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Do you remember us
When once we lived amidst this great field of consciousness
do you remember how we were
how in harmonic flow we perceived
and in this our loving connection
we praised, our gratitude, the appreciation
this was our worship
for all of your creation
Do you miss us
Do you miss our voice, our laughter and joy
our celebration
the soaring music of our daily dance
do you wonder where lost we are
do you miss the artful beauty of human life
as in creativity it sought to enhance
this grand scope gifted of you
the intelligence of harmony
the knowing of unity
Do you remember us when we were
For now our voice cries only sorrow and loss
in the horrors of wars and economic gods
we perceive now only struggle and only live for survival
narrowed in the constraints of hope and its desperate tunnel
yet no longer friend but enemy to everyone
upon the ritual of stamping boots
as it blends or misbegotten kinship
Do you not miss our love
Do you wonder where we have gone
Into a silence of disconnected
while our now tiny voice weeps
and no longer echoes through the stars and centuries
we bow our heads in prisons and have come to be
the lonely forgotten children
who once held the inspiration of dreams
now merely to praise an aberration
Is this truly what you wish from us
to be so isolated
so divorced from the fanfare of life
so roughshod in our approach
so unaware of the miraculous
is it to be so for us to be
for us to be so oblivious of you
and so senseless of ourselves
to have reached this cul-de-sac
to have come to this stunted evolution
If then this is what you desire
I must to your design I yield
but with this cognizance you have granted
I must speak my mind, from my heart and soul
ask you
why such a terrible waste
why should such a human tragedy to befall
when once we lived amidst this great field of consciousness
do you remember how we were
how in harmonic flow we perceived
and in this our loving connection
we praised, our gratitude, the appreciation
it was all our worship then
for all of your creation
Do you remember us
Do you miss us
Do you wonder where we have gone
The path led to rose bushes cul de sac.
Early in the morning, we sat down to rest.
Dewdrops are still shining on the track.
At our feet, a swarm of ladybugs, deft.
Petrichor arose as the July rains left us back.
A strain expressing your clumsy affection.
Tune into your breathing and heartbeat.
This is a dreamy time for such passion.
Flog love is bound to the cul-de-sac part.
It is essential to preserve buried emotion.
This curvy, icy nook is set in a helix maze.
Poetry and syncopation reignite the fire.
Even talking may be risky at night phase.
Shut the door if you wish to quell desire.
Light should be veiled by a smoky haze.
Platonic ties might be a bottomless sack.
Lyricism, zeal, and merit are key factors.
The outcome of love, then, is not a cul-de-sac.
if these are quickly obfuscating actors.
Intending that love is the sweetest shack
A full moon glides through winter dreams.
The cul-de-sac ice rink is nearing its end.
Facing reality while reminiscing streams.
Droplets seize their will to settle and wend.
Twilight moon shines with merry schemes.
Ashen-faced friends slow-motion blast.
In the cul-de-sac, the lovely house fades.
Sleeping flies swirl the remaining cast.
My cup is filled with an autumn shade.
Affinity seems to be a shackle of fact.
Only going out mattered, for a brief time.
Spring equinox has just been drenched.
Paddle a boat through the azure, sublime
The skeletons' soliloquy was quenched.
Without other elements, this is grime.
The lake thawed as the ice started to glow.
for the goal of exposing the ostentatious.
Cut on a slant, with a glimmer of a rainbow,
As my mother would say, you are gracious.
This is not how you wish your child to grow.
That desolate road cul-de-sac of shame.
I imagine the life I'd lead there as a coward.
Swans, a lake house, and a child on tame.
The tourmaline-dazzling wisteria has soured.
Parents were overjoyed to view the game.
1st place contest winner
Written: February 02, 2023
This Or That, Vol 16 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
As Long as the Sun Shines
In truth, this retirement game is not all it seemed
When, at most, I’ve achieved just a few of my dreams
And now, as my body falls apart at the seams
There are no re-run vouchers which I can redeem.
As my knees start to scream and my joints all crack;
When every exertion spells an asthma attack
I realise my life has reached that cul-de-sac,
I can only crawl forward; there’s no turning back.
When I sit at this window and stare through the glass
There’s a the pageantry of life, but it drifts slowly past
I know I am grazing the last of my grass.
The end-days are coming, and they’re coming too fast.
As long as I live, the sooner I’ll die
But I’ve lived to the fullest, so I shouldn’t cry.
I have family, and friends, in contact each day,
And, I’ve these mental videos, I often replay.
I may never again share a passionate kiss
Or glorious hours of hedonistic bliss,
They now come to life was I quietly reminisce.
Who knew getting old would be lonely like this?
This year is the first time I’ve really felt cold;
Really chilled to the marrow, I'm getting too old.
I’ve played all life's hands; done well, I am told;
But, I’m still at the table; not ready to fold.
I’ve never just sat back, thinking; ‘Now it's too late’.
I’ve tried everything once; left the scraps on the plate
If I don’t try once, who could I berate?
To win any horse race, one must leave the gate.
Though I’d love to go back, and do it again
I know most repeats shows are never the same
There’s no point lamenting. Though I’m glad I can claim
I did it; enjoyed it. Now, I’m circling the drain.
So, my frame is now crumbling, in a ‘domino effect’,
There’s too little time, to look back in regret
I may not have achieved much; what’s done is set.
I must believe I did right though, to keep self respect.
I’m at the stairway to heaven, as people may say
But, they’ve got it all wrong, I'm not going that way.
But, I'm not nearly finished; I’m off out to play.
And as long as the sun shines, I’ll have a brilliant day!
The decision I made was so painful, you meant the most to me.
I never thought we’d ever part, ever since we portrayed, till death do us part.
I am hurting but such is life this too shall pass.
God knows how much I love you, your joy, pride and happiness is mine.
I wish you well my love, I’m setting you free.
I’ve found my identity, I’m bad for you right now, and you can’t be with me.
It’s not giving up, it’s just letting go,
Simply because our journey is not on the same road.
We’ve reached the ‘T’ junction, of a life changing experience,
Cal-de-sac is where we’ve arrived; alive it was only God’s will,
Because when He says yes, nobody can say no.
Although we’ve discovered the truth, I’m glad you were my lover,
The future never loved us, what’s real was undercover.
I miss you so much, it’s almost unbearable,
It reminds me of how life sometimes can be so unfair.
My very simple creature of God, you are so caring,
Or maybe just simply amazing.
Oh, how delicious is the love we share?
Appetizing, so divine why would one want that feeling to end?
I’m going on a journey and you can’t come with
It may alternate my being, my time, my presence it’s a paradigm shift.
My humble soul knows that you understand,
Because all you’ve ever desired for me, was for me to be happy.
If this journey ends quickly its abomination to return,
But if you’ve forgiven me for the hurt will you allow me to revive the pieces?
Never do that my love, I need you to move on.
You deserve a flawless queen that will treat you like you treated me
Words cannot say how much I’m so grateful,
For everything, lesson’s learnt and the growth you’ve brought to my life.
I covet peace upon your journey
Yes, love is the song I sing
It’s the happiness and the joy your love brought me
Blessings upon you, my friend
I know you’d wait for me, I don’t know how long I’ll take.
It may be a lifetime so I’ll then see you on the other side
Heaven will definitely be beautiful when it has you,
In multiple decades to come.
THE SUM OF LIFE
The Sum Of life:
Between the earth and the
sunset is a Grey matter,
between your skull and your brain
is a Grey matter,
at times I feel like gray matter;
Everyone speaks and recognizes...
OZONE, or the black hole,
they speak of space,
time, and dimension...
But me, Grey matter
I am the most important matter,
the substance that form-fills,
conforms to any space it occupies.
I am always with you in many ways
I am omnipresent.
Who knows why I continue to shield you.
Sometimes I am mucus or gel-like,
I am despised on sight,
I am gray -matter...
I cause beauty to happen though.
I am not beautiful.
Unless you train your eyes
to see things differently,
see with an all-seeing eye.
You see my insides.
Did you know there's no life without me?
for I am the" embryonic sac”?
I may even be God; The Deliverer.
I am Grey matter, you turn up your nose at me,
shun, and ignore me; Slime I am.
Life-giving, lifesaving, Grey Matter.
Human beings you are full of me like it or not.
I may even be the God in you.
There's nothing wrong with grey,
Gray Matter saves "Hallelujah".
Gray matter, I want to thank you right now,
I praise you right now I never recognized you
but know my 3rd eye is open right now.
Thank you, Grey Matter,
for your slime producing snails,
research revealing cures in the
Grey Matter of their slime, worthy is thy gel...
"Hallelujah" Gray Matter... Gray Matter:
The only matter that matters.
The fact of the matter is
without you, there would be no matter.
The only matter that matters is Gray Matter;
No matter what's' the matter,
for any matter, no matter what.
I will always remember what, matter, matters.
Blood is red, and we see it occasionally,
some even worship it;
It is good to see blood every now and then
because we know it sustains.
Like the sunsets on the seashore,
the unsettling dust of the "Grey" the great gray,
the greatness of grayness is performing.
Copyright © Vicki Acquah | Year Posted 2016
What do you say to a poet
Whose transition left us uncomfortable among the dead
Who you cross a bridge with from an island to a mainland
To find your prayer mute before a city's crumbling steeples
And could not beyond her skin share the unveiling of desire
What do you say to a poet
The world shall never see again, words giving sight
To the blind cul-de-sac of power? What, if you know what to say?
Would you say, would you write images of thought
Dissolving your particularity in the mass, like shared sacrement
Would go against tradition, and unsubstantiate the self
Into bread and blood to feed to feed the coming dread?
It is revulsive ... if I forget Africa and all her sacred meanings
But I cannot watch beauty fade before I pick a flower
It is the paradox that goes against the grain ... the shadow
Passed invisibly and left shivering at the stammering door.
I talk of shadows and substance in the recovery of essence
You carved away the shadow to make an icon of existence
And all the while our ladder of faith were words upon a page
And it was not only for acceptance, but to know the universal
Or to become again what we left so we could hate it more
We dancing in our pain, found hope yet in perennial praise
While we rose and fell into dust, for in the mortal crust
There is always this ambivalence and slipping of the truth
What do you tell a sister
When she crawls out of your mother's bed into another dawn
Who can say to us because we are dust
People from a small place are not suppose to have a universal taste
For we know brother better every mending of the broken bond
Sister, I am from a small island too
And all my life we have been fenced by only water
While were dismantling the fences that they built in skin
We have a porous boundary, many crossroads to sin
O but I would bridge me to your world again
And carry words like you to shake the bed of many worlds beyond
For it is in bringing forth our love that the mask of our virginity falls.
the devil went over to sheldon’s house he was looking to drink some beer
it was friday night he got there tight walked in and said i’m here
i’m gonna show you how to drink you pussy little piss
and then I’ll mop the floor with you i’ve had enough of this
sheldon said well come on in you ain’t no match for me
you horned abomination i’ll teach you to mess with me
the devil said that’s real big talk for a pissy puss like you
but i’ll show you exactly who can drink just wait and see
sheldon said I’m fine with that if you can prove your stuff
but if you don’t there won’t be room in hell for both of us
so show me what you got there fella, don’t hold nothing back
and then I’ll send you back to hell wrapped in a paper sac
the devil opened up his keg and pulled the handle down
a gang of evil demons came and helped him drink it down
that’s all you got i knew you’d **** you hound from purgatory
now shut your trap and I’ll show you what’s quite another story
sheldon get your elbow down and wet your whistle too
all hell’s broke loose in redlciff and the devil’s after you
and if you win you’ll be the king forever and a day
but if you lose he’ll mop the floor with you
dawn-der-deen just came from town she brought back lots of beer
she’s always there a secret weapon sheldon keeps her near
sheldon sucked back forty eight and didn’t even flinch
the devil tried to spear him but he missed by half an inch
so the devil bowed to sheldon cause he knew that he was done
he laid his pitch fork on the floor and turned around to run
sheldon said you take your spear and keep it just because
i done told you once you son of a witch i’m the best that ever was
fire in the man cave run boys run
devil’s in the house of the eldest son
chicken in the barley kicking up dust
granny does your dog bite no not us
All rights are pilfered and relinquished.
We wandered beside the hills happily
My daughter was very glad to see
Lambs grazing golden grass
A few looking at us
One of them became friends with Emily
The wool in its neck she cuddled fondly
You are, she said, my Goldie
They walked by the green road
Looked on a big eyed toad
From my flask I poured a cup of tea
From nowhere a van turned up speedily
Just in front of Emily and Goldie
Right then a small black cat
Before the van it sat
A huge sound of a brake shattered our glee
The black cat sat in the middle of the road
From the motor van rolled out a brown gourd
The black cat looked at it
As if saying ********
It caressed the lamb in a pink mode
Emily was now with two true friends
She watched how a black cat with a lamb blends
They now sat on a mat
The cat snatched at her hat
What seems impossible love transcends
Emily brought home the black cat
In a week's time the saviour grew fat
Needed a nice comrade
Would play with her long braid
When tired would take rest in a basket
A neighbour's brown cat would sometime come
Both would then pass their time handsome
Emily would join them
I would write a poem
Or in delight a Spanish guitar strum
The black cat was by now a friend with all
One day it got injured in a brawl
Visited the kind vet
He pronounced it was dead
Many waves thus rise to suddenly fall
In the garden near the haystack
The cat was buried wrapped in a silken sac
As the spring came to a close
Arrived there a dark black rose
The black cat said, look, I have come back
This way many a black cat delights us
Some we see some in unconscious
Comes and goes the black rose
Life doesn't come to a close
Van Gogh always keeps painting on canvas
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January 23, 2018
There is a Bright Side Poetry Contest
Prompt: Picture 2 Aww ... You're not bad luck
Sponsored by: Eve Roper
It's much too close in here
for loneliness,
or companionship.
Either way,
I grow too small
non-existent
non-essential
undervalued domesticity with insufficient commodity,
just another over-populating parasite
underneath Earth's glamorous backside;
Suppressed incubator within a more integrating place
of nonverbal language
and full-octaned relationship toward outside
somewhere, marginally surfing
flowing symbiotic omni-nutritional fluid
umbilical corded string
for receiving ever more formative function
energetic unction
massive combustion
rebirthing my new Elder synergetic IdEntity
through Ego-recession,
contracting unrhymed rhythm
of fear of fear of fear...
Double-Binding negative threshold
toward appositional Eco-Love prehension;
echoing across echo-developing hemispheres,
inter-wombed regenetic too slow and tight economy
creating EarthTribe's Beloved Ecology
of paradise boundaried with pain
Longing reconnected within universal agency,
being primally related through
RNA's coincidental Hollow Womb Presence,
Earth's self-optimizing cornucopian abundance
revolutioning joyful grace,
redemptive polycoloring place,
regenerate revolving Memory time
as love-drenched EarthMother's space.
Ambidextrous-ionic amniotic fluid,
Janus-faced dual destined
to internally bring forth new life
by purge erupting each metamorphic fertile sac,
draining past generations
into future's new-born hope,
to emerge a womb with sufficient empathic communication
to compassion Earth's warm-wombed community;
reconnecting humane nature's transactional economics
with sacred nature's transcendent ecologics--
Great Transition deducing permacultured functions
inducing biological forms of regenetic polyculture.
We're much too close for racing loneliness,
at loooong sloooow last,
our time to become Beloved CoElational together.
Defiled by being stuffed into a sac so tight,
A confinement that suffocates, a desperate plight.
Zipped to the end by thy very blood's own right,
A violent release, a nightmare of a cathartic sight.
With ignorance leaking out, the result of breathlessness became keen,
A state of deprivation, a struggle journeyed by love remained unseen.
Should the joy of winning be only sinfulness and sheen?
Then may failure be the light I look for, a guiding beam serene.
For failure would boost my zeal to give that sack a break,
To break free from the chains that bind, for my own sake.
I'd rise like waters beneath the porous soil, high in capillary wake,
Absorbing knowledge, filtering out through that zipped bag, life's noise and ache.
Surely
May I be the filter to dismantle ignorance and fear,
To sift through the noise, and find my own voice clear.
From absorbing too much water like the clayey soil so dear,
I'd learn to balance, to find my own soil, my own career.
That's life – a journey of twists and turns so grand,
A path that's fraught with challenges that test my hand.
But in the fire, I'd find my strength, my inner stand,
A resilience that's forged, a spirit that expands.
In the silence, I'd find my own sound and tone,
A voice that's unique, a melody that's my own.
I'd sing my own song, with every note and every moan,
A symphony of life, a journey to call my own.
The complexities of life, like a puzzle to unwind,
A riddle that's intricate, a mystery to design.
I'd search for answers, with every question and every find,
A journey of discovery, of growth and of mind.
And when the journey's done, and the path is clear and bright,
I'd look back on the struggles, and shed a tear in delight.
For I'd know that the struggles, the pain and the strife,
Were worth it, for they made me stronger, and cut through life.