Long Restrictions Poems
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No more battles with the birds,
When a strawberry I desire,
No more pulling out the weeds,
And replacing them with wire,
Pushed flat by the smarter birds,
To get what they desire.
Now I laugh at the birds
As I watch the weeds grow higher,
So even the smarter birds,
No longer get the strawberries they so desire,
That are now hidden by the weeds,
Ready for me to pick whenever I desire.
No more birds,
No more wire,
I don't even have to worry about water restrictions,
As the weeds give the strawberries the water they desire,
With no wire, I now have funds,
To buy cream to make heavenly what I desire.
I see us on that yatch in Italy,
away from home and our realities
and it's just us two.
A beautiful sunset,
me in that summer dress you bought me but I never wore.
Your arms wrapped around my waist
embracing a gift we blissfully captured, that moment.
A place we can allow ourselves to love each other with no restrictions or ties,
Where better is you.
Where you make love to me
lay a seed of your love in me and I carry it within the waters of my womb.
So when you are gone and not mine to keep anymore
I can still feel the breeze of the our love pass through my bones
butterflies that fill my stomach when thoughts of you visit me back at home.
"Do we impose restrictions on painters as to what colors they may use, and how many brush strokes they may apply? " ~~The poet~~
My cognitive mind is speeding faster than I can record.
They meld into one, all the stories that I have stored.
My muse throwing phrases at me that I can’t be reading.
Faster than I can record, my cognitive mind is speeding.
My passion is full force, it has declared it will not be tamed.
I debate ad nauseum about the scope at which I aimed.
My words thrown down in supplication, for a source.
It has declared it will not be tamed, my passion is full force.
I decline to be bathed in abject defeat, I intend to break free.
My endeavor isn’t dead, intellect serves as a panacea for me
My muse and I must find impassioned advocacy to meet.
I intend to break free, I decline to be bathed in abject defeat.
The solution I submit, it will be extraordinary and unconventional.
A dramatic escape from all restrictions unintentional.
My salvation will depend on breaking free with no desire to quit.
It will be extraordinary and unconventional, the solution I submit.
Walking up uneven sidewalks—
up cracked little hills of pavement,
past dingy apartments
gliding through trailer parks—
rough rails and low fences
skidding my fingertips—
reaching the dampened street.
Through an empty crosswalk
where children once would
wait to pass—
vigilant cross guards leading
laughing kids to safety.
Staring ahead at navy-blue walls
once where gathering peers chattered,
beholding the path ahead through the
towering gate—
my heart flutters in
fearful bittersweet.
I wander through those familiar
school gates now darkened—
glaring in the dead of night.
“Go home,” it warns,
as I pass—wiry wind behind me
rattling the black metal
openings.
“It’s dark out here.”
No voices…
No teachers…
No students…
No faculty…
No giggling…
No taunts…
No lunch lines…
No time-outs…
No tardy slips…
No restrictions tonight—
but there is trash from yesterday
splayed along the wet grounds—
midnight rain ceasing.
Do I feel exhilaration
or shame walking through
this graveyard of academia?
What am I learning in this
strange silence?
I try not to recall
the dead black cat wedged
in a crevice of split concrete,
located in a locked, gated corner
past the large, muddy PE field.
I used to play there.
I would gaze through that locked gate,
terrified of what I would see—
but it was empty
Then.
Now,
near the edge of school grounds,
I hear her hiss from where I stand,
as if she is warning me.
I would hate to be
locked up into your dark corner—
destined to gaze up lifeless
at an unforgiving night sky—
destined to exist lonely
amongst the screams,
coaches’ whistles and laughter
from oblivious children and teachers.
In my wildest dreams,
I hold endless keys to locked gates—
filled with ends and hard truths
most will fight to forget.
She taught me something
that makes my blood grow cold:
there is far more to learn now
than ever before—
beyond these school borders.
Acceptance
These eyes of mine are opening - slowly closing on the dreams
I have woven, – dreams of hope and happiness, it now seems,
are coming to an end, just like this summer of glorious elations.
I feel there is nothing more – no reason for further expectations
as I feel you slipping back – to what once was – into the shadows.
I cherish summers joy, it’s pleasure – lost ?, where ?, - who knows.
I feel – for you – I hold no intrigue, no fascination,
no passion, no attraction, no inspiration
– so many restrictions, so many contradictions –
flows from these waters deep, for the one I know not.
I do still – even though I know – want to give all I got
to you – evenings filled with the most beautiful sun sets
this old world has ever known, a world without the frets
that come in twilight hours, in the darkest of nights,
during the midnight hour, in early mornings lights,
all those hues painted across the face of dawn,
colours one can bring into your life, brightly shone
upon your heart, your soul and into your spirit.
Under rainbow coloured skies, with you I’d love to sit.
Love Bill .
B. J. “A ” 2
November 16th 2006
It's been difficult for us all
Being restricted isn't cool
Especially for children
Who would rather be at school
You can do this
But you can't do that
You can't touch or cuddle
Or even pat
The dog looks grumpy
The cat forlorn
Dad's in the garden
Mowing the lawn
Mum's in the kitchen
Baking away
It seems since the pandemic
She's baked every day
The kids are getting bored
With all their indoor games
They have started to call
Each other rude names
Mum is horrified
Dad is amused
That was short-lived
The telly blew a fuse
"Why can't we have the telly on,
It's all gone black."
Mum went very pale and wan
And fell on her back
The baby started screaming
She needed her bottle
Dad took a long look round
To find something to throttle
Mum recovered
From her touch of vapours
Dad started to tidy up
The toys and the papers
The kids resumed their fighting
One accidentally thrust his knee
Smack, Bang, Wallop
Whacking the blank TV
Suddenly another noise
A very different sound
The children, both girls and boys
Got up off the ground
Dad smiled at Mum
She smiled back at Dad with glee
Miracle of Miracles
On came the TV
Autumn arrives again with release from summers heat
The world is yet turning to tease the atmosphere
The love of our Saviour expressed in little tones of joy
The Morning breeze the wind Autumn arrives again
Faithful and on time moving as it be
Free of restrictions
It just is
What it is not Winter brut voice nor the
awaking springtime rebirth
Nor summertime picnics with joy love andmostly heat
So we salute the seasons be created for he said
For the mountains shall depart and the hills be removed
but my kindness shall not depart from thee neither shall the
covenant of my peace be removed saith the Lord the one that
have mercy on thee
So now Autumn springs forth another open door
The authors and their associates wish to offer an enthusiastic round of applause to The Bywater Bone Boys Social Aid and Pleasure Club for their gracious hospitality and inspirational charm.
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There was a time long ago
which my mind cannot go
I was born that I know
what happened next it's a no no
These days and months afterwards
are all just a blank
there I was with no parents
just me myself with no rank
For these long six weeks
before adoption rescued me
if I knew my mindful state
it was most difficult to see
This period surely was hard
not knowing what life would come
everything was freely unknown
of what this lad's life would it become?
At six weeks of age adoption came
a couple wanted me as a son
despite my stammer with it's restrictions
life became a story yet to be done
Every time I put restrictions on you,
You get upset
You feel I don't have confidence in you,
In your capacity to handle situations
I don't realise that you are grown up...
But that's not the case!
I have seen world longer than you
Looks are often deceptive, that's the shocking truth
Thefts, murder, rape, kidnapping are all very much prevalent
You may think I have negative attitude
But where there is true love, concern automatically comes.
If only you knew what all fears roam around in my mind every time you are late
If only you knew how many times I die every time you don't pick up your phone
If only you understood my concern for your well-being
If only you realised how valuable you are to me...
If only you knew why I am doing whatever I am doing,
you will understand and appreciate my actions.
So I wrote this for you
Always preserve in mind
You are precious to me, verily my life
If anything happens to you
I will never be able to forgive myself
Date: 10/24/2020