I entrust my pension
To a silver town.
I have retired.
"I am different from others.
I was a civil servant."
The moment I enter the silver tower,
That scent of a silk road.
I drift off to sleep for a moment.
Awakening,
A dining table is spread out
Before me.
Five years later,
As the money in my pension runs low,
The food gradually grows saltier.
They are waiting for my death.
"You have basked in the sun for too long.
Soon, the moon will be waiting for you!"
Diving headfirst into healing tides
cleansed and terrified simultaneously
quick to sink or rise with every wave
ups and downs are fragments of joy
as shells move swift with the sea spray
my relentless spirit is the cornerstone
falling down hard getting up harder
I’ve been left behind in rough waters
beautifully bouncing rocking about
hurricane strength is what I needed
pulled under forced to briefly pause
thrown up high to capture fresh air
rejuvenated to go try with a crash
abandon fear and take on becoming
a concussion is merely temporary
I eventually reach stable and calm
Blue doors open in silence
welcoming you inside peace.
That blanket and a pillow
with a glass of unsweet tea.
Staying stable in your space
no matter what is swirling,
Nothing can penetrate home.
He dims the light
for a mystic boe
to enter in glory
gently panting
and pawing
the crystalised earth.
Slowly he kneels
with the majestic beast
before a smiling babe.
‘Live in the moment’ they say
but it's hard on a winter's afternoon,
inside, warm in a comfortable chair
when the mind drifts, wanders off
to find a park somewhere
at the end of a childhood street.
Dragonflies patrolling the hot, pine
scented air and sunk in the shade,
an abandoned stable thick in spider
webs and behind a half door,
a long, dark, menacing silence.
I never went in, held back
by tales of ghosts and the fear
that something lingered there
who did not like to be disturbed
by the trespass of small boys.
I would sometimes throw a stone
into its dark reaches and listen
for a stir or the sound of movement
or call out - is anyone there ?.
The air always bore a chill.
In my mind I still lean over
the half door and look in.
The dark has thickened
into an even deeper silence
and I can feel its cold touch
brush against my skin.
There are times I swear I can see
a glint as if something was caught
in a blink of light.
I call out - is anyone there ? -
but no-one ever answers.
Ink with all our thoughts compressed
One hand
Four marks
A dream
Words spoken from a mouth once pure
A desire
A hope
To be seen
Our Earth orbits a plasmic star
Yet we pray
We love
We bleed
We love with values unlike one another
We make those choices despite one another
We hold the hands of massive mistakes
In stability
and instability
We’re seen
Thomas Hobson (1544 –1631)
in 19th century late
a Cambridge ostler and postal carrier
set his priorities straight
he owned a livery stable
of 40 Hackney horses or more
plus boots bridles and whips
and put the horse the cart before
after the animal left the barn
by bolting fast the door
and as precautionary balm
the nag nearest the stable gate
the worn-out equine storm to calm
was the firm rule he did make
this one or none in the stall
was that which customers had to take
or do with no ride at all
but for the paying equestrians
either way they win or lose
as there was no choice but accept or reject
for any of them to choose
Family
Family is very important
for our society to thrive.
Stable families work best
when common goals shared.
Crimes, drugs and abuse
can happen when
dysfunction
reigns.
Earth is a planet
Earth is stable
Stable for eons
Stable swirling mass
Mass of gases
Mass of gold
Gold lands in rivers
Gold slips through hands
Hands develop character
Hands reach out in love
Love grows
Love holds
Holds hands
Holds hearts
Hearts melt
Hearts never part
Part ways
Part stays
Stays in spirit
Stays in mind
Mind can't forget
Mind holds on
On goes love
On goes life
Life continues somewhere
Life intertwines
Intertwines with others
Intertwines in emotions
Emotions in soul
Emotions never leave earth
Earth awaits return
Earth is groaning
Groaning for release
Groaning for Christ
Christ's return to repair
Christ's coming renews
Renews like spring
Renews like Eden
Eden perfect garden
Eden perfect life
Life on earth
Life for eons
Eons go on
Eons last
Last forever
Last into infinity
Infinity is forever
Forever
Infinity
my grandparents are from the old stable, he whispered to my head.
I pretended to understand my friend, but he can be weird, Ted Fred.
they are a bit long in the face, but colorful and they are oat-fed.
they arrived, and I was surprised, for I had not realized he was a hybrid
So are they horses then? I asked, for they certainly looked like them.
They were dressed in human clothes, but their faces were rather grim.
When they laughed they neighed, they were lanky, tall and slim.
Yes, Fred said, and if you give them an apple you’ll see the best from them.
Winter’s stable home,
with flurry of snow,
tied to bough - won’t break.
The winged couple’s content,
light cantata sweet,
their flautist - the wind.
(2)
No abode,
Told to move on,
Where to?
No offerings,
Blankets worn and frayed,
Cold stiff joints,
Frostbite?
Shoes threadbare,
Chilblains?
I gaze high,
The star glows,
My stomach groans hard,
I pack my meagre bag,
Then,
head for the stable
15/12/22
Writing challenge – Yalto Form Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
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We wear shoes
To protect our feet
Have to please them
With the right size
To keep healthy
To be comfortable
Go all the ways to please them
They will in return
Walk faster
With more stable steps
With more beautiful posture
Moreover some people may
Go further to please eyes
Hiding ugliness and handicaps
Building confidence
Showing off
Capturing admiration
And finally slaved their own selves
Hurting their feet
Forgetting to please
Their own hearts
Their inner souls
The philosophy of a thermoflask
Is simple
To keep the temperature stable
At least for 24 hours
Before a new day
Icy cold remains icy cold
Hot remains hot
No sophistication
Love resembles that too
Keep up the sentiments and feelings
Wholeheartedly
And romantically
For life
As he will be
The only one in your life
And don't ever start a cold war
It hurts the heart of tender feelings
Like a thermoflask
quickly getting to the centre
fulcrum at which bliss throbs canter
smiling at erst stuporous gaffe
carefree to let out a loud laugh
life lived thus in carefree banter
04-October-2021
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