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In the blue sky, loving blue birds hover close by,
Ducks swim gracefully on the shining lake nearby,
Nature's beauty enchants, as we stroll hand in hand,
On life's path, together, united, we stand.
Willow tree limbs awaken from the wintry cold,
Love blooms like spring fever, a tale yet untold,
Destination unknown, we fearlessly roam,
Arm in arm, my dear, we're building our home.
Pink cherry blossoms, with black marks they bear,
Yet their beauty and grace, my heart can't help but stare,
Emotional highs and lows, our interactions may see,
But your affectionate love, forever cherished it'll be.
Roses smile in the beautiful spring morn,
Dewdrops on stems, emotions they adorn,
Though hurdles may come, our journey won't stall,
Arm in arm, my dear, together we'll conquer all.
My tongue, a beast that bites me first.
I wanna shut it down,
never to speak again.
My voice, a wild river,
Yet keeps flooding, careless of consequence.
My lips, in a race,
while everyone hopes—
“Would they ever learn silence?”
My brain, too messy,
Spills out without a thought.
All cures, I’ve tried—
Nothing worked.
The words kept flying—
Some hurt. Some haunt. Some hang in the air.
Some make them shift, some make them stare.
Some push away… each one a weight I carry alone.
I’ve grown. I’m “mature.”
Yet I hate what some people adore.
I wish to sit in solitude,
even when the room hums with chaos.
But I fail,
Once I speak,
I drown in the noise.
I regret, I feel guilty,
But there's no button to erase.
I never speak wrong or false,
Just the words,
that shift in meaning, lost in translation.
The voice, once echoed,
makes those who care, who love,
wish they’d never known me.
A disappointment on their face—
Wishing they could rewind just one moment back.
They want me to change,
Not go wild, not lose control and be mad.
Not shout, not blurt, not make myself known.
I am an embarrassment,
a mistake they wish had stayed silent.
Love on condition,
weirdly care.
teaching lessons through guilt and unease.
Yet I forget, the very next moment,
and I can’t tell.
Extroversy - my storm,
Introversy - a dream I never reach.
I stand here on the precipice of my life's darkness
with a clarity of thought
A mirror of my years lay on the surface of my mind
Below, emotions hide deeper
I wonder if there should be more
And what would more look like
Muddled by decisions and choices due to human folly
that gave an emotion's coat to wear in all seasons
I stare into my mirror...find silence
My mind's surface is covered in ripples from memories
truths bent by graying years and measured time
where thoughts were given to tomorrow
and yesterdays were left along deserted roads
traveled on by people I had met along the way
with their own follies
I can't help but think...to what end
What does it all mean, and to whom
now in life's twilight before it's dark suffocates me
I allow my mind to wander
10/7/18 contest I Stand Here
Seeing and being seen changes both the looker and the looked upon. A watched clock seems to hold its breath, hands frozen, its self-consciousness exposed. A furtive glance, once stolen, lingers too long and ripens into a stare. Awareness slips into self-consciousness. The moment the watched one feels observed and the looker looks away, the game is up, and the power changes. The watched one now has control with their stare, commanding the field of attention. It's a see-saw game of self-consciousness; power flipping with each returned look. Every watching eye casts a shadow. It's a silhouette of exposure. It must acknowledge this, step into it, and learn to dwell within, hiding. The eye sometimes seeks to be noticed. It wants to evoke a reaction and show its presence, rebounding. In that mutual eye-to-eye recognition, love begins.
when eyes meet and hold,
attention flips from lost stares—
to love caught ensnared
She:
How very noble of you to say such.
But I disagree.
If this is where it is meant to be,
I would have smile rather than a smug.
He:
About two decades ago.
On rainy day.
I saw a sight, a sight that roasted my heart.
And not only my heart by the way.
She:
Ha-ha
He:
Hilarious, but it is very much true.
I vowed to myself that I would make her mine.
The following day, still a rainy day.
I stood by the path she took.
With a bunch of roses from my garden.
I had revised my lines all night.
She:
A very bold move that was.
He:
I thought so too.
But we did not think alike.
I greeted her modestly with the flowers in hand.
All she did was stare at me and walked right past.
She:
What a terrible person.
He:
I did not think that way at that time.
You have to understand that I was perfectly whipped.
I thought she was just playing coy.
Nevertheless, the exact following day.
With a bunch of fresh flowers.
The sun fortunately had smiled on me.
I felt optimistic.
She:
Did it pay off?
He:
Well, at that time it did not.
Pardon my harshness,
But she had a heart like that of a tiger then.
I would not know now though.
However on that sunny day.
Passing right by me, she said..
“Should you not be on a rail road or something?
A girl of my calibre would never find you as a suitor”
You can imagine my embarrassment.
She:
(Aghast)
He:
I was never a man to give up easily.
Even after being told she had denied many suitors.
Including the noble as you like to call them.
She was waiting for a white night, they said.
I tried anyway.
She:
I did not……you look….
He:
I courted her for a good year and a half.
Brought her flowers, which were always tossed.
I bought her chocolates once.
With the very last of my pennies.
She threw them in a river.
Caught a cold waiting for her to pass by her path.
She scowled at me.
Did not even offer me shelter of her umbrella.
(c) Herzel Poshiwa
Form:
I don't want to chase down the sun on the beach,
I don't need to stand in the sand with the ocean at my feet,
I don't care to stare into where the water and atmosphere meet,
if it's not where you'll be
Sleep is still sleep even without the promise of a dream,
but why shoot for stars if the moon doesn't dance in their gleam,
I s'pose my hands will never know how far my arms can reach,
if it's not where you'll be
I'll never set sail in the billow of a breeze,
looking down upon the crown onto a canopy of trees,
the song my heart may sing will forever be off-key,
if it's not where you'll be
As moonlight threatens
the night's ebon cloak.
A blistering thought
has kept me woke.
This thought so vile
so terribly grim,
yet so fulfilling
to my every whim.
I leave the warmth of my bed chamber
and into the cold damp street.
To quench this gnawing craving
deep in my heart so deep.
As I pass strolling strangers,
I turn up collar to cutting air.
They seem oblivious to dangers
and look through me, as thou I were not there.
I walk with purpose like a hunter,
deep in the dark wood.
In search of a sacred something
so sweet, delicate and good.
Finally I duck into a small cafe,
where I have had success in past.
Snaring unsuspecting prey,
to star in this role that must be cast.
I slide so stealth into vacant booth.
Where I'm forced face to face,
with this moment's
moment of truth.
My waitress smiles and pours
a tall, thick cup of Joe.
I find myself blowing and sipping
very carefully and very slow.
And there one of Zeus' daughters parked
with one hand playfully twisting her golden hair.
The other gently cutting with a fork
a delightful chocolate Eclair.
I watched ever longingly
as her lips caressed every delicious bite.
It was then and there I knew
my chosen victim of this night.
Then she stood up
so regal yet so fair,
paid and looked at me,
with a pure endearing stare.
She then walked out the door
and gently out of sight.
Disappearing like a sweet vapor
into the misty mystic night.
As her perfume soon left
the now sad lonely air.
I asked my lovely waitress
for a tempting chocolate Eclair.
So she sorrowfully informed me
that the lovely lady had had the last.
I then had to alter my well laid plans,
and alter them rather fast.
With heart frantically beating and beating,
and the search of the menu repeating and repeating,
for a substitute to satisfy.
And there for my appetite at last
the words "Lemon Meringue Pie."
Now so graciously placed before me,
this heaven's little slice.
With every taste teasing and pleasing,
I decided to try it twice.
As I took the last bite stalling,
I could hear my conscious calling.
I told self we'll pay Piper tomorrow,
but tonight I'm feeding gluttony and drowning sorrow.
9/25/18
Once more we see the signs of the restart
as nature wakens plants with her magic art.
We laugh as at long last winter does depart
leaving us full of joy and light of heart.
Leafy branches conceal from sight the hart
by the still pond bees and dragonflies dart.
The lovers dreamily stare then drift apart
startled as one of the cows gives off a fart.
The posy opens slyly showing off its blackheart
only to be smothered by the nettle upstart.
The cook is busy making a large fruit tart
while in the parlour the cows gives us a quart.
Spring so full of promise show us your heart
as you bring vibrant life and a brand new start.
Never-ending aftershocks of yesterday’s tomorrow has settled in my mind’s eye…there’s so much out there to look forward to…I’d rather not die, but indeed, I must live to see the light of day take wing from on high! Cleanse me with your hope, oh Lord of Accord and you are so perfectly imperfect to me…and you shine bright like a diamond in the cave and you mirror my pain with healing, crystal-clear rain! I’m out of my mind in the past, present and future…what’s my fate? What is there in store for me? Why do I hestitate? I hesitate for the sake of Your honor-packed jubilance, not his blasphemed envy! Good news (It’s intriguing! Very!) – I’m suriving and still standing tall; bad news (nothing brand-new or exciting really): I failed the test with a F- for failure to the extreme…your sub-zero eyes see right through me and I can feel the coals heating up in my heart! I’m mad to begin with and I’m sick of breaking apart! Deplorable Reality’s strategic tragedy stings like billion’s of buzzin’ busy bees out of their honey dens or hives! Deal with the cards, roll the dice. Feel my words – you’re my livin’ sacrifice! We need a happily ever after after all! Deplorable Reality’s strategic tragedy stings like billion’s of buzzin’ busy bees out of their honey dens or hives! You kill’d me inside and out and I won’t pout like a child, running about! You killed me with your lonesome song and I have no slight doubt about that, if you know what I am speaking of no doubt! Are you damaged by your suicidal depression? Do you have any clue what I’ve been through? Deplorable Reality’s strategic tragedy stings like billion’s of buzzin’ busy bees out of their honey dens or hives! I am a money saver, but a worthless beggar or an ungrateful waster OR a real big spender ~ I don’t mean to offend a single soul or drive anyone insane in any way, shape or form…I am just telling you the truth straight out of my brain while I lay down and type this verse up in my solitary, yet unique, wild and stunning-blue dorm…avoiding a bee swarm like escaping a windstorm with stingers flying all around me every direction I turn! Every angle I watch, there is danger looking at me straight in the eyes…replicating the death stare of the Lord of the Flies…my hope and faith withers and dries like a weed, left in the sun…pulled up from the ground by the gardener himself…rotting away…today…
i don't go to the beach anymore
my emotions go insane when i think of the bloody footprints in the sand
the wrong decisions made are like half my body eaten by sea carnivores
the waves give me migraines to the point where my equilibrium has eczema in its whiplash
the sun melts my skin to the point of an electric shock straightjacket
if my heart was chocolate milk, i would become so pale that i would have to classify as caucasian
i went to see a seaside doctor, but all that she did was smile at the view
i went to see a specialized counsellor, but all he did was stare wonderingly at the view
i tried to make a friend, but all she wanted to do was shop for her new oceanfront condo
instead i decided to give God a try, and all he did was Listen
i want to go to the intracoastal waterway
i dig the peace and its careful directional flow
eventually lower blood pressure and ultimate Peace of Mind will lead me back to the ocean
until then, God Is Not Through With Me Yet, and i will never be done Listening To and Believing In Him....