fire breathing mountain giants laying siege to
Rapture found in a good escape. Chemical
Demons like iron maidens brandishing your
Favorite drugs, syringes close in creating
An eerie starry night
To you alone
In a home all your own.
III. Repent to your inner child
To regain a solid footing on the gun deck
Of the warship you’re riding in the flotsam,
Hearken lessons from the playground,
The bruises, nicks, and cuts proudly earned
Ensure the necessary skills are acquired
To embark on adventures of the body.
Hiding in shrouds like an angel
White egret with horsehair-like crests and
Misty wings is the caged fury of joy, her
Wings mightier, beak stronger, eyes sharper
And love unabated from years unvisited.
Swelling seas are sailed, reefs can’t breach
A flying draft when joy carries her burden
Aloft. Hair amber and aflame in the setting sun
Amidst a new sea of clouds, only anchor
In a child’s heart when the dream fades
And the soul returns among the shades.
Form:
Like fallen warriors,
we collapse side by side,
glistening in the sweaty afterglow.
Limbs still entangled,
too exhausted to sing the other’s praise,
we stare at the blades of the bedroom fan
slowly circling above.
A lone,
satisfying sigh
escapes in between your deep,
cleansing breathes.
Your smile
reflects in the brass, ball base
of the rotating fan.
I smile in return,
unable to rescue my gaze
from the fan
cooling off our steaming bodies.
Slowly,
your right hand moves;
fingers entangle with those on my left.
I still taste you on my lips.
I silently laugh to myself
upon the realization that I still have one sock on;
the other dangling on the end of a fan blade.
The remainder of our clothes
strewn around the room
as if the hamper had exploded.
Your brassiere
ruined when I removed it
with my teeth.
Beads of sweat roll down my thigh
where our legs remain interlocked –
I love the smooth contrast of your skin
against my sun dried legs.
The ever so slight breeze
created by the fan
is starting to dry our exposed skin
as we slowly regain strength.
The circling blades hypnotize.
The subtle,
rhythmic hum
from the fan motor
mixes with the recent memory
of the rhythmic dance
just concluded.
Your hand,
now lightly brushing against me,
is re-energizing my engine.
Slight,
involuntary movements
near your finger tips
indicate our dance may not yet be over.
I blink
to interrupt my transfixed,
mesmerized relationship
with the ceiling fan,
so I can once again
concentrate on you.
Energy restored –
as if pumped back into our souls
by the bedroom fan –
the warriors re-engage
in battle once again.
A battle in which
each warrior wins.
Protective Lyricism for the Ages Part Two
Martin Luther King creating a path to dessimate discrimination
An angel earning his wings from an epiphany of prophetic elation
Listening to Ella Fitzgerald sing while learning a litany of biblical quotations
Acknowledging what the accomplished man can bring to the depth of your insight and notations
Reflection on the history of mankind and the human race
Detection of the mystery of the refined acquisition of Heavenly Grace
Invention of the symphony that defined its own musical place
Prevention of the epiphany in the name of the legitimate corruption that we all must face
Culture and thought, revolution and resistance
Vultures distraught at the economic powers inability to accept difference
Subcultures contort beneath the robotic clandestine inference
As agriculture evades the poisonous attempts to regain universal prominence
Can you remain content to wipe the tears from a broken child’s eyes?
Will you refrain to vent when confronted with the fears of a vulnerable persons cries?
Will you remain content and resolute when presented with categorical lies?
Can you see through a charlottan selling snake oil and prevent him from orchestrating further demise?
Stand tall among the uncertainty and the acrimony and defeat
Create a call for continuity as the less evolved struggle to compete
Lauren Bacall and her comical purity as her timing is complete
Lucifers fall from heaven that remains spiritually almost now obsolete
As the heightened notions of virtue overcome the notions of hell
And the frightened invocations of servitude become commotions for the brave to tell
While the enlightened devotions of gratitude arise from the men who initially fell
The power rises above the certitude of any humanly epiphany or spell
Embrace the new creations of progressive thought in actions
Face the few negative connotations of suggestive criticism of your exactions
Replace the two imitations of corrective empiricism of your protractions
Disgrace the blue intonations of all defective invitations to celebrate protective lyricism that requires astute observations
The End
Copywright Elizabeth Moroz 2023
Mamma, what a lovely angel you are
Before I came into this world you carried
Me for nine gruelling months,
Morning sickness and throw-ups
Is what I gave when you conceived me
And innumerable kicks from within
Unmindful of your pain
You prayed for my well-being
When you gave birth to me
You weren’t spared excruciating pain
You took that in your stride to give me life
Those were the happiest moments in life for you
Moments you had already experienced twice
But that did not diminish your thrill of
Becoming a mother all over again
You wanted a girl, I came along,
And you took that stoically
After two boys, you were justified
In wanting a girl
But that did not diminish
your love for me
I was left bereft of a sister and
blamed you
Inwardly, foolishly,
for not giving one to me
In my infancy, I made life
difficult and tiring for you
You took that as a challenge
and gave me the best childhood
a child could ever get
Yet, which child is satisfied,
I asked for the moon
In my growing days, you were
my source of boundless energy
Yet in my failures,
I always took refuge
in blaming you for my lethargy
You took my selfish behaviour
with a wry smile
And put it away assuming it was
an adolescent’s innocent guile
It was not as if you pampered me
and didn’t spare the rod
Whenever you felt matters were
getting out of hand
You took control and spanked me
to show who’s boss
And when I sulked, you smiled
and offered me candyfloss
As a young adult, I began
to understand your sacrifices
How dame luck connives
and throws life’s unfair dice
You helped me conquer
my every weakness with flair
And taught me the value of
dealing with people fair
You were always there when
I needed you the most
Now, that you are not there
I feel inadequate and lost
I am learning to live and cope
like a hapless child again
Hoping time heals and I shall
my confidence regain
Mamma, I salute you
For the way you restrained
And sustained me.
May your soul rest in peace.
Now engulfed by silence, with my thoughts must I contend
trying to avoid the abyss, a state of loneliness to descend
being in touch with my feelings, I have become confined
thinking to escape, despite being directionless and blind
The days bring disappointments, with weeks fleeting hope
feeling you're at that point of no return, you just can't cope
yet, happy memories break that spell, in time wounds heal
constantly keeping yourself occupied, thinking you can deal
Regain your emotional stability, and recognize this very power
healing starts from within, so don't retreat from your ivory tower
the human mind has an endless light, where happiness is found
leading you toward a deeper understanding, this life is profound
Don't drown in the waters of silence, your mind brings you there
it creates images of fear, trapping you, your subconscious snare
find a friend in whom you can trust, and share your pain and fear
you'll then unburden your heart, knowing that someone does care
At times silence can be beneficial, when kept under your control
but if it causes your mind to become delusional, it will take a toll
silence breeds independence, so you can make it work for you
it resides in a world of its own; you don't have to be a who's who
So take advantage of this internal silence, a catalyst to achieve
exile yourself to its sanctuary, in its power you've got to believe
light is mere reflection, it is silence which you will ultimately see
it alone will enable you to find happiness, your true spiritual key