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Last hopes which lay
Flashing lightening and huge thunders,
And marching rain through blackening nights,
Sitting on top of shaking chair
With hopes of passing time under darkening nightmare;
Silent act of lightening candle
And sticking to the lonliness at stay
And wondering at the luminating shadows
Of Past reflections from the echoes of the wild;
An old hut with roof of rags
Through which rain still leaks;
Like life still at will of god
Still under silent interruptions of rain did i seek;
After the stage of reality will it cease,
The pain beared till now with hardened soul,
Like rain fully at it's roars
And sudden droplets that drenches one's soul;
Is it a pardonable act of raining life
Which adds sorrows to choose;
Will not the shower let stop ?
And song of life with light revealed;
Drinking water from old mug,
After relishing throat and let it go
A short sleep after thunder's rest
Till the next day had hits it's quest;
The memories of the last night
Almost forgotten with the sun's bright face,
Need to open up nests of birds at gay
To yell them to rise and gather food for the day;
Still to open up doors of cows from sleep,
With silent munching of greens and feed,
And dungs which lay of yesterday's need
To clean them, the vessels and water them fresh;
Still more chores at one's stake
With nature's face as one real make,
Need to cut the woods through forest's drape
And make a house as fit to make rain away;
Sons and daughters and wife on lands afar,
With one's days chores to post phone their closeness ajar
Still counting days from year to year
Won't there come a day when all would meet;
Like Sinking boat in crest i lay
With memories taken to wish good all,
Like swarming bees for gathering honey
There i lay with cries and exerts of olden days;
Grandchildren lay near the walls of home
Built with ones hardened work and expected soul,
All of them singing near my bed of sleep
That i might meet in several rush seconds to keep;
All was right when sensed in positive sense,
And all was wrong when at wrong delivery
This life which lays one quiet
At last, worn out like rain and day;
Cinderella could never compete with Dorthea
Her skin so beautiful, I wanted to cry at her birth
We were all overcome because she was a rainbow baby
Today is her first prom, how did this happen?
I look at my wife. She’s just a baby! I say.
She can’t go to prom!
She is seventeen, my wife argues.
Dorthea comes down the stairs.
Awe catches in my throat.
I have to blink back tears.
She is no longer five.
Where is her Disney princess purse?
What happened to the giggling eight-year-old?
Where is my twelve-year-old tomboy?
I glare at the young man who comes to whisk her away.
She is a princess, too good for him and millions of others.
Get over it, my wife says.
She’ll be going to college next year.
I begin plotting our move to Columbia, Missouri.
She is not going without her daddy!
Leading you next to the fireplace..
Can I take your hand?
Leading you there somewhere
Won't you close your eyes awhile?
Don't get afraid or scared
I will do no pain or harm
Now, I will place both arms
Both arms to your narrow waist
Moving slightly one to the nape
Moving slowly one just lower
Won't you lean your head?
Lean to the hallow of my throat
As I will too
Butterflies will suddenly fly
sudden shivers will run down the spine
A song from the heart will be playing
My head I'll gently move
Searching soft cheeks to purr
Lingering my nose to fill
Smelling scents of you
I'll land a kiss to your forehead
And face to face, can I?
Closing my eyes beneath your gaze
One step at a time
Matching mine to yours
And yours to mine
our feet duet unto the floor
Owning this solitary moment
This solely moment for awhile
By:
olive_eloi
7:41 pm
02/10/2014
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Would I cut your lips away
Because of the words you speak?
With your glass half full, some see it as bleak.
What of your eyes,
Are they to be plucked?
Where you see fairness, some see as corrupt.
Watch what you say!
Sever your tongue!
Examine words before they leave your lungs.
Cover your ears.
Someone's speaking the truth.
The olds don't listen. Blame it on the youth.
A shot in the distance.
One side is down.
There are some who cheer even more, who frown.
What is the offense?
What is to be gained?
A voice now silent that went against the grain.
Sever my hands then,
For I hold what’s true.
With might and gentle placement, I'll lay bare for you.
Can you hear the cadence?
Do you feel hands to throat?
We’re choking God out, and all He wrote.
To love one another,
As His son did to all.
Winter, spring, summer, fall.
Untwist the tongue.
Let the scales fall from eyes.
See with your own those, in disguise.
For my tongue speak prayers.
My eyes, truth finders in Him.
And hands placed together all, no longer grim.
She walked up to the center stage,
Took her guitar out of its case.
She adjusted the mic to suit her height.
A spotlight shone upon her face.
She cleared her throat, hit a chord,
And tried to stop her hands from shaking.
This was her very first time performing.
She prayed it wasn't a mistake she was making.
It was only the confidence she lacked,
The talent was there, there was no doubt.
She had so many songs inside her
And now she knew they must be let out.
She belted out the lyrics she'd written,
The audience clapped after every song.
By the end of the set she couldn't stop smiling,
Her decision to come here hadn't been wrong.
The subway station heaves with muffled noise,
The shuffle of countless feet against the grime,
I am aware of unfounded disdain,
Coursing between strangers in the city's bowels.
The ancient fluorescents blink in yellow strobe,
Casting faint light on self-assuring cries and whispers,
Where breathy sighs of pity mingle with laughter
That hides like vermin in the concrete seams.
The old man's stare, bitter, unwavering,
Follows the young man with a foreign tongue,
Each syllable grating on his weary ears,
Each word a puncture in his sense of self.
The tracks beneath pulsate with distant rhythm,
An electric hum heralding trains,
And all around, unseen but felt,
Silent inner pleas for the world to be as I see it and want it to be.
The young man's cap is tilted with casual ease,
His eyes bright, unguarded, full of tomorrow,
While the old man's grip tightens on his cane,
Knuckles white with a lifetime's anger.
And then, a sudden scream and rush,
The young man trips, stumbles, and falls,
A quick descent into the void below,
His body meets the rails with a sickening thud.
The old man flinches, a breath caught in his throat,
The echoes of horror ripple through the crowd,
The subway station halts, a silence heavy,
As the train screeches, too late to stop.
The old man's eyes, now wide with shock,
No longer see the young man's accent,
Only the lifeless form where he once stood,
The shadowed truth beneath all their words.
The strangers around draw closer,
Their differences momentarily blurred,
In the shared reality of what they've witnessed,
A grim reminder of fleeting, fragile life.
The old man turns away, his heart a twisted knot,
The anger replaced with a somber void,
The self-assurance crumbles like brittle stone,
Leaving only questions with no clear answers.
As my friends and enemy's gathered round my death bed
For the reading of my last will and testament
Excited with the prospect of what I have left
As my lawyer clears his throat, this is what he says
To Bob I leave all of my misery
He can use it when he needs company
To Sue I leave behind all of my regrets
If I live much longer I'm sure I can add to the list
And for Darren I've packed up all of my weakness
I hope you have the strength for them, as God is my witness
By now to say the least I'm sure some of you are shocked
But don't worry I'm leaving behind much more than that
Jamie for you I'm leaving my selfishness
That might be in itself my last selfish act
And Cindy here's my envy when it's all done and said
I bet you'll be wishing you had Sue's regret
Jerry to you I leave my jealousy
After all you always wanted it much more than me
I never got around to adding procrastination to the list
Guess you can all share when it comes to this
As my lawyer came to the end of the very last page
And all my friends and enemy's turned to walk away
I spoke my last words saying there's one thing I can't leave
As I'll be taking all of my happiness with me...
Softly, it lowers itself from above,
an adagio of light,
whispering eternities into the crevices in the air,
so pure it makes the silence around it audible,
a muted chorus for its song.
A voice that is an androgyny of original beauty,
divorced from Man and Woman,
or harking back to a time when they were one,
a tone so untainted,
it cannot have come from emotion,
yet in its echoes is a boundless empathy,
one that grieves for pain, aches for desire,
cries for loss, hope for hope,
for it is an innocence that nonetheless
understands the burden of humanity
and the price of life,
and in its luminous soarings,
offers a promise that
all this soon will pass.
Then this lone voice is joined by an epiphany of angels,
sonorous with a lullaby for tired souls.
Sing, boys, sing,
before manhood takes away the angel in you,
before a thirst for laughter coarsens your throat
and grounds its weightless timbre,
before tears shed and unshed
salt your voice into a cynic’s cackles,
and you join the calloused throngs
to whom you now choir.
For your voice will soon fall
through clouds and octaves to earth,
and, so fallen, forever lose its
wings.
Fly shadow fly
seeking another apple on outskirts of stages
I will not move unanswered
Powerful
is my name
Shadow flies whimpering
hosting another cloud filled with longing rhythms
an audience seeking crystal droplets
Showering
like young poets
Seeking another apple
pear found instead, the bite poor verse
whisper into tangled plaited hair
Paperwork
to translate longing
Outskirts of stages
I did not move upon a shore
there lies my reddened core
Shivering
a no return
Search no longing
sigma waves seek to moisten dry throat
they float only my apple
Exposure
for your tongue
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[ Poet’s Notes : Eliska Form :
5 lines in each Stanza
3 / 7 / 5 / 1 / 3 words per line.
Line 4 constraint:
3 or more syllables ]
Honourable Mention :
All Poetry Contest
March 26
The water retreats in a long, slow sigh
Exposing the ribbons that cling to the stone
Lush and dark, a secret held tight
by the pressure of depths they have always known
I reach for a strand, let it coil round my wrist
a velvet tension, a shudder of green
It binds with a softness I wasn’t prepared to feel
Like a ghost of a touch in the spaces between
The scent is sharp, brine and the cold
A heavy scent that fills up the chest
But the pulse in my throat is a warning, a thrum
that some things should stay in their restless rest
I pull my hand back from the swaying vine
From the way it curls, so supple and deep
The sea is still humming a name I can’t speak
and the memories are promises I’m not ready to keep