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I am not the perfect poet,
you and I both know it,
though surely we could share,
our time with rhyme and reason,
springtime, snowdrop, couplets,
summer days of sunshine sonnets,
autumnal skies of falling paper leaves,
winters filled with warming verse?
Perhaps I've been too scared,
to tempt, or fraternise with fate,
now having taken too long,
and having left it all so late,
to pen this page,
with words of alliterative verse,
against this world of woe,
where life's adversities seem to get worse,
I'm plucking up the courage now,
to ask if you and me,
could possibly agree,
provided it's not problematic,
provided this is not treason,
that I could somehow be,
your poet for all seasons?
My heart, feeling like a heavy lump weighing all over all me,
Closed itself in a chest full of demoniac seeds
Hoping, that by doing so, it would bring itself to destruction,
Yes, it would rot and decay
To such an extent that it would forget about the pain,
The hurt, the feeling of having been taken for granted
The shock of having been taken for an emotionless doll
Meant to be used and abused
Meant to kept there, on a decorative shelf
Having as duty, the sole responsibility of keeping silent
And allowing life to act as it deems it right, upon me!
"I am leaving," I whispered with a teary breath
On a piece of scroll meant for the lover to read
After he would wake!
I knew, I would miss his comfort, his steady breath,
His stability, his rule over me, his imposed limits,
All which allowed me to thrive,
As long as I remained blind
To the fact that I was not enough for him!
Then, placing my hand over the Fate screen,
Blinking dangerously to how souls
Were being armed with sins,
I just let myself be propelled into a world
Where living is trapped by the laws of actions and reactions!
Yes, a world seeming to be both heaven and hell
Depending upon its location
Depending upon its whims
Pray, if nature chose not to destroy
Why, it's humans themselves who resorted to do so!
At least, here, I knew, I would suffer
Yes, here, I would be so taken up by woes
That I would forget about that which I left up there
There, a place whose name I have even forgotten!
But what I expected not was to meet with supernatural phenomenon
What I expected not was to experience celestial love
What I expected not was to meet love, here, toiling,
Like me, in human form
Trying to adjust to life's tempo
Trying to secure his uncertain future
Trying to find me, to save me,
And our love!
Pray,
If love erred
And now wants to be forgiven
Why, does it not become my aim
Does it not become my loyalty
To appease it and to love it back?
Somehow, this world shall fade into nothingness
What shall matter is the fact that we shall succeed in getting back there
There, a place whose name I have now forgotten
To help bring Earth back to life again
As it had been our home, for a while!
For Contest Fantasy
Sponsored by Deborah Guenther Beachboard
Written on 25th March 2018
There is sun after the rain
Let me first catch my fast train
Greed will leave you with no gain
There is healing after pain
Leave your worries in the drain
I did not notice you have gone astray
Wasting away like the gray of today
Well, God is here and He will lead the way
For now, let go of remaining dismay
I still have hope that we will be okay
Not much in mind – it does not make sense
But, make sure to make my shoulders less tense
Throw away regrets and seek repentance
God’s mercy gives us hope and acceptance
Waiting for a sign of deliverance
I am feeling more and more on my own
But, I have faith that I am not alone
Reminders of the past, like a ringing phone,
Kept repeating my downfalls, far from unknown
I believe His light of truth will be shown
There is hope in store – can’t mope anymore
Life is not always a thought to ignore
Maybe the reason you closed the door
Is because you have lost something you adore
Well, I know what you’re looking for…
I am not buying your little mind games
All I have left is thrown into the flames
I remember the times you called me fowl names
Somehow, I will forgive you with no shames
No one needs to take the blames
There is life after demise
No need to be fooled – be wise!
Do not fall for bitter lies
Instead, give ear to our cries
Doubt no more, poor weeping eyes!
You buried me alive by your passionate fire
You drowned my drive to fly by your desire
I am the only one, surviving in this horrid wasteland
I am barely breathing without you – so, take my hand
Take this young heart, for I’m feeling numb
You told me you can save me from anxiety
You told me you can push away my fears
You told me you can start believing in me
You told me you can wipe away my tears
At least understand where I’m coming from
I remember you would hold me tight
I remember I was your beloved kite
You’ve turned into someone else – you’re not who I thought you were
I realized that we were restless lovers…why are we still finding a cure?
Longing and awaiting His incredible Kingdom
And I thought I was living a dream
Instead, I am shattering by the seams…
Why do your eyes constantly beam?
Oh, how my distraught heart screams!
I’m a fighter, I’m a believer, and I’m a stronger person now somehow…
You told me, you told me to stand tall
You told me, you told me to be loyal
Maybe, I shouldn’t listen to you anymore
Wondering if you’re still the one I adore
I’m a brave warrior, wandering in the broad valley…sweat on my brow…
Please tell me something I do not know…
I am speechless – you say nothing new…
I take a bow, for it’s the end of our show
I am miserable more or less – don’t know what to do…
I hear you knocking on my front door, but I do not feel like answering it
I hear you calling me on my phone, but I feel like ignoring it as I see fit
Don’t know why we have miles between us
Don’t know why the time goes by so fast
Don’t know why we aren’t on the same bus
Don’t know why I can’t let go of the past
I’m the only one, buried alive by this love affair
I am so breathless – tell me how we can play fair
I wish to clasp and embrace you very close,
Rip open my throbbing heart,
And share love with you, my Rose
And never breathe moments apart
Often I visualize you all through the day
And feel I can see you very near,
Smiling and retorting to all I say,
But is that really you my dear?
Every day I pray that you will call
Make moments of my day joyous and bright,
I know I can only my memories recall,
And my sulking face is certainly not a great sight.
But I am sure now,
That I can reason and express what I mean.
And when I toss & turn, but sleep somehow,
You will appear and be with me in my dream……
I was cleaning my room tonight
and came across a guitar pick,
one of your used.
A further search
among broken staple cartridges,
multi-colored plastic coated
and classic metal paperclips and
pennies, produced
five other picks,
worn down from their
original rounded triangles
to somewhat odd circles.
I laid the picks out in a circle
like flat quartz rocks against
the sand-colored formica of my desk.
Two sky blues, one pink
and two tortoise shells.
I close my eyes and hear your blues,
and mine surge like a wave
until I gasp for air.
I treasured away your discarded picks
in a heart-shaped ceramic dish
that got broken somehow
in the move at the separation.
There should be more than this,
but I became unsupportive, you said,
when I tired of the smoky bars,
and then I wanted a degree,
which absorbed any extra energy,
so you no longer pitched me your picks
or thought I cared.
Maybe someone new gets your leftovers,
But I'm better off not knowing,
just in case there is a limit past
the pain of which I couldn't take.
But I'll keep living anyway,
As long as there is a sun in the morning
and the moon at night,
I'll live for the rises and sets
if that's all I get.
All Dreams Matter
In a dream I envisioned all of the “protestors” dropping their banners, joining hands, making an agreement to meet every evening for as long as necessary to bring about the changes that would ensure the meaning of the lives that matter.
Imagine what could happen if those thousands of people gathered in a neighborhood, walked through the streets and playgrounds picking up the drug paraphernalia that endangers their children; sat on the park benches as children played of a summer evening; stood as one in the face of the drug dealers.
Imagine what could happen if the preachers stopped preaching and started acting; politicians stopped pontificating, showed up when the camera crews left.
Imagine what could happen if the protestors stopped shouting and started talking to each other, listening to each other, sat down with each other to share a cup of coffee, a sunset, an evening without fear.
All lives matter…..to someone….Every death is a scar upon humanity. Every tear an acid pain etched into a heart, every night an endless darkness, every sunrise an emptiness.
I dream dreams too long dreamt, too long unfulfilled.
I close my eyes in silent protest of shattered dreams hoping that somehow we can piece the dreams together because all dreams matter.
John G. Lawless
7/14/2015
Saffron sunbeam swelters and sway.
Vividly scattering its burgeoning brightness.
Aurora is splendid, the dawning on our day
Awarding us admiration, now till darkness.
Magical orchid exudes a calm garden.
Autumn-loving meadow bird warden.
Roses of sorrow willow petals fall to Earth.
Shadowy blackbird spirit seeking worth.
Butterflies are haunted by their essence
Destiny, svelte and elusive existence.
I asked her name, as she sang "Amazing Grace".
She labeled this somehow "Serendipity Grace."
"Ah, well, it sounds very zealous and mellifluous.
Please, beautiful angel, keep playing audacious.
Written: October 24, 2022
on my mum and dads side
If women could hear men’s thoughts
would the hear it in a man or woman’s voice
If Thanos doubled the resources nobody needed to die
I always tell the truth
No matter where I lie
IF we all stopped talking would everyone be listening
If I put off tomorrow what I should have done today
It will probably keep till after the weekend
Had a party no one came
So I guess it wasn’t
The art of start is it starts with star
and ends in tart
between the universe
Baked cakes
Heaven somehow stands
Is a single string a strand
Afraid not
Hearing a shows music announce its end
Hiding my face in plain sight
That face is not mine
Not being me just for two knights walk in to an inn
A pirate plays piano
Someone shrieks a song
See 20, 000 is that it’s maximum depth
Like 20, 001 would the turn tin can
Not unless
Disney is really good at making stories written by other people
Off topic-why isn’t Andrew in jail
Prince is glad he changed his name
Does snoop know he’s smoking weed
Could you slip him a plain cigarette once in a while
Do planes get higher over him
I think I would be great at golf
I am alway looking in grass for my dogs ball
Penfold-my English teacher taught me how to hate words sorry doing this bit where I share
Gormandise
Is flying walking for flies
What do blind people visualise internally
Shaking my spear at will
Poor will
Always told to fire at him
Wright write right rite(which ever you choose)
Am outtie
I know I am getting old,
But I have not put making a budget on hold,
And the theory does not leave me cold,
As my marbles point to it being worth its weight in gold
Yet counting marbles I don't own,
is letting me down,
Making me feel like a clown,
As I try to get rid of a frown.
I have sought all sorts of advice,
On how to get my head out of this vice,
So my budget can include some rice,
But all the feedback was not nice.
Maybe counting the number of fingers in my pie is beyond me now,
And predicting which day my bank fees are due,
I longer know how,
I even must factor in penalties somehow,
Which has left permanent wrinkles on my brow.
What with that and covid -19 making the cash,
I have managed to stash,
In value, about to crash,
As cards now only way to get some potatoes to mash,
No wonder I am breaking out in a rash.
I had planned to make a lash,
Out of a curtain sash,
To give to my favourite politician in lieu of cash,
But saw some women dressed in leather at his door holding a more expensive
lash,
That, suggests my budget blues will not be solved by acting rash,
And I will have to wait til covid -19 has done its dash,
Hoping I am still around with my cash,
When those holding on to plastic will no longer have potatoes to mash,
And my budget blues will be gone in a flash.