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A Lonely World
Married twice, does that sound nice? Am I now a scarlet or a heretic?
Full of rhetorical questions, and left alone in a world so cruel.
Oh, how you played me like the fool.
We hurt one another , we did so twice, do you think that sounds nice?
A complicated world, full of so much confusion, longing for a deeper meaning in the name of life.
We question God, and run back to him for answers, only to forget faith and hope in a restless world.
I like to be still, feel the wind, smell my surroundings, soak in the earth, know a love that will never depart.
A kind of unconditional yet passionate love that I once shared.
As the world is so lonely; no-one seems to care.
I played your queen; you were the king , a game of chess for the political class of unrighteous blasphemy on both sides.
A Romeo and Juliet story, full of love and hate, and in eternity they live together once again in peace.
Lovers reuniting once again, until the day she awaits her lovers reprise.
No, not a scarlet don’t brand me like so. I once was a princess with Romeo in hand, we played together so well like an old cover band.
Like Hank Williams Senior and his country song blues, his broken back, and gambling too.
Forlorn as a withering rose,
The years in every wrinkle etched.
A crippling frame, head to toes,
Ramshackle porch to match.
An old man, rocks back and forth,
Staring steadfastly into the eve,
His ailing years of little worth,
The sublime sunset a mere reprieve.
Contemplating a life well worn,
Exuberant youth a distant past.
His aches forged through duties sworn,
A life succinctly fading fast.
Resigned, fulfilled with aching heart,
A partner lost this past ten year.
Far too many years apart,
Engrained in each and every tear.
The sun cascades on wind torn porch
A silence echoing the fact,
That embers of his dying torch
Will fulfil a reuniting pact.
Wishing herself away
She
spirals herself on ceramic to the height of childhood,
reuniting each extension of her being to simple oneness
to challenge the chaos in her mind.
Familiar figures outside the room shape themselves with concern,
but her crowded thoughts
cannot understand a silhouette;
she knows its lack of attention to detail.
Her lungs fill with steamy air and release in heavy sigh
around her favorite position:
She
feels safe in the warm pockets of her limbs, blanketing her heart from the chill of
truth beyond the room.
A fleeting urge to unfurl flies by,
as she hears the bathroom tile pleading to end
the smack of rumblings from her toes:
but she resists,
knows enough
not to anger a nerve’s anxiety.
Curls droop anxiously over her knees,
eager to be straightened to some sense of sanity,
but she brushes them away from the moistness on flushed skin:
figures they’ll only frizz with failure
alongside her own objectives…
At this moment,
She owns the serenity of ease
seemingly unnoticeable
to others performing worry beyond the door.
Oh the moment to hold and not let go!
The fear of greeting her fate outside….
But
The sanctity of her thighs cannot warm
the length of her body beyond a moment;
the tears from her eyes never completely drown
the sight of confusion;
the locks of hair are never opaque enough
to shield the brash smirks
of ultraviolet light;
and the arch of her frame eventually must cease
its primitive beauty…
All, sadly,
in overwhelming acceptance
of her non literal position.
We lose loved ones friends enemies. The impact of the heart of that lost one is felt like a ripple in a pond. Love and loss is part of the natural order. It's internment, it's reuniting, it's grief and happiness. The thought of living with an emptiness a hollow spot inside our hearts and mind. It's the seed of hope as well as the seed of doubt. The hope that they are in a better state a better place without pain and suffering. And the doubt that we will ever be the same now that their gone. But time moves forward but there are wounds time can't heal. So we celebrate while we are here and when we go we celebrate life just the same.
THAT I MAY REST IN PEACE
As I sat calmly under the tent
Even though we don't know who's next
But the deceased had left
But the memories are in our hearts in bold crest
Saw young and old dressed in black to mourn the dead.
Without call the dead has brought under same canopy both friends and fiends
Just to pay last respect to the life that hit untimely end
Everyone running errands the dead never sent them
Old friends reuniting while new enmity igniting
Friends and folks from far and wide
Here they are wining and dining .
Lemme make a call to my friends and enemies
I've got a life now worth living
Even when I don't plan early exit but who knows when it will be time for leaving
Share no souvenirs after earthing me when you can gimme me gift in my happy days
Save the black wear for another, rather take a colourful pictures with me while still here
Call me out for drinks and never wait till my breath is on the brink
Call me to report me to me maybe we can trash our issues
Rather than lie to the world when I already know the truth in my grave
Temme you hate me to my face before you tell me to rest in peace after my demise
Bring milk to my seek bed before you fight for meat at my after internment party.
Gimme me cake on my birthday before you fake your cry on my burial day
Make a party for me when I can join to dance and not when I'm earthed six feet below
I'd rather have you be late to my party than being an organizer when I'm called late
Shower the love and praises on me while i am alive
Not the encomiums heaped upon my grave
Temme my errors now before I cross to the land of horrors
Where your deeds are shown before me in a mirror
Let my picture grace your phone with kisses and not with hisses and disses when I'm deceased
Do these for me with you I plead
All these I plead with my heart from thee
Just that I may rest in peace in my after life.
(CONCEPTUAL FM ???)
I picked the ball lock
got them back
at least for the day
went outside….alone
performed some unsupervised
“manly” work.
They had that familiar feel
of old friends …
reuniting on the playground
dancing merrily to a shared rhythm.
Oh, the thrill of it!
The sashayed sway,
subtly drawing up
in a cold breeze,
the tightness of the
fight or flight tremor,
love’s memory
stiffening on the whim
of fancied fantasy.
DAMN!!!!
The grass is cut
hedges trimmed
thorny roses pruned
the smell of earth and sun and joy
unfiltered through a mask.
Just another day outside
With the boys.
John G. Lawless
©8/10/2021
“Know all instruments of perception to be like ethereal space. Know all objects of perception to be like ethereal space. Know this pure One as neither bound nor free. I am the nectar of Knowledge, homogeneous Existence, like the sky.”
To play a game, we frame some rules,
which repeated practice then schools
but in truth we are always free,
when we see bondage is for fools.
Our luminous Self is carefree,
yet dons form for a jamboree,
in the matrix of time and space,
as a leaf bound to the mind tree.
Our origin we may retrace,
in tranquil silence, by God’s grace,
to whose presence we are threaded,
known when we slow down our thoughts pace.
Oh hermit, where are we headed,
amidst demons who are dreaded,
as dream forms we have created,
to whom we seem to be wedded?
When we wake up, as is fated,
all darkness is decimated,
whence on reuniting with source,
our freedom is celebrated.
Ceasing striving, using no force,
we can choose to shift our life’s course,
by power of bilocation,
when ego cravings we divorce.
In rippleless meditation,
in the vast void of cessation,
animating our attention,
we entwine with God’s creation.
It seems like yesterday, that God took you away,
To a far better place, some would say.
Where living is easy, and always pain free,
A place that we all hope to someday be.
But here on earth, we all still miss,
The warmth of your smile, a hug or a kiss.
How you loved all animals, until the day you died,
And your jokes were so funny, we laughed till we cried.
You had a kind gentle nature, with a heart made of gold,
I know when God made you, He broke the mold.
You were the one we ran to, and could always confide,
And get great advice, and feel better inside.
We still miss you each day, our dear sweet Dad,
Yes, we remember the good times, but still feel sad.
We will see you again, and what joy it will be,
Reuniting in heaven, with the whole family.
-Mary Waldeck
wabi-sabi stains, etched upon our soul
characterise struggles, that make us whole
vanishing ink cognised by inner eye
that with feet on ground, we reach for the sky
reuniting with source, our earth life goal
stepping lightly along the pathless path
each moment in time, a holy sabbath
we relinquish control through surrender
embracing life, like a child in wonder
fearing no longer, destiny spawned wrath
wheel of time displays, our footprints on sand
then, as now, we walk with God, hand in hand
30-April-2021
(syllabic rhyme)
"Footprints" Old or New for a Prize Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Carolyn Devonshire
Reuniting with old friends is always lots of fun,
Because it’s been years since we’ve seen each other.
Back at the ballpark again for baseball in the sun
Swapping stories about our new lives as mothers.
It’s hard to believe so many years have gone by,
Yet, we all still look the same…well, almost the same.
We should keep in touch, even if it’s just to say, “Hi,”
And meet once a year to see Mike and Pattie at the game.
Although we live in different parts of the country,
I’m glad we all made it to our little gathering.
This get together means so very much to me
And the fact you all call me your friend is flattering.
So, as the weekend begins to come to an end,
I want you to know that I’ve enjoyed it very much.
Reminiscing about the old days with my friends
Keeps me young at heart…and it’s that heart you’ve all touched.