Tendered Poems

A seed grown in shadow

When the seed of fear is planted in minds,
It germinates in brains as a tormentor—
Sometimes sown by a whisper,
a shadow,
a lie repeated twice.

When illusion becomes reality,
And starts by making the heart
     skip a beat,
then more of its beats,
then all of its beat.

It creates monsters in our eyes in the dark,
Born from our own imaginations.
And it can make them fly,
  swirl,
    drawl,
     crawl,
       and do anything—
Make our hairs stand on end,
Our feet walk on eggshells,
   on a slippery slope.

It can crimp us into a shrimp.
When it creeps into our grip,
It brings a nice gift of heebie-jeebies—
That send us on a purposeless,
directionless meander,
Like a chicken with head just severed
     and left unrestrained.

Fear teaches our hands to fight,
And reaches our legs to take flight,
But it’s never patient to judge us right,
Even when fear is out of sight.

When the seed of fear is well tendered,
Fear can even make us no longer
  fear fear.
When its taproot has eaten deep
    into the hypothalamus,
Then the mind is already gnawed by monsters
That, time and again, we created
     out of nothing.

Passion Flowers

They bloomed together
within the same state of mind
though separated
by zones of time.
Sultry words sprouted
sprig-like inklings flourished
as they bound each other
to a burgeoning erotica,
yo florid images.
O such efflorescence!
O how the swelling vine
can cling and clutch
at far distant hearts,
sadder yet the perfidy
of too hungry a need,
for indeed
he also tendered
to many other female offshoots,
and she herself was a veritable
Venus Fly Trap.
In such a way,
they wove their sensual spells,
a hothouse sorcery
doomed
never to be close enough
to ever take root.

Con-spire brands, and despair'

It burns real sore..Much despair is tendered.' Like it or not? Like could your soul be up-ended?
Its under the fence.? Beyond those pales.' It whispers there are screams; and epic fails.'
An example of the ducking stool.? No matter your standing ( the labelling tools?) Are blunt
And  forcefully handled. Too...' ad-nauseum Rules.. dunk dunk dunk.' We observe the thunk,? And
Timbreless'ness  second guess..Or ten thousand more 'artificial input un-topical' man are
These doughnuts RAW.!! I guess chocolate is their vanilla? Who nightmared this up? In a
Tangle of interdiction.' At an insanity hub.? Ekow.' and how! my summation in the main, I think.? I guess.
They are out.' Yet never free.' There just seems to be no gain? Is this just like 'twister?' From those
Who have an allergy to deeper games' such as chess.? Or bridge? Or poker.? Or any thing that.. Tries your wits.' ENOUGH.! Of such boring format." With choice straightjacket? Or chocolate
Suit.?

Loved By You

I often wander from life's rules,
flounder thru issues days will spool.
At those times, you gentle my view.
I am blessed to be loved by you.

If I hide when morning arrives
renewed strength comes from your blue eyes.
Your presence stays my spirit's hue.
I am blessed to be loved by you.

I sometimes bruise when life turns tough,
void of humor and light mood fluff.
From your touch warm healings come through.
I am blessed to be loved by you.

Your heart tendered concern and care
gives our companionship sweet flare.
Just loving memories accrue.
I am blessed to be loved by you.

I pray to steer your life complete
as our love is a two way sweet.
Joy is life viewed as just we two.
I am blessed to be loved by you.

Yestouurdaned

Speak ye undesired person of
Unscrupulous need

She spoke....
As ye hast desired from a far
Might this togetherness
Make reason to adore me.
I speak in third person
Oh desirest of love
The nights of tendered
Mercies. Where we couple
And desires are.
Lover in night to look 
Upon me in candlelite
Dwellingsspeak me as
Yours in all that is
Telling.
To those I fake in a calm
Sense of need.
That one's ego swells with
One's desire of me
Might I love you in Eden
To be pregnant in Rome
In famine where hunger
 preaches to me
Have me as they own
Then in drought to
Which temperature swell
Might I love adorned
 and satisfied
As we refute hell
Together as one
They rod devine
Sweet tender thoughts
Of  you as mine
Even in doubt
May begin
To champion you
From love
My lover and friend
Echo tommorrow
They canyon deep
Our promises
Our sacred keep
Marriage as one
Us together
In times of doubt
It's us forever!

How Do I BBQ

Ninety five degrees
standing poolside
on the wooden patio
in the backyard
orange Androsia print apron
hugging my torso
propane grill
propelling fumes
hot as a steamroom
at a suana
Tendered rib eyed
and porterhouse steaks
seasoned in high salt
like abstract paintings
brushed in A1 sauce
and finally
a side of
friench fried potatoes
spruced in liquid tomatoes
from the essence of my garden
served to my darling party guests
with a golden heart of culinary perfection

Venire Ad Vitam

When you speak
to me
a certain way
I can see the words

Shaped and formed
with wings
of gold
 freeing what I’ve heard

When you speak
to me
a certain way
I can taste the wind

Calling forth
my hopes and dreams
— tendered from within

(Dreamsleep: March, 2024)

Zero Balance

Once spent …
there’s no tomorrow

Once spent …
all time is rife

Once spent …
your fortune tendered

Death’s currency
—is life

(Dreamsleep: December, 2023)

Hello Palestine

Hello Palestine, 
have you seen the headlines today:
400 US federal workers tendered their resignation over the war, seeking ceasefire.  And a Vietnam war veteran donated his pension to Palestine relief fund. Also at Brandeis the president was sacked for violating US Constitution, and was seen packing back to a Kibbutz near Gaza.  Send them back, I say, to disallow infecting American democracy such.  Palestine will never be free when those scoundrels have the upper hands. 
And this just came in, sky over Gaza is clearing, the mist is gone and plenty of sunshine for the foreseeable future, enough to bring the birds out again, singing to the tune of Glorious Palestine, from river to the sea, this holy land shall always be free from the smug of racists and supremacists, clinging to their dystopia of land without Palestinians. Their days are numbered and nightmare is over, hello freedom, hello justice's return after the snub of cold shoulder for a generation.
Gaza cafes are now open again, markets filled with fresh fruit, and children playing with new toys donated from good will citizens of Tel Aviv and East Jerusalem.  It is good to live free again.

No Anchor For Rancour

Gently flows fond thoughts that be
Above the stones of malice
From heart to hand tis given free
As peace within beauty’s earthly chalice
Impeccable in its wildness and jubilee

Searching skies of tendered blue
Each cloud untouched does softy gleam
Mountains, rocks and rills ring true
Nature’s gift so flawlessly streams
Offering reverent peace as an anchor that renews


August 2, 2023

No Anchor for Rancour Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Unseeking Seeker

Wild Seeds Dispersed

A Quote By: I am Anaya 
"Time wins unless, the winds find the seeds to disperse"

And so the flowers grew in the garden   
because someone placed them softly in the soil 
and so the trees grew big because 
the arborist knew what to do  
and so the dandelions began to thrive   
wild and free, 
because the winds of change did stir
with God's tendered hand of love*  
Time closed doors that no man could pry  
but the winds soon dispersed, 
and a new life appeared changing course, 
as for fate, 
well fate never could be, coerced.

Cyanide and Suicide

There's just too many fools
In the U.S.A. today
We have to find a cure
And this is what I say

Your hatred and your bile
Just really make me sick
So take a little poison
And that should do the trick

Cyanide and suicide
Both go hand in hand
A needed epidemic
To spread across the land

The things you all believe
Embracing it as fact
Do the rest of us a favor
And commit this final act

The sooner you get started
The better it will be
Now pop a couple pills
And set our country free

Don't worry about the pain
'Cause you won't feel a thing
Your sacrifice tendered
Can only help freedom ring

The Stories That Flow When Not Thinking

"The Stories that Flow when Not Thinking" 

Collaboration 
in the corner 
with poets 
and lovers

well hidden
in the noise
of words 
not said 

mouths are 
moving
not 
speaking 

minds 
watch on 
watching 
stories 

unravel 

at the party
lines are drawn
the watcher 
watches on

reads 
between choices, 

flowers 
plucked from walls 
freshly bending
inwards

where mouths
don’t speak at all 

minds 
plant another
language hypnotic
in bodies moving

Munch music 
magnetised 

the stories
that flow 
when open
and not thinking 

gardens tenderley
cajoled, tendered,
their Picasso Blues
heard

the gardener 
like a 
Chatterley 
lover, 

with no tongue
watches on


(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)

Normal For Me

His eyes untrusting brown
Brows furrowed in permanent frown 
Skin weathered
From the ground he tendered 
And the whiskey goes down.

His unruly dark hair 
Living a life he can’t bare
Heart hardened 
Like the soil he pounded
And the whiskey goes down.

His tanned arms 
Strength running the farms
Frustration heated
From the fire he beat
And the whiskey goes down.

Papa I cry 
And from that name he does shy
He does not look
His shoulders merely shook
As the bottle hides beneath the tree
He doesn’t seem to see 
This is normal for me 
And the whiskey goes down.

African Woman

Ebony skin, tendered beauty that's how she made her mark.



The beauty of her woolen hair, scented with the soft drizzle of jasmine blooms and baobab oil.

Lips so thick, tepid and deceiving.



Beauty is not known till you see her.
God must be in love the day he made her,
She's blessed with crown of beads,
She's blessed with a doek that's wrapped with pride and dignity,
Her narrow tempting eyes sliding from side-side,
,Her skin is dark and sleek as the sky.



African women that's what she is!!
The beauty of mama Africa,
Her strength found within her chest ,
Her curves births attention,
Her wafting movements are tested by all eyes
Her skin could bring the tattoos of african nature.



she's an African flower.
She's god's gift to Earth,
She's everyman's dream,..she,
She carries the future of Africans in her womb,
She's a woman with no fear,
She's a woman of no other form, she....,

               She is An Africa Strong Woman.

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