The door that closed was heavy wood,
A sudden turn where promise stood.
You brought your work, your heart, your time,
And hoped to find a matching rhyme,
Only to watch the offer fall
Against an unexpected wall.
It stings to hear a simple "no"
When you were set and ready to go.
It leaves a quiet, hollow space,
A sudden pause in mid-erase,
Where questions linger in the mind
About the things you left behind.
Yet every NO is just a sign
That draws a cleaner, sharper line.
It turns your feet a different way
To find a better place to stay.
A closed path doesn't mean you stop—
It simply changes where you drop
even though it hurts alot
The seeds of what you'll build next time,
With stronger steps and higher climb.
The unique bleat of the ram’s horn (shofar) draws the crowds
like the wailing at the Temple’s western wall, its symbolism plays loud
Yet it is not the essence of the Jewish New Year
which is belonging –
to his own people, one must first connect
And if he will not, God too he will come to reject
What I want wanted
Is all that I want.
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Who sit silently in cars
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Charm hitting rhythmically the wall
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Victoria Secret lace going for Thirty-Five going for Thirty-Four surely no less than Thirty-Three million lives lost in sweat shops.
Shop Girls!
Sweat Girls!
Red girls in Red shops and Red cheeks
And pretty pink bits
In their pretty pink bits
All lace and want.
You want this delicate labour.
Of skin, of Cotton.
34D and it's made just for you.
This took eighteen years.
You'll find me in my panties drawer
When you like -
Our range is extraordinary.
Have you seen the peach? The clementine?
We don't really sell the pineapple, but you can take her for a spin if you're feeling a little naughty.
Wet baskets spill like the want of your beating wallet.
So many times,
I have rejected your affection.
So many years,
I have turned away.
So many memories,
I have of your heartbroken face.
So many tears,
I have seen you shed.
Yet every time,
You choose to stay.
Yet every year,
You continue to try.
Despite those memories,
You refuse to let me die.
But I never thank you
Because I hate you.
You took and took till there was
nothing left to give. I would have given you
the moon and so much more.
I never understood
how you so casually dismissed me.
Was it all owed to you?
I wanted to be your knight in shining armour
but you didn't care to be my princess.
You were the party girl bent on having fun.
You'd been a teenage mom who'd lost her youth
rebelling against society's norms
of all that's good and decent.
I never understood and probably never will.
I wanted for us a life of happiness while
you were more interested in having fun.
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rejection
ignored, spurned
hurting, declining, dismissing
invitation, application, offer, popularity
accepting, loving, approving
welcomed, trusted
validation
A man once brazenly rejected
The fact that we’re all interconnected
He sat by himself counting his wealth
But it cost him his spiritual health.
Separation from the other
Caused him to attack his brother
Nurturing his own vanity
Led to a path of insanity.
Of flesh and blood we are all born
Surely as the sun rises each morn
An earth-life is an opportunity to learn
And upon death to the creator we all return.
How we are is not how we need be
It’s up to us if we truly wish to see
That a mentally of division must be rejected
For we are all truly interconnected.
Pulled from rosy rows
rejection breeds persistence—
weeds not welcome here
pop up as lonely, unloved
sly, resilient pioneers.
Boots crush tender shoots,
hands rip out plants by their roots—
mother-of-millions
so fiercely fecund, unbowed,
endless their will to survive.
Weeds misnamed, misjudged,
grow through cracks in wasted ground—
jilted intruders
yearning simply to be seen,
impatience at the margins.
Lonely wily weeds
await unseen for any
opportunity
out on the periphery
to be, to see, and be seen.
The lonely weed—
a wallflower in the scene
a wallflower in the scene.
We started talking like it was no big deal,
Laughing at jokes, trading what we feel.
He asked how my day went, I asked the same,
Maybe this could be more than a game.
He smiled at the things I’d say,
We messaged back and forth all day.
So I showed him my world, unique and loud
The things I love and what I’m into.
But then his replies started coming slow,
Short and cold, like he didn’t know
How to handle the real me inside,
So he pulled back, stopped the ride.
He didn’t say we’re through,
Just left like none of it was true.
I sat there wondering if I was too much,
For simply being who I was.
I’m done erasing what I love
Just to be liked at all
If being real means he walks away,
Then he was never meant to stay.
I’m not a mask you wear for fun,
Then ditch the moment you’re done.
I’m worth someone who wants all of me,
Not just the parts they’re willing to see.
So if it starts again with a simple “hi,”
I’ll be myself and won’t ask why.
If he stays, then good that’s my cue,
If not, I’ll be just fine without you.
There is supposed to be a partnership
Not just friendly companionship
Two people become one entity
Not physically but mentally
A relationship or marriage isn’t ever fifty fifty
No need for a meeting or committee
One maybe extra tired
And the other does as required
The next day roles may reverse
But you work together and diverse
One may be injured or have the flu
The next week the foot maybe on the other shoe
This swings in roundabouts
Never any resentment or doubts
One is the doer and one is the taker
If your the taker don’t be the breaker
You shouldn’t feel guilt for being unwell
Don’t be the one to scream and yell
If this is a long sickness
Remember it’s both your business
One maybe giving up their sanity
To prevent a calamity
Communication is the key to success
Instead you dampen any progress
Now is not the time to feel independent
And treat everyone else like they’re unpleasant
Your own words can prevent frustration
Instead of worsening the situation
Talking to prevent resentment
Instead filling with disappointment
It’s living two separate life’s
For now it has to suffice
You glowed bright in my eyes that night,
Not a tear, not a doubt in sight.
Winter crept colder, quietly teasing,
Yet I learned to live with its ache -
Even as trees dried, I kept flying.
My soul knows life’s silent games
And its carefully hidden wonders.
Still, my heart leaves no trace of hope,
Beating to its own uneven rhythm,
As though seasons no longer existed.
As they say, nothing is permanent.
The love of my life slipped away,
Leaving behind an apology letter.
I froze though it was summer -
Trees stood healthy while I withered.
I was not alone, only drowning,
To my diary, line by line, clinging.
The warm sun tapped my shoulder,
Uncovering buried wonders
Blooming across forgotten seasons.
Now I walk forward holding love
Smiling with summer,
Singing with spring, running with rain,
Walking beside winter,
Turning rejection into wonder.
In
Reflected
Though currents may shift and tides may change
Your essence remains,no time can ease
The nightingale sings of our secret hours,
Of gardens unseen,of the moon's embrace.
Love is a flame that defies all decay,
Burning softly in the endless space.
Forever inscribed on the heart's page,
Pheko,Son Of Lizzy
pages of haiku confetti in the wind
We sit so close, yet worlds apart, breathing the same air but trapped by our fear. Your hand brushes mine, and it’s like the universe pauses, a trembling spark I can’t name, a kiss that doesn’t need lips.
I want to tell you everything... how every glance of yours steals my breath, how every moment without you feels like a storm. But my voice falters, my courage hides in the shadows of doubt. What if you don’t feel the same? What if this fragile thing between us breaks?
And still, the silence speaks. It presses close, heavy with longing, and I feel your heart echoing mine in the spaces where words cannot reach. The curve of your lips, The warmth of your hand, it’s a kiss I can feel in my soul soft, trembling, infinite.
I ache to close the distance, to let the world vanish in that single moment, but fear pins me still, and yet even in this quiet, I am drowning in you.
"This silent kiss is everything I've ever needed, though it never touched your lips."
sensual touches
sate a need that aids depressed
hearts seeking passion
patches to cover twin aches
worn as scars from rejection
escape needs fulfilled
covers hold two stories told ~
desperate duet
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