Long Twelfth Poems
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Trapped inside a wasteland,
dying inch by inch
Slave inside a rusted heart,
feelings chained then lynched
Later now than yesterday,
earlier than goodbye
Spooled like thread that can’t be sewn,
the needle asking why
But time contorts, reversing,
trumpets call you home
Eyes unspoken, voice untouched,
senses all atoned
Words on fire with freedom stirred,
reasons scorched and bare
A silence brewing louder,
new light burns through the air
Eleven Angels fly as one,
and twelfth, you join their throng
With wings now soaring inward
—time’s grip left dead and gone
(Airplane To Seattle: March 8, 2017)
I don't mind staying up late
If it's to stare up at those eyes
As I'm glaring at them in our pillow talk
And as your soul lights up from your eyes
Cause they glow every time I turn the lights off
It's like with every touch under the sheets, I turn them on
And that's why you glow making it easier to trace your body
Even though by now it's imprinted in my mind
I don't mind staying up late
Cause you tend to losen up by the hour
So that by the twelfth hour
The mast is up;and her flag goes up and down
Cause by the holy hour of two
The hour after which nothing good happens
We were all up, her screaming profanities
Letting her demons tear up the sheets
I don't mind staying up late
If that let's me stare at her as she sleeps
Soundly on the canvas where we dared make art
Cause its like we were in rhythm during each stroke
The PO£T
M-ake it soft and tender,
A-s the breeze in the morning;
R-ough road in front of you
I-s hard to pass in the evening.
C-an you make it soft and tender?
A-h! you really can do it;
R-earrange the kind of life, free and far from anger's hit.
R-oll it soft and tender,
E-very move that you make;
M-ight be so very smooth
P-art that can easily break.
I-t can be done soft and tender,
L-oving the touch of the new-born;
L-et it be real gentle,
O-n July twelfth early morn.
A-ct soft and tender
B-efore the Lord Almighty;
L-earn to be a mild servant,
A-ccepting your divine duty.
N-ot careless in handling love,
E-ven if others are hell-for-leather;
D-evil-may-care you're not,
A-s you hold it soft and tender.
Love is my religion
Love is my religion;
It asks for no more.
It is what it is;
Nothing is for sure.
It may not exist,
But imagine if it did!
You could be my Queen and I your King
And in a different dimension,
This joke could become serious thinking.
Thinking about love;
Ah the delusions.
Another delirious fool painting illusions.
Surely there is no such a thing as love at first sight?
That would not be right.
It’s right where you stand, where you are, what you see.
I am here, all yours, if you want me.
Is it love at first sight,
Or love on twelfth night?
Or is it twenty, maybe fifty, or maybe the thousandth time?
Is it a year or more and who are you to tell me how to worship?
Get out of here and go back to your version of it.
It does not exist inside my head… yet.
There is no chance of conversion.
Try your best to convert me, you are preaching to the converted,
But our ideas are very different,
Because I’m worth it and you are a lesser version.
My soul already sold in exchange for hope.
Pandora has awoken; I’m a cloud of smoke,
A conjuror’s trick, this love thing stinks!
Until you have it
And then it is magic!
(C)2019 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
I once secured a mortgage loan, never noticing the date on the statement.* I was concerned about securing a down payment and an affordable payment.
The interest rate was one to die for, it seemed; and the house was both a steal and a dream.
The steal allowed the house to be affordable, and the dream made it incredibly adorable. .
The four words were right before me as plain as day.
It read, "Last payment due on "The Twelfth Of Never". It was as if I was signing so much of my life away.
When I finally took the time to analyze things, my tight-fitting head became filled with steam;
To-die-for interest rates became a never-dying nightmare of a never ending story, and putting the cart before the horse
in pursuit of a house has brought me far too much worry.
So I bid you beware of deals that look like a steal. Be wise to read the details before you close the deal.
And beware of that God-forbidding 'Twelfth of Never', because it can pain your life for what seems forever.
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Title chosen: The Twelfth Of Never.5P *Fiction
Karmic seeds once sown,
Thought, I’d reap fruits by me grown,
Spring came, soon was gone,
And turned to summer too soon,
And fruitless far my fortune!
It dawned: I might sow,
But it pays if I well know:
My job’s just to sow,
Man no more can than propose,
Someone sits there to dispose.
______________________________
Rengay |16.02.2022|
Poet’s note: A twelfth century poetic style in Japan, Rengay started as a collaborative form of poetry, with two stanzas, the first called Hokku, later became Haiku of seventeen syllables in three lines. The next stanza is a couplet of seven syllables each in both the lines.
When cheerful daisies fail to bloom in Spring
and the buds dry on the vine;
when the robin no longer attempts to sing
and the rivers turn into brine;
when the fireflies of Summer do not glow
and the rain can’t reach the earth;
when the seven seas cease their ebb and flow
and the ship is mired in its berth;
when Autumn loses its brilliant colors
and prevailing winds stand still;
when nevermore dwell ardent lovers
and hearts shed their romantic thrill;
when Winter holds no wonders to show
and the sun, no reason to shine;
when the mountain knows not of snow
and the stars refuse to align;
when you are gone and no longer in sight
and I no longer your face can imbue;
when your touch leaves and takes its flight,
then that’s when I’ll stop loving you.
In one urban area in the Midwest, there lived a young, beautiful lady named A. She wanted to get married so young because she dreamed of having a dozen children.
One day, A met a young guy named B. They felt it's "love at first sight" and so they became girlfriend and boyfriend so early. Nothing too serious happened between the two during the eleven months of good relationship. On the twelfth month, B disappeared. A searched for B the whole month, but never saw him again.
A met a new guy, named C. They became closed so quick and spent eleven months of laughter and enjoyment. On the twelfth month, however, C died. A was brokenhearted and grieved one whole month. A said to herself that she doesn't want to fall in love again.
A month later, she met a different guy named D. A decided not to have a serious relationship with anyone anymore. Their relationship lasted a year and parted ways.
A met another guy, named E. She did the same thing. And every year thereafter, she just changed her boyfriend in the next twenty years -- meeting F, G, H, I... and Y. On the twenty-first year, A met Z. Their relationship lasted almost a year too.
A wrote on her diary everything about her previous relationships, good and not so good that she felt and experienced in her life. She even decided to publish her diary and keep it for life. When she called the publishing company she contacted for printing, she was asked to appear in person. It's the editor who requested her to come over.
When A met the editor, she was surprised. She met B again after twenty-five long years. And finally, A was married.
"Mom." "Back so soon." "Michelangelo sculpt
his heart out--a goddess." "Blasphemy." "Dreamt
you up, he did--and no, it's true." "Your breadth
is solid." "My breath?" "About, pops, your bronzed
god." "No, 'twas an award statue." "That prompts
you to ask him for a date ..." "A swim." "Depth
for many seasons to check out, the eighth
wonder of the world." "John..., Until the twelfth ..."
"Mama, I'm here, Mama" "My son." "Chimney
stack goes off, like pops." "Your dad ... my husband
that you bring back to life, we're all foible."
His messy desk, but he knows it, angry
when I first cleaned HIS mess--divine sanction,
we're blessed ...," "Mom ... (sigh) ... you're also my angel."
On the first day of Christmas Ziggy gave to me
a wet nose on my cheek
On the second day of Christmas Ziggy gave to me
Two paws for shaking and
a wet nose on my cheek
On the third day of Christmas Ziggy gave to me
Three loud barks, two paws for shaking and
a wet nose on my cheek
On the fourth day of Christmas Ziggy gave to me
Four poopy piles, three loud barks, two paws for shaking and
a wet nose on my cheek
On the fifth day of Christmas Ziggy gave to me
Five walks a week, four poopy piles,
three loud barks, two paws for shaking and
a wet nose on my cheek
On the sixth day of Christmas Ziggy gave to me
Six running zoomies, five walks a week, four poopy piles,
three loud barks, two paws for shaking and
a wet nose on my cheek
On the seventh day of Christmas Ziggy gave to me
Seven gassy farts, six running zoomies, five walks a week,
four poopy piles, three loud barks, two paws for shaking and,
a wet nose on my cheek
On the eighth day of Christmas Ziggy gave to me
Eight times a begging, seven gassy farts, six running zoomies, five walks a week, four poopy piles, three loud barks, two paws for shaking and
a wet nose on my cheek
On the ninth day of Christmas Ziggy gave to me
Nine new stuffies, eight times a begging, seven gassy farts, six running zoomies, five walks a week, four poopy piles, three loud barks, two paws for shaking and a wet nose on my cheek
On the tenth day of Christmas Ziggy Gave to me
Ten long nails, nine new stuffies, eight times a begging, seven gassy farts, six running zoomies, five walks a week, four poopy piles, three loud barks, two paws for shaking and a wet nose on my cheek
On the eleventh day of Christmas Ziggy gave to me
eleven muddy paw prints, ten long nails, nine new stuffies, eight times a begging, six running zoomies, five walks a week, four poopy piles, three loud barks, two paws for shaking and a wet nose on my cheek
On the twelfth day of Christmas Ziggy gave to me
Twelve warm cuddles, eleven muddy paw prints, ten long nails, nine new stuffies, eight times a begging, seven gassy farts, six running zoomies,
five walks a week, four poopy piles, three loud barks, two paws for shaking and a wet nose on my cheek