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Oh, rest once more on my green pasture,
like you did the night before, my blossom:
Yesterday, the breeze took your scent afar
stealing the furtive and precious pleasure
that I shared only with the evening star
that courts lonely the pink-dyed moon.
Remember the day when a wayward twist,
while you walked among the flower walls
measuring beauty with tepid innocence,
left you bare-dressed only by modesty
and then you hid your fair semblance
with blue, red, white and yellow petals.
Oh, lay and let me feel your breath on me,
your chest pressed against the dry leaves
dew drops sliding down by your back.
Spring after spring, you have come alone,
stepping merrily on the old stone track
after the quietness that nature improves.
Beauty and nature share one essence,
Unspoiled by the time reaping presence.
Form:
The memories of the Elders had grown weak as time and seasons past. Like old pastures remembering only faint hoof marks.
Twelve villages shared the lands from the river to the vast horizon. All was well and none could recall any serious situations that had not been resolved by the Council of the Villages. The Council was comprised of twelve women, one from each village, chosen by the “whim of fate”.
Each situation was assessed in the same manner. All concerns were heard by The Council of The Twelve Villages. The Ancients had wearied of battles and so made the solutions simple. All members of the Council carried a smooth stone. Their decision made by placing their stone into one of two earthen pots. Each would walk into the thatched hut alone to do so. They would then gather with the villagers to “count” the stones in each of the earthen pots.
If the number was even things remained the same, if not those involved were to work out a suitable solution with the help of the Council and the villagers. It was a fair and fluid system adhered to by all in theory and practice.
Strangers arrived one day from a village on the edge of the vast horizon. They were welcomed and allowed to visit all of the twelve villages, share in their bounty and observe the actions of the Council of the Twelve. Requesting a meeting with the Council they petitioned for entrance into the Council of the Villages.
The Council considered their request. The stones were counted. Seven in favor, five against. The Council of the Villages assisted in setting up the “new” village for participation in the Council. Few had any idea how complicated things would become with the addition of “the thirteenth woman” for things would never remain the same again.
John G. Lawless
©10/4/2022
Safety used to feel like fixed,
Problems resolved,
Beaming hearts,
Innocent perspectives.
Safety used to feel like man,
Weight lifted,
Body desired,
Lust and codependency.
Safety used to feel like promises,
Expectations expected,
Attachment again,
Connection in small blips.
Safety used to feel like convenience,
Easy access,
Self abandonment,
Distress or over comfortable.
Safety now feels like generate,
Warmth unlimited,
Current generated,
Fluidity Channelled.
Safety now feels like help,
Resources shared,
Ways respected,
Mind open to difference.
Safety now feels like Faith,
Hope driven,
United uniqueness,
Hearing without speaking.
Safety now feels like stay,
Stand together,
Patience imperative,
"We will work this out."
I must now learn how to laugh!
Does it start with a smile?
Maybe not even,
A tilting of the head
Or a gentle sighing nod
How does it feel to know happiness?
Only misery lives here
My address is well known
at DEATH's Valleys Inn...
Check in for the night
and depression is guaranteed
While I cannot teach you the ways of joy
Would I need to though?
I have experience in the many
and ever so varying
arts of sadness.
Come learn from me,
Feed me your grief!
A stir and a bow,
A framing of a frown.
Glooming in despair
ghostly nightmares
The dread and despair
that filters the air
is the feeling I'll
impart to you,
My desperate
and very
lonely
friend.
The breeze you know
and have come
to cherish is the
stillness of disgust.
The peace you have had
to deny, to disguise your
Demons
There is much joy in my
shared misery and so I hoard
it for myself.
this whineful disposition
in my soul;
brewing
bitterness
to
its
maturation.
2017/11/15
Pick Your Topic Contest: Depression and Sadness!!
Sizwe Hlabisa
Elegy – 7-17-24
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Elegy for Old Growth
Through measures of metered melancholy
The tattered winds sing a rent elegy,
A pensive wail for pristine old growth,
A drifting chant in pure pitch of final farewell –
The mute tongue howls in eulogy
For virgins of a thousand turns around the sun
For helpless giants surrendered in atonal sacrifice.
Gentle titans with feathery boughs lifted their faces
To embrace misted melodies of summer and winter snows
Forest zephyrs sang lullabies for sparrows
Nesting in their rustling wombs
Then shared the secret lyrics of their song
With robins sheltered in their lofty grace of red bark
In evensongs, matins and spring symphonies.
The myrrh of burial mixes with their lingering fragrance
In desolation and in their exposed flesh,
Nude hillsides of purple rage
Scream in final dirges of farewell
Modulated into anthems sung to saplings in circles of renewal
Little ones, like half steps, change elegies to odes
The threadbare zephyr now chants paeans to remember.
Depression
When you lose your inner light
and intensifies the ongoing fight,
Days and nights seem to merge,
Emotional outburst is at its verge,
In absolute darkness you get lost,
solitude takes over, the ultimate ghost,
Missing few beats, the subtle heart sobs,
tears of sorrow fail to nurture throbs,
Successive thoughts pull you down,
whirlpool that ensures you drown,
Logic of life, death and suicide,
end to all grief, desires and pride !
Written August 6th, 2015
For contest "Mental illness" by Nathan D
Inspired by emotions shared by a young patient in twenties who went into depression as his beloved wife died.
Now entered for contest "Any poem trashed in a recent contest" by Broken wings
It seems head witch Della,
Had a yen for a fella,
Who considered himself a catch.
He thought to woo her,
And then just to lose her,
But in Della he'd met his match.
Although she was smitten,
She's no new born kitten,
And she's been down this road before.
Knew he was a user,
Had heard his accusers,
And this little witch knew the score.
It wasn't long,
Before he sang his song,
To another who'd caught his eye,
But she too was a witch,
And a bit of a snitch,
And told Della they shared the same guy.
He'd thought he'd keep her guessin',
But she taught him a lesson,
And never a tear did she cry.
Her heart filled with anger,
His life now in danger,
She'd cast her spell by and by.
His pleading she rejects,
For he is an insect,
And she won't forgive him his lies.
Now all who see him,
Refuse to receive him.
He's no longer a man, he's a fly.
one last poem
You would never have to share me
If you would only claim me for your own
No one has touched me
I have friends
and then I have closer friends
But I love you
But leaving me
you gave me away
I cannot bear the pain
You speak as if you were the only one
who had things to forgive and forget
ButI femember a few things too, a few who's
"i'm only a man" was your lame excuse
"Your are more beautiful than the night"
"Winter is cold, you are warm"
and each of them wore different
feminine names.
I don't want to share either
Not your love. your desires, your body
any of it.
I deserve to be everything to a man
I deserve to be enough
So walking away at this late date
comes late for me
You left long ago
I cried for you to come back
My esteem lessened with each blow
each name
Still i love you and want you
but need to be enough for you
no fooling around
no games
no surprises
BY Catie Lindsey
"Responce"
i would'nt share you with anyone
i would'nt share you with the world
or with one single solitary soul
and I ponder God himself
no one should touch you
lest you lose your reproach
but all my love
depends on this
all or nothing
you speak of friends
as if they were close relatives
as if you have the right
to spend time alone
"Nay!" i am only a man
trust has foolishness out grown
i too reminess the things of the past
some too painfull
to remember
having shared with
kings and beggers
scorn and wrath
"He's just a friend."
such a lame excuse
how convienient and proper
for such use
for the crime of infidelity
men don't forgive
and they don't forget
it is a tormentor
that like the fires of hell
never go out
and violence to the soul
ruins the sane
Don't worry about my faults
worry about your own
i don't want to share you
with anyone or anything
i want to be enough
but if walk away i must
on that you can trust
for a little bit of love
and a tiny bit of lust
my esteem destroyed
with one blow
and still i love and want you
are you in
or are you out
BY J H Loving III
At the Campfire of a Moon-lit Night, in the Yesterdays of Time : We Chime,
Together, Entwined as ONE; The Sun dissipates Our Souls, not Our Rhyme
Sorrow we have shared through the Years, Sorrow, its History Is with Us : Tears
We cried for Sorrow, for Joy, for Life, FOR DEATH FOR the Eternity of Forever
We Cried so hard : We Laughed; We died to keep some Joy in YOUR HEART
We Shed; for those YOU think have died , we cried; knowing their " Eternity’s " Start
Dedicated to Constance LaFrance~ A Rambling POET~~
A Tribute to Her Beloved Sister : “ Suzanne “
To Be Continued
Being faithful to the biggest lies,
spoiled by delusions and corrupted ties.
Shallow shared psychosis belief,
highly specialist identity thief.
Psychiatric syndrome media charm,
everybody has to have it with no harm.
Puppeteers providing the mediocre script,
rewarding richly those who become the perfect fit.
Maintaining depressing news to fit he bill,
keeping suspiciousness as highlights frill.
Paranoia or grandiose delusion,
issues of inferior intrusion.
Never been thought to think independent,
always needing a superintendent.
Democratic values without sense,
then all of them cannot be so dense.
Symbolized images by false statistic,
corrupted marketing to be disruptive.
Worshipping famous pretenses values,
resignation by deeds greatest news.
Implanted mentality for a title,
fear controlled genocidal.
Ignorance the only evil that exist,
the power in charge for the better insist.
Deluded facts in command,
deceived in youth conscious disband.
The act has been defined,
doubting is the criminal intent.
Those whom their individuality fails,
seek refuge in community bails.
The manipulated guilty conscience,
robs the will of power audacious.
One virtue can stand against a thousand vices,
not needing any hypertension phrases.