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I sense one’s sight, I wiggle my tail
My cheeks are kissed, I shriek in silence
My ears receive joy, it’s kept in my mail
I laugh in my visions. This makes no sense
I sleep in bed just to dream of some friend
I enjoy work just to study new souls
What matters to me’s not how much I’d spend
What matters to me’s if their life’s in control
I hear one word; my visions wander off
As words connect with what happened before
My smell’s so strong, you’ll either slam or scoff
My tongue’s a book which is always in store
My mind lives in a world far from the norm
The Eurovision’s my sole interest
Along with other music styles and forms
Because of this, I’m a C student at best
Some dumb folk screaming in my ear, I flinch
Words of agony, locked behind my door
Therefore, my sad face and these walls I’d punch
As signs of pain or the devil’s encore
I have a gifted mind so apt and deft
But I speak like some senseless soul so sick
As my words cannot translate my mind
So people picture my pride as some prick
I must time myself when it’s time to talk
I must check my own face in the mirror
So I’d refrain from giving my folks some shock
Maybe, coming clean would make my words clearer
The sounds of whisper and of a hubbub
Turns my heart in the form of a heartburn
As I’d never know what I’d learn in a pub
Maybe I’m a blessing or the one to spurn
Yet, does it matter if I flap my hands?
Does it matter if I should say I’m great?
So what if I’m cheerful by ploughing the sands?
So what if I’m quiet? No need for hate.
I’m a gifted man with eyes so bright
I’m a wise angel with a glazing heart
I guess I’m a knight who’s ready to fight
Therefore, you shouldn’t have judged me from the start
She dances to her music gracefully,
her choreography, at whim, profound.
With graceful twirls and spins, so dreamily,
her rhythm flows to music without sound.
She dances to the music only she
can hear- although I feel its lovely flow
and cadence shape her form; exquisitely
she falls and rises with an artful show.
No music here, but just a silent song
created by the currents that she feels;
with turns and twists, she aptly glides along,
directed by, whichever one appeals.
She dances to her music wondrously;
my muse- the soul mate of my poetry.
At the monument to the Roman Emperor Hadrian near the Tower
There is no place to put flowers
But if they made a pedestal there
And wrote Put your flowers here
I’ve no doubt that
People would bring their flowers to the foot of the statue
Out of respect for law and order
What a good move that would be
And politically useful
Some rebel won't even notice
How he turns into one of the law-abiding citizens
He once laughed at
And now his rebellion is all about
Draining bottles and dancing to familiar music
When he is alone and feels free
Waving his hands in the air and pulling out a scary face.
The walls of my retina are painted your image,
Colored magnificently by your beautiful face,
Your dimples,so simple yet eye captivating,
I wish to kiss those juicy lips till eternity.
A beautiful African woman with the best looks,
Who turns my dreams into reality.
Your catchy body figure - like its got hooks,
I wish I could hold those onion' hips even after life.
The desire of my heart is to love you,
To nurture,adore and treat you like a Queen.
Your beauty shall forever rock my world,
In the woods of the most dangerous places,
I wanna walk with you assured of your personal security.
We are forever together like shoes and laces,
I wish I could kiss your whole body fraternity.
When I ride 'pon a train through the mist and the rain,
I assure you it's bound for a singular place.
Such joy to forget where you've been; what a gain!
But tell me, my friend: where's the end of your race?
And what turns the wheels, after all, may I ask?
Dreams of hot steam fed by fires within?
Surely you see there's a daunt-bringing task:
to decipher directions again and again.
As you move down the tracks, I can see in your eyes,
the armies of questions and forces of doubt,
whispering in the dark as you tell yourself lies,
hoping you'll stand fast when your heart seeks to rout.
Phantoms of the past will never be gone,
but endure, my friend. Keep holding on.
Written for "The Poet's Ear" contest, sponsored by Greg Barden
23 July 2017
Holding Back the Years, Simply Red, https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yG07WSu7Q9w
the game of pretending
has gone on for too long
why do we crouch in fear
even though we are strong
with memory erased
we wander like the blind
a whisper comforts us
that soul’s divine aligned
pausing the flow of thought
in tranquil witness stance
by feeling not thinking
we turn inward our glance
relinquishing knowing
dropping every belief
softening attention
presence turns a new leaf
dwelling thus in the void
vibrance animated
in timeless time we see
ego’s decimated
awareness self-aware
is then what we reclaim
bliss magnetism rises
rapture that has no name
as we so surrender
polarities mingle
that all’s one we then see
our eye becomes single
from outside looking in
poised beyond space and time
our peaceful heart at rest
we imbibe bliss beat’s chime
Poetry Child
Child being mild gentle delicate,
a little angel yet brittle to nurture
with earnest care and sincerest affection.
Child is precious gift,a proud lift from couple to parents,
a blooming bud to blossom to a flower decorating family.
Most amazing asset and prime prospect of society.
Child abuse in any form or to hurt its tender heart
Or to violate child right is a cruel criminal offence
condemning family and degrading society.
Yield your yearnings, kindle your kindness,
dedicate your devotion to rear and cheer up an orphan.
Great is your love for child,
Greater is your effort, more comfort to bring
Greatest is your success most admirable,
when child turns a perfect personality.
04/07/16
Her eyes, though once bright, are cloudy,
shrunken and fragile the form
that long was brimful of vigor
and a will to outlast life's storms.
She stares past a blank horizon
through a door that I do not know;
the colors she sees are memories,
scents and sounds of the long ago.
A kaleidoscope of faces
turns merry-go-round in her mind;
while trees out her window whisper
soft lullabies long left behind.
The sound of my cheery greeting
draws her back to this metal room,
away from a creaking rocker
and her mama's sweet, gentle croon.
It is not my name she whispers
as I bend down to kiss her cheek,
but a name more dear than ever
mine was is the name that she speaks.
"Papa," the feeble voice quavers.
I am no more a part of her world;
the grandma that soothed my sorrows
is once again Papa's wee girl.
© 1987, Faye Lanham Gibson
Time has no boundary here
In between worlds, it transforms as I am
Some days I see it run;
There I stand still, awake
Perched on the mountain swaying
Other days I see it crawl;
Whispering to me in secrecy
I begin my descent through the void
Backwards the clock turns;
Allowing me to sleep in contemplation
Swirling all the pieces into a dream
Time sometimes grows rigid;
Anxiously awaiting my arrival
The keys dangling in my face
Many times I have seen it slip;
Beguiled by the foolery that is hidden
I find joy within the small miracles
Lesser times it skips a beat;
Momentary lapses of memory come
Forgetting where I left my vessel
Then time heals the disconnection;
And I, once again, step into the clearing
Strengthened by the flames
Wife's job vanished
Bank account diminishing
Future uncertain
Wolves are nosing at the door again.
My children smile at me,
Dance for joy when I come home;
Suddenly, no more fear, no worries for awhile
Funny how it takes all my concentration,
Such an effort of will,
To acheive, now and again,
The state of mind they take for granted.
The background noise of the big world is so high
One can barely think.
So I strive to rise above it,
To lift up and out of my little self
Climbing higher and higher
'Til the horizon's edges
Fall Away
And everything is Present:
No Future No Past
No Necessities
Only the one Conscious Moment
Shining here unbounded.
I see once more that I shall suffer for awhile,
But can this really touch my joys, my freedom?
- Only by my own permission.
No Joy without Pain
No Light without Dark
No Life without Death
Where are the sufferings of yesterday, of the years before?
Memories now, fading into the distance.
Troubles roll in, break over our lives
Then go, then come again
Sliding forwards and back on the tides of tomorrows.
I feel my pain, and close behind it
The world's far greater pain screaming
From its thousand daily wounds
Yet every day we go on, regardless
Fight the strain and it strengthens,
Let it break, then it recedes.
Do something, or nothing
The Wheel turns just the same.
Easily said, yet hard to do;
Nothing's more difficult
Than doing nothing.
My love runs deep, my senses alive and vibrant with her,
Countless small delights lay near to hand.
I've two children more beautiful than the stars
To gaze on as they sleep; drunken with love of them
- What matters some struggle, next to this?
Yesterday is lost to time, and tomorrow yet to be;
All I can hold is this One Moment - I must not let it fall!
I look within the Moment
Horizons Fall Away.
Reach for It - It slides away
Listen for It - no sound will come
- But glance away, be still awhile and wait
- It steals up in the wind and blows right though you, Singing.
It is like deep water.
On the surface everything changes, flows
But down below abides a Great Stillness.
Horizons Fall Away.