IRAN CONDITION
PURSUING THEIR AMBITION
AND TRUMP SUBMISSION
I come to you not as a suitor
(Who could sue for heaven’s grace?)
nor as a lover, for lovers steal
from each other, and how can
the ocean be stolen by the stream?
You hold my hope for forgiveness
In your open hand, with a gift more sacred
Than a child’s kiss. Innocence flows
From everywhere you stand
And love from every place
You visit.
Too pure for unkind thoughts,
You insist on absolute rightness
In all things and since all things
Are in your open hand
You deserve
Pure love.
You are the gift the universe
Bestowed on me
To compensate for
My lost loves and
Lost innocence
Now found
In your
Name.
So I, for whom passion has reached an end,
sue to be, not your lover, but your friend,
once a witness to the light in your face,
now happily see that light in every place.
Christopher M. Swan 2008
beyond the clouds that bring in dusk
beyond the light cast by the stars
the moon will grace us with benevolence
and we in turn will speak in whispers
AP: Honorable Mention 2023
I miss you most when you're not here
So stay away, my lovely dear
TERMS OF ENDEARMENT
It’s not usual for her to extol
Don’t expect popularity poll
But it made my day
Thought I heard her say
“You’re really an A Class soul”
Though my years of folly took toll
Think my wife may have given parole
Have I made a strike?
For it sounded like
“You’re really an A Class soul”
As a partner I essay my role
Though I may fall short on the whole
With new spiritual status
Nought could separate us
Reborn as a Class A Soul
This is western society,
How much is distorted realism?
Talk in sinister sexism,
Casually call criticism,
Typecast fashion femmes,
What about men?
High heels or no,
They'll call you a ho!
You can't blame women,
For control mechanisms!
Emotional blackmail,
A world run by males,
We should empower the young,
For their lives in the sun,
When was misogyny begun?
Any real chance of equality,
in our western society?
I felt the words rise
and die before their birth,
before they made a sound,
before the mouth womb yield.
I saw within your eyes
the turning of the earth,
a contact to be found,
a beauty that appealed.
I dreamed the walls descend
to dust and nothing more,
my secrets open wide
for you to look upon.
I care, my sweetest friend,
my love I so adore,
I know it deep inside,
all doubt is dead and gone.
I pray for you to know
my loneliness is fled,
the space you occupy
fills all that I could be.
I need to tell you so,
no words I've ever said
could hope to clarify
how much you mean to me.
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