The greatest disappointment from broken promises in life I have endured
were the promises I often made to me
Smoking just one example for several years I vowed to refrain
regular three month stints of abstinence once eighteen months
FINALLY! At age of twenty six from this nicotine addiction I had broken free
From thereon, gained strength and now have have conviction
any vow to myself I could confidently keep
I had gained self love and self respect
searched within my soul whilst delving deep
I cannot a recall a broken promise
from any family or friend
Business deals yes. Most promises broken political pre-election
once elected that's where these empty promises all end
For this reason I have abstained from voting
which is compulsory in this country where I dwell
Never had much faith in government oppressors
or the propaganda messages they sell
Have I always kept a promise to all I've come to know?
Probably not. Too many years of living I am unable to recall
I now have conviction arising from self love
to assist others in need, follow through give my very all
The days of innocence have traveled away;
Those of cowboys and injuns we did slay,
And baseball, football, and swimming for play;
Lying ‘neath the pecan trees half the day,
And going to church to learn how to pray,
In the deep red North Alabama clay.
I remember the sunlight in our hair.
We grew strong and right and became a pair.
We laughed and loved in a world without care.
Cotton, beans, and corn and living things there
Our happiness, love, and life they did share,
In the deep red North Alabama Clay.
When my days on this earth are fully drawn,
And I no longer have my youthful brawn,
When I am finished and this life has gone,
And no more sunsets will I look upon,
Lay me in my grave with headstone thereon,
In the deep red North Alabama Clay.
The carolers have left the lawn,
the final party guest is gone,
the heavy parlor drapes are drawn,
the hearth's alight with wood you've sawn
I've changed to flannel from chiffon,
your tie is off, your slippers on,
there's wine left in the demijohn,
and toast points spread with fine cretons
We fall back on the silk divan
and maul the tray of snacks thereon,
you raise your glass to hide a yawn,
the last act in the denouement
The air now chill, the fire wan,
we should have long ago withdrawn
but sleep delays us there 'til dawn,
deep in the chaise we lay upon
As she drinks nectar from a flower, sweetness from heaven falls like dew
anointed with a gentle rain amidst sun showers she appears as if on cue
Lifting her wings she lands on a Zinnia beneath a tinted sky of April blue
flight of fancy fanning fast, fabulous marvel, she is beauty true on true
Pheromones fill the air as the males call the females to their abode
their abdomens linked tail-to-tail, and on the damsels' eggs the male seed are sowed
From thereon, dull caterpillars slowly transformed into exquisite beauties
then, to a new hope, many newborns flew, making gardens filled with cuties
She then whispered that before brightness, there was a very dark darkness~
so don’t give up on your life just because your present swims in starkness
"Learn from my life cycle," she further said, "beauties that once were can still be
so your belief in sunshine after this raging storm is paramount and key"
From then on, she became me, and I became her, and hope of a better tomorrow fills me
far from me, fear then fled—I face my problems with glee, from hopelessness my life is free
“Does the universe really rehearse,
emotes of heart before penning love’s verse?”
~ quote by poet
It had all makings of a masterpiece,
nuanced right down to the smallest detail
but the flow of symbols brought forth no peace,
to afterglow trailing the comet’s tail,
so fake adornments needed to decrease,
else maze of metaphors would make taste stale.
Soft sounds of silence, sparking like stardust,
bypassed mind and spoke directly to heart,
etching thereon light strobes, love ousting lust,
seeing thereby patterns of old depart,
wooing the void, in time gaining its trust,
that divine consciousness, then inks its art.
How may laboured breathing weave words of love,
when all save man know, grace flows from above?
Long Live The King who shines Sublime
Gleaming in Sheens Of Excellent Light,
Oscillating Crowns Of Fire and Gems
Forever Be, Blitzing Mountains till the end
Shine Thereon above the Heathens Of Night
Robed in Garments, Illumined like Galactic Knights
Take Flight, Always Rising Kingly Like
In Kingly Strides towards Kingly Heights,
Press Forth, Ever-Beyond the Mists Of Time
Ever-Triumphant Free and Wild
Let the Winds Chant, Whisper, and Sing
As The Seasons Pass... Long Live The King
A man to Jericho making his way
was attacked by robbers as if him to slay;
then stealing his gold
and leaving him cold –
half-dead by the road, a scene of dismay.
A Priest was passing. Would he intervene?
Likewise a Levite surveying the scene.
While heaving a sigh
both then passed on by –
to bind up his wounds would make them unclean.
A Samaritan who was struggling along,
showed pity for the man who'd suffered such wrong.
So doing his best
the wounds he did dress,
then took him to an inn, his beast thereon.
“Now which of these proved to be a neighbour
to the one who suffered such a disfavour?”
“He who showed mercy
but none of the clergy.”
“So where there's such need, could you be a saviour?”
Luke 10.25-37
They'd be war a'coming
nay a battle
for wars a meant to last ...!
They say wars do end ...
and then they turn into battles
then battles become personal
then personal becomes private
and then private goes behind closed doors ...
Ahh, ... then when those doors open
they hold up a paper
and on that paper
it has their signed names
still wet with inked stains
and on that so-called paper
with the contents thereon
just a fraction of it
just the gist of it
just be but a tiny ...
'piece' ...
the word ...
'
P
E
A
C
E'.
Oh, 'GAWD-awful' of me
don't forget that period at ...
T E
H N
E D ...
Then the funniest thing had happened
in the 'little' or 'long'
thereafter,
depending on how you value your time ...
T I D
H N R
E K IED ...
As I said
They'd be war a'coming
... but then again,
It could be just a ...
R
U
M
O
R.
Whatever happened to the twelve o ‘clock rambler,
nocturnal venturesome brushstroke sort,
they face whirlwind snowfall, freezing ice,
while others brazenly squirm,
not for stoic diarist this threadbare exit,
exodus of the half-hearted humbug,
but ironclad ilk stubbornly remain,
eyes and ears are substitute antennas,
of this genus, genie, genius, glow worm ghost,
peaceful prowlers with pen on queue,
velvet moon worlds sidereal captured,
crescendo of cathartic bonhomie,
icy night frost punctured by high drive fog horns,
deft nib from dark ink manteau nomad,
who engross themselves in light and shade reflection,
as we balk at the eerie life we revel in,
drama under bridges, shadow figure chinwag,
river stream babble, blind alley gust,
eavesdrop on historic past teaser,
litter swept aural gossip whoosh,
eventide mournful dog bark heart tug,
darting elfin’s sly mind peep thereon,
yet the vagabond minstrel has to comb,
each backstreet, zebra crossing, sprawling suburb,
for inert sleepy after hour dozers,
who crave eye candy fodder as humdrum sidestep
A grave wherein my body lie,
Pounds of flesh overwhelmed with flies.
In buzzes they siren their movement hence,
Though I lay still in cadaverous silence.
Flesh dehydrates, cast naked in sunlight,
On I shrivel with skin pulled tight
Where hair once soft now turn to straw,
And eyes once wet now turned bloody raw.
Electrons once fired lie dormant in slumber,
As above storms a ravenous thunder,
Whence heaven grants its long-awaited rapture,
Where hell awaits some to capture
Those fated to a demise in dust,
Thereon no longer in faith they’ll trust.
Mount Jackson Mountain Mouse
Forever in your youth
As you scurry about, crevice to crumb
When will you know the truth
For the mountaintop where you reside
Is harsh as harsh can be
And those who dwell thereon must face
Its stark reality
Yet here you are alive, about!
Your daily tasks at hand
Unaffected by the grind
Of daily living at this clime
– It seems you’ve made your stand!
And made it suit you well, I'd say!
While we, we hikers – Summiteers!
Arriving with our daily bread
Fall into your grand design
– You do appear well fed!
Oh, Mount Jackson Mountain Mouse!
Though scruffy and showing wear
Of a life long-lived in the mountain air
However will you fare –
As well as you have fared, so far
And more, lasting on and on
Fondly in my memory
Long after you are gone
He takes control of her menacing lust
Skin and flesh his lips explore
This savage impulse fueling the desire
The moment comes when she loses control
She submits to her man, as she quivers thereon
The sensation overwhelms her as he explores
Her ripe lilac blossom and petals of soft flesh
Every inch of silken skin traced and savoured
He is a honey bee collecting her luscious nectar
She moans uncontrollably but he is a honey bee
And she is his only flower.
The face imprinted on my heart is gone.
It faded slowly so I did not know
My heart is blank amd nothing lies thereon
The face imprinted on my Heart is gone
I do not feel the love of anyone.
This common loss affects us like a blow.
A metaphor,a simile,a pun.
My mind is blank its images have gone.
My heart is mine alone the love of none
Like a candle flame my love burnt low.
My mind is faded. Now I know no sun
Underneath the rivers silver
Unguarded, from out that pit
For heart's place, capacious
Burn on up, Desiring's brood.
Winged vipers, rapacious.
There's luxury's diamond-backed
Skinned regeneration.
And lust, more horrid looking.
With reddish streaks thereon.
Comes the serpent in splendid garments
Silky satins with purest white tatted laces
Most deceptive of all Satan’s devilish varmints
How we welcome his warm tender embraces,
Sometimes taking us on a most enjoyable trip
And we go along for those pleasures we crave
But remember he doesn’t shoot from the hip
And before we know it, he will a name engrave,
Claiming for his nefarious purposes intentional
Yes, all seems well on the surface as we thrive
Sometimes quite wonderfully, even sensational
But then a time comes when we take a nosedive,
Hopefully we’ll awaken to the cause of our grief
Seeking out the values we had long cast aside
And come to that faith in God, a spiritual relief,
In peaceful grace and security from thereon abide.
Written April 23, 2022
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