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Diving headfirst into healing tides
cleansed and terrified simultaneously
quick to sink or rise with every wave
ups and downs are fragments of joy
as shells move swift with the sea spray
my relentless spirit is the cornerstone
falling down hard getting up harder
I’ve been left behind in rough waters
beautifully bouncing rocking about
hurricane strength is what I needed
pulled under forced to briefly pause
thrown up high to capture fresh air
rejuvenated to go try with a crash
abandon fear and take on becoming
a concussion is merely temporary
I eventually reach stable and calm
Job lost. Marriage over.
No work, no love: no hope.
Yet none among us hates
like the font of fetid scorn
in your mind's abyss.
We are gargoyles
who blur and sharpen
in your suicidal eye.
But demons are fictions you've invented
as you you've reinvented yourself:
so often you can't find among your selves
the real one,
no trail of bread crumbs to your gingerbread heart.
Seeking truth in others' faces
is to court the eye of madness.
And if our one thought is to kill the pain,
we must be careful what we wish for
lest we kill ourselves, too.
Now you must walk backward through a hall of mirrors,
realizing in the jagged rush
there is little strength in scrutiny,
less for perseverance.
But persevere we must.
If you've no work, make you your job.
No love? Send yourself valentines.
And if there's no hope
tell yourself it's a lie, just as everyone hated you:
we've love you always,
only you didn't see.
Make peace with your enemy;
you share his heart, mind and bed.
In those gray hours
when you can't discern an image
in the shards of desperation
it is temporary;
if night is real
then so is morning.
A ll of a sudden, a
B ird, dancing down
C ame to me in my garden, said:
D estined, you humans are, with
E xcellent knowledge gift.
F ar above, among all creatures, you are
G od equivalent, priceless,
H omosapiens, the exceptional species.
I n what helpless maze you act? And smiling
J ostly, mischievously at others, what do you get from exploiting the weak; then watching excitedly others writhe in pain?
K now, I want to, said I: O bird! say it with complete pride; that your household seems running with ease, even in all round scarcity;
L ittle space is there on the edge of smallest branch for your nest, yet your family seems to be enjoying out there, without any quarrel or any violence.
M e and other birds alike, said the bird, we find stability, in the swinging branches and the leaves that the tree and nature provide; through which rays of sun beam life to us; we shed our day's tiredness in nature's lap, in the evening when stars are bright, they ensure our future well being at all times.
N ot aware of your destiny, continued the bird,
O foolish human! O pretender of progress!
P utting on a facade, always! Thinking youself to be most wise and efficient! Why don't you remember meaning of the humaneness given to you? Instead, the
Q uintessential creation of god,
R eeling under the sinuous spell of your greed puzzle,
S hedding away all modesty and etiquette,
T attered it, you have, conspiring, plotting, turning.
U nderestimating your own potential, far removed from self, sowing seeds of sin, destruction,
V acillating, seemingly happy in temporary comforts, trapped,
W orrying, not of future generations,
X enophobically inviting mankind's end
Y ou are twisting, deviating and have lost the wise paths shown by
Z en and other masters in the past and have hit nature's retaliatory wall.
28.6.2020
Always remember the pull of the past
Let it not bring you regret
Just hope and peace
Drop your burden and let your spirit heal
Walk on the sunny side of the street
And reach out to those who fall
Falling is not failing
No matter how many times
Just pick yourself up again
Take a moment and embrace life
The breath and body you hold
Live and don't be afraid
Give your heart freely
Let the ice around it melt away
Stand on your own two feet
Carry the struggling
To a safe place out of the darkness
Believe and have faith in something
Anything
Let your soul here the call
Invite the calm
Release the pain
It's all temporary
All of it, everything
Except your seat in heaven
However near or far
Or unsure the belief.....
J.Bovee 2018
I remember when I was a kid and Snowball cat had her first litter of kittens.
She had four kittens and they were all white just like her, so soft and sweet.
We had to come up with a way of identifying them so we used colored ribbons
tied on the necks. There was Purple Pansy, Red Rose, Blue Boy, and last my
favorite, Orange Streak. Mom said those were only temporary names for now.
She said they would be adopted into forever homes. Oh, I cried about that,
but then Mom said I could take the kittens to the garden to play. So gosh,
that sure did make me happy, and lickety-split I had them in a basket and
off we went. Snowball did not seem to care as she closed her eyes to sleep.
They were afraid of the green grass, they were afraid of the flowers, they just
clung together with great big eyes. Finally I brought them back inside sighing
they hate the garden Mom, I think these are indoor cats . . .
the grass is dew wet
and flowers sway in the breeze . . .
four small meows heard
______________________________________
June 9, 2019
Poetry/Haibun/Kittens in the Garden
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1151-031-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Dear Breath, will you truly forsake me?
Dearest Death, will you be kind to me?
My favourite Life, are you satisfied?
My quintessential self, do you truly possess this demeanour?
Temporary happiness is always godlike bliss,
Permanence is a dutiful curse.
The more I look for profound beauty,
The more I go far away from my salient appetite.
Karma never forgives anyone,
Building a church on my altar,
Building a cage that cannot be broken,
Inside that, I will be stuck for the time being.
The Grim Reaper calls my name just once,
The fragile cage cannot keep me safe.
The perfect Advisor is never going to fulfill me,
Until I admit, I want to be someone under His command!
Dearest Death, is the Grim Reaper your valet?
Dear Breath, did you come to rescue me?
Or was it just another pretence?
My sweetest Soul, are you really mine, or will you just fly away at another time?
Have you ever felt sorrow so deep
it calls you out of bed?
The world asleep,
but every hurt
awake inside your head.
You cry,
then fight to catch your breath.
Pain has made you quiet.
You cannot find the words.
Let down so often,
you reach for the lock
when love comes near.
You long to let love in,
but remember
what it cost.
So you write.
You learn.
You build.
Some nights, one line
is all you finish,
but you finish it still.
Running through the night,
breath burning,
demons keeping pace,
you stop beneath a streetlight
and weep.
Your heart beats.
You are still here.
Breathe.
Move through the fear.
Like a swimmer diving deep,
you feel the pressure grow.
Below the noise,
you meet yourself,
then turn towards the glow.
Music lifts
what your hands cannot.
You ask God for relief
and give Him all you have.
You remember joy.
You pray that morning finds you
before despair takes hold.
Weeping may endure for a night,
but joy comes in the morning.
Open the curtains.
Wash your face.
Put your feet beneath you.
Let standing be
your first victory.
You can stand.
You can dive deeper
and still return for air.
You can run further.
Accept a hand
when the road is hard to bear.
Rise with trembling knees.
Rise with unfinished dreams.
Rise with the love
you still believe in.
Rise,
and rise,
and rise again.
Let the room that heard you crying
hear you singing.
Let shaking hands
finish the work
you brought to life.
This moment is temporary.
Your story goes on.
You will see the morning.
You will win,
breath by breath,
step by step.
Get back up.
And rise.
And rise.
And rise again.
I Have Read Some of Your Book, the Stories told and the Positive Messages it attempts to Portray.
I Believe in them, But Don’t know if I Can Live up To Them?
To Prove My Worth as A Man, I Seek Power, Influence, Monetary Wealth and Prestige.
I Think of Being Virtuous, A Man Of Character, Humble and Truth Seeking.
Though I Still Often Seek Lusts of The Flesh, Even If Only In My Mind.
Oh Wretched and Sinful Man that I Am.
Your Words Wash Over Me, Renewing My Mind, Spirit and Resolve, But I Often Wonder If It Is Enough?
For In My Daily Walk, I Often Do the Right Thing, But With The Wrong Motives.
Many Times Seeking Mine Own Ends At Any Cost.
Father Give Me Wisdom For Today, For Tomorrow I Will Need More.
Grant Me Daily Sustenance For Food, Shelter, Clothing and a Few of My Many Wants, Or Hearts Desires.
Help Me Not to Seek to Be Free Of Your Guidance, Instruction(s) Or Laws, Merely to attain Temporary Goals which Fade and Decay With the Passage Of Time.
Know that I Love You, I Don’t Always Understand You, Or Know Your Will, Though I Long to Have Your Presence In My Life.
Forgive Me For Past Indiscretions and Daily Misjudgments In Character, for I Am Only A Man, Made Of Flesh and Blood.
Though Made Of Clay, and Seeking Your Face.
Sincerely,
Your Son by Adoption
Author Paul Cumberbatch (September 15th, 2020)
~~~ Heartbreaks can give us inner strength
in developing courage, self-growth, self-awareness
and empathy or can break us physically
and emotionally. ~~~
--- Quote By Poet ---
In my life, this old heart of mine has been
pierced and broken into pieces many
times since I was six, when my grandmother
told me that my mother, I called Mama
gave me to her sister, I called Mommy
to prepare me for my parents and two
brothers were coming to live with us.
I was heartbroken how my mother
treated me, distant, no affection, lack
of support or none at all, but made
or exploited me to take care of my
siblings for she had six more children.
I was heartbroken again when my
Mommy, who loved, cared and nurtured
me got married and left to join her
husband in Guam, when I was fourteen.
Those two heartbreaks in my middle childhood
and middle adolescence cannot
compare to the extreme heartbreak when I
left my son at age three and my daughter
at age two to come to America
to give them a better life and future.
As a mother at twenty two, I felt
deep sadness and pain months before I left
for I knew deep in my heart the pangs, the
heartaches of a child given away
and left in someone’s care or custody.
Although I was not giving my children
away or abandoning them and
fully knowing that leaving them was
temporary, not knowing when we
could be together was heartbreaking.
The anguish of thinking of not being
with them for years was devastating.
The pain of uncertainty shattered
my heart and prolonged my heartbreak.
Many more heartbreaks followed before
and after they came and joined me thirty
eight years ago for they are part of life.
Yes, heartbroken again and again!
A Promise of Peace
A lonely road,
A long and winding road.
Travelled only by the lost souls of Earth.
Travelled by the dreamers and the poets,
The people who cursed their emotions into the eternity of creation.
They stumble down this road,
Twisting with the curves settled in the dust.
The sun, never setting, never rising.
Stuck in a frozen frame.
Stuck like those whose passion is seen as nothing more than a whim.
Amongst those travelers is a girl.
Her blonde hair reflecting against the light,
Shining to those that are blind to true beauty.
The muse,
Travelling to her artist.
Someone to paint her beauty.
Like the glistening stars among the dark abyss of the night sky.
The muse.
Miles ahead, a stumbling soldier.
A painter who vowed never to pick up a brush,
Pouring his emotions into the battlefield.
A true artist,
One that cast shadows of red on the field of green.
He took those who laid down their lives from their misery,
He gave them their freedom,
Leaving them to dye the crystal waters red.
The artist.
Two men, far behind the artist and his muse.
They walked in silence, watching a scene of myths.
Orpheus and his Eurydice.
They watched as their own tale was being written.
Two men in love,
A forbidden love.
Romeo and Julius.
Two friends, who can never be more.
As they walk this snaking course,
They know this to be truth.
For their god, he forbade it.
Mind over matter,
Ashes to ashes,
Movement for moments.
A drunken teacher,
A man who preached beliefs he didn’t have the strength to follow.
His hand outstretched for the bottle he craves.
A temporary numbing for his persistent memories,
A void he falls into with open arms.
His students,
Never leaving his mind.
Hoping,
Nay, praying that they understood.
Understood why he had to vanish from existence.
A never-ending road,
Each person promised peace.
The muse promised her lover,
The soldier promised rest,
The men in love, promised nothing short of acceptance,
The teacher, who felt nothing but pain, was promised relief.
And you,
You will one day stumble upon this track.
But why, for what will you journey for?