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is compassion for others
often learned through
one's own pain?
as an autodidact
i often questioned love
and its existence
always searching for answers
or something more
yet always containing myself
in solitary confinement
at the park
no one ever found me there
when laughter is subdued
behind a wall of pain
and emotions sneak out
through the corners of eyes
memories always take me back
no one will find me there
from the edge of the dock
the trees on creek's reflection
form a tunnel upstream
and lure me in
pink splashes of dusk
mark the spot
where a child once stood
and i feel her innocence
somehow i find myself there...
They no longer sneak into my soul in the middle of the night
Whispering mean things about me, hurting my feelings.
Because that is no longer satisfying
Now they laugh as I clench my teeth in the day time
So hard that my tongue gets cut on the sharp edges
My tongue cannot leave the edges alone
Any more than the demons can leave me alone.
They slap me upside the head and make fun of my whines.
You know nothing! You are nothing! As worthless as they come.
It is difficult to ignore them and they are getting
LOUDER.
I sit here among others, pretending I am good.
Bright, cultured, not refined, but at least normal.
There is no normal about me.
The demons are gut-punching me.
One is pinching the back of my neck hard.
They want me to live down to the negativity they have brought
I am swimming in the middle of Devil River, but I do not let on.
Wanting to fit in.
wondering
if
any
of
the
others
have
demons
So here we are Laura, reached your 40th birthday
seems like only yesterday, on tower green we`d play
our childhood a close knit experience,happy memories no doubt
"its twenty five past, cant go to work without a shirt " Gail would shout.
Running to the shop as kids for a penny chew
always garaunteed Michelle was after you.
Laura you would sneak off,to meet your now husband Paul
me and Gail peaking through the window, backs against the wall.
Always dressed immaculately, and a heart of gold
for this is such a commodity, that cannot be bought or sold.
A beautiful natural lady,you have gone far in your life
raising three beautiful girls, and Paul are man and wife.
I am so proud to have you, and simply call my friend
i know that we will have this bond,right til the very end.
If i could have my time again, i wouldn`t change a thing
the lives we have lead,not alot more can bring.
We all settled down in life,that we cannot moan
but if ever i feel i need my friend,she at the other end of the fone.
Happy 40th birthday Laura love from Skin and Paul ***
we came up same building,
same busted elevator, same rumors in the walls —
three girls stacked on top of each other
like secrets whispered through radiator pipes.
6S - she’s half rican, half black,
but don’t call her half - she all attitude,
dark skin glowing when she laughs too loud,
hips slick like she dancing with nobody’s permission.
5E - 5’1 and built like a threat,
she got a stare that’ll stop you mid-lie.
she hate surprises, so we never sneak up -
she come knocking first if you do her wrong.
then me - 7N, freckles spread like stars on light skin,
red-brown hair tied up, book in my lap,
content to stay inside while they chase block heat.
they pull me out anyway - stoop nights, corner gossip,
big dreams that don’t always fit our pockets.
we so different it make no sense -
three girls shaped like soft rebellion,
like hard lessons, like love
that never needed no permission slip.
puberty tried to twist us up,
boys tried to break us open,
life threw her worst
and we just leaned closer -
me, yaphia, tarita - same building girls,
same busted elevator,
still going up.
Metaphorically speaking, we all lost our virginity at birth
Born free, infused with ego poison, stifling innate mirth
Reality of pristine dreams replaced by myriad illusions
Conscience deadened, conditioned to trust delusion
We became akin to a dead man walking in stupor
Past regrets, fears of morrow, no childlike caper
Fierce winds of duality reinforcing false belief
Chasing desires fleeting offering no relief
Being thus transfixed in deep hypnosis
Became victim of our own prognosis
Habit patterns our mental prison
With head-heart disconnection
Feral animal in human form
Our soul began to deform
Limited by mind body
Labelled somebody
Shortened stride
Our false pride
Having fallen
We now awaken
Upon so choosing
By mind discerning
That the joy we seek
A fleeting sneak peek
Pleasure yields to pain
Self-serving desires slain
Body over time withers away
Brain cells too, dementia slays
This contemplation ushers silence
Wherein rekindles love of innocence
Aflame within heart, veiled from sight
Thought rested awareness feels delight
As nodes within, throb with bliss magnetism
Each cell of our form an electrified joy sensorium
Essence of our presence thus beholding in surprise
The dance of magic divine enabling the Phoenix to rise
22-March-2021
Love, love, oh naughty love
How thrilling naughty love can be
Creates excitement like nothing else
Like a kiss behind the old oak tree
The feeling you get of naughtiness
Adds excitement to the scene
Like stealing a cookie from the cookie jar
Or hands full of jelly beans
We never lose that wee person's touch
Even when we've growed up big
Raiding the fridge at one in the morning
Maybe we should wear a wig
It's human nature to sneak around
Like I said it's like stealing a kiss
Come to think of it forget the snacks
Rather roll in the hay with a miss
Love, love, oh naughty love
How thrilling naughty love can be
The ultimate feeling ever felt by man
Since coming down from the trees
© Jack Ellison 2014
There’s something inside me that knows when you’re nearby.
You cannot sneak up on me; it’s funny when you try.
There must be something in the air, a noise without a sound,
‘Cause you light up my radar whenever you’re around.
I can taste your presence before you pass the door,
And I can smell you’re essence from clear across the floor.
I can always feel where you are--we’re mutually bound,
‘Cause you light up my radar whenever you’re around.
Chorus (repeated to fade after 4th verse):
The lightest caress of your touch makes my ringers ring
The first impression of your voice makes me want to sing
The very first hint of your taste or scent makes my motor start
‘Cause even the smallest whisper of your presence melts my heart.
I don’t need to see you, to feel when you are there.
There’s just something about you that makes me so aware.
No matter how lost you think you are, with me you’re always found--
‘Cause you light up my radar whenever you’re around.
Decades passed together. There weren’t enough years.
Though love may be forever, we buried you in tears.
Your presence seems everywhere, without a sight or sound,
You still light up my radar ‘cause you’re always around.
Two sisters have enlisted me
to solve for them a mystery.
Sounds and music they can sometimes hear,
and from their manor things then disappear.
What’s happening? Is there a ghost?
Who takes the things they value most?
I stay with them and notice strange things too.
Like one day when canaries flew right through!
The eeriness and creaking in the night
makes me know that things are just not right.
I notice something rather strange one day.
There is a manor just like theirs across the way.
Its owner is a man named Nathan Gombet.
Inside his house I really need to get.
This Gombet has some dealings with my dad.
And we both know that he is someone bad.
I sneak into his house by light of moon
and then get locked inside an upstairs room.
Aha! I come across a hidden staircase.
It leads to tunnels and the sisters’ place!
My dad, meanwhile, has missing gone.
I get the sheriff there by dawn.
My dad was hid by Gombet in a cell
but from ME not hidden well.
For I am Nancy Drew, a sleuth self-made.
Just call on me whenever you need aid!
Aug. 6, 2022
For Natasha L. Scragg's Start Sleuthing Poetry Contest
This poem is somewhat the plot of Carolyn Keaton's personal favorite of all her many Nancy Drew novels. It was book 2 of a series that ended in 1979 with a total of 56 books about the teenage sleuth. I believe I read every one of those books. I was crazy for Nancy Drew books!
Its off to grandma's old fashion cottage we go;
past snow covered pine trees all in a row.
To her humble abode adorned in holiday charm,
And two grey horses inside the red painted barn.
Inside a crackling fire warming- nothing to compare.
With flickering flames dancing with flair,
Mesmerizing grandpa with a hypnotic spell.
And up the chimney smoke bid's farewell.
Grandma's cooking in her colorful blouse
the smell of baked bread drifts about the house,
And Grandpa snoring, asleep in his comfy old chair
in a plaid shirt and head with no hair.
Outside freshly fallen snow- a winter wonderland,
With frolicking young children mittens on hands
playing with vigor on freshly fallen snow
Their rosy red cheeks fully aglow.
Carolers singing along the snow covered street
each one adorned with a smile to greet
With sleigh bells jingling
and people joyously singing.
The aroma of roasted chestnuts swirls in the frosty air
On Maple street near the town square.
The White Chapel's steeple reaching toward the sky
A glorious symbol to the faithful eye.
Inside the tiny White Chapel with lights burn bright
a beacon to the world on this most glorious of nights.
Inside rich harmonious voices with glory to sing
As flying wild geese with the moon on their wings.
The parson adorned in modest vestment
As the choir sings- a worthy testament
Outside its silent, still and calm
Inside the congregation seeks the Savior's healing balm.
Cheerful hearts gratitude they bring
patiently waiting to celebrate the birth of their king.
For it came upon a mid night clear
as their voices raise for the Lord to hear.
Inside grandma's cottage on this snowy Christmas Eve
snuggled warmly asleep in their bed
waiting for Santa's with presents filled in his sled.
Billy, Tommy, Freddy and Steve
Next to the fireplace for Santa to find.
A glass of warm milk and cookies to dine.
Upstairs Sally and Sue unable to sleep
waiting for Santa to get a sneak peek.
Christmas Tree lights blink with a fury
the children wanting Santa to hurry
And mom and dad quietly sitting
Grandma in her rocker quietly knitting.
Decorated stockings hung with care from the fireplace
Sally’s and grandpa's adored with red and white lace
photos of grandchildren that grew up too fast
Grandmother's cottage with memories of Christmases past.
Pandora’s library is an eclectic group of gorgeous well-loved things
Dragons, gargoyles, faeries, fantasy books that lead to diamond rings
There is a whimsy and cherished feeling that cannot be denied,
For within Pandora lives her inner child, with a smile wide
Pandora is ageless, this coffee mug collector, who loves her books.
Missives of romance and poetry. some collected for their pretty looks.
She has a shelf of her childhood picture books also, from her mother.
She has not kept any missives selected by her blood-thirsty brother.
Her world is upside down fun, enthusiasm on a pogo stick.
She keeps herself alive and well, and lays fantasy on rather thick.
Her library guardians - gargoyles and dragons, come along at night
She will be sneak reading next to this bookshelf with a red flash light
Yes, under the fluffy bed covers, she can often be found.
Not making a peep, not making a sound
Remembering how often she had to sneak, book-bound
As she read well into the night, when her folks were around.