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Journey starts
Kunming portraits;
Highway song
Here old and new
Merge yet apart;
Vignettes juxtapose
China welcomes
Both ancient and modern;
Sign of the times
Tour group confronts
Unfamiliar grounds;
Rough edges grind
Quaint ways of old
Ancient tales displaced;
Modern day norms intervene
Spectacular vistas
Natural wonders;
Man seems insignificant
Flood tide drowns
Flushing away;
False assumptions destroyed
Gust of wind
Reveals new passages;
Knowing does not know
Mountain peaks
Valleys well-clustered;
Fertile grounds well-used
Everywhere we go
People of all tribes;
A Chinese pageant
Human nature speaks
Polite tones sway;
Touch of humble quiet
These Chinese people:
Kind, warm, hospitable --
A touch of home
Himalayan backdrop
Mountains for company;
Melodrama purged
Methinks that I
Could hideaway here;
Unknown, undisturbed
One sure currency:
The Chinese language;
Pervasive, ubiquitous
Vast is the land
Far as our eye span;
Beyond imagery
Trades of all sorts
Risk is a sure thing;
Living is risky business
Ancient towns
Showpieces that speak;
In steady silence
Rivers and streams
Winding into quaint towns;
Ancient as old time
Pulse of the moment
Camera shutter snapshots;
Still life captured
Picture posture
By this arched bridge;
Keepsake souvenir
Sensory pursuits
Old Town bazaars;
Hasty trinkets acquired
Silver artisans
Hammer away;
Creations of white metal
Bric-bracs scattered
Awaiting curious eyes;
That impulse buy in tow
Round this village
Tourist show piece;
Modern commerce prevails
Bargains await
Hungry customers;
Weathered Oriental wares
In this roundabout square
Locals and tourists stride;
Seek new-found distractions
Spring time weather
Hot and dry and windy;
Like home without humidity
Our tour guide --
Cautions that silver jewellery
Best bought from reputable shops
Cheap price often
Compromises quality;
Authentic stuff cost much more
Lessons unlearnt
On-the-road trade routes;
Return odd regrets
A silver bangle
Heavy with 99 percent;
Quality speaks tons
Scattered eateries
Street vendors offer;
Glimpses that never die
So much to see,
Words fail description;
Feelings explore facts
Only ten days here
We see yet do not see;
Only vague interpretations
All too soon
Sojourn over;
Yunnan in mind mists
Leon Enriquez
31 May 2014
Singapore
I hear it though a friend
and my knees begin to bend.
"It's Sasha"
My eyes grow,
the world begins to slow.
my heart stops beating
logic is fleeting
Hands quiver,
a gut-wrenching thought
clings hold in my chest
Vision blurrs,
tears well up,
lungs get tight.
8 pills she took
for hope she forsook.
Not one word on her pain
I was cluless again.
Failure floods my lungs
I seem to have lost my tongue
feet slowly plodding foward,
the little left of my mind disordered.
Words fail me
why didn't I foresee.
Knowing she is alive,
makes some fear deprive.
Too much unknown
the worry has grown.
England is her land.
and stuck, here I stand.*
I wish to reach across the sea
and tell you how okay it will be.
To wrap my arms around you
and make the pain undo
you from its tight grasp
all day your on my mind
hoping for some refuge you'll find.
craving to alter the past
wondering the possible contrast.
I could've done more
to express that you are cared for.
to show your not alone.
If only i'd known.
Sasha.
you are beautiful
you are smart
you are silly
you are playful
you are caring
you are adorable
you are honest
you are a sister to me
your laugh makes everyone smile
you are sensitive
yet you are strong
you are pure as an angel
yet wings tainted from pain**
you lift others up.
no matter your down.
If my words cant reach,
then strain I beseech.
you aren't alone
we love you down to the bone.
And nothing can change that.
Sweet
Adorable
Sensitive
Honest
Affectionate
Even the stronest flower
must rest it's petals.
Just remember
there is a time
for you to open again.
Moonlight glistening off the dew
resting on your reborn arms.
nothing as beautiful as you can stay hidden forever.
so let us in,
let us warm you from the freeze,
let us help you streach you weary leaves.
Sasha,
We all care about you.
and we are all here for you.
you will never be alone in this,
all you must do is reach out,
and you will find arms waiting to catch you
from your fall.
You are stong
You can do this.
I love you flower.
I love you Sasha.
{*So far away- Avenged Sevenfold}
{** Angels fall by Breaking Benjamin}
Musing Lately
Let’s just say
with my husband now having heart troubles and my
being old (& bedridden while waiting for my new prosthetic-leg) makes for on-going thinking, remembering, observing, reflecting, tentatively concluding, believing
how the ineffable ultimately rules…and one’s
language (for all its commanding need to be used with a true Love ) finds w
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to cast some light brighter
than the humble votive’s flame flickering in the heart —
Or more than the one tear — felt but unseen' — in the corner of the eye, bringing along its cathartic story …ready to fall down over the cheek…
Or to realize (especially after 40 years togerther) that devotion lives well beyond a 3-word statement in heights carried there by a tried, spiritual touching of our auras in the room: lives aligned for better or worse in the profound music that our closeness creates. The poems are born in being or feeling before the written.
(c) sally young eslinger 7/13/24**
In my youth, i was a devotee of James Joyce and Samuel Beckett. (Beckett even sent me a hand-written letter in response to one i sent him.). I pretty much memorized “Waiting for Godot.” Joyce and Beckett both saw words dissolving — into the ineffable. Some powerful poems lead us there, but that there, I’ve found is in the unspeakable.
In the shadows of a fractured consciousness, where words fall like shattered glass,
The man, unable to articulate, to express with clarity, retreats into action.
His thoughts, like wild horses, gallop through the vast and tumultuous plains of his mind,
Yet his tongue, bound by the chains of a limited lexicon, stumbles, falters, and falls into silence.
In the theater of existence, where every gesture becomes a desperate cry,
The vocabulary of action is tethered to the body,
Each movement a scream, each breath a prayer,
Yet the silence of true understanding hovers, vast and unmoving.
When words fail to bridge the chasms of human connection,
Violence erupts like a wild, primal, and relentless storm,
A language of fists and fury, born of frustration,
The man's body becomes his voice, his weapon is his extended lexicon.
In the bleak landscape of limited expression,
Weapons become the dictionaries of the inarticulate,
Cold metal and sharp edges writing sentences of blood and pain,
For in the heat of conflict, the unspoken finds its violent release.
Men tread shadowy paths, their souls burdened by the weight of miscommunication,
The frustration of unspoken words etching scars upon the fabric of their beings,
Seeking solace in the harsh clarity of confrontation,
An incomprehensible lexicon that speaks in echoes of fear and aggression.
In the swirling depths of consciousness, the storm's fury continues,
A symphony of silent screams and unspoken desires,
Bound by the fragile chains of an inadequate vocabulary,
Eyes that ask what can't be answered, hands that seek what can't be grasped.
Yet in this maelstrom of silent agony, a glimmer of understanding remains,
A hope that beyond violence, beyond primal cries,
There lies a place where words can heal, where silence gives way to connection,
Where the fragmented pieces of the soul can unite in the harmonious dance of true expression.
For in the heart of the storm, in the eye of the silent tempest,
Lies the possibility of finding one's voice, of breaking the chains,
Transforming weapons back into words,
Reclaiming the language of humanity, the melody of understanding,
In the perfect blend of hearts, where silence no longer reigns.
We owe it to our doctors
We owe it to our doctors…
The ones who took it to be part of Sun Pharma’s greater mission;
To prevent disease rather cure
Cure and control if that happens at all;
Defying comforts of air conditioned hospitals,
confronting heats and chills
of seasonal tones while sitting in villages;
A zeal to serve those in pain
having set besides the monitory gain;
A cavalcade of patients all round the day
Intense work, putting impatience at bay;
Educate and listen to endless woes
Mental, social apart from somatic;
What poverty jostled them into
have no means to seek medical care;
We doctors being the sole healers...
We do what we do;
Not for money, not for name
responsibility is an assorted game ;
Had everyone taken to hospitals
and been part of corporates that work for profit;
And Ignored distress of rural and slums
humanity would have scrounged to bums.
Words fail to say what we take back ;
The smallest salving touch
that makes the tender souls smile;
The tranquil looks of the patient
that soothes us deep down the heart;
A good night’s sleep
and utmost content above all,
Limitless goodwill, enormous blessings ;
No mathematics can compute,
no callipers could measure ;
Beyond the prowess we go ...
Meeting people to explore what more we could do
Take them to specialists, to the institutions;
Make them aware about Govt schemes
Involve volunteers from within the community;
Bridging the gap, reaching the unreached
Citing the logic, what cannot be preached ;
Although a tiny drop in vast ocean
but very tender and precious ;
However small the team we maybe,
We proffer colour to the sky
Imbue the aroma of empathy far and wide;
We can move mountains with a solo touch
and change course of feral winds;
With our staunch determination;
and incessant efforts;
Combating disease and ailment
Countering the social taboos;
We do what we do
and will continue doing so.
We doctors are warriors braving the front
Have our families accompanying in this battle;
We owe it to our nurses and drivers as well;
We owe it to our doctors !
Written Sept 24, 2020
© Dr Upma A. Sharma
I can’t afford for this one to fail
She was just a stranger
And somehow we ended up in the same
Space and time
Now, mother nature is taking over once more
And I am admiring your attributes
The strands of your hair
The hazel circle around her eyes
Creates a hypnotic state of mind
Telling her all my secrets
And sharing all my treasures
Hoping this was not a deceptive choice
As your hips are parallel to the skyline
A path that started in 1900 has finally converged
Which was first the thought or the path?
Is she the one of my dreams or not?
As a lovely smile warms its direction to me from that beautiful face
The chance meeting was an ingenious plan
To heal the battered dreams caused by the one before her
Glimpses on the pain, just a blur now
A professional hunter
She shot down all the competition
Without a quiver or arrow
You are
The difference between a soul and a soul mate
Alone and love
One to the other the moment we met
Scatter the roses around this bedroom
Let’s save the beauty of this moment
My words fail to capture,
Her tender beautiful feature,
I’d rather wait as a mute spectator
As beauty beg to be define by her
It is her signature
The owner of the promissory note for my heart
Is that the reason why my heart has been aching all this time
I excavated my town
And finally I had good luck in an unexpected and fortunate discovery in you
Swirling burgundy around the crystal
Dinner by candlelight
Taken aback by the glow
Nothing remains but the fiery flame around us
Eternal beauty and grace there she is vulnerable as a tear drop
Tears of joy because she gave me a shot
I used to wonder where love lives
Would I hear drum patterns if I got nearer
For sure Lady Loneliness is no longer here
It is been more than difficult trying to find you
A symphony created as our hands rip through layers to acquire nakedness
More than unique
We stood there so close together
Holding onto a dream realized
We knew the choice wasn’t whether we loved;
Rather, to what extremes
Are you the one that I can depend on when I’m at my weakest moment?
Form:
They say if you don’t use a thing for a year
It’s time to get rid of it, just to be clear
Feel free to sell it or give it away
But to get clutter free, just don’t let it stay
So, I checked my garage for stuff I could lose--
and found hundreds of words I simply don’t use!
Lilliputian and Sprightly stood on a shelf
Elbow-to-elbow with some wry little elf
Bucolic and Bumpkin were squirreled away
Beneath a big bale of bright yellow hay
Garish and Gaudy were in a glittery box
with Trinkets and Baubles set with fake rocks
Surreptitious and Unobtrusive tried to avoid being seen
But I caught 'em sneaking off with Clandestine
Beyond these loose words, which filled many a bin
Lay whole turns of phrase like Much to My Chagrin
I held up to the light a Gossamer Veil
Then dumped it in a Perfidious Betrayal
An Ethereal Cloud, glued to the ceiling
I scraped off with an Ambivalent Feeling
I rolled back the rug to see what I'd missed,
There before me stretched a Yawning Abyss
Into a huge crate, these big words I did toss
Bobbing on top were Flotsam, Jetsam and Dross
Fatigued by these labors, I took a short break
But that little respite may have been my mistake
Soon I was deep in most Pensive Reflection
On how Assiduously I had built this collection
In crept Myriad Doubts about so brash a move
What if I meet some Cad I need to Reprove?
What if some Craven Cur should Incur my Wrath
But words fail me due to this Ill-Chosen Path?
Well, soon that old crate was quite empty once more
And cluttered again were bin, shelf, drawer and floor
But one thing has changed, this is Palpably Clear
My Leviathan Word Horde I now Deeply Revere
Intrepid and Dauntless, I sling without fear
Iota and Mote.. I dust off once a year!
____________________________
by Brian McClain - Feb 2, 2016
Here it is again
That sudden uneasiness
The alarms are going off in my body
My heart begins to pound
The blood rushes to my head
I can't think clearly
My mind starts to crave safety from something...
In my mind I tell myself, "It's time to go
Time to get away from here"
And I'm not even sure if it's legit, the cause of my fear
But it's there and I can't shake it
I can barely talk
My mouth has become an inadequate tool
An indecisive thing
In the process of speaking I become
a child digging through his alphabet soup with a tongue for a spoon
Rearranging the letters into words
And trying to pick the right one like a victim staring through the glass at the line up
Is it one, two....five, six?
Which one of these will deserve a sentence?
Not knowing what I should say feels like a crime....
And when my words fail I fall into the habit of judging myself for it
I stutter
Skip words
My larynx becomes a boa constrictor wrapping itself around the them and turns my throat into a bottleneck that they can't slip through
Sometimes after having an awkward moment I replay the situation in my head and think I made myself look like a fool
I break out in a sweat
And my body burns with embarrassment
When I'm in public and I feel out of place
I pan my eyes out over the faces in the crowd
Not wanting to simply keep my head down
But at the same time not wanting to maintain eye contact
Not wanting to invite other people's attention or whatever else may be coming
I hint of laughter nearby catches my attention
I look around...
Is that for me?
So much insecurity....
This thing...it causes me to treat people like caution lights and a part of me can't help but feel that it's necessary and that I need to do that but other times I wonder what my life would be like if I wasn't so hesitant to interact
If I could just be easy going and let things flow but I'm too restrained
Too cautious
Too scared to trust myself and be bold or trust those around me because I'm not sure what will happen
Sometimes I wish I could be free from this thing that hinders me
My dear, ever present anxiety
Sensitive skin
Scraped by sensitive information
If I don't know who I am, then what will I tell everyone?
A scuba diver without his mask is just a body in water
A father without a child is just a stranger
A lion's head on the wall is a symbol of wealth,
Not strength
If I don't know who I am
Then what will people say about me when I'm dead?
How could this possibly have happened to me
With the apple in the pig's mouth?
It’s not as red as my cheeks when I’m around you
But it’s fresher than the lines in my head to try and impress you
But you’re still my good luck charm
And always will be
And how could you be God with all those rips in your pants?
The doctor said, sometimes words fail
But I need to trust you
When your holding the scalpel in your hands
But how could you be God when you need a dog to protect your land?
The doctor said, sometimes words fail
The doctor said, sometimes words fail
But I have to choose to trust you
When you’re the one holding the scalpel in your hands
If you wanna be a leader,
You have to lead once and a while
Part of a lion’s prowess
is standing tall on the highest rock
When no one else will
If you wanna be a hero
You have to save something once and a while
And writing letters and putting them on doorsteps
Is not the same
I wish you held me as close
As you hold the pill bottle to your side
It's so sardonic how you act like it's nothing to depend on them
If you wanna be a hero
Then you have to save something once and a while
And the way your pills have given you a new life
Is not the same
A preacher without a story is just a scammer
A lawyer without a paycheck is just a liar
And myself without defining traits
is just a shell of what I could've been
If you wanna be a beautifier,
You have to feel beautiful once and a while
Since when did hating ourselves become satire?
Only when it boils over, is when we yell to cease fire
And I’ve never cared to be popular
But everyone loves having fans
And how could you be God
as such a harsh judge of character
without a gavel in your hands?
Three years deep into freedom
And yet perhaps as tied down now as I was then
Scars are scars because they do not vanish
Fade as they might, that skin is numb forever
As a being made of scar tissue
My arm and back are dulled to this new world
Perhaps my brain and heart as well
As cortisol is as potent as any blade
I once thought it would be over that night
That when the credits rolled, the story would be completed
But do we ever wonder how characters feel
Once their plots are complete and they must go home?
Life goes on after the credits roll
We pick up the pieces left behind and build something new
A shelter from the strong winds and driving forces
That led us on our hero's journey to begin with
So the scars you inflicted on me remain
Where old haunts and new vistas
Can be smeared and tarnished so easily
As a flash of gold appears and pulls a trigger
A simple sandwich in an ancestral cave
A seed-studded outlook witnessing long-passed wars
Your specter haunts the depths of my vision
As a permanent reminder of what once was
It's easiest to remember the good times
Where even in the depths of despair
Any golden rope could serve as a permanent waypoint
To huddle and form a shield against the cold
It's no longer the case
Happier memories are now stained with ice and gray
And even after three years
I have not advanced much further beyond where I was
I've barely noticed the years passing, to be honest
Whereas every day with you dragged so slowly
They all merely blend together now
Empty and clear
Thus words fail me more than ever
As gathering the same desperate drive to be happy
Becomes harder and harder to do
I have ascended to zero from a sea of negativity
Serotonin was returned to me
By a dashing warlord atop a frozen hill
Not altering my mind to fill it with false happiness
But rather unlocking parts of it I hadn't used it years
So I await the effects
Can I fade these scars so well that even I'm convinced?
Or will this terrible portrait you painted on my neurons
Be the subject of viewer adoration forever?