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Somewhere in youth I strayed from truth.
And grew up to not have much couth.
The door bell rang the onus chime.
Snuck out the back to bide some time.
I wandered streets in every bar.
It's not a wonder I didn't get far.
There's many phases to the light.
And many choices, wrong and right.
The path is never cut and dried.
The mirror can always tell who lied.
Windows, doors and walls and ceiling.
Can keep the shadow from revealing.
The best that one can hope to do.
Is to not know shame when they are through.
Mistakes we make can be forgiven.
But the one inside needs to start liven'.
flowers
spoke
swallowed
her soul
painted
polka dots
led to self
obliteration~
a path
to the
womb
of infinity.
“One day, after gazing at a pattern of red flowers on the tablecloth, I looked up to see that the ceiling, the windows, and the columns seemed to be plastered with the same red floral pattern. I saw the entire room, my entire body, and the entire universe covered with red flowers, and in that instant my soul was obliterated and I was restored, returned to infinity, to eternal time and absolute space. This was not an illusion but reality itself. I was shocked to see to the depths of my soul."
~ Yayoi Kusama (born 1929), Infinity Net: The Autobiography of Yayoi Kusama, London 2011.
A man is to be pitied when he lacks courage, when the challenge of freedom frightens him,
When he chooses to remain on the soft pillows of security, like a prisoner of his own comfort,
Watching life through the windows of others, without daring to step onto the ground of truth,
Forever a spectator of time, a traveler who never set out in search of his own destiny.
Life has bypassed him, like a river that flows endlessly past the shores of a petrified soul,
He has watched from a safe place, fearful of seeking brighter horizons,
He has waited for tomorrow to come, but tomorrow is a mirage, a chimera that never appears,
What has he done but sit and wait, in a silence that swallows unfulfilled dreams?
A man is to be pitied when he lets himself be stopped by fears that grow like shadows at dusk,
When he does not dare to spread his wings, to fly beyond the limits of the ordinary in which he hides,
When he does not see that true life is to embrace the unknown, to dance with the winds of change,
And not to settle for the illusion of a tomorrow that does not belong to you, but to live the present as a precious gift.
Hungry cry of waking baby
challenging the staccato
of small arms fire.
School bus honking
over the droning hum
of I-phone ear-buds.
Wood fire banked against
searing desert winds
rattling glassless windows.
Pop tart in microwaves,
nutritional nuance
of the overfed
undernourished.
Dogs barking in the distance,
squeaking well wheels
bare feet padding
to distant comfort.
Beeping, one eyed tyrants,
demanding attention
“whatuwearin’”,
Rooster’s inane need
to alert everyone
“SUN’S UP! – SUN’S UP!”
Children squabbling
over much – or little.
Pots and pans and decisions,
“who likes what” vs
“who needs it more”.
Mother’s spreading love
on fragile hearts,
singing songs
long forgotten
by the fathers.
Prayers said
in the hope
of golden morrows
tears shed
in the depth
of poverty’s sorrows.
The cry of a waking baby,
the hungry sound of an empty tin,
choking angry words:
“Please sir, could you help, again”.
Sounds of a day
blowing across a hardened consciousness
aching to be heard.
6/18/2016
submitted to – Sounds of the Day – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Nayda Ivette Negron
crying desires
as i began writing
one name
on misted windows
mirror of this soul
in a breathing heart
softly blows
gently upon
the breeze
emotions fingertips
draws deeply within
looking out
from darkness
into the night sky
a star flickers
in candle feelings
embers held
within emotions arms
whispering breeze
softly speaks
to your heart
i all but say
those words
kissing you love
under the moon
begins touching deeply
shadows of two
silver words holding
princess its you
a dream
fairytale embraced emotion
holding out feelings
in glass slippers
breaking news
midnight happiness
bells begin ringing
sweetly rejoicing
happy ever after
holding your hands
feelings explode
sparkling magic dust
falling jeweled emotions
stars wink
as the moon smiles
oh Cinderella
most beautiful
you dazzle
the dream
Doors and windows in my world
Is like a vortex in my head
Floors and roofs in my life has been uncurled
In the matrix of my dread
You don’t see me...you don’t see me
We were like strangers in the sea
Cast your shadow upon me, baby
I’m dealing with bi-tendencies honestly
View the windows in my shoes
View the windows in my shoes
There, you’ll find me without a clue
There, you’ll find me and you
There, you’ll find me so true
They don’t see who I am
I am just a broken-down dam
Damn, I’m just His lamb
I am as angry as a rageful ram
View the windows of my glimmering hope
Undo the rope from my neck...
Unchain these chains, so I can simply cope
I love you to pieces like heck...
Give me a peck...
Give me a sec...
Give me a minute...
I will throw another fit...
Give me an hour, hour
My desire has turned sour
Summertime shame has came upon me
Release my mindset, for I’m upset with rue
Sublime and will take the blame frankly
Breathe into me regret...I am stuck like glue
Waiting patiently...
you for making me wait
For absolutely...
Nothing...
Take me home to your castle of loneliness
There, you’ll find my empathy of distress
At first, chaos entered as soft as a sigh,
a hush in the room, a small shift in the sky.
It settled like dust on the back of a chair
and waited in silence, as if it belonged there.
Then slowly, it gathered beneath my own skin,
until I could not tell the outside from within.
It whispered old stories and called me by name,
then fed every memory into the flame.
It rattled the windows and shook every wall,
then dared my tired spirit to answer its call.
I reached through the noise for a pocket of air
and found my first breath in the shape of a prayer.
Still, chaos came harder and beat at my doors,
then scattered its wreckage across all my floors.
It clouded the mirrors, erasing my face,
and crowded each corner, consuming its space.
But under the ruin, one heartbeat rang true,
then another beat steadied and carried me through.
I drew in a breath till it steadied my soul,
and each scattered piece found its place in the whole.
I stopped asking chaos to finally cease
before I would welcome one moment of peace.
I learned I could ache and still quietly rise,
with hope in my chest and the storm in my eyes.
Somewhere between quiet prayer and fear,
I stood without armor; still tender, still here.
Not hardened by sorrow, nor spared from the pain,
I learned there was calm in the heart of the rain.
I thought my own strength kept the chaos at bay,
that courage had carried me day after day.
But there in the stillness, the truth became clear;
It was God all along who had carried me here.
Christmas Eve
We gathered close together Christmas Eve,
while windows framed a winter fairyland;
our own 'frosty the snowman' stood on guard
beneath the moon, with hat and scarf so grand.
With joy, we finished trimming up the tree
while Jingle Bells played on the stereo,
and thinking that just any moment soon
dear Santa Clause and Elves were good to go
with all the toys they'd gathered and packed up
on Santa's magic sled to fly away,
cheered on by prancing Reindeer and sleigh bells
to bring kids Season's Joy on Christmas Day.
Sandra M. Haight
~st Place~
Contest: Ho ho ho
Sponsor: Eve Roper
Judged: 12/27/2016
Must use these 10 words:
Elves, Frosty the Snowman, Christmas, Jingle Bells, Toys
Sled, Sleigh Bells, Santa Claus, Trimming, Winter Fairyland
The road to freedom is dark and long.
To go the distance, I’ll need a song;
Something easy and strong,
Like an old-time Shaker hymn,
Simple Gifts or Willow Tree.
Let the spirit carry me.
The early morning is cold and damp.
I light a fire to warm my camp
And get smoke in my eyes;
That’s what memories will do.
Best not think of them as tears.
They’re just salty souvenirs.
Want country bacon and scrambled eggs,
But all I taste are hunger’s dregs.
Being this far from home
There’s no comfort in the truth.
Really need to hop a freight.
Guess I’d better learn to wait.
The station windows are boarded shut.
The switch is broken, the line’s been cut.
There’s a storm blowing in
And I’m running out of time.
Don’t expect one coming through.
From a pilgrim’s point of view any miracle will do.
Ah, faith! Golly gosh, life in the city!
Hustle and bustle n' a big metro wander
Exhaustion, life, anger and pretty gritty
Misty, grimy lights loudly grab a beggar
The sidewalk shops like a cold surround
Hot action, big ole' vanilla sidewalks
Graffiti walls, in dab color bound
Hot streets quietly grab nighthawks
Where is the sunny cloud vapors?
In downtown burg retreats
Out above on dark street skyscrapers
Crestin' over in mean dark streets
U' gotta love corner words
Chatter, rattle, natter, prattle
People jabber like yakkety-yak birds
Cigarettes gab under dark doorway shadow
Gazing in windows calmly at low down
In dusty, dry walk-in cafes
Grimy flowers grab at dead grass mown
Fish eyeing brutal building facades, near dead eye alleyways
Oh, noise!
Man like a machine
Never like a jackhammer that annoys
The faceless toiler that is mean and lean
Horn noise, action, in a 'crown vic'
Cabbies scowering for revenues
While crashing, dashing in street quick
O' life in bright light big city blues
Within the blah blah blah, heart of the city
You can endure all that jazz you wish it to be