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Puzzling Relationship
Our edges seem so similar
Meant to fit, snuggly together
The tongue of your dry humor
Locks into the Grove of my clever wit
Forming attachments in every aspect of our lives
An image appears of our happy union
Then, as we filled in more and more,
Layer upon layer,
I found pieces that did not fit just so.
I rearranged my shape,
Just a bit, that's okay...
To force the connection that began so easily.
Pull this bit in, push this and fold here,
Until a ***** image forms
It is the appearance of "Us", but off.
Until, we no longer recognize ourselves.
Is it possible to unravel this mess?
Once we tear the pieces apart
Will they ever regain their original shape?
My pieces, unlocked from yours, seem deformed,
Misshapen, wonky.
Who is this Picasso I see in the mirror?
Eddy, the dog-walker, of Park Lane South, seems
the youngest guy to ever be followed with fervor
by a bunch of well-groomed, and well-fed puppies;
and does one not wonder how he manages them all?
He has been in the pet business for decades charging minimal fees,
and what a great service he provides for his customers he loves to please;
never did he lose any of them...his dealings are fair, kind and friendly
and considering the amount he handles, he must be a very smart guy!
Exactly at eight o' clock, he leaves his shop without a bite,
turning all responsibilities over to Debbie,
and he trusts her like she were close family;
don't trust and friendship go hand in hand as kid and kite?
By the way I've described him, you think everything goes smoothly?
No, by Heaven's sake he has his ups and downs constantly;
and when one of those hounds escapes from an unlocked cage...
you should see how he runs after him, feel his uncontrolled rage!
I would like the world to be fair.
Everyone would be joyful and excited about life.
When someone accomplished something
we would all hoot and holler and yell in glee for them.
We would be joyful when someone else won an award.
I would like the world to be safe and kind.
Everyone would leave their house unlocked.
Because they would trust their neighbors and friends.
There would be no robbery or rapes or killings.
Because the world would be loving, and everyone would have friends.
We would take care of each other and uplift each other,
knowing that we are all spirit beings, related in some wonderful way.
No one better than any other person, all of us spiritual cousins.
Written 6-05-2022
Contest: If Only My Wish Would Come True
Sponsor: Anoucheka Gangabisson
Love describable in words
Echoes through the sentences
Roses are red and it is about you
The sky is blue and we have love to pursue
Endless and enduring love
Together for all times
A Champagne raise and kisses
Candy for my sweetness
My cherished love for you in glister
Enter in as the door is unlocked
Every embrace is for our love to flourish
I am the Poet across the room
You could be my write
Every hand hold I will know you are my true love
The Stars twinkle romance with our eyes of fascination
Every smile on our faces is joy and blessings
Every candle lit the goodness of us
It’s the passion being love throughout
You are my honest and I am your promise
Together our love is hot and ready to boil
We stand together as one with romantic always on our minds
My Sunshine and I am the blue skies
Crystal clear, just come closer near
Enchanted our story tail
I love you more than ever
A Poet’s romantic ways
Love will continue every day
Year in and never out
Love you Baby
Don't Be Afraid To Love
I drew him into my twirling, swirling drowning world
Not conscious to a one sided love dream-world
How can it be love, in a place that it’s just one- sided love affair?
To fall into the hands of rape an entrapped snare
To lace each other’s fingers an embrace tenderly
A rage of madness sea of lust is free
Empty soul and numb from madness exorcisms
Flashbacks from the past autumns
~
He touched my soul with kindness and compassion
Years of secrets locked up in a vault now unlocked with passion
To feel warmth race of each other’s deepened passion
Encasing two loving hearts as one beacon
I have learned a whole new way of life in a new world leaving the past disappear
To see the beauty between darkness and light of the stars without fear
My beloved gave me courage to see
The future belongs to me, to allow my heart to heal and feel free
11/24/2015
We are dog/house sitting for friends of ours while they are on a cruise
I’ve heard it said you don’t really know a person until you walk a mile in their shoes…
I imagine that is true…in their shoes you walk, you run…you roam
but I also think you get to know a person when you spend time in their home.
As I walk from room to room I realize how their house is their memoir
It’s filled with memories…with bits and pieces of who they were…and are.
I begin to notice how pictures of their family can be found in every room.
It’s like I’m in a museum…I stop…I look…then I resume…
I see old people, young people, babies…pictures spanning generations
all contributing to the story of one family’s creation.
I pause at every picture…and as I visit…one by one…
I suddenly realize how many families go into making one.
I see love portrayed in pictures of people I know and some who remain unnamed
captured for eternity inside a picture frame
Perhaps that’s why we have so many pictures…not only for us to easily see
but every time we pass…it awakens a memory.
In every picture I can see joy…a smile on every face
proving quite definitively how happiness fills this place.
I’m sure there’s also been some sadness…some tragedy and fear….
Some people in these pictures I’m sure are gone…but their memories linger here.
And we are happy to be sitting in their house as off to other realms they roam…
Knowing not only do they have a beautiful house…they have a beautiful home.
(P.S. Another reason we’re glad to be in charge as they enjoy their birthday cruise….
They left a bunch of unlocked cabinets…and they’re all filled with booze!)
A glimpse in time
I wander your rugged roads
Ignited by a glowing future
Digging into my own mind
So that the surgeon might fix himself
Sullied in a swinging sorrow...
Born into your light at the start of the day
I then mire under the stars each night in a rueful decay
A zillion lives in a day
Fractured love is love after all...
The Garden Isle holds you closer than Oahu does
Less of the screams and shouts of industry
While ghostlike fortune shoots from my ears
My identity dispersing
And I stand aright on a beckoning beam...
Soldiers of madness don your fake noses
Rename your children
And run aground with me
Haunt the light that has no name
Leaves of morass
This is what drains
Not being able to hold dear to one rhythmic chord
Sensing escape I flee
I mean to fly
When instead the will sponges back into life
And I am a coward among cranberries
Mending the unlocked gate
Laughing for you
Where silence would be stronger
Just not as fun
The arrangement of our lives
Appear as boundless landscapes
Illuminating a glimpse of the now
Time untethered
For your remorseless surrender
The wealthy Sterling family
was completely devastated
when their beloved butler,
Arthur, suddenly vanished.
Arthur had served them with
flawless devotion, warmth,
and unmatched grace for
over three decades.
Lord Reginald and Lady
Eleanor immediately
gathered the entire
household staff in the grand
library.
Detective Richard Vance was
called to the mansion to
investigate the mysterious,
sudden disappearance.
Vance began by searching
Arthur's meticulous quarters,
looking for any hidden clues
or notes.
inside a leather- bound
ledger, Vance found a
frantic, handwritten note
detailing a dark secret.
Arthur discovered that Clara
the maid and Thomas the
gardener were secretly
stealing luxury silverware.
The brilliant butler noticed
the sterling silver forks and
golden platters vanishing
week by week.
When Arthur confronted the
thieving duo in the
greenhouse, they panicked
and took him hostage.
Clara and Thomas bound and
gagged the loyal butler,
locking him deep inside the
dark root cellar.
Vance noticed Clara's hands
trembling violently as she
served tea during the tense
interrogation.
The detective also spotted
fresh, deep mud tracking
from the greenhouse directly
into the main house.
Thomas claimed he was busy
trimming the hedges all
morning, but his boots were
completely dry.
Vance swiftly led the worried
Sterling family down into the
damp, shadowy depths of
the cellar.
With a heavy iron key found
in Clara's apron pocket,
Vance unlocked the rusted
cellar door.
There lay Arthur, bound to a
wooden chair but thankfully
completely unharmed and
safe.
Beside him sat three massive
canvas sacks overflowing
with the family's missing
luxury silverware.
Clara and Thomas fell to their
knees, weeping and
confessing to the entire
greedy scheme.
Lord Reginald immediately
called the authorities, while
Lady Eleanor wept tears of
pure relief.
The beloved butler was safely saved, and the family
threw a grand feast in his honor.
The day comes
with its invitations,
a door that can be unlocked
by a thought, a window
whose light beckons
the soul out of its dark retreat
and, along a passageway,
the sound of familiar voices.
And here you are,
cramped for so long
in your space that the shape
of who you are has become fixed
and seized solid in its way.
Deep in its contemplative soil
it sleeps rootbound
in its own pot.
If you listen,
the world is rousing you
as you crawl out of your dream
and sit on the side
of your life, dangling your feet
over the abyss that surrounds
you and the shrinking island
of yourself.
Hear what is being said
and let the world welcome you
with all of its imperfections,
uncertainties and risk.
Fall into its arms,
recklessly and full of doubt,
towards love.
THE NEW JERUSALEM
THE FIRST STANZA
Have thou ever seen such a concordance?
A new relation between man and beast
For beyond these hostile hills lies a place where the boisterous Bacchus feast
Imagine the fruits of Adam grow on a common tree
Where all would merry, ebony and ivory
Slave and free
Imagine the seven rivers meet at a widen strait
For today good has triumph over evil
Love burns up hate
The New Jerusalem is not a truce between Zion and Arabia.
Nor is it the fall of another great wall
It is not the end to man’s vicious battles fought with monstrous infernos, sulphur and thunder
But it encompasses all
THE SECOND STANZA
Have thou ever seen such an enterprise?
Where the stars would rejoice
For the lachrymal clouds would start to sing and dance at the slightest hearing of the voice
Oh! Pure ecstasy! Elysium devour me please
For a lamb has made it so
Imagine a land replenished with trees, gardens and lakes
Where untold pearls and diamonds grow
Imagine the Pandora’s box once unlocked now thrown into its abysmal grave
For a thousand pieces of silver, gold and mace
Is no equal to the deeds of the brave
The New Jerusalem is not the new –found romance between Babylonia and the Eagle.
Nor is it the coalescence of Prussia
It is all that is said and will be said
And not the rebirth of Russia
By Akanbi Olusegun
Copyright 2003.