I sometimes see older couples in an ice cream shop
They hold each others aged hands
Their wise eyes scan the glass of flavors
They order two vanilla cones
They press spare quarters into the old jukebox in the corner
A soft old tune fills the vintage parlor
It was so perfect
A couple who had probably been together for years and years
Part of me admires them for supporting each other and staying together for so long
Another part of me envies them for having that kind of long, patient, loyal love that lasts forever
Another part of me longs to find someone who is that person for me
The melody is slow and hypnotic
I eat my chocolate scoop alone
Not only is there the old couple but also a teenage couple
One who is probably out on a fun date
He spins his pretty girl around and pays for her ice cream and makes her laugh
Part of me is so jealous of them for finding someone and having fun
Part of me pities myself because I am sitting in an ice cream shop surrounded by couples, all alone
Love sings a sweet song
I want that love
I want another half
I feel like I’m missing out on something I can’t find
I asked the night where God was hiding,
and the night replied: in the wound that shines.
So I walked there, barefoot,
until silence became my prayer.
I have poured myself into a thousand souls—
each sorrow another chalice,
each face a sudden Bethlehem.
I do not call it sacrifice;
It is only the way Love breathes.
The lilies bloom in ashes,
the sparrows sing from the snow.
And I, unworthy servant of hidden joy,
forget my name among their wings.
The soul that pities itself
builds a wall against the dawn;
but the soul that burns without measure
becomes the dawn itself.
O Light within all lights,
let me be your whisper
in the hearts that cannot yet hear.
And when I vanish,
let the flame remain.
Block by block I'll build my towers,
A flock of my toys are flowers,
No clock would measure my play time,
A knock on my door is a crime.
The more I build the more it falls,
It wore a beauty with no walls,
The floor pities it with a room...
whenever falling is its doom.
Tho' fast wind speed keeps falling it,
But I won't concede, I won't quit,
I need not stop building again,
The more I try the more I gain.
The clouds forgot to send a rain,
So hot sweats now soaked wet my rein,
Failures bought teardrops for my eyes,
Defeats got heavy on my thighs.
Night came to blacken my vision,
Dream became my best decision,
My tower there then shamed the wind,
But why did sleep claim it behind?
8th September, 2024.
Contest: Nursery Rhymes 7
Sponsored by: Eve Roper
Contest Judged: October 4th, 2024 12:06:00 PM
Placement: First
Faulkner's letter to
Hemingway discovered God
in time ~ ere souls wrote
formed their clays ~ victories and
defeats ~ fought they their reproof
now loves and pities
proud catch lost at sea old man
lands the best that seldom's me
Our lives were always at high risk in that small town of loonies.
Ironically, we still take calculated risks in cities;
Where we found our true selves, no longer need each other's pities.
subdivided into pities and regrets,
radiating dark pain of disappointment,
on the face semi plastic caustic opaque
already smeared blood and venom.
but isn't everything the same?
I mean, our usual acid,
like the gray word clothed with edges,
or eyes that have given up the light,
our heavy presence in this fragile environment...
we already know very well
that the elliptical orbit of amazement is eternal,
a gravitational loop that attracts us
and then throws our self steem space away,
leaving us naked as savages,
clinging to the heat of lies
that warmed the ice of our failures.
(and is this endless walk through the sphere bathed by photons right?
this is the destiny, crossing all equators with bitten nails,
bloodshot eyes of someone who forgot to sleep and dream in the last century?
anger has only one facet and it is a deep black wound,
it scratches the sky and is a vertical and dizzying curse,
it is spear and dagger that stabs the air and draws tears from the dirty stars.
the universe was right to not allow me to fly
because I would be a kind of swift tragedy,
spewing radioactive sunflowers over every naive life like mine).
Slips or mistakes may be pardoned, your faults have to be chastised.
When the time comes, people’s butchers should not ever look surprised.
Our General* fought for thousands of martyrs in Syria
And Iraq, so his blood equals them, this should be realized.
Eye for eye? Only one has to be cut up? His murderers,
All, everywhere on earth, shall be before the world’s eyes capsized.
Do not whine! No one pities you. Countless thousands you murdered.
Their defendant, our General, you savagely terrorized.
One who eats melon should face up the ensuing shakes and chill.
You’ve made your bed, now lie in it. It’s all you yourselves devised.
It’s Newton’s third law of motion† which you can call ‘tit for tat’.
You’ve murdered the destroyer of the ISIS 'you' organized.
We’re merciless to men’s butchers! You have to be vaporized.
You won’t be left to be alive, you by blood so brutalized.
1.16.2022
To Jake Sullivan, the US National Security Advisor to Joe Biden, who defends these prostitutes
* General Soleimani
† Action and Reaction
No comments, please!
Mob Rule
Tom’s Opinion
July 16, 2020
Today mob rule is taking over our nation,
its time for those in charge, to grow a backbone.
Street mob rule must be brought to cessation,
turning a blind eye signals that they condone.
An era of mob rule is taking over some cities,
by wiping out history a way of life is corroded.
Done under the guise of showing others our pities,
we’ll soon find ourselves as a nation imploded.
The time was chosen when in a survival mode,
for progressives to push their new paradigm.
Oversensitive lawbreakers alleging their owed,
blatherskite doesn’t work, for action it’s past time.
History is, what it was; our ansestors weren’t perfect.
good or bad we can’t change the past.
We can review it, learn from it, and be better because of it.
Tom
Nothing but puppies;
Swam with the guppies;
Hang out cause their buddies,
When they get out of the pool yukky
Smelly are the fur biddies,
And those floppies, kitties,putties, putty, puffy, bunnies,
Eaten all the yuppy gummies,
While those piggies huskies tummy’s are muddy
Biddies, buddy, buggies, bunny, butties, copies,cubbies, cuppy, druggies, Duckies, fluffy, funny, fuzzy,
Guppies, hungry for honey,
hubbies, huggies, huskies, lovelies, lucky, lumpy, money, monies, muddy, mummies, nappies,piggies, pities, puppy
Swam with the guppies;
Hang out cause their buddies,
Nothing but puppies;
5/15/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2019
SUBTLE REVENGE
***********
My heart bleeds words of empathy,
An inkwell full of untold woe!
I see poverty causing strife!
Governments abusing power!
From recorded history, rife!
Leaders taking innocent life!
Religion, condoning murder,
Speak our language or you are dead!
For pities sake, humanity,
Why till threatened, then see our wrongs?
Revenge is never an answer,
Taking life does not stop cancer!
For millennia we've fought, killed!
We live a life of hidden lies!
Why do leaders live off, their own,
In luxury, in denial?
Vote them out, a subtle revenge,
Use your vote, accept the challenge!
These days they protect the sinners unlawfully
discarding all good values where equality has become a twisted act
against victims loyalty burning sacrifice hell
it has no fury like the scorn of the devil in such a beast
unforgiving creatures born from nightmares
they exist to walk this earth like a plague
fighting this evil chain weighing heavy doomsday
disturbing humanities balance in such weakness their grows strength
where hope cries for the love of God within pities sake
truth is overturned inside seedless lies corrupting morality
giving the podium to a shame and disgrace against peace
the oldest story has awakened today leaping through time
errors of judgement will befall us all if we remain blind
A thousand pities, it’s only one at a time!
— Ram, R. V.
Among such smog-soaked folk
As curdle-coil in cloud-spun smoke
Along the grain-cut naves
Which, God-heavy, lie stiff as staves
On sad-strung ouds, yet creep
In concrete-crumbled static sleep
Over cambered cities.
Whose peaks and troughs ebb with pities;
A ring-road tidal flow
With human crest now sunk below...
Seldom-spoken tastes and smells
Stir up moments poorly drawn,
Surface-summoned by the bells
From brumous elastic hope-sprung wells
Where each day's bucket is cast.
Let old pities prowl forlorn
In cold remembrances past,
Lurking there, mustard-bright, lost at last.
Once upon a time…
I said- oh no, Never would I have one.
But I was kissed by a Pit Bull & he stole my heart.
Really he is so very sweet.
I just say to uneducated people,
I am sorry you are a racist that is too bad.
I remind myself, that people taught other people
To believe this way.
Our adorable, loveable babies are just victims that way.
Every race holds unkind people and any dog can do wrong.
But it is the Pities who pay, for the Humans--cruel ways.
Someday, people won’t be so judgmental.
Don’t hold your breath, it may take a long time.
This world is a mess,
Till then we try to help the humans learn.
We will walk with our heads held high and
Our Pit-Bulls by our side
To protect them from those evils of mankind.
I kissed a Pit-Bull and I liked it—Try it sometime.
Copyright © fonda anne….mooreofme....mamao
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