Far as the eyes can see
Nearer than what is far-aeay
The love that has cum+for you
Iß the love for us
What to say
To make you come again
To make you
Come back to anyware you are
Cause looniness is such a
Sad affair
Come back to me again, and ah again
I wanna be
Anywhere you are
See I don't love you
And I don't need you
I want you
I am just
To proud to begin
To far down is the way you go
When you don't care anymore
Find someone who cares
The one
Who say there be there
Ain't no world for me
Without you
Without you
What's ah man
To do
Tell me baby
Tell me baby
Learning to love you
Is learning you
What about me
What's is it gonna be
Tell me you care
Learning to need you
Cause I love you and need you
Tell me you care
Say you'll always
Be there
Yeah. Yeah, yeah!
Tell me you really love
Me baby
Tell me you
You really want me baby
Baby. Baby
Ooh baby
I love you
I really do
Far as the eyes can see
Nearer than what is far-aeay
The love that has cum+for you
Iß the love for us
What to say
To make you come again
To make you
Come back to anyware you are
Cause looniness is such a
Sad affair
Come back to me again, and ah again
I wanna be
Anywhere you are
See I don't love you
And I don't need you
I want you
I am just
To proud to begin
To far down is the way you go
When you don't care anymore
Find someone who cares
The one
Who say there be there
Ain't no world for me
Without you
Without you
What's ah man
To do
Tell me baby
Tell me baby
Learning to love you
Is learning you
What about me
What's is it gonna be
Tell me you care
Learning to need you
Cause I love you and need you
Tell me you care
Say you'll always
Be there
Yeah. Yeah, yeah!
Tell me you really love
Me baby
Tell me you
You really want me baby
Baby. Baby
Ooh baby
I love you
I really do
I have a quiet space
in the centre of myself
behind a high wall
where I go to listen.
I keep all my unwritten
poems there, some sleep
in a wordless dream
waiting to be awoken,
others are cloaked
in a vague notion
or an unshaped need
looking for way
to find form, a prayer
yet to be spoken
and be given a name.
Mostly though I hear
only the sound of myself,
my own machinery,
the taken breath,
my heartbeat, masking
what waits
to be made known.
I don't understand this trend
I don't like where we're going
In.
Somebody who don't like me and
Never did
Wanna see me baffled when she
has her first kid
To be the there common ground
To be in luxury when I am unwhined
Don't wanna be the bruint of your
Jokes
At least with her I have hope
Babe ain't no dispute when I am with you
Adagio Bassia see-ah
There ain't no dispute
Tell that puke-fool of yours to leave me alone
Like the Dells said when all the Goodies Gone
Is it shame on me
Want you in my corner
That's how a true love should be
Nah but you got them phrases
Like I am a ho
It like this
I that and simple
Get it right to app the oah
Let your ex be your coach
Let say it's so like it's ah movie
Got your grooving stufguess you tryna groove me
To marry me takes
Ah thyme o fair
Couple shall we
Groove me if you dare
I want your baby
Cum inside me
Don't that sound real crazy
Spent my thyme wiff you
Tell me what's next
Tell me what we going do
IN ECHOED MEAN SORROWS TO HER
(A Tanka Duet)
Peace rang the doorbell:
“Sorry, you’re at the wrong door.”
“We only do wars:-”
At the next door, she heard:
“Sorry, we’ve no vacancies.”
Moving on, peace heard,
“Your sorry butt got some nerves!”
“Get the hell away!”
In sorrow, Peace keeps belling;
Hoping one day, its God’s door:-
To the higher ones
Receive my praise
Receive my adoration
Receive my thanks
Receive my gratitude
Receive my dedication
Receive my tributes
Receive my royalty
Receive my love
Receive my sacrifice
Receive my attribute
Receive my poems
Receive all my respect
Receive my appreciations
Receive my songs
Receive my prayers
Receive my sorrows and makes it a power
Receive my grievances and turn them to happiness
Receive my quest and protect me from a dying world
Receive all honour and protect me from my enemies
This call is only
To the higher ones.
Madeline lay in deep grass, reckoning
chances, glowing-gloaming with each tacit
confirmation of posies' beckoning
her advancement on love to run riot
or abridging chapters to deny it.
As pricked as a hunter's dog fed a scent,
tracking romances through wine sediment,
baited by horoscopes, jailed by black cats.
leaning ladders, she scampers in torment.
petrified of falling skies--dons steel hats
i took them in
amongst a pile of other glittering monstrosities
the low-pitched liquid consonants
behind the counter thanked me
and i ran for the doors
really went for it
a year went by and they were there
next to Auden and Pam Ayres
Berryman & Betjeman just down the road
what madness i thought on the way home
and two months later i was in bed, in the dark
listening to the large repertory of Carmen
its immortality is assured by the deft harmonies
and perfectly judged orchestration
like my collections in the charity shop
covered in dust
and high levels of vehicular dredge microwaves
waiting for the apocalypse
We never went after applause.
Never tried to carve our names into stone.
What sticks are the little things:
holding someone’s hand
when they’re falling apart,
holding to what is real,
even when it burns
trying to do right,
even if nobody’s watching.
Death will come,
slow,
patient,
sure.
We’ll meet it without fear,
without regret.
When God calls,
we’ll stand up straight,
unafraid.
Because the world
won’t remember our names—
but it will remember the hands we held,
the courage we slipped through
and the quiet pieces of kindness
we scattered along the way.
In the wind the Holy Spirit
Has turned and twirled
He has orchestrated conception
To all the Mary's around the world
One Mary she stands alone
The mother of our Savior
Blessed among women
Still in need of saving
Another Mary stands alone
The first to the risen Christ
As we all need to witness to
The Resurrection and The Life
But we are all broken vessels
Our fractures need repair
His Way, His Truth, His Life (and kintsugi)
Will help us, to get us there
So not every Mary will birth a Messiah
Or will see Him with their eyes
But every Mary who is able
will be blessed to be with child
A lonely wind tells me its secrets
Treats me to its scented memories
Apologizes for its inconsistencies
While hiding in a slow rising fog
She claims she is but a pawn
Held hostage by the sun and sea
Warm vapors stir the forming clouds
Icy waters chill the air below
The battle sweeps her into its path
Spins her in a tornadic dance
An unseen sun calls the devils tune
A drumroll as warming waters roil
And yet her sister lifts a falling leaf
Sets it gently on a chilling lawn
Riffles the marching rows of corn
Colors the cheeks of school bound children
Thus, she bids a hurried farewell
For stillness is the harbinger of fate
On leaving blows an icy kiss
As friends arrive in hoar frost coats
We are free to walk
In this path
Early this morning
Yes we are feeling very excited
And we want to discover
What vegetables are there
In the garden
That made for us
I hope there is enough food
To feed all of us
Because now we are hungry
Now we arrived at the garden
We got some cheery tomatoes
In a basket
Now there was Salad
We picked some salad
Also there was begs of cucumbers
We took some
Yes we are also very lucky
To be able to end the walk through this path
Yes it takes a long time
To get to the end of the path
Yes we know that God is generous
When he give us food
Like the earth that shakes from pressure,
Faults it cannot contain,
I feel the tremble from forces unseen,
Feelings of love not returned.
From the depths of my heart and the thirst of my blood
To the stars in the skies above,
I feel the tremor in your hurting soul.
It’s you who I dearly love.
You ask for questions not answers
And plead a single thought.
You say you cannot distinguish
The moments we long ago lost.
As I know I love you dearly
But cannot change my ways.
I wish you could stay forever with me
And never feel your pain.
I fear you won’t remember me
Fifty years from now,
But I’ll be thinking of you,
As the trees grow old and die.
Please recall my features,
Remember my voice and mind,
For certain we will meet again
In another place and time.
Cowboy Bob loved taking the kids to the campfire
He told them stories about roping cattle, cleaning manure out of barns,
riding broncos, driving tractors, eating from a chuckwagon
They were fascinated by his stories
There was a lot of laughter
We grown-ups had our own circle and our own bonfire
Grateful that Cowboy Bob loved entertaining our children
It made our campout experience so much nicer
Many women feel they have lost themselves, either during pregnancy, postpartum, or maybe in the process of raising their children. We used to go have fun and do whatever we pleased, not worried about consequences. We used to wear clothes that showed off our bodies without hesitation or not leave the house without a full face of makeup. We used to be down to have fun anytime day or night no matter the hour. Now we take care of a house and family, worrying about getting everyone else squared away. Now we dress in whatever is fast, hiding the imperfections under baggy clothes just to feel comfortable. Makeup is never a thing unless it’s a special occasion or funeral. Now we have fun maybe twice a month if we are not too touched out by day's end. Never did I think I would have to schedule that quality time. You might not look the same. You might not feel the same. But keep pushing forward, I promise it will get better.
Love, your future self.
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