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I remember the end of one November
When my urge
To see the forest trees
Was upsurged.
The leaves and the trees
Were still lively and red
But still and half way dead.
Discovering fallen trees
Ancient mounds
And new paths with distant sounds.
It was hard to carry on home
Where my other soul
Laid on my chest
Like the still winter trees
Deemed to rest.
I remember the end of that November
When a grim smile ripped his string.
A moment, a wish to encumber
I remember the end of November
When he went over yonder
Swimming in our streams
Lying in the summer’s heat
Tugging on the leash
Gobbling on nature’s sweets
Galloping to wherever he may be free.
Comes Fall, trees seem to rehearse Spring’s splendour,
Leaves shine forth with the colours of autumn,
I muse on my innings to come, unsure,
What my new journey would be like then on.
To me, autumn spreads in air Spring-like whiff
When every leaf wears smile of a flower,
As if to hint: no life need suffer grief,
Death no more than heralds life’s fading power.
Linger on a li’le more, Fall, at thy crest,
Let my soul imbibe thy lavish grandeur,
I scarce know how Fate’s feathered my new nest,
But let me imbibe all of autumn’s lure.
O Fall ye seem to say: I fall to rise,
And from my old age its echos arise.
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Sonnet |Nov 2023| fall, autumn, death
Love in one direction
Longing for connection
Their heart belongs to someone else
My soul hurts and melts
Something else gets to hold them
I can only look and condemn
As I know I can be better
And hurt them never
Heart break for something in return
Feeling like a crash burn
I put my heart on a sleeve
One day they may believe
They are your true soul mate
I know we would be true and great
They are super sweet and clever
I dream and know we are a never
We are not even in the same league
But maybe I can spike their intrigue
I continue to dream of their gentle kiss
Be someone they can’t dismiss
A friendly act plays with my mind
Maybe their love has been reassigned
A gentle touch sets off sparks
Maybe some flirting and kind remarks
A smile and a gaze tease me
Set their mind free to be with me
My heart aches for a meaningful hug
To stop feeling like such a mug
I’m not brave enough to confront this
I will continue longing for one true kiss
trademark green on white
"Welcome to Colorful Colorado"
me and the Sangre De Cristos
march across the border
and Mt Blanca rises to greet us
smooth and elegant
as a wedding cake
draped with fondant
majestic and proud
above the clouds
in my heart
she strikes the home chord
deeper than
the tourist town
I dip in and out of
it's home-base
she's my home
I don't live
anywhere anymore anyway
but for a couple of months
to babysit a kitten and a pup
I'll breath thin air on Pikes Peak
pan gold on Cripple Creek
celebrate my aunt's 90th
reunite with my cousins
hike some woods
energize my soul
smile and be free
from strange longings
titilatations that don't quite
satisfy
dear home
you raised, educated
initiated
and launched me
into this frenzy
yearning and hurting
I return
kinder than my first love
and fairer than my last
your bosom
buries my sorrow
no shame
nor defeat
do I suffer
in you
just wounds
enough to be made whole
preciosa Mt. Blanca
your wedding dress slips
down bare shoulders
dripping rivers and creeks
refresh
and sustain me
in this odyssey
love swirls about
sunning herself
up around a bend
gazing from the top
of some forgotten trail
singing love songs
in a honky tonk
or pouring coffee
in some route 66 diner
she's the loveliest
sweetest icing
on this cake
Pikes Peak
Cripple Creek
and my
ninety year old
dear Auntie
que' guapa
Mt Blanca ;)
Love is waiting outside, on the sidewalk,
Surrounded by red and orange petals,
Standing unmovable, still made of gold,
Not lost or found, not bought or sold.
A couple came, lips moving as they talk,
Her smile and heartbeat, his two medals.
They surround love with sheer curiosity,
Examining Love with casual proximity.
He took of his jacket and boots and said:
“what stops Loves to continue his raid?”
Her face was rosy, she kissed his heart:
“I know love must be in every part!”
After an embrace, she let him fly away ,
where the gold melted, a mark was left.
She lifted the bow, arrows and shaft
as the breeze took the petals to sway…
Is love going flying or walking now?
He has wings, she carries the arrow…
Form:
I’ve known the streets: Places where the night lingers and the echoes of passing cars feel distant.
My feet have grown accustomed to the dim-lit alleys.
I walked past shuttered windows when the city slept, listening for the familiar footsteps that come and go.
I leaned against the brick walls, my breath clouding in the cold air, and
I whispered in low tones, watching headlights sweep across the pavement, and
I felt the city thrum with unseen stories.
I’ve known the streets: Quiet, restless streets.
My feet have grown accustomed to the dim-lit alleys.
I’ve lain stretched out, my body bare to the night, where beauty and sorrow mingled in my broken bones.
I’ve forsaken my soul for a walking dead man’s pleasure, trading dignity for a moment’s release.
I wanted to retire, live on the beach in Miami, listen to the waves crash on the shore.
But another car has stopped at the curb, and I must wear that smile that pulls at a lonely man’s groin.
I feel you in every deafening pause
I taste your sorrows on my open tongue
Your anxious pulse on my fingertips
I want to warm your hesitant hands
I want to reassure your quivering lips
Trace your trust into my hope's light
Till you are mighty and whole
Your sinking eyes heavy my heart's load
I think of all that you have endured
I inwardly moan,
I bleed profusely
The tears enrapture my soul
I want to take all your pain away
In one pristine sweep
I implore peace to rain once more
With all her notes resounding
Harmonious and true
Strange and narrow
The paths to her melody await
I see you in each descending sunset
The next more somber than the last
I know your rage and your want
Your desperation in your cold smile
I wish to bring you the sun once more
To give you the faith to love
To give you the strength one needs
To live on
Galatians 6:2 – “Bear ye one another's burdens, and so fulfil the law of Christ.”
I love the holiday season…getting together with friends and family.
I love the tradition, in our house, of seeing presents underneath the Christmas tree.
As I watch our family open presents once a year
I’m always hoping I will also find a way
to provide them with the kind of gifts they can open every day.
The everyday gifts we give that to someone means so much…
our smile, our laughter, a helping hand, a hug…a gentle touch.
How we make sure they are clothed and fed…
that their shoes are on the correct feet…and tied…
All those stories we read, all those games we play…
every horsey and piggy-back ride.
A kiss when they need it, our encouragement, our kindness…
making sure they see
we are a piece of the life they’re living…a part of their happy memories.
How we help give wings to their hopes and dreams…
How we listen to what they have to say…
How we support them wherever they go in life…even if they fly away.
What makes these gifts so special is that what we’re really giving is our time…
We don’t have to shop for them…they do not cost a dime.
And whenever we give these gifts we quickly come to learn
even though we don’t expect it…they’ve back so much in return.
So…this year whatever holiday you celebrate..
once the presents are opened and the wrapping paper is thrown away…
take a moment to sit back, smile and think about
all the gifts you give and receive each day.
END OF TIME
Smile
tormented, tear stained
blood flowing down the streets
to forever drift
end of time
Jesus is yet still coming here
a flickering candle on the table, a blood red body
tormented, tear stained
The Mark of the Beast telling you, YOU MUST?
end of time
to forever drift
blood flowing down the streets
Satan says do this or else
a wilted flower on the table, a silver complexion
Continued conviction
A scarred heart
A crazed mind
A lost soul
NO
We shall not fold!
2/10/21
For ALL YOURS (Feb 23) Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
2021©
I see my father mirrored image reflected back to me
In John's Lennon's small rounded glasses frames
Straddled upon again my father's nose which he often loved to pick
And this i noticed instantly the very fist time I seen a picture of
his face
Which i think is the reason why I feel I have An infinity or feel a connection or bond with him although
In reality I realize I probably don't
It's just something that makes me smile and reminds me of my dad
And what I alone in my head
Imagine
Either of them would say If only
Either of them we're still alive
And found themselves in the same place at the same time
I also imagine they could have possibly been friends
As both of them we're 2 young angry men from Liverpool
Who never had anything good or positive thing to say about their childhood's growing up
And why I find it so easily to identify with his lyrics and emotive choke strained voice
Because my father sounded exactly the same to me
John wrote Mother you never wanted me
Father why did you abandoned me
Paul said Mother Mary come to me
Let it be
Both poet's crafted by default via emotional traumatic damage caused
A Beatle forged by a grand desire wishing to fly away
As was Paul and may well be the reason he named his band Wings
And why my dad joined the navy in order to sail anywhere else far and way
Because he felt as if he had stayed he would feel like a bird who had his wings clipped
But I digress returning to the initial point I wished to make was this
Thanks to my Dad for in some way to me appears to resemble John Lennon
Because he is still to this day very famous luckily for me every now and then
If only for a fleeting passing moment I don't have to actually imagine or remember what he
looked like