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The wind speaks softly through the trees,
Whispering warnings none can hear.
Beneath the sky, a world at ease,
Yet shadows swell with silent fear.
The air is thick with waiting now,
The scent of rain, of earth’s dismay.
The branches tremble at the bough,
Unsure if they should bend or stay.
Sideways rain will lash the night,
But in this pause, we find a place—
Between the calm, before the fight,
Where love becomes our last embrace.
Your touch is soft as winds arise,
Your lips speak out, a calming plea.
Though darkness looms and thunders rise,
In this still moment, we are free.
The trees and bushes bend and shake,
An anxious heart within the breeze,
But here, with you, no fear can take—
We face the storm on bended knees.
Huge raining time, but no pain in sky heart
Heron is flying with white could mountain
Under the shadow I'm walking towards
Blue sea crackling the address of shedding
Two birds tweeting for aching foodless life
Lockdown under unlock key to breathe good
Drizzle running after joking hotness
Sudden raindrops drenching veins of fever
Henna on your hairs digging noiseless grave
Black Sabbath singing loudly- God is dead
Ending stream comes but not with sole stoppage
Gruff truth playing with prayer of explore
Puzzled eyes groping in the barren womb
Time to lame time spreading unsure theory
01.07.2020 Chattogram
I remember when and how it all started..
On when, it was few months ago we chatted..
On how, along a thousands of strangers our ways threaded..
Now, you keep wandering in my mind..
A dreamlike statutes, you and I shared thoughts...
Of yesterdays, we thrive and forwardly fought..
Of tomorrows, we aspire and sought..
You keep wandering in my mind...
For sometime, we agree to a rendezvouz..
Although unsure, if we win or lose..
Yet, uncaringly we did paving way for us to boost..
You keep wandering in my mind..
Towering me by your otward heights..
Disengaging me in a conversation flight..
Like a colorful dancing kite in the sky..
You keep wandering in my mind..
Few months from now, I will go..
To my heart, to my humble home..
Will you come follow me or call me by phone?
You keep wandering in my mind. .
by: olive_eloi
3:41pm
24/10/2013
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Decisions
Once again the day has come and gone
So many things still left undone
Waiting for that right someone
Hoping he hasn’t come and gone
Wanting to be independent and free
All the while the thought scares me
Thoughts keep floating through my head
At times i don’t want to get out of bed
Needing to make it on my own
Wanting to prove that I am all grown
Breaking free is hard to do
Don’t want to disappoint you
I see the fear in your eye
Your little girl is trying to fly
You’re scared that i’ll leave you
But know I will always need you
Now it’s my time
To see how high i can climb
I know i can do it
Your love helps me through it
Don’t want you to you think i’m running away
For back to you i’ll always sway
You helped me grow and help me learn
But now it is my turn
Because of your i’ll never sink
You taught me how to swim
I’ll always have you
This is just something i have to do
Spread my wings and leave the nest
You’ll be a big part of the rest
It’s the circle of life
Dealing with all this strife
Right now i won’t bend
It’ll come in the end
Feeling like I am left behind
These last few years been in a bind
Wanting freedom but needing you
So unsure of what to do
Knowing i should take this chance
Not quite knowing how to dance
In the end just make it up
Learning it’s part of life to screw up
I’m still afraid to make mistakes
Knowing sometimes that what it takes
Knowing life may not be easy
At times not fun or breezy
But in the light of a new day
Everything’s clear all the way
I know what i have to do
Even though in some ways it may hurt you
But i’ll say it again like i did before
I’ll always have an open door
I hope you’ll use it
I know you’ll come through it
I’ll only be a call away
If you need me in any way
Remember this isn’t goodbye
Only something i must try
If love were 'dark matter'
it would be the size
of a small kidney stone.
Hate is
an intestinal tapeworm
that gnaws at our vitals,
though most folks
remain unsure just what 'vitals' are.
The human brain
does not write poetry,
it merely crouches inside one ear,
while shouting into the other.
Poetry abides at the center
of an ever-expanding constellation
deep within the pineal gland -
that physical presence
manipulates, as many as
ten fingertips or toes
plus, a sloshed Calliope
swinging back and forth,
as she clings precariously
to chandelier-like Adam's apple.
Lips learn to think for themselves,
with the help of undocumented
angels.
Thus, naturally
organically produced poetry
can easily be manifest
while a nose dips deep
into a foaming glass of beer.
Driving down a one way road
Every second not lived piles behind
Left on the worn pavement
Almost as if I've been here before
Can't turn around
Stuck watching every lost moment
Losing so much so consistently
It looks like you aren't moving at all
Road so coated in fog
All I know is what already passed
I know what I left behind
Unsure what is ahead of me
If I drive this road again
What's currently behind will be my path
I will finally know what's in front of me
Watching it disappear in the rear window feels safe
We don't know our future
Unless we keep repeating our past
I didn't know this road had an exit
Saw only the back of every sign
The car didn't choose the road it drove
So why do I blame every missed exit
Why don't I just open the door
And walk my own life alone
The car never knew I wanted out
It never knew I beat myself on every missed turn
So why should it know where I needed to go
Maybe the car was never the one lost
I was
It's late at night the stars are aglow
Quietly we huddle under the porch light
I want to kiss you but feel unsure, you
thank me politely for a night of fun, you dig
through your purse searching for the house key
I look for a sign that you want me to stay. You
find it opening the door and closing the night. It's
time for me to accept goodnight. The door is closed and yet I'm still
under the porch light in solitude. I hear some giggles and
see the curtain close. Your grandchildren seeking a peek
at Memaws new man. I smile and wave goodbye.
The frost in the air matches the frost in my hair
There will be other nights under the porch light.
A girl of sixteen, I heard her giggle and laugh
Even when the times were unsure and tough.
Laughter of youth sprouting from her heart
Made her face glow, a piece of charming art.
Wafting in the air the sound of music I heard
I knew it’s love singing in her heart like a bird.
In its soft rhythm her sparkling eyes danced
In the shadow of eyelids the tears of joy flashed.
Love is a strange thing, it often grows light wing
And flies away, the deserted heart stops to sing.
Her tender smile melted, silent tears began to flow
The sound of silence I would hear, I didn't know.
To freeze the tear stream in sixteen year old sad eye
Scrape it off, and fill joy in her life again, I would try.
___________
October 20, 2017.
For A Brian Strand Premiere No 1216 Contest
This Distance Between Us
by Michael R. Burch
This distance between us,
this vast gulf of remembrance
void of understanding,
sets us apart.
You are so far,
lost child,
weeping for consolation,
so dear to my heart.
Once near to my heart,
though seldom to touch,
now you are foreign,
now you grow faint . . .
like the wayward light of a vagabond star—
obscure, enigmatic.
Is the reveling gypsy
becoming a saint?
Now loneliness,
a broad expanse
—barren, forbidding—
whispers my name.
I, too, am a traveler
down this dark path,
unsure of the footing,
cursing the rain.
I, too, have felt pain,
pain and the ache of passion unfulfilled,
remorse, grief, and all the terrors
of the night.
And how very black
and how bleak my despair . . .
O, where are you, where are you
shining tonight?
I plant an image
and it comes up a poem
red, yellow and green.
It has leaves and limbs
and phrases never heard.
I walk around it and touch
it on all sides
realizing the body
is greater than the words.
The body is greater than my thoughts,
and late at night it talks to me.
I remember
an early morning drive
silent and still
skies of gold
new growth reaching for the sun
rising, rising from what was scorched
aspiring to be
old growth nearby
that knows no time
but knows all seasons at once.
I remember
telling a friend of the Great North Woods
of passing the passages that led
to campsites and clearings
passing.
I remember
coming back to her.
I tell her our story
unsure of where it begins
where the middle is,
and yet,
I don’t want it to end.
She clears a table
and comes back to refill my drink.
Neon lights in the window shine,
and she smiles at me-
there are stars in her eyes.