Progresses Poems

Summer to Fall

Summer is turning into fall
leaves are changing colours
flowers begin a drying process
distributing seeds in crevices
hoping for a new growth
in the early spring  
moisture had been sparse
so survival of seeds
depend on mother nature
the trees become heavy
laden with millions of seeds
waiting for a wind to blow
to distribute them far and wide
as the season slowly progresses
and winter is at the doorstep
the seedlings will have to wait
depending on  spring rain
survival depends on the elements.

Spring Snow

So here in early April 
snow lays on the ground.
Flakes are flying in the air, 
they're everywhere to be found.
And as the day progresses on
thunderstorms will enter in,
this mix of spring and winter 
as the spring time begins.

Banned Book Club VI

Conservatives’ banning’s apropos of nothing
At twelve when he delt with this
shouldn't have to jump through hoops
should’ve been able to explore when a teen
But because of many conservative groups
The Ire excessive was the coming of age
Juvenile mistakes made in adult years
Denied the ability to pick up social skills
Sexual assault and sexual awaking
considered pornographic
Q**r’s  often live a second adolescents
This is a guide for the coming of age allies
States have taken off the shelves
Intersectional as his  life
Chapters are a collection, four acts 
referred to as “parts” in this guide
self-contained essay’s
The memoir progresses through Johnson’s life 
Two letters appear alongside 
the chapters for mother and brother
Conditioned to think what’s the truth
Indoctrinated in us
Stop crying,  racialized   
School bullies
The flee market incident
Institutionalized violence
Family structure marginalized  
Community –college fraternity
And black joy
Tells the truth 
A black and q***r boy’s experience
Gender identity
Toxic masculinity
Brotherhood

Incessant Insect

OHH!!! You Incessant Insect..

You make it hard to direct my energy,

Positively, Peacefully.

Why do you keep pestering me?

Investigating every inch,

Of what you can see.

I'm feeling the pinch,

The sting,

Them little legs Tickling,

In my hairs wiggling.

My hands are waving,

Slapping.

My Nerves are snapping,

I must be over reacting.

They must be attacking,

I'm retracting,

Packing my things.

Through the sound ,

Of buzzing wings.

Emotions are raising,

It's so FRUSTRATING.

Then my Heart Sings,

As Nature brings,

It's smallest and bravest,

Insects, here to test,

The patience of her subjects.

What we reflect,

Through are reflexes.

As my energy progresses,

Through this session.

Present in the sensitivity,

And bravery,

Of the incessant Insects,

Directing me.

the first commandment

The First Commandment

we have got a message
if anyone writes from the river to the sea Palestine will be free, and will not be published because it is upsetting for Israel to hear what
is an obvious truth 
Notice this will not be published it is not a ban we who believe in the “First Amendment” is there is a limit to freedom of expression when it goes against the sitting power structure Even the cherished X, knows that 
As the evening progresses one notices fillers in newspapers, one such filler says that a test has shown that 87% of Israel’s Jews are not Semitic at all, they are mostly Russian Zionists, and Polish Warshaw dwellers, misfits not fitting in among the general population
The real Semites are the Palestinians going back 2000 years about the time of Jesus Christus What we see is the Zionists are wedging war against the real Jews who call themselves Palestinians possibly to avoid detection that it was those who crucified Jesus

On Amble Sands

In amble approach whilst walking the sands of time
As each step progresses, the waves appear in thrall

In amble approach whilst walking the sands of time
As each step progresses, the waves appear to gain

In amble approach whilst walking the sands of time
As each step progresses, the waves appear to pain

In amble approach whilst walking the sands of time
As each step progresses, the waves appear inane

In amble approach whilst walking the sands of time
As each step progresses, the waves appear to

GONE GIRL

I'm alone tonight at home
Within the present hour.
On the net, I start to roam
In search of a flower.
Finding her, we start to chat
About so many things.
There is this as well as that.
Her presence gives me wings.
Our discussion progresses,
My mind and heart aflutter.
Feelings of mine she addresses,
Melting them like butter.
Suddenly, she disappears
Without a reason why.
Holding back what could be tears,
I wonder but don't cry.
Gone without a word to say,
My girl of such appeal.
Just who were you anyway,
Or were you even real?

Departed - Helal Hafiz

Where are you staying these days? Are you doing fine? Send me letters.

One twilight hue rejoiced with the whimsical hand fan, bought from fair 
How is that doing at your hand so late at night, like this? Send me letters.
Which page on the calendar is grieving with me, absorbed
Bright eyes, chanting gazes,  yearn there as they adore you. Send me letters.
Which word muses along as  hours pass, they play around as the day progresses?  
Which memory plays it safe , whispering to be soaked in floodgate of the lovers’ lane?
Send me letters . Send me letters, Send me letters, 

Or else, not any more words to forbid, cuddle time with oblivion to chime
The loser was this, me, who is relevant , there to be?
Even though I loved thee to find only mistakes with me.  Mistake, mistake.
The gone astray dandelion,  and the pollen, sprinkler delight within
My killer noises of the solitude,  noon hours, through my five, What else , anyway?
In one life , wastage , how much of that will  there be, anymore, anyhow?
One Beatrice , to inflict heartache, how much pain of that will  there be, anymore, anyhow?

One More Time

One More Time

I can see a sunset coming
Through the slowly fading glow
     All those footprints left behind
     Disappear so quick with time
Please kiss me one more time before I go

They say nothing's meant to last
Not even Cupid's arrow
     But I've known it from the start
     You'll be ever in my heart
Please kiss me one more time before I go

Oh, the midnight hour's approaching
Yet the day progresses slow
     Though they claim the end is near
     I have nothing for to fear
Please kiss me one more time before I go

     I've been told there's a paradise
     Through which Jordan's river flows
     And I'm sure that's where you find me
     When they set free our souls

In the last minutes of farewell
We both will come to know
     That our time is done
     And our last song's been sung
So please kiss me one more time before I go

Upon wings of dream and time, love buds unseen

Upon wings of dream and time, love buds unseen,
Not every fate quickens it in the ephemeral dance of form and hour,
It, the profound love, the one that forges destiny in souls, is like a spell,
Flying over stereotypes, over the labyrinth of the Matrix that confines dreams.
How rare it is in the fabric of days to find that connection of spirits,
That meet across vast distances in an embrace closer than bustling proximities.
Each is the other's sanctuary, and life progresses in parallel, in that unseen space,
And each carves their presence into a corner of the heart, where no altar or certainty exists.
The deep pulse of the soul is felt at a mere calling of the name,
And the sensation resonates, an echo of fulfillment that transcends the borders of consciousness.
To recognize, and to be recognized... to share the same unhampered language.
To resonate in unison... is to tune spirits in a harmony that transcends the octave.
To choose to step beyond the need for possession, for a subtle being, pure in Love.

GROWTH WONDERS

enigma of growth wonders
challenges perspective setting to ascend
propelling mindset
toward heavenly ventures
stretching existence upward
progresses
surmounting perils


grounded on steadfast anchor
seed of love's faith progresses
unwavering against tempests and trials
basking under God's goodness
while yielding to sovereign divine miracles
triumphantly bearing fruits
yon growth* mysteries

*2Peter 3:18 But grow in grace, and in the knowledge of our Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ. To him be glory both now and for ever. Amen.

December 5, 2023
6th place, "Metaphorical Realism in Suzette Prime" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Suzette Richards; judged on 12/6/2023

Songs of Nature COS No 8: ABAB

Bestilled and collected grand sensation,
stares at the glint of a harvested moon,
cast haulage divorcing neath horizon,
rise the yam sun that courses a forenoon.
Northern sways o'er ripen earth, fortunate
lofty leafy legions stretched abandon,
piles of crumpled layers, gifts pearlescent
brilliance of the immortal descension.
Towering mist espouse the crusted loam
and verdurous instilled life progresses
amid impaled saffron petals that comb
the scene all strewn against a capricious
path of lain chartreuse fronds and with the weight
of feet crinkles crispy snaps with your mate.

October's Warm Grace

October's tender embrace was so real,
Autumnal colors create a striking scene.
Every leaf is a work of art with a vivid color,
Nature's glorious cue makes my heart sing.

Pumpkins exude a lovely orange glow,
Their delighted faces fill the atmosphere.
A comfortable, warm sweater and a close embrace,
Each moment, I discover where my heart belongs.

The sky is a huge blue color and the air is clean.
The beauty of fall persists, oh so steady.
While sipping from a glass of apple cider,
My heart is steadfast, and I am incredibly blessed.

A treasure to witness, October's tale,
A joyful month as the year progresses.
As a narrative is recounted with every golden leaf,
My soul finds solace in October's heart.

Aster Love

One of the first things we noticed when we arrived at our cabin…
besides a chillness in the air…
was the purple color on the ground…asters blooming everywhere.

With roses, daisies, sunflowers, orchids, tulips and lilies too,,,
it’s been difficult for the aster to receive the praise she’s due.

But in the Fall when many of her better known flowers fail to survive
this is when the aster and her beauty comes alive.

We see her purple hue along the roads, the rivers and the trees
adding beauty to the countryside…she’s the last source of pollen for the bees.

Legend tells us the Goddess Astraea…from her throne up in the sky
when she saw there were no stars upon the Earth…she began to cry.

Her tears rained down upon the Earth during Autumn’s time of year
and, as if by magic, asters sprouted from her tears.

So as this year progresses…as Fall we’re about to greet
I think it’s time the aster takes her place among the flower elite.

For when most flowers are gone…the aster can be found
blooming, to Astraea’s delight,
as little stars upon the ground.

Vision

Visions that gladden the soul 
As time plays its role, 
The beauty of nature we adore 
even as we see and explore. 

The eyes are the window to the mind, 
They imprint the images that our minds sometimes find, 
They search for the missing lines,
The lost grapes from the vines.

The eyes search through the gloom,
They push to attain the bloom.
They anchor on what's seen,
Forgetting that it’s more than that's been.

As time progresses we're dimmed of sight,
Then we go gently into the night,
Our eyes open in another realm,
We're beyond the world's helm. 


September 13, 2023.

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