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This is not a time for us
Facing these weeks of hospital walls
My knight now jousts an invisible foe
Shorn of hair, yet still he wears
Tubes of pain as proud as armor
With blood too pale, future too frail
No anniversary in candlelight
This year is measured in pills and applesauce
Doctor visits replacing road trips
To the salty sea beach, where he proposed
With a ring of delicate gold
All those years melting in florescent folds
Of bleached sheets and disposable gowns
Yet, every tide of fever, every ocean of nausea
Is one more wobbly step towards a tomorrow
Of recovered roses and kaleidoscope kisses
Where I believe, past this horizon's thin eve
In lush trees, green with anniversaries.
8/24/20
What do you do when words are pale
Inadequate to the task
Emotions not fully expressed
Plucking from my mind
Wishing for my best
Yet lacking
Not flowing
Where will I look
Within or without
I feel overwhelmed
Not able to contain
Still not sure where to look
Words dribbled on a page
Wishing to fly
Yet left in a pile
Who will shuffle through my thoughts
Bring them to life
Taste my salty tears
Laugh at my disjointed jokes
Sing my tuneless songs
Understand
Care
Oh how I long to be loved
So I write
Write some more
Eject another piece of my core
Still somehow
Words are just not enough
I sit and ponder
The universe
The connecting of all
Before and after
The things that will come
What part will I play
Will God hear me pray
Bring color to my words
Let them gush forth
Travel to distant lands
Light screens in strangers hands
Friends I have yet to meet
Hoping they won't hit delete
Conversations
Connections
Distance offers protection
Perhaps in the end
Words will be enough
I will continue to write
Until my final breath
In hopes that one day
I capture my thoughts
Maybe then I'll be free
No longer limited by me
There in the distance I can see
The words I seek
Written in some other hand
So I drink
I am satisfied
The world of words
Individualized
Speaking to me
Helping me breath
So it goes
Like oceans
Words ebb and flow
Now I know
My inside starts to grow
We all sing together
In strange harmony
You are you and I am me
Together many are we
What was then has become now
Sometimes I wonder how
Each forms a branch on the tree
We call poetry
This thing that grows
Out of our creativity
Somehow in the end
What's inadequate
Becomes just enough
“Spoke”
Could wilderness
be paradise?
Silence arrives.
The winds of change
caress the silkiness
of kiss from pain
through the taste of tears, pink,
soft the tongue stretches
feels along what remains vacant
novocaine numb inside,
fire dreams burning fierce,
somehow still remain
salty the wound
stings carry courage forward
rolling on words without wheels
along velvet streets
in the hearts
of two, not spoke
Felt, the love like warm caramel
sticks along rough roads
hard driven
ankles, arms and stories twisted
from deep potholes
and glass shards of others strewn
walked barefoot
from cracked
and broken mirrors
bleeding pearls stolen,
taken
too soon
drawn deep from within
the roots of the heart
of child and mother
skin and teeth
torn and lost
cherry red life's ocean
now in this moment
baptismal
stills the waters
yielding
trust and belief
in oneself
a calling,
victory remains
for girls so brave
unidentified
they are their own phenomena
Ezekiel wheels
golden and turning,
becoming,
heards corralled
their wings
spreading
beating like angels
spoken from cavern
of mouth unclaimed
love hides in the spaces left
for the blessed ones
to remember courage
worn forever in the blue genes
strange heroes evoked;
from purity inside,
the soul is never shunned
to smile through the hurt
to live again, to win
recognized entry
into their own
kingdoms
the child turns
towards her eyes
twin jades seen perpetual
in a mirror unwavering,
known,
no spokes
the mother
believes in her
always
she says
take life, to win
arise
begin again
(LadyLabyrinth / 2021)
gvlm - llb
"Ascent" / Stellardrone
https://youtu.be/FCw8XHEHSkY
Sailing with you..
On a sailboat so far away from home..
Chrystal clear blue sea..
Sunrays streaming through the clouds..
Onto the two of us..
Tis the sea..
Tis only the two of us..
Spectacular blue skies with a hue of pink..
Surrounded by beauty
Filled with graciousness..
Sailing with you..
Our hearts flutter ever so slightly..
Our hands held so tightly..
Sends airwaves of magic down our spines..
Followed by..
An explosion of sparkling fireworks..
When..
Our eyes meet..
A magnetic force ignites between the two of us..
Sailing with you..
We glance out onto the open sea..
Day turns into night..
A full moon glistens..
As darkness sets in..
Captivated by the mystery of the night..
Upon the striking night skies..
The stars twinkle a vivid brightness
Salty sea air..
A calm balmy breeze..
Saturated with silence..
Feeling inner peace..
Sailing with you..
Delivers our hearts with pure love..
Deliverance of eternal love..
Together..
We are the force of love..
My ladylike mother, raising a blue-jeans daughter
No dresses for my back-to-school shopping-
After school shortcut with Amy, my friend
Grassy flowered path, trees and birds
For my autumn birthday, I give myself
the new Black Stallion book from the library
So eager to take it home, fall into the pages
Still, at the final bell, I wait for Amy
Best friends are supposed to wait...
But minutes lag as the yard empties
I am alone, as I leave
Our shortcut is deserted, silent
The birds do not sing today
A footstep crunches behind, then
A stranger, tall to my short self
His junior high days long over,
With a sour smell, a greasy smile
Immobilized, I feel my pulse beat
In my throat, clutching my Black Stallion book
"Hey, what's your name, baby?," he slurs
With drunken breath and crawling eyes,
Then his arm slides around my
almost-fourteen-year old waist, and his foul stink
Whispers in my ear, "Oh baby, what a body"
I don't think, don't plan
I just run
But he is there, pushing me down as his hands
grope my almost-fourteen-year-old breasts
From somewhere deep rises rage-
HIT HIM! HIT HIM! in giant flashing red letters
My fists, smashing into his arm, my voice, unlocked,
"Go away, GO!"
And he does suddenly go; my saving grace,
Being unladylike-
When I make it home, on shaking legs, my mother
scolds me for the tears in the knees of my new bluejeans
Which cost so much money! I say nothing
And my Black Stallion book is gone.
The next day, from school, I take the long way
The concrete streets of populated protection
I can't tell Amy why I won't take our shortcut
I can't tell even my own mother
So she finds other friends to walk home with
When the book comes overdue, the librarian chastises me
For my lack of caregiving and responsibility
I swallow salty-hot tears, and borrow money
To pay the fine, for I can not return
what is lost.
9/23/18
OLD MEN WALKING TO THE SEA
GOING DOWN HILL THREE BY THREE
FOAMING MIST AND DISTANT THUNDER
OCEANS DEEP AND FILLED WITH WONDER
PASSING GATE AND ANCIENT TREE
HEAR THE MORNING SEA BIRD SCREE
LIVING LIFE BY SEASON'S CLOCK
WALKING TO THE WOODEN DOCK
FOGGY IS THE GRAYISH SKY
LOOKING CHILLY TO THE EYE
CLOSER NOW WE’LL SOON BE GONE
FISHING WELL BEFORE THE DAWN
DEW SITS ON THE MORNING FLOWER
WAITING FOR THE SUNSHINE HOUR
MUDDY IS THE WALKING PATH
STILL WET FROM THE STORMY WRATH
BUNDLED NETS IN OPEN BOAT
KNITTED HAT AND SEAMAN'S COAT
FRIGID AIR AND SALTY TASTE
ICY FEEL UPON THE FACE
SMELL THE BRINE AND SALTY AIR
SEE THE MAIN MAST CANVAS FLARE
POINT THE VESSEL TO THE WIND
MAKE THE MIGHTY SEA YOUR FRIEND
SUN IS RISING IN THE EAST
FOGGY MORNING MIST RELEASED
CAST THE NET AND SET IT RIGHT
CIRCLE LEFT TO MAKE IT TIGHT
SAYING NOW THE FISHER’S PRAYER
THAT THE MORNING CATCH IS FAIR
THAT THE ENDLESS, LIVING SEA
PROVIDE THE GIFT OF LIFE TO THEE
PULLING NOW AND FEEL THE PAIN
OF THE BONE AND MUSCLE STRAIN
HEAR THE FISHER'S GOD DECREE
YOU TAKE THE BOUNTY FROM THE SEA
AND NOW THE DAY WAS FAIRLY WON
AND NOW THE STORIES CAN BE SPUN
WHEN OLD MEN TALK AS OLD MEN DO
ABOUT THE TIMES THAT THEY ONCE KNEW
SITTING IN THE VILLAGE PUB
SMOKY ROOM AND STEAMING GRUB
RUDDY FACE AND TOOTHLESS GRIN
GRAYISH STUBBLE ON THE CHIN
TALES ARE TOLD AND SOME ARE TRUE
LAUGHTER FROM THE FISHER’S CREW
OLD MEN LIVING BY THE SEA
THEIR LIFE A LIVING SYMPHONY
A fleeting still small voice tries to warn me
A sudden overwhelming desire to run
The tell tale taste of metallic flakes
Means my nightmare has begun
Everything around takes on a ghostly pallor
A landscape of anguish and corrosion
A moment of silence before the violence
The flash of light, the brilliant explosion
The sound of the Sun fills my ears
Fear, my throat, though none escapes me
And paralyzed I clench my eyes
As my tormentor prepares to rape me
And it's endeavor is absolute
Consumption is its ultimate goal
It exists to chase me so it can erase me
Whilst feasting on my soul
And then that familiar salty smell
The sudden rush of warmth so stings
Engaging me relentlessly
In vile unspeakable things
Over and over and over again
My limbs stretched and wrought
As it's teeth tear my bones bare
It's mind defiles my thoughts
And still wounds beget wounds beget wounds
As in the mouth of madness I suffer
And with every injury he just seems to be
Rougher and rougher and rougher
Then just as suddenly as it began it ceases
And for a moment I am clearer
And then the true horror of it all
Is revealed in a darkly lit mirror
There in front of me stands my destroyer
Face flush with it's fill of my pain
And I find that it's eyes and mine
My God, they’re one in the same
I’ve not written to you for many years
Santa, I’m quite different from my peers
Not fancy or frilly like girly girls
And I don’t hanker for diamonds and pearls
Today I got the most terrible news
My muse abandoned me. She's on a cruise!!!
She’ll be sailing around the world for years
I'm bereft and can’t stem my salty tears
Oh Santa dear, please take pity on me
I need a skilled muse to write poetry
I’m heartbroken without her by my side
Could you bring one to me on this Yuletide
It would be the most perfect Christmas gift
Please tell me that this year I won't get stiffed!
~ ~ ~ ~
You may not have my name at this address
But Santa, it’s time for me to confess
I've been on your naughty list all this year
I'm the one who put Ex Lax in your beer
And I thought while you were stuck in my loo
I'd try to tempt you in my basque of blue
But you clutched your tummy. You looked quite sick
With loo roll in hand, you ran out so quick
You chastised me as you dribbled brown gloop
Said you’d seen my name at Poetry Soup!
You'd read my poems and you wouldn't be hard
With my dire style, I’m no threat to the Bard
Last Christmas was such a catastrophe
I apologise, will you forgive me?
~ ~ ~ ~
I’ve divulged to all how I’ve misbehaved
and beg the laxative mishap be waived
(You’ve not visited since I was a child
when my behaviour ran totally wild!)
I’ve taken my punishment on the chin
Bitter medicine swallowed for my sin
If you can find forgiveness in your heart
I will try my best to make a fresh start
Santa, please deliver just one present...
A new muse would make my life more pleasant
My old one left and she might not return
My pen is poised; for witty words I yearn
A contest win with Phillip Garcia
Would rekindle my poetic career!
From My Lips To Santa's Ears Contest
Sponsored by Phillip Garcia
10 syllables per line checked with How many Syllables
12-05-17
Screaming Guillotines
I.
I sit on the wide veranda of this house called America,
And I can see the Beast Boys coming our jungled way,
Coming like wild torrents of lapping flames over the astonished landscape,
Coming with black eyes squinting and staring for a feast of blood.
I sit trembling with mouth wide open, waiting for the whistling hearses to come,
And the inevitable silent tap upon my evading shoulder.
And far far away into the green enveloping expanse,
Of consuming trees and obliterating American skies,
I can hear the screaming guillotines serenading the ghost dancers.
I can see the whistling hearses bringing in the crimson nightmares.
II.
Time to take my knife again and lacerate the flesh of this dead thing,
This once-breathing creature that felt nothing but the slash of profit.
Time to spit out the long thin hairs entwined around my teeth.
Time to wonder whose hair this belongs to, as I pull out the long strands slowly,
Like pulling out long segmented worms from beneath the dirt of a rock.
“Ah, do you know the time? Is your sister coming by today?
She knows my name, and she can hear the screaming guillotines when they drop.
Will she spend some time with me here on my soft bumpy sofa?
Will she at last listen, at last hear, my remonstrances of lost love,
As we devour this dead, unbreathing thing,
Inside this salty steaming stew?"
III.
The Profit Boys are back in town,
And Jess and Jim are drunk on whiskey.
John Jupiter and his new bride, Isabel,
Are eating chicken and dumplings without a frown.
His new suit, in whisky-laden tatters, is
Hanging propped on a sweat-stained hall tree.
“Lordy those two are riling me; but shucks, it’s my wedding day!”
Then into town rides the Domino Kid from Abilene;
He’s looking to escape the screaming guillotines at Lansing.
John Jupiter and Isabel drink a toast to the future,
Their happy hearts pounding with hopeful glee;
Then he bashfully presents a wedding ring to his dimpled bride,
And kisses her sweetly under the tall Dragon tree.
But now, inside their barn, with soft lamplight aglowing,
Amidst the rambling rawhide, and a cracked cowbell,
Jess and Jim Profit set fire to the hayloft, a fire that is still growing;
The Domino Kid lies asleep, eternally dreaming of Isabel.
I was born blind
To
The joys
And
Could only see Life’s cruelty
But then you came
And
Brought back all the good to me.
such is that
ever so fleeting
But love
oh love
You tortuous love
Deceived by
Words
Of
false assurance
I love you’s disappeared into the night sky
As I slam down the phone
One last time,
And I died
Slowly
DROWNING
In my restless slumber
Your words
Washed over me
And I drowned in memories of
Your beautiful smile
Choking on salty
Tears
Of a lost goodbyes
waves pile crash
and I am
blindly searching
for refuge
on starless night
On the
bottom
of
the
Dark ocean
Of loss
carried by the
current of confusion
my lifeless body
dangles
in
gods hands
I tremble
The
Moonlight
Reflects
Off
the Oceanic view
The mistress of the sea
we are through
bobbing along
I am gone
kelp
princess
binds my mouth
and I am breathless
Death
to me
Love tainted all that was pure
And true
Blind to the joys of life
I couldn’t see
Only life’s cruelty
You are gone, but still best part of me
wave goodbye
to the girl that was me
waves in the night
wave goodbye
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