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"What are you afraid of losing? When you own nothing in this world".
To cherish a flower yet to perish
To gaze upon the ways of life
As you slowly fade away
Tell me or better yet ask yourself
Why bother?
Conversation,Communication,Comprehension.
To start a topic and give suggestions
Discuss on concepts and break down steps
The assimilation of the other
But then nothing is equal
So why search for it?
Why bother involving
The ache on my lips
The constant itch in my eyes
The heavy swallows at night
A recurring routine
I believed if I said my mind and explained
Once, twice
I could be understood......
However I'm surrounded with translucent figures
With a clear conscience
A lot unsaid, my tired heart can't continue
And so I've a reached a state
Without a warning from it nor a whine from me, I was first captured. In that
same moment I was arrested. I then embraced the moment, or was it I who was embraced? I shall never disregard nor underestimate the emotions and the power of 'A Moment'. A moment takes no regard for anything with which one may be presently engaged. The moment makes no suggestions, but only demands that we stop and stand in attention to whatever it commands. Before the moment ever arrives, it has already devised the beauty of its embrace.
I tell you, it turned my head quicker than the love of my life at first site. I confess, no human has ever floored me like that young lady I met in Evanston
50 years ago, but I have to say that the tree across the street, flashing like a neon sign on a glorious fall day, defies all comparisons. As I walked down the second floor hallway of our home, I looked up and through the window. It was 'The Moment' that captured and arrested me. 'That Moment' promises me a golden memory of a lifetime.
It happened more than 10 years ago at a very busy season in my life, but she stopped and dared me to daze into her golden brown leaves and her outstretched limbs. No, it wasn't the Tree of Life in the Garden of Eden, but in a flash, an instance, 'That Moment' refreshed my life and reinvigorated my entire being.
072720PSCtest, Just A Moment, John Lawless
If idiocy and democracy could carry the blame..
If intent and purpose were one and the same
If love and life wasn't such an uneven game
Before even a given name, it goes from whence it came.
If morals and law walked hand in hand.
If time and destiny weren't found in sand.
If emotion and words were something on which we stand.
Instead Doubt and controversy lead to mayhem.
If money and power only created beauty.
If compassion and understanding were the call of duty.
If chaos and exhaustion were rutti tutti.
If each step down every path was leveled up by fractions
If gifts and praise had no retractions.
If thought and empathy were contained in actions
If interaction held no distraction but this kind of stuff just never happens.
If information was in communication.
If explanation wasn't up for interpretation
If generations could just find the combination
Then a divine creation wouldn't be destined to obliviation.
If lessons and trangressions were viewed as blessings
If expressions and impressions weren't just suggestions
If a reflection and it's perception were never misconceptions.
But exceptions and questions are wrongly mistaken as regression. that they lessen? Disable progression?
If sympathy wasn't held captive mentally.
If empathy was done intentionally.
If our identity was restricted to serenity.
But this isn't reality.
All the if, and, but has presented me the necessity of questionability of many. Like the integrity of loyalty and the complexity of morality. All this fumbuzzles the hell out of me.
For the prosperity of this entity rest primarily with the ability to rationally see thru with fierce intensity what fundamentally makes us human.
Delusional Variety.
Back Seat Driver
Up front and hidden from the rear view mirror my rational emotion takes
a back seat from suggestions of behind when looking forward and beyond
Built in a chip on the hard shoulder of the pathway calls out ‘be careful slow
speed up’ ‘break do not break’ ‘watch the police’ internalised surveillance
Highway signs and low way warnings ever so smoothly stipulate escape
from chaos lost bearings baring truths exposed and rolling forward past
The course lobbies concourse’s constrictions of wide open spaces traffic jams
congestion when all I wish is move ahead but the the rat race rat
Mental rodents on the road gnaw through the fabric of my mind where is
no want for stabbings in the back when need surpasses constant chatter
My pilot light on auto - forward seeks transmission manually and steady step by step
progression roundabout traffic islands four way stops diversions parking lots
I suppose with all that panoply of trappings I do not benefit from a back seat remote
controlling driver when all I need is lean back enjoy and contemplate the ride
24th November 2016
(Thank God, when I posted my poem a second time , I could enter it in the contest. But I am retaining my old post as I have many comments on it . I thank all my poet friends who helped me with suggestions, especially Mystic Rose Rose. My soupmail is non functional most of the time)
The naked hills are clad in snow
Blurring the houses that line up in a row
The wind that blows is icy chill
Freezing cold is the water of the rill
Trees, stand stripped and bare
But so much gaiety is in the air
Lightings from all houses shine
Sending out a radiance divine
Christmas trees stand finely decorated
Cribs are colourfully illuminated
The day has come when Christ was born
In our midst as the greatest boon
He came not in glory arrayed
But in a poor man’s rags clad
Took birth not in a palace of gold
But in a deserted manger of old
Poor shepherds were the sole witness
They beheld his radiant face in stillness
The whole world is under his magic sway
As love for all is his wondrous way
Jesus came down from Heaven on Earth
To offer the world its true mirth
To dole out the priceless treasure of peace
To see all bitterness and enmity cease
Merry ditties shall echo from every street
And children will sing Christmas carols sweet
From the angelic band will rise the refrain
“Peace on Earth and goodwill to all men”
Nov.20. 2022
~ Placed Eighth~
Most Beautiful Christmas Poem Contest
Sponsor – Mystic Rose Rose
2009 and the expenses scandal
Made Gordon Brown, the Prime Minister, lament
So John Bercow, was appointed new ‘Speaker’
To be ‘The Commons’ new broom, was his intent
But he was faced, with an unlikely challenge
In his efforts to clean up ‘the house’
For running loose, in his official residence
Was a small, grey, furry, wily mouse
‘The Speaker’s’ efforts to entrap his visitor
All failed, with equal measure
So Sally, his wife, used her ‘Twitter’ account
To seek help on catching the creature
“Eeek, we have a mouse!” she did post
“And under the dish washer it’s run,
It’s Sunday, and the ‘mouse-catcher’s’ day off
Can someone tell me – what can be done?”
“My husband’s been ever so manly
But all of his efforts have failed,
Please can someone come up with a plan
To put this small rodent in jail?”
Suggestions came from near and far,
But all of them failed to succeed
The mouse still evaded the Bercow’s grasp
This led Labour MP, Gordon Prentice, to plead
To ‘The Commons’, “Why not have a resident cat
To rid ‘The House’ of the mouse population?”
But the members said, “No – that’s inhumane
We prefer control over eradication
This ‘House’ has stood for centuries, and,
There’s always been a problem with mice
But to bring in a cat, to kill them all
Well, the voters wouldn’t consider that, nice!
That’s why Parliament employs the ‘mouse-catcher’
To monitor and control the pests
So, until he can catch the Bercow’s mouse,
They’ll just have to live with their uninvited guest!”
Another meeting for the important elected procedure,
attainment and its necessity for the believer.
Those trivial suggestions by all means to please,
to the sympathy of the dutiful ear, like the chill of a morning breeze.
Controlling manipulation changing direction,
arty serenade with confusing conception.
Smitten confessions as tangible bribe,
like tinkles of repeated mono chords that have something to hide.
Cannot change the fallible structure regardless its loss,
the hammered maze charmingly with strokes of fate to toss.
So many ‘ifs’ that must do thunder,
sparking the ideal of burden to take under.
Questioning liberation with more questions chiming the gasp and moan,
while superior compassion providing the free buffet as tone.
The imprisoned alternative cries in many hearts,
the orator voice still conducting his inspiring sacrificing arts.
Those marches of the all experienced brave,
the nerving monotone at the edge, by the martyrs cave.
The caffeinated beverage becomes the inner hug with little release,
leaving conceptions so pale in forethought to please.
Countless compartments of wasted attentions looking for the door,
when the same same mounts to the erected surprise on this floor.
The hypocritical day with dreams to sell,
while the conscious metaphor rings another bell.
Are those wisdom pearls from life’s ocean the crown?
or is the slave of the never meeting ends holding down.
O convenient comfort and loss of love thereby as melody,
the ends of being and ideal grace the ultimate remedy.
The living game of chess, where figures cannot be at same place,
the protection of the king are the square schemes of the trace.
Give me a castle, scepter and crown.
Magical power such as the ability to fly,
Throw in world peace if you have extra time.
Gift me with enthusiasm, joy, and love.
A rhinestone tiara, pink feathered boa,
And a sexy, gorgeous body to die for.
Throw in unity for all nations if you want.
Give me a golden throne room and memories of bliss.
A glamorous silk robe embroidered with peacocks and purples.
Throw in love for fellow man if you have to meet some moral criteria.
Gift me a corpulent intimidating twenty-two foot pet dragon
With a sense of humor, but the ability to roast my enemy for dinner.
If this is not possible, bring me something shiny that you would bring to a crow.
Suggestions: rhinestones, polished glass, aluminum foil, chrome, a door knob.
Since childhood my vivid and alluring aspirations
painted my rainbows with different colors,
not the ones I was after and truly adored...
who has ever heard of a teenager being bored?
Anytime I saw a train leave the station with its smooth rhythm,
I wanted to be that conductor who could never fall asleep,
and at every stop he would look carefully before closing the doors...
then, laid-back, watch the changing landscape and whistle his tunes!
If imagination had not been there to tackle my reflective tendencies
that were, indeed, rooted in all aspects of the present wilderness,
I wouldn't have cultivated this passion and turn it into a realistic dream...
which allowed inspiration to enter the subconsciousness of this thinker's realm!
The fast-paced postman delivering mail to mailboxes seldom locked, thrilled me;
he looked so sharp and handsome greeting folks, and it would have been an honor
to chat with them, listening to their suggestions and helping them thoroughly...
I visualized myself as such, and even practiced it daily in front of large mirror!
If tons of ideas hadn't fed the urge to jot down details with ebullient imagery,
unless I wasn't aware of their poignant meaning and powerful message,
I wouldn't have let fantasy create an extraordinary dreamer out of someone so ordinary...
to adorn dullness with my cheerfulness and change winter to spring!
Hurricane 5
One flower almost gray but visibly not
Brushed by a breeze along the corner
Open to suggestions
In concrete wetness
More than several shapes take hold
Spin in
In Place
And at turns to be made left or right of reason
As gray turns to black
Pressure rises
Barometers break
They can’t seize the moment alone
Palm trees hang like suspended paragraphs
On news wires leaning
Hurricane 5 uproots them all in time
As lines dangle in pain
Without a moment’s notice
Roads clear
No traffic… No trees… No people…
All moved off in an instant
With the mystery of the storm
5/24/14 contest- Gone With The Wind