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After This
Somebody said, there’ll be a morning after
But it will always be, preceded by the night
Escorting morning, re-emerging laughter
Beleaguered souls, once again takes flight
Sometimes, those nights were dim and long
Loved ones lament, with no sound, no song
Delaying the birth of a brand new day
Thoughts all in turmoil, yet quietly pray
An emotional yet triumphant moment
For her, a journey beyond the firmament
Her night has ended, gone her tiresome load
Finally in that celestial city, her eternal abode
Somebody succinctly said, life goes on
Yes in our hearts, but ultimately gone
A gratified façade our emotions to hide
New day, bright sunshine, yet cold outside
Gentle as you are, you come uninvited but oh so quietly
as your floral scents permeate you arrive bipinnately
Invigorating every tree and garden full of parsley
with evening's refresh breezing in succinctly
With futuristic birth that winter could not borrow
you draw us in then gift us with tomorrow
Sprigs of blooming life grow inside your yarrows
insuring us with every shade of rainbow
Calendar favored you are the in between season
ear marked for a very good reason
renewed and refreshed you are a beacon
without treason
Gentle as you are Spring, you arrive just in time
like a rose, getting ready to consign.
There are bright twinkling stars obscured by a sprinkling of clouds.
Oh! Starry, starry night with a crescent moon to give light~
Then a hint of daybreak with some faint light, the light that reveals
more with each passing fantasy flight...
Explosion of red on horizon revealing silhouetted black clouds to the south.
The distant cock-a-doodle-do of the fighting red roosters echoes through the dark
outline of forest trees.
Sound that is floating upward and outward
greeting the sun inviting it to come on up to light and warm their world..
A Mockingbird chatters, an early riser, up and already singing his welcome to the
white-haired lady 'pon the porch..
There's a stillness and peace that saturates my being~peace, peace wonderful
peace.
A blazing sun now cast upon clouds a glow like a fire against chared blazing logs
crackling in the hearth warming the body through and through..
Nature greets the morn with open arms
instead of greeting it like one who greets the warmth of
hearth with hands rubbing and shivering waiting for the touch of heat.
Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich
Contest: Succinctly Free(SF)
Written: 11-11-13
A simpler time of simpler rhyme.
Filled with romance simply sublime.
An angels voice from yesteryear.
Sounds oh so nice in this boys ear.
A love of love for love's sweet sake.
And dream's for two a future make.
In today's world the past is pale.
So nice to hear love's not for sale.
Crackling and plinking mix so succinctly.
On a record recording done so distinctly.
An era gone by reminiced in the air.
So glad that they did so that we now can share.
It's funny to think of the people gone by.
It almost always brings a tear to my eye.
So to think that Dear Doris is still here today.
Give's promise that everyone will find their way.
For the sing to me contest/ Doris Day's Tea for Two
He is so angry; school is the least of his worries.
Sad are his days; he is nine.
Grandma wants to kick them out; step grandpa hates them
aunt hates them
everyone hates them
they have lived in and out of shelters.
been kicked out - he and his three year old sister
along with their mother who hates a lot of people.
he is on his mother's side.
he gets angry if things are pointed out too succinctly.
I believe my mother, he says when asked if he heard grandma
say she is kicking them out.
defensive, angry, a concrete wall,
built to keep him safe,
to keep his sadness inside
the floodgates are not about to open.
he makes sure of that.
never let them see your tears, his mother says.
I may have to live under bridges.
but you cannot come.
you will have to live with your dad.
you will be homeless, and he will not want you,
but it would not be fair to take you with me.
i will be so homeless.
hopeless, homeless, rejected, dejected,
his anger comes out at school, classmates loathe him.
not realizing what he has to do to cover up his sadness.
Turn of An Unfriendly Card
(Tarot 3 of Swords)
I cannot empathize with a shattered heart.
That image of a fragile, breakable baby pink orb
Is insulting to how I feel.
The turn of an unfriendly card depicts three swords
thrust into a still beating heart
I feel the sliver blade of that first sword
plunge hard, deep and succinctly.
I gasp with the pain in my chest
I feel the second as it severs sideways
and tears my heart from side to side
and as grief overwhelms my shredded heart,
the third slides neatly, methodically
down the middle until it dismembers
the connection to keeping it all together,
and I double over, sink to the floor, rock my body
and cry.
What I avoided is staring at me
daring me
to accept the inevitable and grow from upheaval
Become something greater that the puddle I’ve collapsed into,
grow something strong from the richness
of the blood-meal soaked earth.
The sword hurts and tears again while being pulled out
in necessary preparation for the healing to begin.
My heart is not fragile.
This aspect is succinctly told by, W.Somerset Maugham from an Arab tale:
The speaker is Death:
There was a merchant in Baghdad who sent his servant to market to buy provisions and in a little while the servant came back, white and trembling, and said, "Master, just now when I was in the market-place I was jostled by a woman in the crowd and when I turned I saw Death had jostled me. She looked at me and made a threatening gesture; now, lend me your horse, and I will ride away from this city and avoid my fate. I will go to Samarra and there Death will not find me". The merchant lent him his horse, and the servant mounted it, and he dug his spurs in its flanks and as fast as the horse could gallop he went. Then the merchant went down to the market-place and he saw me standing in the crowd and he came to me and said, "Why did you make a threatening gesture to my servant when you saw him this morning?" "That was not a threatening gesture," I said, "It was only a state of surprise. I was astonished to see him in Baghdad, for I had an appointment with him tonight in Samarra".
(A far older version forms part of the Babylonian Talmud)
Keep it brief, compact, concise.
Say it precisely, shred excess words.
Use exact simple words, chosen carefully,
pithy and strong to convey what you mean,
with no fluffy stuff or beating around the bush
Short and sweet the aim,
to the point skewered;
sharply focused, no fuzz to confuse.
Avoid coping out by adding weak,
mealy words that betrays
laziness and carelessness.
If you struggle to find the words
to express what you mean,
your uncertainty and imprecision
reveals that you don't really understand the issues.
Its time to think again and work it out.
If you can't explain it simply and succinctly
you don't really understand it adequately.
Food for thought
Our hearts are linked by an umbilical-chord;
We feed each other, food for thought.
I lay down my jacket so you can walk upon it,
To save your painted toes from getting wet.
For unbelievable beauty do I see in you my Queen;
I think your daughter sees the Devil in my beard.
I need you to fall in love at third sight,
I’ve only met you twice in this phoenix afterlife.
For as relationships die, new relationships are sought;
My aphrodisiac, you give me food for thought.
For I am lost in lust, just begging for your touch;
So soft upon this metaphor love.
Her I could love with ease, my Liege.
For in her desires I see me.
No I am not being arrogant;
I am simply saying she is Heaven sent.
After a life time of Hell, I now see my past,
Present and future tense.
She is relaxing in a bath, as I go to see if the dinner is ready yet.
The kids are asleep, or watching T.V.,
As my empathetic angel, sings so succinctly.
A song of love, inspired by me,
She tells me later as our family eats.
My love you give me food for thought.
My love for you is eternal. Please become my woman, my girl.
Your parents will always see you as their daughter, (alas)
No matter what happens, they will love you forever.
But I will always see you as a woman first and foremost
And this eternal bond between us should never be severed.
You need a Man to remind you who you are.
You shining star, you are truly inspirational.
You may feel that you are solely a Mothercare;
But I am here to show you, that you are so much more.
You are the sexiest woman on the planet,
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again.
You my dear are simply J-Lo speaking Spanish;
If my tears are your nourishment, then let it rain.
(C)2011 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
He's been a ruler you
can't see
like a measuring stick
in hiding
He's been hiding the fact
he can see
but would you believe
his findings?
They've been watching
his back intensely
while he fills their heads
succinctly
Being light years ahead
is empty
guess that's why
they assumed he's ditzy
Couldn't be further from facts
he's shifty
while he raises the bar
he's shifting
On a whole other plane
he's flying
into spaces that match
his timing
Snuffing the wick of a witch
that's scrying
trying to see where his light
is hiding
In the dark many eyes
are crying
in disbelief of results
from spying
He just gives of himself
as tithing
is as natural to him
as rhyming
As for all of the ties
& bindings
it actually helped to
release the shining
Look to see what the All
is designing
it's unique dare I say
inspiring
They say the temp of
the earth is rising
so why isn't he
like the rest perspiring?