Who says stop? Road signs, yes. But those who don’t like what is happening. The abused, the neglected, the rejected. Often ladies who don’t want to be fondled by the men they’ve accepted as dates or trysts. There are those that say stop when the drink is being filled and others who express their prohibitive word – STOP – when they’ve finally heard all the bellowing they can take for one round between them and a spouse, a sibling or a child. Stop can mean that a road, whether paved, dirt or vindictive, has finally come to an end and this is where the rubber meets the pavement, where the dog-eared finish meets the truth, where the lifetime meets with its fate and even, possibly, when the heart meets its beat and together, two are merged as another sign, pointing one way. STOP means wait, forget it, pause for just a bit. But, mostly STOP means to bar the way so that no one can say you came to a rolling stop because you know, without a doubt, you absolutely stopped before continuing on your way, discovering the direction of your destiny, your fate.
Just a sign to stop
Unsupervised it is not
Sojourn from the start
Categories:
prohibitive, destiny, fate, feelings, wisdom,
Form: Haibun
Writing poems for over six years,
I wonder why I was never a contest winner,
I prayed and prayed to Almighty for a recognition,
One night I heard the voice, you have to enter a contest to win.
Entering a contest is a big chore,
you have to follow so many metaphors,
Acrostic, Anagram, Minute poem rules seem so prohibitive,
I always thought meter was a measuring scheme.
Even if I entered a contest, I would not like to be judged,
Poems are my impulsive feelings, they are my treasures,
Even my treasure might seem like a junk to someone else,
Still, I value my junk, as if it was the best thing in my life.
Even if I entered a contest, I would hold my breath,
I may come first, I may come the very last,
With so many illustrious poets, I don't stand a chance,
Still, I would feel good, I entered and felt like a winner.
Categories:
prohibitive, poets,
Form: Free verse
What is the main difference
between the life time of a star
and your personal trauma history?
Could it be for you,
as for me?
How long we take
to get from regenerative beginnings
in dark caved
holy
humble
BlackHole wombs
to degenerative desecrations
And more therapeutic inside/outside
resonantly peaceful
light empowering balanced ends
that snugly fit bigendered means
for cooperative kindness.
What is your main difference
between personal liberation
from inside traumatic deliberation
and outside avoiding condemnation?
At all inhibiting costs to Self
prohibitive costs to Others
disposable property costs to sacred MotherTrees
and other indigenous
sentient
residential non-taxpayers
Not to become confused
with Trumpian
"Vengeance is StraightWhiteMaleCapitalist Mine!!!"
All AnthroSupreme Mine!!!!!!!!!
which is the white privileged noise
of a NON-indigenous
parasitic
residential non-taxpayer
Who does not know the main difference
between the life time of a star
and His monotheistic personal trauma
degenerative BlackHole
reverse of predative
Great Flash FatherStar history.
Categories:
prohibitive, health, humanity, humor, mental
Form: Political Verse
I can't attend your funeral, I'll share no eulogy;
I won't be present, though you've been a treasured friend to me.
I'd really love to pay respects at your last resting place
but I've not had the joy to ever meet you face to face.
I've never been inside your home nor driven down your street,
in fact, I might not recognize you if we chanced to meet.
The face in your small avatar (or maybe a design),
is all I have to go on if our paths should intertwine.
And yet I know your heart - you've written poetry sublime,
your comments at my poems lift my spirits every time.
When you reply, it's like we've both been friends for many years,
and when your soupmails come, I know we're more than simply peers.
Some live in other countries, most are many miles away.
The cost of travel is prohibitive, I'm sad to say.
When close the curtains of my heart at last, you will be there
in spirit, thanks to poetry that we've been blessed to share.
// This is my gratitude poem to the many Soup friends who
have been my lifeline in 2020. Thank you all ~ John //
Written 22 Dec 2020
Categories:
prohibitive, death of a friend,
Form: Quatrain
Lupus Dei, grief of the heart, sealed eyes...
Has he not spoken of the total collapse of his identity?
Gorged in simplicity of his violent shadows, foreboding
Giving almost the most beautiful cataleptic look full of texture
The one that is in a dreamland between love and longing,
A heart completely exposed to a bayonet forged in the fires at Mediana.
A persistent agony of dissolution shall make no rule
As I demand it to be silent, in my head, in my heart, in my soul,
It shall not display negative or destructive rituals, or
Insensible impatience or it shall not raise the voice or angst
That would disturb the peace at a small well in the oasis of aspiration,
It shall not be prohibitive, unduly, infringing or chaotic,
It shall not be so!
Oh shadows, shadows of the dark,
Set the chain of events free
Let them be modest and true
In the darkened arc – ignite a spark
Let me in – let it be!
As ever, with love.
END
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NOTE
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Due to the character limitations this long poem had to be split into 7 parts to post.
Categories:
prohibitive, angel, life,
Form: Free verse
Ms. Kamala Harris
Not in the least embarrassed
by prohibitive costs
when private insurance is tossed
Categories:
prohibitive, health, money, satire,
Form: Clerihew
We each have this fundamental choice
to know our mistakes as a relentless wall
oozing passions of superior severance
prohibiting successful futures
more like choosing compassion together
Rather than stuck
on the wrong side of a brick wall,
we could also choose to rediscover past mistakes
as an uncovering web
toward a more cooperative future
less shaken apart,
less stone-walled by Win/Lose competitors,
more inviting,
even enchantedly compassionate,
regathering health toward integrity's networking wealth.
Resilient discernment
unveils
resonant, not at all dispassionate, co-discovery.
Empty,
yet pregnant,
enthymematic promising integrity
of each internal/external moment's Zen ZeroZone potential,
co-operatively LeftYang,
co-passionately RightYin,
Tao of bilateral spacetime
becoming ego/eco-resilient health webs
without prohibitive pathological walls.
Categories:
prohibitive, community, faith, health, integrity,
Form: Political Verse
Sharpest were the words
and the eyes and the elbows
of those nearest, not dearest,
and nearly as sharp the words
and the eyes and the elbows
of those oddly at arm's length.
Neither could be approached,
the nearest were too near,
and arm's length too prohibitive.
And he didn't know, really,
which approach meant more
or frightened him more.
But deep in the words
and the eyes and the elbows
was the sharpest weapon
known to him or to them.
A sharper weapon was sought.
10th October 2018
Categories:
prohibitive, abuse,
Form: Free verse
The living years
Had just been song
Until it happened in my life:
Am singing it now,
Many things I should have
Told him, he should have told me.
Many things I wanted to know;
Loved my dad so much:
Was proud of him,
Boasted about him:
Was great to have a father
And know he was there,
To actually know him:
To be like him when I had
Not ever quite stayed with him,
To talk like him,
Look like him, his mannerisms and all.
Circumstances were prohibitive,
Much love fell to pride,
Wanted him to feel my pain
Through my silence:
Just never talked, never made sense,
Was so stupid.
Categories:
prohibitive, death,
Form: Ballad