I cannot hibernate without my friend, Daddy.
Baby bear was smitten with his snowman, Maddy
Maddy never said a word, was frozen in place
Daddy saw he could not refuse with any grace
He relented and Baby Bear brought Maddy to the cave
We are going to hibernate until winter, he said, grave
Maddy did not react, did not say one little thing
But only a hat and scarf remained in the spring
Even when in dream
And all the more
Life be not what it seem
But lo, a revolving door
And we step thro’ without knowing
What awaits the other side
A silent horizon; a twilight glowing—
Or a teary long-distance call—
That lets us know,
A dear friend has died.
And the tears we cried as we’d decide
They are better off, now the pain is gone,
Or fool our own selfish desire
To have them yet by your side,
To laugh as we once laughed,
And cry as we once cried.
To fold ourselves within each others lives,
And giveth a hope that beyond all, love survives—
Death and every end we perceive;
The sun setting in a bitter eve,
From which, we lift our heads from the drowning dread
And lay ourself down to bed,
With the memories that brought us the most joys;
The golden years when we fought over toys
And relented in “sorries” said,
The best of best friends,
And to the later love we were led.
Let love transcend—
Let sorrow say it’s last goodbyes,
We’ll always have yesterday
Till alas,
Our ancient flower,
Our destiny—
Blooms and hitherto dies.
(and gods little bee, with pollen, flies)
I was never a big advice giver
people do what people want to do
based on their needs and desires
No one wants advice
I have learned to keep my opinions to myself
A persistent friend begged me for advice once
I told her I did not have any
She begged me and begged me and begged
Six times I think
Against my own judgement I relented
She stopped talking to me that day
And did not take my advice.
It was with his Adonis pressssssed
firm against her smoking hot Venus mound
that, thus unleashed, the cry of her hope, SHE,
that had hopped from one hearth to another…
thought that she, at last, had a heart claimed.
When he, at last acclaimed
to the abandon of her throne, with caution afar,
relented to the heady fumes of both their supposed flair. That was what it was.
At least until, he, true to form,bent his knee to the inane call of the Lord of the flies.
he is known as the bat who juggles leaves
we have to go see him!
he will be in the courtyard at ten tonight!
I thought my friend was nuts.
Who wants to see a bat juggle leaves?
She would not let up.
She hounded me and hounded me.
I finally relented.
Yes, it was a bat.
And he juggled leaves.
Nothing else to say.
Quickly, droplets dappled the walk,
Painting the cement a darker grey
Rain and darkening clouds usurped the sun,
Too serene in blue, ever-endless fields of azure
Thunder shook the ground
With deafening sound,
Whilst blinded by a bolt that smote of Zeus,
I felt my soul feint of fright
I saw my death, but clung to life,
I left the tea, the bagel, let the paper blow away,
And leapt inside the open patio door,
Sliding it closed, behind me, as the wind and rain pursued
I listened as each drop hurl itself against the pane
The wind augmenting their efforts in swelling waves
To break it down
They relented in drips that seemed to stagger, defeated
The wind urging them on and into futility
I sat, soaking wet at the table,
And saw a tear drop upon its glass surface
As my forearms absorbed its cold
My face stared back—old, tired
I was shaking, not from being cold
I thought of how I loved rainy days
I thought of how things can change in an instant
Others over a lifetime
The apostle Luke speaks of a friend who visits his neighbor, asking for three loaves of bread so he can offer the breaking of bread and other sustenance with his unexpected late-night visitor. It becomes a duality newly purposed upon the neighbor who disliked the 12th-hour disturbance at the door; he bade him to leave, but the persistent act went on until the neighbor relented and gave his visitor what was asked.
The irritable spirit failed in its task of non-compliance, and now the act of the hour was not the original sin, upon the unexpected, the visitor, and the neighbor, as righteousness of giving knows not the hour and should not be held accountable by it. The act of doing the righteous thing was through persistence, lest admitted failure descend upon neighbors for an unknown time, but do right, and there will be peace and harmony for all.
my identical twin sister begged me to visit Edna
a neighbor of my folks for years
Proximity did not mean I liked her
I thought she was wimpy and whiny
Finally, my twin wore me down and I relented
we were about forty at this time
Edna was in her seventies.
When my twin got out of the car Edna began yelling how glad she was to see her.
When I got out of the car Edna stared at me and yelled
“Caren, what HAVE you been eating?”
My twin, who was forty pounds lighter, could not stop laughing.
When first invited
to The Land of Milk and Honey
where stars at night shone bright
and days there were always sunny
he demurred to go
Abraham was of a mind to politely decline
as wouldn't you know
he was lactose intolerant
and diabetic too so
the alleged Promised Land
would only guarantee
even more misery
but when he repented and relented
as his story unravels
more than 2,200 miles
by ox-cart he then travels
and tho' it's unsure if he found a cure
or the fire of his desire
to fulfill the dream which kept him alive
lo he lived to be an old soul of
one hundred and seventy five
I ll sing a song of Winter gales
its got us in its grip
everything from storm to ice
A Magpies solitary glance is all we need
The grey sleet
beating over hills
crouching for shelter
where the grass is scant
And Mother Nature has relented
refusing to play Nursemaid
As a poet we offer an elegy
to the Russet Sun of Summer
we had known
When my brother was fading away,
black chimes signaled for the demons to play.
They attacked all sides of my hobbled mind.
Treating the heart like an orphaned marble
They were rabid and had brackish intentions
Hope chipped away like a crowbar to cement.
In a dream, one of them took me into its sky
I clung tight to its undercarriage
begging for it to release me
It promised that it would if I said
that I loved it...I relented
It didn't keep its promise as expected
and we wrecked together.
I coddled a little amber cross....
(a field mouse in an owl's greying claw).
I was dismissed into a pillow of tranquility
The demons slowly drifting away...
as did my brother the very next day.
Lost inside of a sexy playlist,
made out with a one hit wonder boy;
Vintage crooning with a virgin twist;
Record for an intimate convoy,
the first track behind a one night stand;
I relented and became your toy;
Undercover art of reprimand
amplifies the volume in the air;
He jammed alone never with a band;
Just one hit with emotions laid bare,
hit replay step back in that affair.
In the comfort of home, as dinner I ate, my dog barked and growled so clearly.
But then, a presence, unknown and strong, Pinned me down, in darkness, where I did not belong.
I found myself in a tunnel of light, With lights flashing, a vision unclear, a mysterious sight.
An entity spoke, its voice cold and dread, Said I should be dead, but I shook my head.
"No, I say, no," casting the darkness out," Denying the fate that would mean my death.
With a final gasp, the entity relented, Releasing me from the grip it had invented.
In that moment of fear and unknown power, I found the strength to resist and to cower.
A whisper of mortality, a glimpse of the divine, In this strange encounter, I remain, in awe of that unseen face.
The master artist stroked with his brush of beneficence
The canvas relented. There, hence, blossomed magnificence.
Each stroke gave birth to a rainbow of multi-hued images.
Each dot gleamed, as though waiting to be alive for long ages.
Trees, shrubs, and herbs; hills, mountains, fountains, rivers, and oceans
The galaxies, heavens, and Hades each depicted his notions.
Ponds, lakes, and waterfalls— everything seemed good in my eyes.
None couldn't avoid praising the way he had sketched the skies.
Why, yet, are these desert storms, volcanoes, and earthquakes sketched?
Why are these charcoal-like black dots, like landscapes, seen outstretched?
Is it the soul wish of the artist, who has his own way?
Are these, like gems fixed in jewels, a part of the array?
The master may have many unique morals to impart.
Aren't good and evil, hope and hopelessness, parts of one's heart?
To brush up the marshy, bushy paths, I should add my mite.
Isn't continuing the master's work my divine right?
...or What's science got to do with it?
Galileo looked through a lens one day
And, boy, was he astounded.
The Earth wasn't flat as he'd been told,
It was, in fact, quite rounded.
Pope Urban VIII then came along
And said, "No, that's absolutely wrong,
For, I, the Church, do not agree, and I'm the Wise One.
It's just as plain as plain can be why my pontifical decree's
The Earth is flat and ends right there at the horizon.
And for infallibility, you know, I am renownded."
So Galileo relented and recanted his boast
So he wouldn't be tortured or turned into toast.
A few centuries passed,
A new Pope said he guessed
That his theory might have been misjudged,
Since back then science was begrudged,
And the Church owed him a pardon,
Or a posthumous papal "perhaps", at the most.
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