My gran doesn’t ‘get’ this woke society
I told her that there’s a new sobriety
We went for a walk to see what we would see
And show her we all can be what we will be
Men can be women and girls can be boys
And most men in showbiz have that certain poise
I’ve seen a guy wearing a little black dress
And people whose gender is something to guess
But live and let live is the latest doctrine
Though sometimes I wouldn’t know where to begin
Someone approached us in pink dungarees
And Doc Marten boots and a beard to ‘their’ knees
With glitter mascara, diamanté tiara
A dog tag that said nothing more than ‘Tamara’
‘Their’ Mohican hair style was quite a strange sight
Twas dyed rainbow colours and went left to right
I tried not to notice ‘their’ tightly strapped breasts
But bits were protruding from her (their) string vest
In an unguarded moment I said, “Evening Miss.”
He/she/it/they gawped and said, “That’s remiss.”
I told he/she/it/they, “I’m not of this age
So don’t take offence, please don’t get in a rage.”
‘They’ strode off and snarled like a pantomime cat
And my little old gran said, “What The F*** Was That?”
I want to get lost with you
in a valley of singing sunflowers,
where I wish they bloom
as your luminous laughter in immortal hues.
My butterfly heart wants to flutter
chasing you across cashmere cascades,
as this aching to melt into each other
courses free as mercury in me.
I want you to tease me with bittersweet nothings,
while your silken voice allures me to peace.
Will you keep this flicker of love alive
inside of my heart till the day we die,
yet this passion pouring sweetness
remains like day one until we rise again to meet.
I want to paint our soulful saga
with heavenly grace upon gleaming gates of eternity.
You, me, and ensemble of our eternal love.
I want to miss heart beats with you -
always and forever,
you are the reason of my life and existence.
~Ayesh
A poem inspired by the Statue of Ali and Nino (Statue of Love) : A sculpture by Tamara Kvesitadze located in Batumi, Georgia.
Such a glorious grace of diva
Limitless is her divine aura
Poets compete to verse on her
For she is a presiding Lord of flora
A beauty with brains in tons
Besides being Lord Goddess Arora
Blue gets fixed precisely such
As her drape is like anaphora
Who is she-the enchanting one!
Of course it’s hypophora
Is she a seductress or temptress!
I am sure not less than Tamara
Winsome mien and gorgeous grin
Looks just stunning in coat angora
Wherever she is my lady luck
May she’s all laurels like Laura
A super woman so beautiful
And enamouring in this era..!!
The mind. A chamber where thoughts are held,
And dreams are made and destroyed.
Where secrets hidden from open view,
And emotions of suffering hide in an endless void.
Grief and love flourish,
Black, white, and gray in every shade,
Music and color, logic and wonder,
And the unavoidable pain.
A place where fantasy can truly exist.
All one must do is think.
The place where true colors can be seen,
And existence can be gone in a blink.
A place where I love to stay,
A place where I can be me.
I think up some rhymes, I start to write,
And thoughts turn to reality.
The mind can also be tainted...
It can be filled with dread and hate…
And...sadly...for some of us…
It’s already far too late…
4/16/18
For the "MID APRIL 2018 PREMIERE CONTEST,ANY FORM OR NONE,ANY THEME,UP TO A MAX OF 20 LINES" Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand
Thanks to Tamara Beryl Latham for inspiring this poem with her comment on my poem "Sand"
The signs are all around me—
skies are suddenly gray-white,
and I smell snow is coming,
maybe on this very night…
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What is this ambiance of awe
when viewing those first flakes
swirling softly t’ward the earth—
a white blanket soon to make?
It’s not as tho’, these many years,
I’ve not witnessed this same scene—
snow piling high on field and trees,
and grass no longer green.
There is no explanation
for the pleasure I now feel
as I listen to this old house creak,
and think it no big deal.
The warmth and coziness inside
is multiplied ten-fold,
and I treasure it above those things
bought with purest gold.
Each flake serves such purpose
as it tumbles to the ground
covering seeds and crops to yield
while making nary a sound.
Protection from the temperatures
dipping way down low—
snow insulating ground from frost
spread liberally e’re it goes.
And I, like many others,
who endure long months of snow,
get weary of it later on
when it curtails where I go.
But oh, thru’ frosted window pane
reflecting fireplace glow,
it fills my heart with wonder,
as I welcome the first snow.
Tamara Hillman
©2011
Gray soldier-stones now guard
my child through seasons lost.
There is no sunshine,
only rain.
Gray skies weep—
My soul weeps.
Life is no more…
Understanding shall not come
Separation forever—I cannot conceive.
Eternity, Eternity!
I wait for death’s reunion.
Dark days dwell in my heart …
A soldier has fallen.
Tamara Hillman
©2002
I didn't see Tamara today
But I may see Tamara tomorrow.
I didn't see Tamara today
But I may see Tamara tomorrow.
Life is complicated
We love it, we hate it
And hate each other
And every other person we meet
Cause we think
We have to please them
And we dont want to
But we dont got to
So we dont
But thats what theres too much of
Theres not enough love
Between us
You've seen us
We fight
In spite of one another
One hating the other
Breaking them down
Then turning around
And putting on another face
Going to another place
And doing the same thing
Playing the same song
When all along
You want more
You fall to the floor in exhaustion
Your lost in your habits
How can you change now?
With the life you live now?
You can, Ive seen it done
Don't run, face your trials
And in awhile
You'll forget the strife
And love your life.
Tamara Brown
11-21-10
Looking in the mirror
I peer into my soul
Who am I now?
How did I get here?
I fear I'm lost
Tossed into this world like nothing
Something worthless
Like I'm worth less than bread
And I dread tomorrow
Sorrow overpowers my will
To go on
Is hope gone?
How can I carry on
Like this?
I miss sanity
Vanity created this life
Now strife is abundant
In my world
Hurled me into darkness
An abyss of absentness
Meaningless happiness
Confessing its inablilities
As we have known
And it has shown
But must we keep prooving it?
We're losing time
With redundant proofs
Of this truth
Time is better spent productively
If ppl could see that
They would be that much happier.
Jan 1, 2011
Tamara Brown
I feel
the pain
of absent truths
the proof
is in my actions.
The lack of feelings
I'm dealing with
make me realize
theres only a fraction
of happiness.
but I want it all
cuz I recall
the better days,
but that was a ways
away.
My thirst is profuse
which the use of water
cannot dilute.
I'm voracious
but my hunger
is tenacious
and tough.
Bread alone
is not enough.
You knew,
I knew,
we all knew
the truth.
The proof
of unlasting happiness
is evident
and I've spent
just about
enough time
trying
to proove otherwise.
My cries
overpower
my hour
of worldly happiness.
I guess I feel
fed up.
times up
im done.
-Tamara Brown
Jan 1, 2011
dont understand
and cant stand
cruel hearts
and for the most part
dont care too
im not like you
dont miscontrue
the way i feel
to be real mean
cuz i mean, look
u stay a closed book
take a look at yourself
its unhealthy to bottle up inside
and hide from everyone
you gotta outrun your fears
years coulda been saved
tears coulda been saved
depraved minded all this time
not thinking it a crime
to hurt those around you
but its true that indeed
that the innocent bleed
at your feet
defeated and breathless
hopeless and lost
at the cost of what?
your pleasure?
there is no measure
of how digusted i am
and i am disgusted
at the very least
at how you feast
on others' pain
and embarrassment
whether thats how you vent or not
you think your a big shot
taking cheap shots
bullying your way thru life
well you feel good?
you feel empowered??
Well all i see
is a hopeless weak coward.
Tamara Brown
Feb 3, 2011
I dont understand
and cant stand
cruel hearts
and for the most part
dont care to
im not like you
dont miscontrue
the way i feel
to be real mean
cuz i mean, look
u stay a closed book
take a look at yourself
its unhealthy to bottle up inside
and hide from everyone
you gotta outrun your fears
years coulda been saved
tears coulda been saved
depraved minded all this time
not thinking it a crime
to hurt those around you
but its true that indeed
that the innocent bleed
at your feet
defeated and breathless
hopeless and lost
at the cost of what?
your pleasure?
there is no measure
of how digusted i am
and i am disgusted
at the very least
at how you feast
on others' pain
and embarrassment
whether thats how you vent or not
you think your a big shot
taking cheap shots
bullying your way thru life
well you feel good?
you feel empowered??
Well all i see
is a hopeless weak coward.
Tamara Brown
Feb 3, 2011
The clouds are moving away
The race is almost over
I willingly kicked the pride away
There's no more time to hover
When the elements are on your side
We've swam across the tide
Relax, and breathe deep for the time is now
Look back and look again at the Sahara
\Which once stood very dry
When there was no one called Tamara
Your eyes surely will not lie
The Sahara is now evergreen
The love is old but pristine
Relax, and breathe deep for the time is now
I've done my part
Drawn the curtains to expose the light
I've kept evil ones apart
Kept the beautiful things in sight
It's time to make your love tangible
And stop repressing
So we can both stop distressing
It's time you exposed all the love
God gifted us from above
Relax, and breathe deep for the time is now
To tell me love me too!