he ancestral house seemed smaller, today seen with eye glasses
The pathway seemed shorter, the mangoes grow loftier
It was once open field across the hill
Mushrooming subdivisions had blossomed
The little flower orchard had vanished
But anyhow we felt it would still be remembered
Harrowingly different, but pretty much the same
There was an unfamiliar children’s “bahay-bahayan”
On that path that we arranged
In front of that sagging waiting shed that stands
Beside the curve, where the old Mango tree grew
Surprisingly, forty years folded one summer day
And hurriedly become a springtime of our memory
of many growing trees, of many festivities
a spot where I wept one night after my mother died
and spent longer, in starry-starry nights holding newborn offspring
Yes....it is all there, in that small ancestral home
Facetious, but I'm glad they kept the wooden parrot
It has the same green eyes
That big black statue of St. Roque, along a stony pathway that we laid
still sits behind the curve, where the old mango tree grew
Categories:
subdivisions, allusion, beautiful, color,
Form: Enclosed Rhyme
A handsome hacienda down San Fernando way,
Whose curled sunburned tiles once gleamed from Apollo’s rays
Was home to gentle farmers who worked their crops each day;
And slept in peace while brown night hawks would flirt and play.
Furrowed flowing lines full of fruits and crops, row on row
By workers in torn jeans, with strong hands, made to grow;
Clearing weeds, harvesting as soon as they were able;
To fill up trucks to haul crops for waiting tables.
Big wheels rolled progress in bringing asphalt and cement.
Bold builders paid out cash to further their intent
To turn land beyond agricultural revisions
And erect malls, high rises and subdivisions.
The nurturing life of dirty hands in days of yore
Left for bountiful crops of Valley Girls galore.
Categories:
subdivisions, change, farm, food, girl,
Form: Rhyme
By Mark Miller © 02/19/2014
Compass of memories held loosely
Misdirection pointing in iota
Exquisitely anchored hangs an eminent noose
Minds of subdivisions wage illusion of wars in retribution
Fragments estranged states out of place in time and space
Mirrors alone in fears absent of frames reflect emotions after forever
Autobiographical absence in self reflect sedimentary memory
Shattered pieces held together through novel history of cursed metaphor
Reference into live characters pretense lies symbols scorn design of substance.
Features sensations realism in dreams creation a demons personification;
Subserviently locked behind shades shadows seeks the many repentance,
Fate of shame determines designation into bestiary summons
If offered crown of thorns I refuse,
Defacement of natures subliminal defiance
Diffused screams of thunder leaves pride aside embracing dark's grace,
In nearness lies the wait in reality's unconsciousness,
The gradual self-effacement of my dead.
Categories:
subdivisions, body, conflict, confusion,
Form: Blank verse
The ancestral house seemed smaller, today seen with eye glasses
The pathway seemed shorter, the mangoes grow loftier
It was once open field across the hill
Mushrooming subdivisions had blossomed
The little flower orchard had vanished
But anyhow we felt it would still be remembered
Harrowingly different, but pretty much the same
There was an unfamiliar children’s “bahay-bahayan”
On that path that we arranged
In front of that sagging waiting shed that stands
Beside the curve, where the old Mango tree grew
Surprisingly, forty years folded one summer day
And hurriedly become a springtime of our memory
of many growing trees, of many festivities
a spot where I wept one night after my mother died
and spent longer, in starry-starry nights holding newborn offspring
Yes....it is all there, in that small ancestral home
Facetious, but I'm glad they kept the wooden parrot
It has the same green eyes
That big black statue of St. Roque, along a stony pathway that we laid
still sits behind the curve, where the old mango tree grew
Categories:
subdivisions, beauty, voice, weather, work,
Form: Pastoral
Hypocrital as this may seem, amid no way shape or form do we
Condone sin and quite aware, of the devestating impact these sorrows
May impart upon another's life: dead zone mirrors waging war with themselves
Trench coat conspiracy revolving while raping, their childrens minds ? Poetic justice
In warped reality his gavel claims; high tide treason her founding fathers time's bench mark
Subdivisions, some will sell themselves for small desires and lose their dreams to rats....
Get caught in ticking traps ? Grab that squid with both hands and make a stash as nibbling
On your cheese please penthouse patriots appointed seeds; judicial flood gates ominus, of creeds.
Categories:
subdivisions, baptism, love,
Form: I do not know?
Everything Changes
It is still winter and
roadside snow banks lead me.
I drive the pre-highway
backroads of another time, when
‘no dumping” warnings
lined the thick woods.
Now stand subdivisions
modern sewers and gas lines.
Some old bungalows by the lake
remain, reminders of summers
when I was small and
the forest was eternal.
As the final hat is tipped
the velvet curtain called,
all who remember gone,
who will keep the memories?
Kathryn McL. Collins
February 25, 2014
Categories:
subdivisions, memory,
Form: Free verse
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Bridled wavelengths in pursuit of divisions precarious afflictions ~
This monarchies prevailing nominative touch subsisting
Within the red tide of conscious; sixth senses....
Terminus crossing thresholds to grasp these, reigns of reason?!
Hopes indigent spectrum of protoplasms injections; immunities solvency
Now seeking a cure while as integrities renewel holds tightly unto
Truths prisms amid awakened awareness within this identity of
Loves brilliance; bridled afore the subdivisions in perfectly created
Stepped beyond and through the thresholds, black tide reasons....
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"Celestials Doves" *
Categories:
subdivisions, hope, life, love,
Form: I do not know?
speak softly soothe skeptical soldiers.
solicit sages solemn solace sombre soliloqy.
silence sinister speakers speaking
spiritless slogans spiting spightful signs
sift spontaneous sincerity signaling sooth
switch stuborn stupidities superflious supplications
supply superior supplications seeking Soverigns succor
search subtle subversion spreading such syphilis
silently subvert singularly subtle saboters
stimulate stern stewartship, stifle stinginess
spurn squawkers spurious spouting
stymie stylish subdivisions
sing songs signifying single sole solidarity
stupendously swing swift swords
stand strong stoic stern stealth
show splindors spiritual side
send special supremacys silver sight
such suitable sufficent spontanious souls
sow signals sought selflessly since salvation
savor Saviors salutory silence
seek sanctuary since sacrifice
so sacred so sadistic
saith saints suffering sagas
save sordid self searching sealed soul
sence sensation salvation shores
shun satans six six six
smell smoldering sinners smitten
solitify salvation seeing single source
Categories:
subdivisions, faith
Form: Alliteration
The supermarket lines,
senior discounts at the driving range-
wheels sitting
on silent streets staring quietly.
Oh, what good
can come on a Detroit suburban
afternoon? It all started, and
it all will end
sometime.
But, the subdivisions are endless,
and so are the days.
Sit. Watching the sun watch
those streets
those afternoon streets.
Bottle return on wednesday,
coca-cola thursday
and an Irish bar friday.
And those are Society's
best days.
They are the O.K. days.
The day when
you can forget who you are?
What are subdivisions?
Categories:
subdivisions, history, introspection, life, nostalgia,
Form: Free verse
My home city happened so imperceptibly like eye strain;
starting with those clouds promising or threatening rain,
came the dusty dirt roads lined by blazing bougainvillea
and, chasing its shadow, my corolla grumbled like a gorilla.
The quaint cottages dotting and jolting up the countryside
ushered in the subdivisions, giant checkerboards miles wide;
these gave way to homesick parks and street-smart streets,
and here it is, my home city, its prodigal son it warmly greets !
Categories:
subdivisions, happiness, holiday, hope, home,
Form: Rhyme
Our night sky is barren tonight
We’ve built subdivisions, And
Towers
Where
Every Free inch
Blocks the beauty of a once
Swim-able River
Now
Poisonous to its fish friend occupants
Where
Stars are overpowered by
Neon lighs and limelight brights
Leave a disgusting
Stain
THAT WAS
On a once beautiful sunset
canvas
by god’s paintbrush
now left by mans
graffiti
ugly words
now its tainted
These giants
Choke the
Atmosphere with their toxic breath
And where shall
I draw from moments of comfort?
When
Screaming sirens
Cut through the silence of
Nights where my body
Tosses and turns
And crickets
Songs are no more
Because everything in the city
Is synthetic
And has killed
Our green organic
But I am here
Trapped in a suburbia nightmare
Not my home
Who will save us from here?
Categories:
subdivisions, nature,
Form: I do not know?