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Warmth, surrounded me…always
My lips, my eyes, closed…
Mesmerized by the darkness that brought me consolation
I remember there were colors under those lids,
Green, spurts of purple…and sporadic yellows and reds
They danced and flashed
Whenever your voice rumbled and vibrated my abode
I remember the earthquakes of laughter
That pushed me against the soft, supported side…
I merely bounced back to the middle again
My legs, bending, and then kicking off against it
My body twirling in the lavish liquid
Natural twists and turns that were later underappreciated
Twists and turns that were who I was
I didn’t realize they would always shape who I am
Deep voice—music—surrounded me always
My ears opened to the muffled marvel
Curious of the outside world that birthed the mysteries of who I am
I recall frustration, kicking against your soft insides….
Colors of black, gray tints, and calming browns…
That left me gurgling for more of those outside sounds
Because that first day I heard the lightning yells
The hot swells of your insides boiled
My body twirled and twirled as I heard you wail
Crying…sobbing…
My heart beat faster—wanting more to leave this vessel
Wanting to be a separate thing
Wanting all to hear me scream
To feel the cold, rubbery hands of a stranger
Lift me—and to your breast—gift me
It was always the warmth of the liquid
And the comfort of our bond
That always remained
Bonds and beliefs never dry
Blood is blood
Color is color
It is living to be separate that makes us gods
How can I fly like a bird he dreamed
this man and his brother, with little formal education.
So they dreamed and watched,
they studied and read.
Dickens and Twain, Virgil and Plutarch also.
They worked hard in Dayton and Kitty Hawk too
and they never stopped, the focus the same,
how can I fly like a bird.
So they tried and they failed
and tried again - and failed
and they failed - and they learned
and their focus remained the same,
how can I fly like a bird?
It was never easy, never for sure
because no bird ever soared in a calm.
With little help and little attention
they remained focused.
Supported only by profits from
their small bike shop —
they continued on.
Until one day
on a windy, rough day,
on an isolated stretch of beach at Kitty Hawk,
they flew like a bird.
with an engine they built
and a plane they designed so many times.
To capture the spirit of so many others
to fly in the skies of Paris
and finally in the skies near DC.
These brothers, humble in outlook
but focused in demeanor,
lived their dream to fly like a bird -
because no bird ever soared in a calm.
In the waiting room, the plant
Sat near the windowsill.
Purple leaves were nodding
Like they had their own free will.
Their skinny stems supported
What were leaves split up in threes;
All were dancing to the music
From the radiator breeze.
Outside the sun was shining
Though the day was brisk and cold.
That brightness drew the plant
And like Svengali, had a hold.
For every leaf was straining
To get closer to the light.
I wondered if they’d loosen up
When day turned into night.
I guess we’re not so different
‘Cause it’s natural to yearn
For whatever makes us cozy
And it’s to that source we’ll turn.
Joshua Nkomo fought the white man
Who had come to Africa, taken the land
The whites ruled Rhodesia, though we should note
Toward the end they had one man one vote
Which meant that blacks and whites
in that respect had equal rights.
Nkomo saw his fight as one of racial liberation
Mugabe, his rival, also fought for a black nation.
Mugabe was a Shona, Nkomo a Ndebele
Neither of them were what you'd call a nice fella,
Russia supported the Ndebele, the Shona had China there
North Korea trained Shona too, a reason to beware
Mugabe became leader but not by winning the fight
He got elected, Shona voters had more might
White rule ended, and all lived happily ever after
Actually, not true, what happened next was a disaster
Mugabe unleashed the Five Brigade
They had trained in North Korea, time for Ndebele to be afraid
So what can we learn, I don't have a dog in this fight
I don't think colonial rule was right
The Ndebele tribe were now killed en masse
Vast numbers of corpses under the African grass.
The lesson as I see it is that the violent liberator
May resonate with you, but he can be a hater
When he gets into power, to keep power he kills
While the sympathizers close their eyes to the blood that spills.
Let’s apply this lesson to leftists in the Hamas tent
A few brave Gazans point out Hamas doesn't like dissent
One dissident's first day in jail haunts his dreams
He can't forget listening to his colleagues’ screams.
Hamas members won an election, made logical moves
They consolidated power, threw rivals off roofs.
Again, both rivals weren’t all that nice
Even if you like their cause, there is a moral price.
You can find justice in many a cause, but that doesn't mean
Those who take up arms are worthy of your esteem.
In the 90’s radicals might wear a Che Guevara t-shirt
But beware, when with communists you flirt.
Che liked witnessing executions by firing squad
He’d shoot the bullet too, so admiring him is odd.
Some Cubans learned the hard way, Joshua Nkomo did as well
You can leave Purgatory and still end up in hell.
Know this, my friend, and don’t look back,
Be you white or brown or black.
Freedom’s more than a rebel’s name,
It’s how you treat folks once you’ve won the game.
There's a famous old cliché,
"Things will never be the same"
No words have rang truer
Since people stopped calling your name.
I think of all the "last times"
That I shared with you
And how we all supported each other
In the things that we went through.
Your candle burns bright
And will always glow
My heart will feel your warmth
Wherever I go.
Chorus:
Dear Nan I love you
And this love won't die
Until the last time
That I close my eyes...
Your intentions for Grandad
Was to nurse him til the end
Your soul mate, your husband
Your greatest friend.
But life threw a curveball.
Your time ended somehow,
So from there I decided
To help you complete your vow.
You promised each other,
"Til death do us part"
So Grandad still had support
From an entire heart.
If times had turned the way
You both expected them to,
You would not have walked alone,
I'd have stayed beside you.
[Chorus]
Thank you for the joy you brought.
Thank you for being there.
Thank you for our shared humour,
For your love and care.
Thank you for the chats we had,
For the stories you told,
For your time and how you both felt
I kept you from getting old.
Because of you my life was rich.
We all made each other smile.
Through the tougher days we all
Helped life feel worthwhile.
[Chorus]
I'm grateful that you were spared
From all the ache and sorrow
That nobody was prepared for
In these two years to follow.
Your example of resilience
And unfailing love
Are qualities I try to live up to
Something you can be proud of.
There's so much to cherish
In the life we had together.
I won't let your memory fade
As long as I breathe - ever!
Your candle burns bright
And will always glow
My heart will feel your warmth
Wherever I go.
Dear Nan I love you
And this love won't die
Until it's time for me
To say goodbye.
I want to cry loud
So that god can hear my voice
To pamper me back
I want to share my problem to you god
Because you are the one who bring him Mr.arrogant
The person whom I love from soul
No longer feel happy being around with me
The person whom I love More like my family member
Feels terrible by my pure love
I spent my first income to buy him gift
Instead of respecting its value
He throw like a trash in trash can
He was first person whom I gifted my first income
He was the one whom I supported in every situation
He was first boy of my life whose presence feel wise like a bless
I was naive because I thought he love me
Symbol of love and care was given to others
Instead of keeping it for memory he gifted it to his relatives so sad for myself because I remain wise for good man
Instead god gifted me odd ones
I don't know what's the end but I had and will love him till end
If he get person who loves him more than me
I think god never exist in this universe
If he get person who loves him like me
Than I think god betrayed me
I think he will never get the one like me
Who loves him more than his parents did
Who is ready to scarifies all her values for his happiness
Who is ready to cry and stay humble to make him feel comfortable
I think he didnt want to be around me
So I think I should value myself before the universe end
When Philip wed his princess bride
He wed her nation too
And very soon as man and wife
They had a job to do
He the one who, proud and tall
An ever present castle wall
She the one who led the way
A hero’s lifelong duty call
But has she reigned o’er this, our land
Supported by his unseen hand
In her own words it has been so
But she’ll stand firm and let him go
And when she must she’ll find a smile
For he’ll be with her all the while.
Seven decades wore his ring
Time enough to call him King
But should the cretins win the day
And we do things the other way
And egotists with plastic wives
Race the race to rule our lives
Not duty, service, nor devotion
More a case of self promotion
No B-lister ever will
Fill the shoes of good ‘King’ Phil
his inability to find a person to answer
then someone reminded the others
of why he wished to know
his beliefs were supported by
others
people who wished to love
beyond the extension of their love
folk who wanted to be true and faithful
lovers together in the unity of love
some saw this as ways people who
wished to restrict those they despised
from having the things they wanted
and wished for: other saw this as weird
people weirded by love who's objections
were to have words to express their
appreciation to their lovers.
keep quiet those who see different
that their words may never be heard
yet the summers causes heat
might winters snow hide the paths of
those who wish not to be followed
who's summers are heated by a sun
which warms a earth for lovers:
than might the blankets of winter be the
snows of spring?
or might these blankets be the coverings of fall?
none wished to answer.
none wish to reply!
My food is simple, unlike my music
Most of the time I spend in excellent company
My muse is unobtrusive and only appears with dessert
If I were vain, I would compare my work
To the labour of Sisyphus, but incidentally, I don't consider it meaningless:
I see more meaning in the fall of a boulder than, for example,
In the jumps of parachutists who risk getting tangled in their straps
But vanity is infinitely inventive, I like to observe
The tricks of the psyche that justify these pleasures
My music seems abstract, although it is merely
Autobiographical, and therefore translatable into the language of emotions,
At least in allusive episodes
Although I am not inclined to reproduce ready-made formulas
To serve as a worn-out armchair for the audience
I am for leaving the comfort zone for the zone of sadness
The zone of rhetoric of deliberate inconveniences, where I am like a fish in water
I ask questions and answer them myself, or
I simply ignore myself, thereby mocking my
Scattered plebeian curiosity.
If the crowd listened to my ellipses and exclamations,
My falling cupboards and jokes at funerals
Would be appreciated and supported,
And I would be recognised as a genius, for which, of course,
I would apologise to the crowd, even though their romantic ideals
Are utterly nauseating, but well paid.
But the number of simpletons is truly infinite
It is inversely proportional to the number of geniuses
Cynics write music for the crowd
Something like Yesterday and Candle on the Wind
And my indulgent attention goes unnoticed
My subtle jokes do not elicit smiles
And therein lies my happiness as an avant-gardist
Success would destroy me, but the indifference of the noosphere
Prolongs my life, which I pay for
With my music of spheres, squares and tendons.
The Silhouette
He awoke or so he thought
Parted the curtains of the room
The Caribbean sun rising
The warmth of the day enveloping him
In the distance a silhouette
Tall, shapely and slender
Even from here he could tell she was beautiful
As beautiful as the landscape that surrounded her
Was she all that he could imagine
Would she be kind and caring
Gentle with their children
Comforting arms within which to rest
He would envision them at the altar
Vows spoken in soft tones
As commitments were clearly stated
And friends and family present supported their union
Life would be filled with happy days
Some sad moments for sure
But they would tough these out together
No problem too large to solve for they stood as one
Their family would grow and blossom
One day their grandchildren they would cradle in their arms
They would age gracefully
Holding hands wherever they went
Celebrating a life full of love
Of respect for each other
That was the woman in the silhouette
The one of his dreams and the one he did wed
Andreas Simic©