"Seconded Away"
The Primary input
third person,you were I,
you were seconded away
the interloper sashayed
laughed victorious through lies
stole the gift given to you
from your mother line
a mother to a mother to a child
dead - born, 18/09
The True Mother never dies
A message to the child
a wrinkle in time
You are you
yet you are mine
I’m programmed
in your heart,
I am seated forever, always in your mind,
read and receive
LOVE
no matter the force kept Pretender's
bribes and standard pantomime
A mother in a mother in a child
Souls matched perfectly
Your story among the forgotten pages to find
Here find your story
For all time
(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
ljb/llb/gvlm
Hans Zimmer – "Time" - (Magdelayna Remake)
https://youtu.be/1oBkoiMEhVI
Categories:
seconded, love, mirror, mother daughter,
Form: Free verse
as we grow
we change
we start to
feel comfortable
within our own skin
we start to trust
ourselves
we slowly stop
seconded guessing
every single little thing
we do or don´t do
we learn that there is
no such thing as perfection
so we eventually stop
striving for it and in the end we
just start to live as our
most authentic selves
Categories:
seconded, truth,
Form: Lyric
Xenophobia
Fear seethed in reluctance,
Rinsed in the stream of laziness,
Conception donating annoyance,
Aggression and guts embroidered with thoughtlessness.
Offspring set for war,
Migrants to fall by his sword.
Vice versa, the crescendo swings,
As revenge inflects its melody.
Wails seconded by wrath,
Atmosphere littered with emotions,
Confetti of joy by cowardice drawn,
Contracts into a span, then destruction.
If fear is love and choice, zeal.
War'll be peace, and xenophobia, patriotism.
19:09:14:18:00
Categories:
seconded, africa,
Form: Sonnet
My mind broadsided by my great-nephews imagination
I heard…
“When God made “Spongebob”, we weren’t here.”
Curiosity, the controlling force that it is made me ask,
“Where were we?”
5-year olds’ ideas are often in bold primary colors.
Another brain-broadside,
“We went to that other place, you know,
Heaven, so God could Create “Spongebob.
Nobody, not even us were in the whole galaxy.”
Now, who would have thought that God would need to shutdown
An entire galaxy for such a task? It must have been a hullabaloo of a re-boot!
Ah, the tune to which a young imagination dances...
A unique creation, seconded only by the images that it paints.
Categories:
seconded, children, cute, fun, funny,
Form: Free verse
The hush sound of the mountains
Such an eloquence that thrills the mind.
Beautiful landscape terrifies the drumstick;
Groits!
D blizzard environment, a scene to flourish the hyenas
D still waters, fogs sent!
Such blessing I dare refuse?
This beauty I long to hold,
For Cleopatra never heed the call,
The call for loins, the risk taken for it - àágùn.
I cease to wonder what the beauty of life brings!
Such a candour, its callousness offer
What a myriad of history, its experiences are!
Its cadence, mankind lives for
For this, I crave for?
An endless thought.
When thoughts precipitate, myriads of wits are birthed
The first strand of grey, has come to rule
For being seconded by its dryness
A still scent of cold; breath
Dis terrain - beauty for all
Turbans; the beauty I see more.
Categories:
seconded, adventure, appreciation, beauty, celebration,
Form: Blank verse
I do not love you
I have said so
Reading my love letter
You misread it
You forget that I am So... you regret it
Ones meaning defined by anothers presence
seconded to an angelic beauty designed in heaven
Fighting to calm
Quench
The hell forged brimstone slush my heart pumps well
Silence is tin
When your missed song lips too far to hear sing
my angelic wings
I do not love you
You do take me far from sin
That is why i love you
My soul chants as my imagination
I do not love you
I love your image
Words of infatuation
I used to say your creation was heaven sent
a revelation
And now love keeps pacing
To is yes, fro is no
Up n down it seems to go
Rush to my heart
Listen to my soul
Kirk Jones
Categories:
seconded, absence, abuse, addiction, beautiful,
Form: I do not know?
Inside our parents’ bedroom by the door,
our sister Jenny played the old piano.
From all of us a melody would soar
in varying degrees of voice soprano.
A high soprano Jennifer would sing
as pretty Melanie would sing along.
The house with lovely harmony would ring
when I and Dori “seconded” the song.
For church we’d often render “Silent Night.”
Our tiny congregation made such fuss
as if we were four angels in their sight,
and Mom would fairly swoon with pride for us.
Of whims that took no flight I am lamenting;
Mom’s dream, “The Miller Girls . . . now presenting!”
For Sonnet on an Intimate Relationship Poetry Contest:
My best intimate relationship began at home. My four lovely sisters, three of whom are mentioned here, will always be the greatest of my friends.
Categories:
seconded, sister,
Form: Sonnet
"I present this because we all as I too included remain with our own individual
expressions, as well as negations of each one and the others fixed ideologies we have
I feel adapted to fit ourselves alone in our individual Socialites within each of our own
separate lands, apart from one another and God when it comes to "Religion(s)."
"Taking into account I have seen for myself - as I assume no doubt you have as well
seen yourself possibly even more so-throughout the relation of time in the present, past,
and I fear as well now all of our future tenses - which for myself I know has always left
us to remain this way. As I feel it to be the very breading grounds for the certainties
of these above suggested links given above, in there ultimate fruition."
"Please watch and read if still you will to, and would be so kind. Thanks for your
generosities in remaining open."
Here is the link to the first part: http://www.poetrysoup.com/poems_poets/poem_detail.aspx?ID=262708
Categories:
seconded, inspirational
Form: Prose Poetry
I love the way it feels when you hold me,
I love the way you look into my eyes.
I love the way you make me feel needed,
I love the way you make me think there is no forever in your good-byes.
I love it when you call,
I hate it when you lie.
I love when you kiss me,
I hate it how you make me cry.
I hate the way you make me feel like seconded best,
I hate the way you make me drop everything and wait for your call.
I hate the way you have me wrapped around your fingers,
I hate it because I give you everything of me and you give nothing at all.
I hate this feeling of thinking there will be better,
I hate the good-byes at the door.
I hate that your in my mind asleep or awake,
I hate that I know I can't have you anymore.
Categories:
seconded, loss, lost love, love,
Form: I do not know?