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Happiness is
I this what I wanted, writing for no one in particular
a few readers here and a few readers there
happiness is in what I cannot grasp.
I'm thankful for not becoming what I wanted to be
a falsehood, I tell myself, not being a painter
of Algarvian nature, not being the talk of the town
an easy person to talk to, invited to posh parties
I had a cafe, spent most of my time in the kitchen
hiding away from people
In Chester, I trained as an actor
but never entered the stage
ran away to the sea, which turned out to be my
luck met a beautiful girl in Honduras
Had I not fled, I would never have met this girl,
who lives in my memory, the acting dream was an introverted fantasy
The girl is a jewel in my cashless memory bank
Discontent has much going for it contentment means to be satisfied and not wanting more
Sweet is my melancholy has sustained and
kept my restless soul to look under stones and
find what I'm looking for, perhaps over the next
mountain, near a lake where undead anglers
float in silky silt.
I will steal their boat to where the river ends
and see my fame glow in colored light
for no reason at all, I will sing Jerusalem
will I then be happy or wish I were a painter
A master of the macabre and the night,
Whose somber verses chill the very bone,
He dipped his quill in shadows, dark and bright,
And gave the world a terror all its own.
With “Nevermore,” he etched eternal gloom,
A tortured soul in bleak despair confined;
His haunted tales still rise from out the tomb,
To stir the depths of every thinking mind.
A life of sorrow, lost in drink and pain,
He walked a path of melancholy deep;
Yet through his words, his spirit will remain,
While silent, restless, watchful sentries keep.
Though fate was cruel and life a bitter plea,
His dark domain endures eternally.
Unbeknownst tummy why, (around
about 2200 hours October 5th, 2018),
a slew of forgotten incidents quasi
lee linkedin, and questionably
nsync, though lightly browned
with Alfred Lord Tennyson's,
"The Charge of the
Light Brigade" - ("found"
via Google search), nonetheless,
said decades old reminiscences
and remembrances, viz
early father forcefully
came barging unstoppably,
and furiously galloping
out of the blue - painfully crowned
ning me noggin like
a crash test dummy
on the prowl akin
to a frenzied blood hound
tearing at light speed - unbound
(defying laws of physics) just now
forgotten instances I feebly
try to expound
inexplicably purportedly
buried in a “mound”
long forgotten everyday details,
when all my (deux than
young restless) children abound
did with limitless energy ground
me with fatigue as the world turned,
two beautiful hearts lovingly pound
ding with oblivious innocent bliss,
ah such ordinariness unwound
recollections roared back resound
ding lee - into my mind
with out a sound
re: collections long since past
suddenly didst rib bound
did (mainly, when thee and the Punim
spent time at playground
as young little girls),
who oft times found,
ye or Shana clamoring
for this dada to push
both of thee simultaneously
on the swing or merry-go-round,
or later on during that evening,
or another occasion found
the three of us
laughing (ho...ho...ho...) as we played
one or another round
of Mancala, Uno, Scrabble,
Sorry, (where this papa clowned
no matter, he got his game pieces round
lee sent homeward bound),
those supposedly forgotten
days of yore suddenly rumbling
within thy inner sanctum all mound
joyless deep under ground
came barreling thru my psyche
analogous to a class 5 hurricane
like gang busters
lashing out and drowned
at my whole being.
When my aged eyes come to close at last
Love's reflections will cause my soul to weep
With death so near I'll hold onto the past
And keep as proof of life before I sleep
To let the heart's flickering faces stay
A reminder of when horizon's fled
Ask not the tearful eye to look away
From pain so deep and worn to which I'm wed
To close my eyes and sleep with yesterday
With thoughts of every year in which I bled
The years of restless nights till' death will stay
To rest with me inside my tomb instead
These shadowed ghosts which kept my heart a slave
Will, sleep forever silent in my grave
1/22/21 contest Now I Lay Me Down To Sleep
From the Void of Unravelings
From the void of unravelings, the breath of my path was taken without a whisper,
as though I were unworthy of confession or of even a single drop of grace.
The way an unseen step across dead leaves won't trouble the sleep of the calm earth,
silent, I was left to lose myself in the restless echo of my own footsteps.
A thread of dust across a bridge of memories that melted without notice,
when I gave away my trust of my own free will, already knowing the ash that would follow.
And just as unexpectedly, I was left to drift in a desert without fire.
For now the ash has returned to me, standing guard, and in the brick of memory I no longer burn,
not even a single spark to make me embrace again the flame that rises from the deep.
What a paradox — I feel more anchored in the cold remnant of my own being
than in sweet and deceiving masks,
in the memories that once were my shield and are now a cradle of silence.
Only in the corolla of stars, where time sighs its veiled questions,
where torches of hope, the heart's own justice, drive away the dark deception.
With steps through the ruins of dreaming, I wandered beneath the motionless sky;
the altars that once burned become now altars of nothing, with a soul thirsting and begging for light.
In this crypt of the soul, to sit down is more sacred
than in the ephemeral that once flickered, wondrous and bright, but now false and foreign —
I make my peace with the mute remains, whose every whisper and sigh I know by heart.
Come, let us sing a song of equality and unity;
We seek a home of peace, pledging our lives to this vow.
Upon this restless earth, a flood of blood now surges;
War drums beat in every direction; corruption runs rampant everywhere.
There is no helmsman to guide us across this turbulent sea;
The nation, having lost its way, now bleeds and burns in agony.
The soul can no longer bear the searing pain of war's wounds;
Darkness shrouds every quarter; lamentation echoes all around.
Caste prejudice and malice—these are the forces that ravage the heart;
Neither the blue heavens above nor the vast oceans below find any solace.
Barrenness consumes the soul; the heart breaks in weeping;
Amidst the blasts of bombs and explosions, sleep eludes our eyes.
A tide of torment washes over us, filling the soul with dread;
Through every window drifts the ominous roar of impending cataclysm.
Will anyone answer the call of my pain and suffering?
Will anyone heed the yearning that seeks to breathe new life into this world?
This earth is enchanting—rich in beauty, color, and essence;
And amidst it all, know that men and women are its most precious jewels.
Adorned with flowers, fruits, rivers, and streams—she is fertile and lush;
A motherly savior, she cherishes her children with boundless love.
Why, then, do war and hatred plague every corner of the globe?
Why do people weave such webs of savage cruelty and violence?
As the Earth's weeping intensifies, her dam of endurance finally breaks;
Come, let us rush to her rescue today, steering our vessel against the tide of adversity.
Hand in hand, let us declare: no more war, no more hatred!
We seek only love and affection—no more the torment inflicted by foes.
Come, let us sing a song of equality and unity;
We seek a home of peace, pledging our lives to this vow.
At first glance, the sky felt close.
The air held still, like it was waiting.
You stood where the horizon broke.
Soft mornings, quiet beginnings.
Light spilling through open space.
Everything felt possible.
Feathers caught in your sleeves,
wind threading through your voice,
always reaching upward.
Stone beneath my feet,
roots tightening with every step.
I never learned to lift.
You spoke of distance,
of leaving the ground behind.
I counted what could be held.
Maps drawn in opposite directions,
yours without borders,
mine folding back on itself.
A restless sky,
a patient earth.
Neither willing to change.
Your shadow grew smaller,
mine stayed where it began.
We called that balance.
Always too soon to stay,
always too late to follow.
We kept missing the same moment.
Hands almost meeting,
then pulled by different forces.
Something unseen deciding.
You with wings half-open,
me with weight in my chest.
We tried anyway.
The wind answered you,
the ground answered me.
Neither answered us.
So you rose a little higher,
and I stayed where things remain.
We named it understanding.
No anger, no breaking.
Just distance settling in.
Quiet as it came.
Gravity held me steady,
your wings refused the stillness —
we were never meant to stay.
Turn Away Dreams
Up late
Full of yawning
That was yesterday's dawning
This is now just on rewind repeat
How I hate the hours without sleep
Late mornings, later moonless shadowed nights
Unreasonable enchanted soured tasteless delights
Unyieldingly nightmares commanding attention
How I loved them once, adventure interventions
Was it thrice and so long ago
I just don't know
The fires used to be fanning embers burning
Now they're restless again emptied yearnings
I do them blind without question
I've spent all my dimes in past reflection
Face it, turn swift away
Age is now mere contemplation of the day
Playing with Line Gautier Face It
8/8/19
As daylight slowly dissipates
an assembly of dark clouds gather
moist petrichor air lingers
burdened beneath its weight.
A restless sensation
pulses within me
I am alert and watchful
as I look expectantly
into the vast horizon.
In an instant, I view a flash
a white hot x-ray
a jagged razor of lightening
streaking across the sky.
Pregnant raindrops
pummel down from above
puncturing the dry landscape
satisfying soak starved plants.
The scene is brilliant and intense
as nature’s hidden anatomy
is revealed, and maybe a glimpse
of the heart and soul of heaven.
I can feel the earth reverberating
beneath my feet, shaking with joy
as if celebrating life
with a reckless abandon.
Brilliant sky scapes transform
minute by minute, as I witness
a living drama, a kaleidoscope
of heavenly halos
a masterpiece to behold.
As I watch with rapt attention
awestruck by the power and beauty
that surround me, I whisper
a prayer of quiet reverence
thanking God for His grand display.
Written on 2/14/2018
Just when twilight and dawn finally mesh
in the quiet passage of breaths released...
there in that moment, I witness
a thousand wishes dancing
through the shadows of my mind,
each and every one in the form of chiaroscuro
marked by restless eclipses black to white.
The yearning streaks of a journey
creating long and endless days
as season's rhythms cross the border
etched on zodiac whirls : a pathway dictated
by calibrated blows of a horn trilling spaces
in moments caught in the web of hours, to seize
glimpses held by ticks of banged pendulums.
I find myself wrapped tightly in spaces
that I can hardly breathe or pause--
when a traffic of former, present chapters
slices the glide offered by life
as chain-link of minutes quickly grinds
collecting people and milestones
along railways, while I desperately try
to escape the rising and falling by moon-sun,
endlessly bartering for more grace...
dear swinging time, you rob my " now"
through your eternal, impertinent ride.
Pendulum Of Time and Space Contest
Sponsor: Kai Michael Neumann
Re-Posted 5/24/2017