If you could watch your life rewind
& then play back, what would you find?
Have you been a person through whom
light and Love shined?
By: J.N.R Dutton
Like a typical elderly woman or man,
I play back the scenes of my life in my mind’s eye -
To yesterday and today from the time love began.
At successes I smile, and at failures I sigh.
It seems like I mostly did what I had to do.
I made it atop the mountains I had to climb.
To do what was really needed, I made it through.
I can do most anything, one step at a time.
Yet there are two things I could never do at once,
Impossible for me, at once, ever to do,
Over all the years, during all twelve months -
To look into your eyes and not love you.
Vision is the sense I'd least like to lose.
For vision can be a stand-in for the other four.
You can read what you cannot hear,
You can savor with your eyes,
what you cannot taste or smell.
You can sense the touchy feel of things
from their texture and appearance.
Vision is best aligned with memories
that you can recall and play-back.
Vision also has a sense of movement,
It is neither static nor fixed,
and it conveys the sense of time,
as things change, age and grow old.
Its vision's dominion, its power, its might,
That guides us through both day and the night.
So look after your eyes, to keep your images bright,
For the eyes have it!
It will remind you of alchemy
how taste and image don’t align;
Lypophrenia hits you,
best friends the county fair;
Memories play back
while snacking on
those cotton
candy
grapes.
VICTORIAN VIRTUE
Victorian virtue left bare -
ivory shoulders, pulsating neck
i hear the tinkle of chimes
and the brisk flapping of his cape
his sultry voice, rich and romantic,
hypnotic
suddenly the dagger of teeth
sink
into the darkest carafe of my neck
warning unheeded
i play back how i laughed so hard
at the spooky report
“Wear garlic, ye virgins!”
now my rose perfume
scents the hospital room
where he returns for moonshine elixir
as i die a slow death
and the centuries pass
and i sink my teeth
into my victims’ weep
my boots carry their ashes
the brisk wind sweeps them away
Date: 12/18/2018
Contest Name: Give Me Goosebumps Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Nina Parmenter
So like train,you've braided all my hair,
So I pray,you've taken all my faith,
I'm giving away all vain thing,
God is the best,take even my feast day,
Hold unto my trust,
We're trading down,took all my time,
All my first days,oh I'm ready,
Place down a card,Lease a track,
Play back to a stage,Have pleas over a wage,
This time rightly plays it,
Studied the bible,he took a foremost heart,
Reading the truth,God was is best,
Rarely,he leaves fable,Affable if playing roles,
Sip continuous heavy wines,
I'm not kidding, Hope to a planet,
Faith on right line,Get listened!
If my trade is flattened, Hold it and raise,
I'm not denying it,Smokes from quenched fire,
Prayer might ripped a layer,
Evrything is crowned, A drowned maiden is found,
What else could sell?
My heart is healed from cough,
Really ablazed when all things peel off,
Laid down not be distorted,
Another life is erected,
Weird,all other gods are weird,
I'm not the creator,Neither am I greater,
Revelation is on a dot,Tomorrow I'll be on trot,
Precariously,I'm an able child,
This is not sloppy,when I go wild.
When I'm alone I reminisce
And measure out the damage done
I watch my thoughts play back to me
In my theater of one
Like a crippled man without his cane
Or a king without his crown
The passion that once consumed me
Has turned to ashes on the ground
I'm drawn to the sound of silence
Drawn to this cold and empty space
Where I don't have to confront my fears
Where I can hide my face
But the darkness only hides so much
And others start to see
The turmoil that I suffer through
The storm inside of me
Angel of death and mercy
Please come take me from this cage
Before these iron bars become me
And these four walls become my rage
Will you be my savior
Save my life before it slips
And is carried away by the hurricanes
Blown straight from Poseidon's lips
I might have hit rock bottom
But it's the perfect place to start
Where the only thing that I can hear
Is the beating of my own heart
I screamed my name to pierce the silence
But I've been gone too long to hear
Caught somewhere between being noticed
And wanting to disappear.
Slivers of moments
caught in the memory jet stream
Blowing gently the past,
eddies of windswept emotions of elation
Presently, sitting on a park bench,
taking a breather after doing a bit of shopping
Press the rewind ... play back memories of some good times
in my mind
As I watch the children play on the playground,
watching the mothers watch their children
while sitting down near to me
I remember my daughter playing so innocently
on the monkey bars, on the slide
Swinging on the swings, diving in the sand pile
Her smiling at me all the while
A golden moment of happy times spent with my child
Sitting on a park bench years later,
this makes me smile
at the memory of her smiling at me
A wisp of time,
gently moving through
the memory clouds of my mind
I sigh, as a little baby near me starts to cry,
and her mother picks her up tenderly ... coos to her,
which makes the baby smile
And I smile too
These thoughts play back in my head again and again like a sappy love song on the radio...*REPETITION REPETITION*..."CAN WE TALK for a minute"?....so many questions that I need to ask...the when the what and the why....mostly the WHY is WHAT boggles my mind...WHEN will the answers be revealed?...while I continue to propose these questions...never do I fret nor lose focus...instead I'm patient enough to wonder....and while I wander through this forest of great confusion....I find inner peace in the search for knowledge and wisdom....and even with what's already understood I understand that I've not yet reached complete and total understanding....I FEEL a certain sense of rush knowing that my journey is very much still ahead of me....as I walk down the path of what is true SELF DISCOVERY...I marvel at artistry of creation...and appreciate the blessings of being.... "beautifully UNFINISHED"....
CiD *Challenging Industrial Dictators*
4:20
Milk And Bread
The most amazing thing about this man,
Is what most of you can't see,
As I stand before his casket and,
Play back every memory...
Thru the tears that gather in my eyes,
That will try and find my cheek,
I can see his spirit pass me by,
In the ones I choose to keep...
You know a father is what we all have ,
By a birth and given right,
But when another man accepts this task,
It's a love you're given twice...
To replace the one you never had,
Or stand by the one you have,
Just in case the one that you called dad,
Isn't near to hear your laugh...
But I know he's in a better place,
So I thanks the Lord above,
For allowing me to see his face,
Through my fathers lasting love...
Terry
WWW.WhiteLionPoetry.com
I can hear you crying
Calling daddy ! daddy !
But there is no answer.
I can hear you calling
From a million miles away
Urging for the bond we once shared.
You had a home one time
Family and a father
But she took away all that
Saying I was no good for you.
Now you cry
Like these invisible tears that stream.
Your little naughty ways
Your cheeky laughter
And run arounds.
Permanently etched in my mind and heart
Every time you are remembered
When I play back memories I have.
But daddy watches you
In his dreams
You have a future so bright.
The fighting may not stop now
When the dust finally settles
Daddy will take you back home.
And daddy has a life to live too
To move on
Give brothers and sisters
Mama would not give.
Me and her may loose the love we shared
But mine and yours burn on forever.
God be with us all.
Time spent with you
only seemed to last for a second,
but those moments are savored
and remembered forever.
Your words and actions play back
in my head like past memories,
as I recall on the times I spent by your side.
Some say it takes time to fully understand
the depths and deeps of a relationship.
But have they been through this?
Have they struggled to find the words to say,
a poem escaped from their lips.
Nothing more than a pathetic attempt
to explain how only these few seconds were enough.
To have this shell-shocked boy questioning himself.
She did not do all that much in that past second,
but it was enough to have his world brightened.
Suddenly…
She was gone
He was alone
Love at first sight lost forever,
Until the next girl came along, just for a second
(And why I don't carry a camera)
Lily pads and dragonflies
Willowed pond and dappled water
And right across a splendid bridge
With people leaning over
A dream, a joy; a perfect summer’s day!
In all the muted colours of a painter’s pallet!
One blink, and life’s timeless image carried!
But what will I do with all these lovely things I see?
Make them make my mind work… !!
And watch them fit, with expandable ease,
Within the whole bright scheme of things!
And blended there a patchwork blanket, living!
Perfectly aligned, and not overlapping
Not crowding out, nor overshadowing
Referenced in an instant my own memory
Will work greater works than any machine!
Whose sharp edges squared fit in angled shapes
Needing to be stored somewhere
And there take up further space, and clutter
Whether virtual or not!
Far better woven within the fabric of my mind
Where they can play back, at some later date,
In a whole new form: some inner loveliness!
To form a whole new fearless picture, of who I am!
Oh, lily pads and dragonflies
Willowed ponds and dappled light
Engrave your bridge from here to there
Upon this mind’s own twinkling of her eye!
(…not her camera’s!!)
I know how it feels to die
For lungs to be emptied of air
Fighting in vain to save myself
Screaming in my mind its not fair
I know what death feels like
Detached and completely surreal
In the final seconds of coherency
Calmly realizing fate in real
When the struggle for life is over
ANd the battle you realize you've failed
Your memories play back like a movie
Replaying every moment, every detail
Of course when you're only 7
Your thoughts are little more
Than mentally reaching for mom and dad
Recalling a crush on the boy next door
I know how it feels to die
I know the silence and the fear
At least I won't get caught off gaurd
The next time death announces he's here
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