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"A PAUSE LONG ENOUGH"
...'That you might momentarily glimpse in my direction'...
Is it so unusual that we should want some recognition,
Or is it that we write for our own cognition?
Although our words may truly stand tall
Perhaps they are the least recognized of all.
True, we want our words in each poetic event
To be worthy, read, and swell our breast with compliment.
By your test you have opened a door
That has made me want to glimpse a little more.
I see a theme in the things you say
Quiet, resolved, some longing in a way...
Now I have been grasped by the quiet words you write
That each time I read them they will pull me tight.
For you, my friend, have a gifted soul
A depth and quality to make words whole.
Who are you in this writer's world so rough?
A WORDSMITH...whose work I have not paused to read nearly enough.
for "Who Do You Think I Am?" contest
The Weeping Angel Of The Forest
She was placed there so long ago
Her job was to protect an ancient forest
But man came in and saw the beauty of the land
The forest was not something they wanted
So, they came in with saws and axes
Cutting down the trees by the hundreds
And when they finished only a very few were left
The angel still watches over her charges
But now her eyes are full of bitter tears
Instead of the life and hope they once held
She will remain in the forest she loves
Surrounded by the children she has protected
Always showing the mourning she feels
She has been given a name which truly fits her
She is The Weeping Angel Of The Forest
And her remaining children are safe as long as she lives
Ah... how envious, those young, restless, and fecund...
Lucky young guys and gals
admission courtesy yours
truly finds small (medium)
poetaster at large rubicund
perhaps anonymous reader
lollygagging (cyber space)
while away leisure stunned
boot why such shock despite
old & decrepit peppy gunned
no longer doth comb when
god ole temptation beckoned.
Peak procreative years (mine) 4 foo
fighting excellent seamen amidst goo
(albeit sticky) nevertheless, envious
(guess) no matter libido truly extinct
flagellum equipped motile squirming
microscopic male reproductive cell.
Yes... inexplicable to yours truly why
upon waning hours of April seventh I
a run of the Mill (on the Floss) mellow
solitary, ja Democratic trumpeting guy
(donned with predilection to reflect his
nonestablishmentarian 20/ 20 hindsight)
every now and again prompted well nigh
ruminate, notate, incorporate...by and by
to experience fatherhood at least once
again though not a parent I feel gun shy
especially mine eyes seen glory... when
these out of sight myopic left and right
brown (not tubby cornea er anything)
aye shudder to think "camera-type eye"
cannot envision day of reckoning when...
hate making (figurative) spectacle (wry
ming poems impossible mission without
ability to see, but near future visualizes
optimism exaltant mood blind as bat cry
tears of joy (re:) gaining ability to delight
to sit and/or stand watching fresh paint dry
favorite pastime as coronavirus also known
(COVID-19) nifty and groovy innocuous eh
handy handy acronym establishing quite dye
hoe mite reputation when good times run dry
whetting appetite of ginned up entrepreneurs
meanwhile mayhem across globe goes awry
as medical practitioners nsync with scientists
pool their knowledge amidst race against time
aware every bloody seconds spells do or die,
puzzlement prevails felled others squeak by
with razor thin prognostication, not succumb
make miraculous recovery in a blink on the fly
instantaneous become asymptomatic odds defy
punishing fate inducing atheists beckoning sky
beseeching cosmic force allowing, enabling,
+ providing free and easy breathing of alveoli.
(Perhaps the desire to find Nirvana has become tainted? A worm of a man has done this to me; has burrowed into the fruit of my dreams.)
We who wield the mighty sword
leaded and sharpened neat and straight
search vainly for hearty tales
where Eros or God has placed a hand
and turned the wilderness we have made
back into the garden with apple trees
and juicy synonym pairs and plums.
We yearn to taste the flesh sublime
to feel its secretions dripping
and with them ourselves slipping
into a whirlpool of sheer delight
from which we never rediscover
loneliness, despair, and pain.
Oh to be in that blissful state again
this side of the great divide!
So I put my pen and sword aside,
straighten my back and feign content
when in truth the World's goodness
is so well and truly spent
that it has bled me completely dry.
For every orphaned child I wish to cry,
or for widowed mother lowly bent
her home a shattered withered wreck,
I stay safely at home cocooned
my tears long since completely dried
desensitised by gory media information -
I count them one by one instead
as passing dark amorphous sheep
whose task is solely to prevent my sleep.
© griffonner 2022
To whomsoever it may concern,
something to truly discern.
God is alive and well this day,
don't forget to kneel and pray.
Some say that there is no God,
while in their darkness they trod.
Blind from within they can't see,
yet want to lead you and me.
If they can't find a way to deceive,
they try to steal what we believe.
God is and always will be alive and well you see,
For a child of God are you and me.
Call upon His mighty name today,
His light over power's the darkened way.
Go ahead give God a loud shout,
doing so in faith without a doubt.
God is alive and well to those who believe,
believe in Him and you will receive -
OUR GOD, OUR FATHER IS ALIVE AND WELL,
THIS TRUTH ON THE HOUSE TOP'S YELL!
My heart beats fast, my soul feels alive
When I see you, my love, my heart thrives
In two short years, you'll leave my sight
Leaving me with memories, day and night
I long to tell you, how I truly feel
But words get stuck, my heart reveals
The pain of silence, the joy of love
A bittersweet mix, sent from above
Your smile lights up, the darkest space
Your laughter echoes, a sweet embrace
I'm lost in your eyes, like a ship at sea
Forever adrift, in love's ecstasy
Though you'll depart, and I'll stay behind
My love for you, will forever shine
I'll wait for you, through life's joys and fears
Forever single, through all the years
My love for you, a flame so true
A constant burning, forever shining through
In joy and pain, it will forever grow
A love so strong, that only I know
So go ahead, chase your dreams afar
Know that my love, will travel with you, like a star
Guiding you on, through life's plodding pace
You, my love, my heart's sacred space.
Autism Life
No words spoken, Just Silence, Hand flapping, sudden outbursts, kicking, screaming about, nothing new to a Autism mom,
were used to the stares, the comments made under your breath, you think we dont hear you, your quick to judge, quick to made a hastly retreat. Just thinking your lucky stars it doesn't happen in your home.
Public places such as library's, malls, grocery stores, even our neighborhood church, these places are a welcome site for any typical child, as long as you dont have to deal with a out of control child, who has no control of his/her behavior, you are glad you are able to frequent these places whenever you please.
But for a mom of an child with autism, its a nightmare, the noises, the lights, the large crowds, the loud music, is too much, its like having a million voices screaming at you at the same time, if you want to see what its like, please stand in line.
If you want to be helpful, if you truly care, I have a few tips for you, Dont judge, listen, dont stare, help with a grasp of our hand, Tell me you understand, come help me with my out of control child, who is trying hard to calm him/herself the best they can. Come give me a hand, so that i can have five minutes of peace. Come take away my burdens, make my load light,
Because what I have just told you, is truly and honestly, the 24/7 hectic, sad, sometmes isolating life of a Mother of Autism's life..
The mystery woman was an angel-
Unknown to all, until the farewell!
Issued solely by the Lord of Lords,
To resolve things that He abhorred.
In a move shattering the orthodox,
God created a marvellous paradox-
Of two completely opposing facts,
While still leaving reality intact.
She was the smoke, without any fire,
She was the chorus, without a choir;
Like a dream that fades upon awaking,
Like a stranger in the fog mistaking.
Quietly, covertly, did she contrive,
Like busy bees in their little hive;
But lived always in His secret room,
Undaunted by any difficulty or gloom.
She truly was here, yet also was not,
Sweet as the cardinal's first apricot;
The stronger reality, however, lingers-
Somehow she slipped through our fingers!
P D is VANE everybody.
P D craves fame and popularity.
Probably comes from a very dysfunctional family.
My poor little poet destroyer P D.
PD won't slam woman and do you know why?
She has nothing against women, but P D hates guys.
P D buy guys has most probably been victimized.
So P D just loves slamin men,
again, and again.
It's P D's way of getting even
with all the stupid men
who may have made her a victim.
Slam the hell outta me PD my friend,
if this is truly your reason for being the ongoing champion
in the artful poetry none as SLAM.
Ya need to victimize a male,
look no further. You'll slaughter me every time and never fail.
because you helped me tremendously P D,
and so in return I'll always be there for my little Poet Destroyer, Pd
Oh yes, by the way PD, I've beaten you to the punch and posted for all to read
My sincere message of apology to you for all to read.
There isn't anything about me that I care others see.
So Ha Ha. Beat Ya to it! In ya face PD!
"I really do consider you a very close friend to me, but if you want to cut off ties with me, I'll
understand and not take it personally. If I did offend you PD, I'm very sorry. Most Sincerely,
theKidster, Billy"
fathers day is near
so we can tell our fathers that they are dear
I feel exited and have a flutter in my heart
for from My fathers Love I will never depart
19 years ago
the Lord I truly came to know
so on fathers day
we were reunited our hearts came as one
my new life began and my old one had gone
there is no words to say
how awesome it was to give my life back to him that day
so fathers day is special more than any other time
for the Lord called me to be his and he is mine
so father in heaven I love you
and are thankfull for all the things that you do
and thank you that my earthly father is safe there with you. Amen
Do not be afraid for I have reddemd you i called you by your name and you are mine. Amen