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Deceitful seasons breed perfidy
Waves form the fantasy of the starry beam
The heart of crimson is bleeding
Reflection is a calm shade of blue
Blustery winds in the four seasons.
Your lights feature an ominous vibe
the shine of crimson, as pools of blood
It is fully murky throughout the street
I shiver as rain pours into the rills on my body
Your farewell echoes in the darkness
Daggering through the heart
Without you, who would I be?
Heaven's purple shade
shows a glint of silver moonlight
dazzles a modest dwelling
And I will join you in gazing at the sky
The moon attempted to convey this
skyward-looking but windowless
as blind as they wanted to peer into my chest
barrenness and broken fantasy.
Written: November 18, 2022
he won't step down from his position
to allow someone new
to be what he had stride to be
"best and known as best!"
Black Vulcan faced dicrimnation
in the cartoon world
he sought remedy
for solutions of his mistreatment
Superman once told him
" let me do my thang: and you'll get yours"
he never knew he would have to quote
that superman before those whom he wished to impress.
Zan the man of the wonder twins
wanted to date someone new
he asked Black Vulcan his opionion about
bring his freind Solia to the Justice league.
Black Vulcan told him
if the memeber of the Justice League treats your
freind like they treated mine, your in for
a rude awaking.
Zan responded yeah, but my freinds a guy,
I'm digging on Leaning on marrying him.
" a guy!" what you talking bout.
you aint melting no greaseman up in here!"
I don't know why ya'll wanna get srunk-with those husmalos anyway. You do it! said Zan you do it. I know about something you don't want me to know.
Black Vulcan told Zan why he had to
Grack on Jiggy.
He knew about me and Black Manta, he knew. And I found out they told him cause I was black.
they needed away to speak about me and gianata trying to get together
but that bytch aint got people sense much less, black people sensitivty!
The words you used were far from true
Looking back I wished I knew
You pursued and gave the chase
But in the end put me in my place
You knew from the start just where you had me
It was written on my face for all to see
You said it first, I heard from you
I waited until I said I love you too
There was so much more so many a beautiful word
They were the best work of fiction I have ever heard
Everything you wanted all you had dreamed
I guess it was never as important as it seemed
Babies and houses, anything you could get
You said you wanted all of me, every last bit
Then came the accepted offer on your country place
You said you didn't want to go as tears rolled down your face
You said me not him is where you should be
I'll find a way out, just watch and see
Stay don't go, I begged and I pleaded
I am in love with you, you are all that I needed
Once more we made love in our stand of pine
We embraced teary eyed as you promised you were mine
To pass on true love you said you were a fool
In the end you wanted and I was just your tool
Which words were false and which were true
Which words did you mean, I wish I knew
So many beautiful things were said
"What if" will haunt me until I am dead
My words were true they were from the heart
I loved you with all from the very start
My life is in pieces, there is pain every day
I watch on social media as in your new place you frolic and play
If you meant what you said, then how true could they be
Because you are there, and it's not with me
The gracefulness of her inner light preceded her
Sjeda landed with dignity, wearing her truth for protection
Other faeries fell silent, recognizing her as the one
They had seen in their Christmas dreams for many years
Her entourage was warned to not get too close
She wanted to assess things for herself,
So they came in wearing indivisibility suits
Prophetess fairies could sense them, but kept quiet
Sjeda reveled in the prettiness of the snow dusted trees.
She had seen fir trees in her visions, and they smelled like heaven
Not like faerie heaven, but the real heaven, or so she guessed
No one greeted her. The commoners were too stunned.
The forest was twinkling with diamond sparkles of snow.
It was the most glorious and prettiest sight in the world.
She giggled and saw her breath; others giggled, relieved.
Come play, she urged them. Come meet my friends and dine.
Her entourage appeared, and the faeries joined her.
They drank hot cocoa and apple cider. There were cinnamon sticks.
Memories were made that day, and the only present was
The present of the Faerie Queen, it was by far enough for the rest of their lives.
His face was serious
His voice was more than something professional.
She had darker circles under her eyes.
She was absent-minded,
She was lost somewhere else.
“ Please, tell me, are you hearing voices now?” He asked.
Her pale face turned to him, “No.”
He was scanning her face.
He asked again,” Are you sure?”
She got a bit agitated.
She looked in his eyes in search of something.
She saw nothingness curved in perfection, style.
She was looking for words, helplessly.
And then she gave up.
That night before sleeping, she wanted to write
She wanted to write about love
She wanted to write about hope
She wanted to write about peace.
She wanted to write about a timeless verse of beauty.
She watched the night sky brimming with stars
Tired, she wanted to die in a deep sleep
She was aspiring for the sacred most dream
She was longing for a voice
Talking to the angels of Babil.
And then she realized what she wrote
She wrote only one word, one huge word
Voices.
If I could make you see that I am finally ready to love I would.
What you perceived as hate was me protecting my shattered heart.
If I could take back all the times I hurt you and made you feel unloved
I would.
It was not that I didn't want to love you, I didn't know how to love.
If I could I perform surgery on your broken heart, I would give you a
brand new heart.
All the times that I said I loved you , I desperately wanted it to be true.
If I could I make you see that person I am today loves only you, I would.
Inspired by The Response to “If” Contest
Sponsor:Silent One
Yes, we changed, for we gave too much and received nothing in return,
Seeking to comfort others, yet no one asked if we were okay,
We stayed up late to console souls but cried ourselves to sleep alone,
We changed when we realized that effort is not love, and people take as much as we give.
Friendships fade when we are no longer useful, relationships are just convenient,
We changed when we got tired of apologizing for being too much or too little,
Tired of sending the first message, making excuses for those who have no time for us,
We changed when we learned that silence speaks more than words,
That distance reveals who truly cares, not the love that feels like begging,
That people don't lose us—they let us go, and we began to choose ourselves,
We stopped trying to fix what was breaking us, our peace was worth more,
We changed because we had to, the weight of expectations was too heavy to bear.
No one ever asked what we needed, tired of being strong for everyone else,
Yes, we changed, not because we wanted to, but because we realized,
We were never meant to stay the same, for souls grow and change,
Deep down, we understood that change is a song of survival.
Reliving Upside Down
by Odin Roark
The Jungle Gym geodesic glistened,
Afternoon showers dripped,
Languorous droplets fell,
Saturating sand below,
Just like then.
Bench of parents
Reflected memories old,
Stroller wheels struggling,
Obstinate sand as obstacle,
Giggles and screeches
From canopy covered pram,
Bumpy ride for my brother,
His laughter, sheer joy.
Fathers,
Mothers,
Sitters and nannies,
Attentive to children’s every move.
So many eyes saw me
Atop the dome’s iron lattice,
Hanging by my legs,
Seeing the world upside down,
Shouting, “Look at me, Grandpa!”
He didn’t notice this day,
His sudden slumped body,
Dropped the half eaten sandwich
To the ground.
Part of me wanted not to upright my view,
That safety of abstract vision so foreign then,
So understandable now,
So strangely comforting then,
So painful now.
I now straddle atop the bars,
Thinking thirty-three years haven’t made it easier,
Save the bench now replaced
The sand succeeded by concrete,
The tenders and watchers now often of different purpose,
Staring at me not knowing
I’m anything but a nut case.
Some of us just discover
Life’s remembrances
Sometimes prophesy what is to come.
Some, like me, will realize
Their whole adult life is programmed upside down,
Its sophisticated induction lures escapees
Into free-for all playground-workplaces
Where capture so often comes by way of
Pills,
Powder,
Liquid
Needles.
I smile.
Swing down to the ground,
Throw an embrace to Grandpa’s bench,
Look up and shout…
“Reliving upside down moments of love is okay.
Really…
It’s okay.”
oh turn-
turn back time the pages of my life
I wish-
I could go back
go back to when I was a child
full of happiness and joyful glee
to christmas with my family
before the sorrow . . .
I loved christmas day
the cooking and decorating
mom fussing and grandma dusting
dad entwining lights on the tree
the fireplace crackling and glowing
snow falling and santa dreams
dancing in my mind on christmas eve
before the sorrow . . .
I recall the year-
I wanted a life size doll
but got a baby doll-
I was sad so very sad but held my tears
until I went to my room
a few days later I loved baby doll
and all her sweet accessories
another year I got snowball cat
all white I remember dad trying
to keep her in my stocking
and then she ran up the blinking tree
for the day
before the sorrow . . .
and we would go to grandpa's farm
for horse pulled sleigh rides
through the snow covered fields and woods
that was so much fun
and grandpa would let me help
with the horses
before the sorrow . . .
oh the food and family coming and going
the laughter and singing and dancing
that is what I remember from my childhood christmas
before the sorrow . . .
I still have mom's and grandma's decorations
in a tattered box-
and I will decorate my tree
then, I will go and visit them all the beloved
beyond a creaky gate
and touch each name engraved in stone
and remember each one
before the sorrow . . .
____________________________
November 23, 2017
Poetry/Free Verse/'my childhood christmas'
Copyright Protected, ID 17-9646-11-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Submitted to FTI Blog Series 9 - Childhood
Brian Strand
Podium Place 1
(Mamuma (Grand ma has gone away). For me she is always around ...
She stopped by in my life for my 49 years..She has moved on...)
My heart wept in silence as I got to know of your passing away,
I silently wept like a child.. I wanted you to stay.
Now Mamuma you are at peace, free from worldly pain,
I wish i could have have you back again.
Although you are so far away i feel you so near,
Will hold you in my memory till I drop my last tear.
Until the day I forever close my eyes,
In my mind’s eye i will see and feel your smile , warm and nice.
Mamuma ,
When the news came endured so much pain
The skies came together and dropped lots of rain.
Mamuma
Thank you for the gift of love,
That now you will share from up above.
To me your eldest grandson you had always many things to say,
And always in such a simple loving and caring way.
As I have begun to turn away with a goodbye,
Tears keep rolling down my eyes.
Until my last breath in me I will always hold you,
Mamuma I will always keep on loving you.
Although you have gone alone. so far away,
A part of me that you have taken comes to me every morning with the sun’s ray..
comes to me every morning with the sun’s ray..