I kept the coulds
threw away the shoulds
reserving the won’ts in a special spot
plucking them out one by one
amusing myself
happily adding them to my coulds
I could but I won’t.
Once sanctuary.
The uninviting undertones bellow in mourning.
A soured fate.
They say the deads sleep is endless, as my toll chimes, wakeless.
Still unsighted eyes.
With sickly bloodshot yolk, cresting as if to rise reborn.
Tarnishing sleek silvered rumination, in anniversary of the best forgotten.
Another empty plot fills a space better kept for the rigid, the disciplined.
Hands worn of time for nothing other than keeping bones wrapped.
In unbound duty, spreading dirt, not to cover but expose.
Treadless stepping over and over the ghosts trampled in greater haste.
Who's borrowed words are sung as tribute, in service striking back in self reverence.
Now hollowed breath exhumed.
To treat a lasting patron, the unintroduced, bares the yet collected as for tolled is all.
Reserving another debt to be owed in exchange.
They march with purpose they march for purpose, not in step.
Peace will never reclaim them, for they know not peace.
Sleep remains a wistful dream.
Not to be conquered.
A faithful atmospheric worth of you,
equal in statuesque rainbow possess.
Grace a forest wake to rumored jewel,
long drawn-out winks ethereal blesses.
Favoring flowers blossoming parades,
a living garden hails its ambitions.
Hovers a bee stared yearning serenades,
nigh turnout unequal kinds, auditions.
Ode claims Rainbow Butterfly to whom shares
glory to its signature character,
beliefs prestige for reserving crosshairs.
Incepts moniker beings cofactor,
chicks or the eggs, and who'll take second best?
Rainbow suave sky soars the aliferous.
At our illuminating service,
Whether at home or in the office,
Many preferring to it handle,
For worships reserving their candle…
You lose old torch for new one find cash:
The joy while in a dark space Glorious flash!
For brightness I’d save for battery,
No need in darkness one jittery…
No torch ever sends packing the night,
Only to perimeters give light,
With none ever liked for sights dim:
The chances of user smiling slim…
Not what you find with a younger child,
Rather a lantern like child not wild;
For fishing out people at night thieves,
Whom you’d hailed in the day time “Chief!”
A Paraphernalia of hunters,
In feared forests at night one saunters;
With torch easily locates target,
As some from bright flash escape forget…
The Not-Held by a security
His night shift stripped of sincerity.
For persons leaving little to chance,
To others’ orders don’t wish to dance;
For weapons reserving user’s glance:
If they can’t find guns grip a close lance…
Resistance means that one has muscle:
A king who must not lose his castle,
The accustomed to life of hustle
And harsh towns of hustle and bustle…
For resistance, the reddest of eyes:
A time one freely Anarchy tries,
Wastes more than a soul and one’s tears dries:
Sometimes doing the thing with war cries…
All: on the Altar of self defense,
The blood one sheds not really offense…
Sooner achieved sooner respected,
Less badgering rightly expected;
No more the clumsily inspected:
Whoever tried this war prospected…
The fall of man is attributed to Eve
Who urged Adam to eat the forbidden fruit
Such is the story ancient biblical scriptures weave
Bringing about, as is said, on all of mankind disrepute
Reserving judgment on whether this tale is false or true
Blind belief that we have sinned shrouds us in guilt
Heart contracts every day swallowing this brew
No wonder then facing storms of life we wilt
Instead if we say man and woman are one
Polarities of God’s singularity that split in duality
Then concepts and beliefs entertained come undone
Allowing us to holistically view the absolute truth in totality
Eve is certainly not the villain she has been made out to be
Quite to the contrary, Adam was incomplete without her
Such is the interpretation, which our loving eyes see
We hope dear reader, that with us you concur
ISOLATION
awareness
disguised
&
fragmented
the
diverse
hampered
by
stigma
a
cold
spectacle
penetrates
extracting
the
essence
reserving
visual
delights
to
imbibe
the
grandiose
with
contraint
Sitting on a pew
Grilling and skew
Cravings that streak
Gravy of the mountain peak.
Sauces and condiments laid
Sprinkled, dashed and said
Vegetables, meat and bread
Cooked, baked and knead.
Reserving, consuming energy from tree
Drinking, nibbling like spree.
Waiting for the next bonfire and gaze
Rollicking with charcoal, dust and blaze.
A shooting star from the night so dark
Oozing with smoke and might that spark
Writing your name in the dark board of chart
Weaving canvass in your heart of art.
I'm taking back what's mine, you see,
Saving some of me, just for me.
In this space, I feel so free,
Learning to love myself, finally.
I used to give until I bled,
Putting myself last, instead.
But now I know I must be fed,
Before I can give to others, ahead.
It's not selfish to love oneself,
To take time to rest, and for health.
For in doing so, we gain much wealth,
A life of balance, full of self.
So I'll continue on this journey,
Learning to love me, without hurry.
And in this place, I'll always be,
A person who loves, herself, carefree.
I told my kids when they were young
That education was its own reward.
That its primary purpose was not
To get a great job or to become wealthy.
When seeing a very special table setting,
My kids asked who would be coming to dinner.
That's when I told them that they were the
Special ones, and that we would no longer be
Reserving the best table settings for others.
When I dared to admit to my two boys that I
Was unhappy about what I had achieved in life,
They corrected me by reminding me of how they
Saw it. Hearing what they heard and how they
Saw it changed my way of thinking about myself.
I remember having 4 heroes, 3 of which have
Passed on. Last year I was reminded that there
Were 3 other heroes that I had not considered.
After consideration, I determined to write my
Daughter and 2 sons. I informed them that they
were my heroes, and told them the reason why.
020323PS
God’s hell fire for weevil
Like his final for the Devil,
For the weevil is equally evil
To our rice never civil
And to its consumers a rival
Always some marvel
How it ends its travel
In the sealed bags it quarters
And the grain of rice it scatters!
I grant the weevil is insect
But why every grain dissect
And its wholesomeness affect?
Yes, not by a little real
The weevil cherishes cereal
But is it the wisdom of Daniel
And is it conceivably ideal
That holes it punctures in a nutrition
For consumers reserving malnutrition.
I have not seen my grandmother’s lovely brown eyes for fifty-seven years
But they oversee me sometimes
careful to not be noticed
I notice them anyway
I have not felt her spotted hands on my forehead for fifty-seven years
yet when I am sick, they appear
gently and sweetly placed
giving me comfort
I have never heard my grandmother’s laugh; but I remember her smile.
She had a sweetness about her that I could never forget.
I wish that I could turn and see her smile,
It would warm me and make me feel stronger,
but I think she is reserving this for my heaven greet.
lon lines
and crowded spaces
are are a good thing.
people needing direction
and people not knowing where
they should be.
understanding that coming
early and having time to look around
and find a nice place to eat and talk.
calling early reserving
items that may be in demand
having the right amount of money to
get exactly what you were looking for.
Enjoying the show and knowing what to chant
routing for the right guy
and understanding what's going on.
I recognize a tune from album of your songs
And listen intently to impressionist sounds
As you hop scotch from branch to branch
Like a child all excited, frolicking in playground
Peeking from behind shamrock green leaves
Singing of love in blossoms of dogwood tree,
As you tease a female, flapping your round wings
Showing off white patches, revealing breasts
Pointing curved beak to articulate a message
In verses of romance, courting your soul mate
Inviting her to celebrate the visions of spring.
A prolific singer, you mimic songs of blue jays,
Woof-woof of dogs, and croaks of hiding frogs,
Wailing screams of sirens on ambulance moving fast
And hasty beeping shrills of my alarm clock;
Reserving your very best for ardent mating calls
Choreographing dance-moves fit for wedding halls
As you seduce a female on youthful virgin date,
Aspiring to one more voice, one more etiquette
Adding to repertoire another song of desires
Pursuing next newness, next chase to happiness.
June 30, 2019
Placed 4th:Pick a title, volume 6, personification contest by Edward Ibeh
Title chosen--The Mockingbird
HM: Strand choice 3 contest by Brian Strand
Wanted
Zero
Repetitious Unsure
Imitating Boring Uninspiring
Turn Opportunist Empathy Proficient
Surprising Reserving Enabling
Consolidated Able-bodied
Hero
2019 June 08
*3rd Place*
Sparkling Diamonds
~~Joseph May
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