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Celebration of the day Dad was born
with a smile we treasure. We treasure
it more today than yesterday. Mom
lifted up his lips, a merry carousel,
that circled round and round
for sixty years. Dad found his smile
when he found that special “she.”
At dinner table, his dad had asked,
“What are your intentions, son?”
Dad said, “I love her, Dad!” Settled,
no more was asked. That warm ignite
was just beginning. Now us kids
pull the strings that lift up the corners
of Dad’s lips. We linger at stories,
let him express, and never suppress
his love for mom. Today we celebrate
with pizza, beef on weck, a Bill’s game,
with chocolate cake and presents,
lingering in Dad’s presence
and knowing surely Mom is in the room.
We hope Mom is in the room.
She’ll be smiling and dabbing tears.
Happy Birthday, Dad!
We are thankful
for all these years!
9/12/2021
They laugh and roll their eyes when I
stand up for heroic western types,
for pulp-adventure, and old-school action,
they say this shouldn’t bring satisfaction.
With a haughty air they claim it’s cheap,
‘mere entertainment,’ and nothing deep.
As if popcorn films stink up the joint,
methinks these ‘elites’ are missing the point.
Entertainment plays a vital role
in countering a world that takes its toll.
We have minds that spin off perfect dreams
in a world that seems anathema to these.
We live with urges burning inside,
yet suppress them and work to stay alive.
We each ‘know’ how things ‘should’ go,
but it rarely does…such a heavy blow.
The stress this builds, it never leaves;
too much of it and your stomach bleeds.
How many would resign to this fate
if there were not some way to escape?
Even if it’s but an hour of two,
it’s a pressure-valve we all must use.
Even the professors who love to lecture,
will, if pushed, admit to guilty pleasures.
If we watched only ‘difficult’ films
the weight of life would only build.
If the internet was all snowflake crap,
the stress would build, until we snapped.
So perhaps instead of the mockery
we should recognize the necessity
of those who create just to entertain,
without them we’d all be half-insane.
Besides what good is a message true and dear
if the story around it bores to tears?
I doubt the viewers will be absorbing
all that much from something so boring.
Better to wrap it in a hectic fury;
be it bloody, manly, mad, or lurid.
And if they learn nothing, you still have this:
nothing really escapes the subconscious.
Now enough of this whole ranting mode,
let’s all go watch bad things explode…
Here I stand, a lonely man,
Aimless wandering with out a plan,
Planet Earth is where I roam,
The last frontier I call my home,
Ever searching for the truth,
Growing wiser since my youth,
Family and friend are all you need,
My advice, I insist, you heed,
Though love seems to heal,
Make certain that love is real,
If it wasn't meant to be,
Lock it up and hide the key,
Don't let the pain get you down,
Someday your key will be found,
When that day comes to show,
Happiness in you will grow,
When it comes to school and work,
Try your hardest not to shirk,
Pay attention in your class,
Don't do your work half-gassed,
Respect others, respect yourself,
Respect time, respect health,
In general, just have respect,
Evil temptations you must reject,
Don't spend time being depressed,
Thoughts of stress you can suppress,
Be the best you can be,
The price of happiness isn't free,
Stay clean, resist relapse,
True freedom, you will grasp,
Sound the trumpets, crack a Pabst.
For entirely too long I held onto
This image I painted of you
But somewhere along the way
The man I met that August day
Got buried down deep inside
And the man I fell in love with died
Because the you that I now see
Is not the one who had a hold on me
He's been gone for quite some time
Now all that’s left is this rhyme
We used to be the best of friends
Even after our love had come to its end
Close friends we remained for a while
And now I can no longer picture your smile
Strangers is what we have become
After the past we come from
I never thought we'd end up here
All along that was my biggest fear
But I fell for you none-the-less
Then my feelings for you I was forced to suppress
I found a way to look you in the eye
And tell a bold face lie
Cuz I couldn’t completely let you go
The feelings were buried below
Behind my smile they hid
No one was to know what I did
And we all pretended it didn’t happen that way
But I lived in my own prison every single day
Sure that I'd never get over you
Swore it was something I just couldn't do
I told myself with a little time and space
You'd return with such an embrace
No words would have to be shared
Cuz we knew how much we cared
For so long I fed myself those lies
And countless rivers fell from my eyes
But your return never really came
So I finally decided to end the game
I learned there was nothing more I could do
It had all been left up to you
And you made your choice
In a low and broken voice
I whispered I love you once more
And for the last time I walked out your door
You didn’t say a thing at all
This time I felt only a single tear fall
Since that day
I've tried so hard to find my way
It's no longer as hard as it used to be
Now your face I can see
After all this time
I know this girl will be just fine
Since you've been gone I've really grown
Even managed to escape a prison of my very own!
Depression is intrinsic gall to mother Earth
A heart malady that suppress I want to be, I what
To do, want to do, and how to get with it on a
struggling manner
A mountain upon a small creature,
A man that hide behind a small obstacle and upon
entering the heart, he lodges like a heavy stone.
Million of thoughts will now be rushing into the mind
like a whirling wind
What makes you think you can't overcome this
moron vulture?
Depression: a strong man, but brittle in nature
Determination and focus reduced him to languor
Once he comes waving in your therein,
an angry ocean, don't give in
because seeing you
crying inward
Or thinking negatively would
only make him eat deep
your heart.
Rather, infuse your self with
Hope and be prayerful. Only then you are the
strongest.
7/6/15
www.poetrysoup.com/poem/depression_697873
Form:
Season of death plays her melancholic tune,
tragedy portrayed through a chorus of birds.
In regret, I ponder why you left so soon,
still mourning the impact of your last words.
Demons hid some pieces of your jigsaw brain,
lost in your black abyss, troubles began to form.
Alcohol, drugs and abuse turned your life insane,
but your tongue was silent, battling the storm.
Sometimes I read the note you left behind,
saying you were sorry, but life was not kind.
If only I knew a way for time to rewind,
maybe I could have eased that troubled mind.
Guess you felt death would bring an end to the pain,
hope you found peace from a life you left in vane.
Silent One
27 October 2020
I lost a very special friend to suicide, on new years eve 1996.
It was not my only experience with suicide, but it was one that had a big impact on my life, because, I was the last person she spoke to.
Sadly, I did not get to her in time and she had already departed the world that troubled her so much. At the time, she was only 18.
For years, I struggled to come to terms with it, my coping mechanism was to blank it all out, suppress the emotions. But every new years eve, I would not do anything, it was my way of rebelling against it, I guess. I lived with regret. Sad thing was I never spoke to anyone about it.
I learned to deal with it through writing. My first poem about what happened was in 2015.
Some think suicide is selfish, but it is not. It is difficult for those left behind to deal with it, but we need to understand, people who leave the world in such a way, do not want to die, they want to end the pain.
Sometimes, no matter what we do or say, it may not help.
Always keep an eye out for family and friends, who you may think are feeling low and at times worthless. Many of us, at times, feel we do not belong.
Sometimes, the smallest act of reaching out could make a difference.
If you are feeling suicidal, there are helplines available in your country. Please call someone to talk to them. It could make a difference.
When we feel confused, oppressed, worthless, low, unloved, live a life without affection and understanding... Please remember there is always someone out there who loves and cares about you and will miss you so much if you are gone.
Sorry for the sad poem and thank you for reading.
I am not a stranger to the dark.
Yes, Im strong to bear the light,
Even if the darkest of nights bark...
The best in me will keep up the fight.
I am with you, dear friendly black--
The land of frustrated loyalists;
Where tyrants rule without attack,
From the few vibrant populists.
If eve was the mother of human species,
Africa was the father of all nation,
Where we started the learning of ABCs
Before others come to its adaptation.
Africa was the mother of Eve,
A land of golds and diamonds!
Reason colonists don't wanna leave,
Rather become civilization's legends.
Real definition of friendship,
Which cannot be found anywhere else,
Started in my gracious township
In which we never have others suppress.
Black! thou have done yourself proud.
What a perfect anti racist!
Thou are so endowed-
A drummer boy perfected a bassist.
Where else does humanity and woman hood begin?
Is there any mother who dares abandoned her baby?
Even under the influence of pure gin,
May be if suffering from the touch of raby...
Black room, dark souls.
Fearless heart, triumphant mind.
Broken wings, flying wholes...
Savaged humans, free blind*
The broad street, daylight illuminate.
The narrow express, moon crystallize.
Populace satellite, leaders indeterminate planet.
Sorrowful joy, all in all I idolize!
I Wait With Bated Breath...
(slack jaw froze mine countenance
when eyes blinded with figurative
daggers asper mistakes in original draft,
hence...this flood proof, fire resistant,
and fever reducing error free version.)
(yes...yes...yes, this rhyme
resembles a recent one of mine
from a previous time,
yet appropriating wands zone writing
haint no crime -
at least not yet!)
Okay bull heave me you,
at this moment
alm completely unaware
what the a muse zing
genie of poetic
inspiration will bring
possibly shelving what Calliope
holds in store for me,
meanwhile now
with impatience it ching
visa vis to discover
what this Earthling,
(albeit modest) will be amazingly
graced with pizazz, meanwhile aye fling
haphazardly, indiscriminately,
and jocosely blitz
krieg feebly attempting
to contrive ingeniousness emits
poetic prestidigitation in fits
and starts, sans "FAKE" wits
as this humble
human imperceptibly orbitz
around mister Sun,
(which about bajillion years
from now suddenly quits)
shining foisting misery,
where Nyx knocks
(paddy whack give
my dog a bone...) divinely,
knowingly and spiritedly visits
(believe me you) this trumpeting
stupid moron loser
forever doth taint
after this moment
(no need tubby saint
lee and suppress any quaint
gut wrenching chortle)
at what aint
no farce), nor literary feint
yours truly painfully,
sorrowfully, and verily avers,
he now lacks fire and fury
(as if nettled and docked by burrs)
nonetheless, which ambition
dust hanker mink thinks furs,
and foremost (Tom
morrow i.e. purrs
sues tha owl mighty,
where fame posthumously spurs
me amidst pantheon
of great writers
which dream dashed
into a million,
(no...no...no...not
bajillion this instance,
though good guess) pieces
abysmal silence replacing
(palimpsest like),
mine over active imagination whirs.
Les Braves
(Iambic Pentameter)
Tan sands conceal deep furrows of their pain,
As churned emotions scream on the light breeze.
The rushing lather bubbles with red stain,
While mortar clouds suppress the dying wheeze,
That madly dared to reach the cliffs in vain.
The hostile bluff still taunts a flying skein,
Where warriors bravely tried to scale the crest.
The rock secretes long tales of plaintive strain,
Of ones that fought abreast for the oppressed,
and finally achieved the winning gain.
Yet no win comes without a shocking loss,
As the escarpment holds the treasured sons,
That fought the menace of the iron cross,
to fall heroic to opponents’ guns,
but proudly rest in peace ‘neath the grave’s moss
Note: Just came back from a visit to the D Day beaches and the American cemetery at Colleville-sur-mer, a great place of reverence.
3rd place trophy winner
10.21.22
Contest: 3 stanza poem in quintain (Sicilian)
Sponsor: L. Milton Hankins
I’ve been trying to suppress it—
Haven’t you noticed?
There’s a pulse inside that must stay inside
There’s a crawlspace where I keep you as mine
I’ve been trying to kill it—
The feelings, they’re overwhelming
We’ve started a collection here,
And I know you want to get out
I’ve been trying to convince you—
That this is your home,
But you know the monster better than she knows herself
“Leave him alone”, a voice cries, “just leave him alone!”
Let him find the escape latch on his own
I’m not a monster till you proclaim it
I made this space for the two of us!
I don’t have claws—I don’t have sharp teeth
I simply have you
And you simply have me
I’ve been trying to move on—
Since the day you stopped moving
“Haven’t you noticed?” A judgmental voice queries,
“There’s no more room for you here!!!”
I’m not alone, no….
I refuse to believe you!
Get out!
Get out of our house!
He’s here with me…
He’s talking to me…
He keeps saying,
“Leave me alone!
Just leave me alone!”
As if you stuffed the very words into his skull
Yet look!—he’s now but dust and bones
Evicted, restricted, and convicted…
Don’t you understand?
Don’t you get it?
From the very beginning I left him alone. . .