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A flamboyant love with a beloved muse,
Transcendent and captivating, the spirit destined to confuse.
As time currents flow, the hearts ignite and swell with amour,
Unveiling words of enchantment leaf by leaf in a tome like an author.
Every encounter with your visage makes me run wild,
To a degree of delineating all the giddiness like I'm a child.
Behind the intense fervor lies heartache and profound scars,
A trapped soul desperately yearning to grasp with distant stars.
The unbearable ache of healing and moving on,
Flashbacks and memories haunting silent intervals from dusk till dawn.
Mixed feelings of confusion and regret,
With a shattered heart that forgives but never forgets.
A heart laid bare awaiting to be loved and healed,
Yet never allowing entry even if they appealed.
From the ruins of love emerge bittersweet endings,
Unlurking shadows of love that bring fleeting winnings.
Touching the soul to its bottomless core,
Leaving the heart in pieces, sore.
FUNERALS
I’ve been to four cremations,
Just since the start of the year.
And we haven’t even reached August yet,
So some more may occur by the New Year
For we’re all getting more and more ancient
Of course we must expect it,
Nearing the end of our time.
In history nobody’s cheated death yet
The great certainty of this life is death
But nevertheless l miss some of them.
Last week, it was Bernard Jones,
Who I’d known since we were kids.
We made a bet way back in our twenties
About which one would outlive the other.
I’ve won the bet but he has the last laugh.
How could I claim my winnings?
He’s come out on top once more.
So as one by one they’ve all shuffled off;
I’ve done my duty and paid my respects.
But they’ll not be grateful to me for though
I’ve been to all their funerals,
None of them will come to mine!
(Date 19th September 2018)
Erroneous mirror scatters his face
Mills his skin into thin porous powder
Muck which gets stuck under tongue in a paste
Mouth stuffed with rubble cement rancid sour
Embalmed motorbike tennage champion
Mist cobwebs in his chest, windless clothesline
Murdered dreams dumped, tight vertibre cramp them
Measure of failure in winnings' decline
Engine never to rev segments ego
Mourning whip lashes languish in his lungs
Molten moon drips millions he forgoes
Mortality unknown among airborne young
Moonbeam diamonds stall, star status dements
Ebb of ignition rides midnight lament
Sixteen year old Hero, Matty
GEORGE BERNARD SHAW
George Bernard Shaw, born in 1856,
Wrote plays and novels,
But for me the most
Important was he wrote many a poem
A quote of his “Write your sad times
In Sand, write your good times in stone”.
My poem ‘From Humble Beginnings’
Just the title mind you, is exactly from
Where Mr Shaw heralded, Dublin
Ireland, his fame was renown, no
University background, yet Literature
For Bernard was just thrilling,
And his quotes, plays and poems,
Always fulfilling.
“A life spent making mistakes is not only
Honorable, but more useful than a
life spent doing nothing”.
His winnings
Were numerous among which,
The Nobel Prize, and even an Oscar.
His quote “Life isn’t about finding
Yourself, Life is about creating
Yourself”. And, as such to be convincing.
His interest in politics was avid, he was
A true Socialist and joined the Fabian
Society, he became popular and
Enjoyed doing theater critics.
Started writing his own plays,
In so many different themes, the class
System, religion and the inequalities
In life. The public responded to his natural
Humor, Shaw's quote “The longer I live,
The more convinced am I that this planet
Is used by other planets as a lunatic asylum”.
For, said this wise poet,
“Progress is impossible without change, and
Those who cannot change their minds cannot
Change anything” and furthermore,
"We don’t stop playing because we grow old,
We grow old because we stop playing”
This famous Literary man George Bernard Shaw,
Was 94 years of age,
When he died in 1950
He wrote famous novels, poems
And plays for the stage,
But I will leave you with one other quote
Of his “Happy is the man who can
Make a living by his hobby”.
when my winnings hit the news, relatives climbed into my windows.
great aunts and uncles, sixth cousins, uncles twice removed.
some families stormed over to demand their due with no connection.
you remember me – yes, I do, the neighbor who never waves back
heard hard luck stories that topped one another fast and furiously
I bought myself a new identity, new face, new name.
had to leave my family behind because they did not want new faces. I
I left half my winnings with them, as that was fair.
ex-husband keeps calling me, begging me to take the money back.
he has big trouble since the divorce settlement was announced.
I am in the Bahamas where there are no crying children or ex's.
a good looking man in lying the green plastic beach lounger.
I suck in my stomach and try to look chic.
He smiles and I smile.
He has great teeth and a sweet tan.
“Hey, aren’t you that gal who won the lottery?”
let me lean into me winnings educate bout you Achilies so I can send you spinning, with threads strung on me limbs
thin thinner thinnest billyboard me insecurities it ain't an issue but it really hit a nerve now me is training, try me you will witness the power and maybe live to tell the tale
couldn't hand me a little peace handle me sweet though me not entitled, but it's a request
jelly jelly bout you lack of freely used cuss knowledge I love the impact and damage, one day might mirror it and die
"do things my own way darling" it ain't easy I don't got the capacity cause I choose to let you I choose to let you choose though you never respect me oh
darling smooth unshattered like the legs of a virgin sharp, and useless when throw down so never miss that instructing
when me is talking try not to butt in or push a button cause I'm random who knows I might charge you like bison one of kind but always on your mind like a floating web babe learn to respect me before I lose what's left of this me inside
My Narrative Reportage for 8/8/2018
Darkness engulf the room, in my dream,
The summer knaves logo theme, heats the city
like rows of open pizza ovens:
and Just in time for the after crop over party:
While the rain drops dried faster than Polypropylene:
Humans are meant to move,
but to observed the apples, pears,
Hourglass and the squares figures, those untimely
curves of the female bodies: seem only to capture
the photographer’s lens in the parade:
Leaving, the men on the sideline in the corner on the road:
mean while into the midstream, many heart wonder about the
Live streaming of sexual exploitations of shame or fame?
Enormous expensive crops- over festival
A favorite of mine since, nineteen seventy nine:
July -August the heart of the summer: lime
Not even the heat of your blood, nor the innocent
Of your youth, could stop you from flapping
those unwanted body fat: to the bad tasting lyrics
of the people’s winnings artiste:
Rain falling, heat blasting, tar glue to your shoes,
Sweaty bodies, colorful costume flock to the streets
From Jovvae morning, to six am or until party done
While creating lasting memories: sun up to sundown
Darkness engulf the room, in my dream
Wondering what really happen to me,
My youth that was once filled with happiness,
How can I continue comforting the darkness?
**The moment I share the light, the world becomes a brighter place.**
Look out for this diva,/poetess sometime next year…in the Congo line
September 23 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Amos 6-9 and Obadiah 1
Key Verse – Amos 6:11 For, behold, the LORD commandeth, and he will smite the great house with breaches, and the little house with clefts.
PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR COMMANDING US TO DO HIS WILL
Praise be to God for commanding us
to do His will while smiting our:
Worldliness for wholesome wisdom along His Word
Weariness for worthy winnings through His work
Worries for watchful walk along His wonders
Wickedness for well-meaning worship
Woes that wake us by His warning
Amos 7:8 Praise be to the Lord
for setting a plumbline that:
Evaluate our selves by His Scriptural commands
Eliminate our sins along His sanctification-cleansing
Establish our service along stewardship-commitment
Enable our steadfastness upon His strength’s capability
Empower our soulwinning through His settled commission
Amos 8:12 Praise be to the Saviour for
helping us to seek His Word that:
Assures His affirmation
Ascertains to us His affection
Attests His assertions we acknowledge
Accompanies us by His accomplishments
Awakens us against our arrogance and apathy
Amos 9:5 Praise be to the Almighty for
planting us upon His land for our:
Redemption seal
Revival-strengthening
Replenishment-satisfaction
Rejoicing’s spirited sustenance
Restoration-supply midst struggles
Obadiah 1:4 Though thou exalt thyself as the eagle, and though thou set thy nest among the stars, thence will I bring thee down, saith the LORD.
Praise be to the Holy Spirit for bringing down our:
Faithlessness filled not with His fueling fervency
Fruitlessness along frustrating futility
Foolishness of no followership
Flaws due to fighting failure
Faltering footsteps. Amen!
September 23, 2024
When my solitude
silently stands in sunlight
radiating GoldenRule enlightenment
and rational empowerment
through windows dawning bright,
A sharp shadow line
vertically cuts across my bridge
and brow of smell and seeing senses,
InBetween left within shadow
and right without radiance,
narrow sides of double-bonded Truth,
curious and hidden Beauty.
Right eye clearly articulating
bright prominent sight
dominantly lit up height
for best resonant enlightenment
Is blinded by bright
to not fight
automatic rays deflecting night,
While shadow Left,
not yet overpowered
with Right red-eye blinding punishment,
benighted verbal authority,
BiLaterally
yet integrally knows he she sees
seas
and seasons dipolar co-arising contrast
best as starkest
never darkest
win/win economic dawning options
of BothLeft/AndRight gold radiating rain
in droughts known
through beatified non-pain,
bicameral light regained,
empowered feelings unslain
Again
full bicameral stereo polyphonic,
Radiantly healthy thoughts
not verbally sustained
without dark ultra winnings
winging out and in reimaged, full
golden silent solidarity
mountain-rivered,
ego-system eco-quivered,
Sight and sound delivered
from and toward Earth
compassion soul committed bright
ZeroZone of full
new partial shadows
in rememory light
undeliverable solitude
in health safe night
When my ego-secrets
silently stand in sunlight
radiating GoldenRule enlightenment
rational empowerment
through this window
just now dawning bright.
Dawn
How to begin this day?
We all begin it in our own way.
Some frenetic, some memetic.
The worst way is to listen to
news.
So unconcerned about killings
of Christians and Jews.
But dedicated to do anything
for ratings and some shillings.
All in the name of ratings winnings?
Listen to their voices,they think they
are thespians!
Stressing drama and violence.
Never a word about goodness in
this world, it's all been silenced!
Like hungry guppies, we need
that morning dose!
You know exactly what I mean,
That somehow each day is just!
a curse!
Ungrateful beings, we..so
drunk on our own poetry.
Do any of us ask God:
"What do YOU want me to
do today."
No, we do not think of Him.
And scratch our heads..why
is it then...that this world so
full of conceit and sin?
August 15, 2019