Long Taboo Poems
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My soul remains silent until you allow me to see,
And even then I will bear down with the words I speak,
You think your life depends on it with the situation at hand,
Yet all the while God's using it to make you better understand,
His perseverance, and patience, His loving kindness and grace,
All the things he had given you when you couldn't see his face,
Trusting in his leading and relinguishing control,
Even during the moments when feelings come and go,
Must I look and play the part, which is what man expects to see,
Or rely upon my father and trust him wholeheartedly,
Because man has expectations and judgments, and where is the freedom in that?,
And when we fix our eyes back to that the trust in God can retract,
It is the fight no one ever wants to speak on, like taboo they hold their tongue,
The struggle that's unspoken where pride can control and run,
Was it last year, or yesterday?
Old Totem asks Taboo
Who ordered orchestra to play
Was it myself or you?
We never ever ordered that
Replied to this Taboo
But they performed a finest set
Played waltz and boogaloo
So did we dance that night away?
Good Totem asks Taboo
I thought it was the other day
But doubt if it’s true
Your got the memory lapse, my dear
Replied the sweet Taboo
Last time we danced the other year
On Christmas rendezvous
Seems our ship is on delay
Said Totem to Taboo
Its getting late, so why to stay
What are we here to do?
Relax and wait for crescent moon
To Totem said Taboo
I’ll take a ride from here soon
Don’t know about you
So won’t you leave me something small
Asked Totem his Taboo
A little bit of your sweet soul
For memory of you
I’m sorry to upset you, friend
Grinned wonderful Taboo
My soul I would not recommend
I’ve stolen it from you.
Antelope graze the savanna,
Without a care in the world,
For literal lack of imagination.
Languishing in a morning moment,
The herd simply enjoys its munching.
Something else wafts on air,
Some chemosignal delectably taboo.
Sweat beads trickle down his temples.
Savanna creatures pay no heed,
While mysterious molecules send and prime.
Stress triggers a downward spiral,
Hit as if hunted, not the hunter.
Amygdala on overdrive, panting,
Heart pumping to limbic arrhythmia.
Such dark surreal safari is unexpected.
Predator feared is no leopard, no cheetah.
May as well be his reflection in the mirror.
Elusive yet eventual, relentless - inevitable.
Calm now, as I elicit the parasympathetic.
I am a safe sacred space where you have come to rest.
-ARCantu, 05/22/2023
Listening to her talk about past times was thrilling. Going down memory lane wasn't what she liked. Embarking on yesterday’s plane wasn’t her kind of person. She was too busy for such diversions. She was too occupied for such luxuries. I listened painstakingly to every word she said. I gave rapt attention to everything I heard. She talked about relationships, family and careers. She emphasized more on family more. Probably she was passing a message she ignored in her past years. Probably she wanted me to understand the irreplaceable role of family. We spoke at length. It was not an opportunity I ever had. She did something that amazed me. She stepped on me and asked me to step back on her. I told her not to bother since it was a mistake. She insisted I did. After I did she told me that it’s taboo for the older to step on the younger. She said it’s a belief that the older must go before the younger. I didn’t know she still believed in taboos. I thought her cosmopolitan view of life had erased such beliefs. It was the only moment we shared. Her health took a reverse. It plummeted. She became a shadow of herself. Her memories stole her present. She battled her midnight until it snatched her away.
Oh, the brevity of life,
Oh, the irony of existence,
Nothing on earth is infinite.
February 26, 2023.
ANYTIME GAME ?
Beautiful LIFE is nothing but just a game.
Have sporty spirit not going for fame.
Life offers MONOPOLY of each choice.
SPOT IT accurate to voice and rejoice.
Got your TICKET TO RIDE the car of life.
Confront with courage even be in strife.
HEARING THINGS don’t proceed without CLUE.
It will be TRIVIAL PURSUIT hurting TABOO.
Put your earnest effort for PERFECTION.
Work must never cause you AGGRAVATION.
No hesitance on SCRABBLE of ‘life’ or ‘file’
Have confidence to make your own profile.
Life in SEQUENCE of discrete events.
LIKE WISE sorrowful and lovable moments.
Don’t fumble or BOGGLE to face malice.
SPEAK OUT boldly, everything will be nice.
Truth-Honesty, Love-Labor! CONNECT FOUR.
All the hindrances you are sure to ignore.
TROUBLE at every step, also there is RISK.
PASSWORD in your soul, thoughts at hard disc.
GUESS WHO will help in need, deed or console
and never say ’SORRY’! Your strong sacred soul.
02/06/19
'Any Time Game ?' Contest by carol Connell
“Woe to those who call evil good and good evil,
who put darkness for light and light for darkness,
who put bitter for sweet and sweet for bitter. “
Isaiah 5:20
The state of modern times sheds a dim light
on what is now considered wrong or right.
The present times provide much less insight
to know a right from self-assigned delight-
or what is best now to support or fight?
The world has morphed into a different one
for what is now considered wrong or right.
How simple those days were where I came from.
Old-fashioned values seemed to disappear,
replaced by modern ones that seem less clear.
What was taboo is now approved, with cheer.
What was approved- dismissed as old frontier.
Past times supplied a logic more sincere
on standards made, not knowing they would be
replaced by modern ones that seem less clear.
How simple were the days that molded me.
What can we expect from a government denying God's plan
that speaks in parseltongue the language of snakes
this which is a skill that converses through black magic
pretending to care it focuses on taboo subject matter
How blind has become the darkness surrounding these souls
they start shedding when the light illuminates their heart's desire
working tirelessly bending the will of many to comply and submit
let's thread the needle and pinpoint the words fear
Where the fruits of this deception grows without roots
rotten apples trying to spread an agenda removing choice
there is only one Law I obey these days and it sure as hell is not man made
I would speak to you of the seasons set upon this earth.
Each would make its mark ingrained when it is birthed.
Surely there is but one place to start the heart to sing
when greens come forth at the first show of Spring;
the tender shoots rise steady from the softened ground
as the seed begins to grow straight, narrow and unbound.
A babe's life begins to form like sparrows in the thicket rose
appearing like the parents, mother, father or another undisclosed
while still in its youth it continues to struggle and grow
balking and resisting of the parental taboo of no.
Spring was just a moment, a brief second in time
and quickly comes the summer of youthful prime,
slipping quickly through the lessons of young life
each slide to educational and professional heights.
The warmth and light of maturation in the brilliant sun
is a syncopated dance hardly begun;
when the years fade and disappear
into visions and dreams less clear
and suddenly we are standing looking left and right
wondering how we got to basking here in summer's delight.
Autumn falls and quickly meanders in,
just when we thought that life was ready to begin
and we find time has sped too quickly by
with thirty, forty, fifty on the fly.
Where did it go, the years so looked forward to
suddenly realized uncounted, now lay behind you.
More than half of life is spent
and marks were barely a dent.
Holding on tight to what is now
dare we face winter's hours?
Winter lies close around the turn
filled with fewer days to burn,
and looking back seems mere pondering
cast with images still wondering,
if we have fulfilled our destinies
played our games and planned well our seventies.
The sidelines remain open, cold and unframed
conditioned only by our self set restraints
as we fight, resist, contemplate our age
failing to chill and sleep away that last stage.
I don’t think I’ll ever bleed
a thing so silly as poetry
For life is far too short for me
to dabble in tomfoolery
Why, first I must prepare to make a living
about that I have no misgivings
And raise a family with my wife
to leave a legacy behind in life
Yet maybe, just perhaps, If I weren’t so busy
I’d write about the time I fought a grizzly
Even on subjects heretofore taboo... and
Possibly, like A.E. Milne, one on Winnie-the-Pooh
Hmm. It seems that I’ve been mistaken all along
I think I shall bleed poetry ~ every night and all day long
A legal way to stop a vote
Is something that may tax one’s throat;
A speaker has to talk for hours,
Using her persuasive powers.
There are rules they’ve locked in place
That Congressmen must all embrace:
He or she can’t take a break –
Sitting down – a big mistake!
Leaning on a desk’s taboo;
Other things you cannot do –
Have a meal or leave to pee.
(That would be the end of me!)
Filibusterers can drink
Milk or water, but I think
If a bathroom’s not permitted,
Drinking likely gets omitted.
Wendy Davis, Texas Dem.,
Spoke ‘til 10:03 p.m.
In her bright pink Fila sneaks,
She defied her foes’ critiques.
Though opponents sought a crack
(Like the brace for aching back),
Davis kept her fight alive,
Demonstrating guts and drive.
Nothing really seemed to fluster
Davis, on her filibuster.
She deserves a silver platter
Just for her amazing bladder!