What’s happening is clearly understood.
Apollo has one hand around her waist,
one predator, one quarry, interlaced.
He’s coming up behind her (which is good),
but she’s a tree (two lovers, getting wood!)
She’d rather change her state than be disgraced,
preferring to be chaste than to be chased.
She’s choosing abstinence, above life's blood.
Is love a trauma, to be undergone?
Arousal something ugly, to be faced?
Should Nature’s process be looked down upon?
The carnal act, a tactless lapse of taste?
Or might the thing be ardently embraced?
We, formless fragments, merging in The One?
Just because I don’t speak your language
Don't mean I can’t feel your pain
And maybe I can’t understand your signals
But I understand the tears rolling off your cheeks
I understand the pressure of trying to be someone you’re not
I understand the pain of murder to ones you love
Because I, too, have undergone that torture
I, too, have dealt with the afterthoughts
Like you, my words are fueled by anger
But unlike you, I know who to direct my anger to
Just because they didn’t speak your language
Didn't mean they couldn’t feel any pain
And obviously they couldn’t understand your signal
When you sent that call for the end
When you ended their innocent lives
I saw the blood stained on the carpet
I saw the scratches etched into the wall
I saw the bullets in my mother’s body
I saw the hole in my father's head
Like you, my words are fueled by anger
But unlike you, I know who to direct my anger to
It looked like a bleached tongue
pulled from a mouth,
petrified and incapable
now of letting a word slide over
its calcified silence.
I picked it out of the wet sand
and held it in my hand.
It had little weight, smooth
on one side and pitted
on the other. A cuttlefish bone.
It was a marvel of engineering.
My fingers followed its shape,
took in its texture, the pleasurable
feel of its form. I lifted it to my nose
and smelt its salty, faintly fishy
odor, sea washed to a clean
unsullied smell. It had undergone
a change into something
beyond life, into an artifact of time.
I kept it cradled in my hands,
held it like a sacred relic.
I have seen them too
shrink wrapped in plastic bags
on the end of supermarket shelves,
a calcium supplement for birds
to be hung on a hook
inside of a cage.
They were selling for $2.50
or thereabouts.
good morning all
below is anther entry in honor of love and valentine's day
on a side not however
I have an aunt who my family and I are very close with
just before christmas she fell down a flight of stairs
she remains in the hospital
she has undergone a couple of surgeries
her therapy and recovery may take up a year
my point in all this is
my message to you all today is be aware of your footing and balance
plan your move before taking a step
may this day find you all safe and sound
and yes
happy valentine's day to all special couples everywhere
thank you...
"inside fantasies"
roses
candies
kisses
embraces
love
desires
emotions
dances
alongside many roses and embraces
together with desires and emotions
kisses of love dance inside fantasies
SkyWatcher
01-19-24
The face of America not long ago
an immigrant hard at work
has undergone a dramatic change
immigrants have gone berserk
From sea to shining sea
from California to New York
they make fists and scream at rallies
voicing opinions incredibly warped
Anti-American as they can be
protected by our own laws
it seems to me ~
out to destroy our great country
My love for you just grows in me
Not obvious, it has to be
Nurtured, coddled, fed in there
Although with you I get to share
The fertile field that it's become
Through odes and music, just a sum
So small, a taste of what's to come
Should the waiting time be done
I've never loved someone like this
So thoroughly without a kiss
That's how I know this love is real
It isn't based on how I feel
Or what I've undergone with you
That's how I know this love is true
Ever present, every day
That's how I know this love will stay
Waiting to get your response was hurting
Undergone the worst kind of suffering alone
Believe it, made me so very weak
Tell me, why love is so painful.
Birth of the Night
Thou eyes look low, though
I dare thou to gaze on high,
As have I, even now my pupils dilate, they grow,
Despite my tendencies to lie
So, please, forgive me when I pry,
as there is, in fact, no sky.
I swear it, Tis not a jape,
Tis truer than if mine eyes had undergone visual rape.
I have not mistook, nor mistaken,
and please now, do not be shaken,
as though from a slumber thou art now awoken.
So I urge you to look, at what was taken, at what they took
As when your gaze lifts high, even I can not deny
what I struggled to see with thine eye,
together gazing into the abyss that reached distant and afar, oft leaving us bewildered with jaws ajar.
'suppose thou art fated to die,
my good friend, you and I?
For the great shadow has doth descended
thereby devouring the sky.
Leery, scintilla, wrap me in this enormousness.
We've already undergone a mutual metamorphosis.
A Holocene, a drum, and an endlessly greening.
Ding, magnetic fields, the universe's blessing.
Smoke streams out of my smoldering core.
Dragonflies erupt from a hole in my sore.
Your eyes hue made me opine of the Atlantic.
Lepidolite composes my silvery muse in traffic.
Strands that were torn and a burning ember.
Hue metamorphosis is called color distemper.
Captivating exuberance pervades my body.
Your glow reminds me of the moon's embody.
Mutually magnify ourselves in each other.
We do, in fact, trust and respect one another.
Seen a sturdy string since a baseline level.
We have mapped a task for the post-rebel.
Written: December 19, 2022
Metamorphosis
I woke up this morning
With a feeling of dread;
I felt I was a-borning,
Where I'd be better if dead!
I woke up to religion,
My brother was some other,
I belonged to a region,
All issues were my bother.
What was once a call to prayer
Was so much noise to me,
I wanted to strip the layer,
Hidden idols there to see.
Where dress scarcely mattered,
(Pugh, burkha, saffron scarf)
My fragile beliefs lay tattered,
Common sense would dwarf.
My angst would not be bottled,
Imagined slights would rile me,
Your freedom makes me feel throttled,
I won't let things be as they be.
I'd take up a gun tomorrow,
Set right things as I deem fit.
Notions of nations make me sorrow,
As causes just waver and flit.
I am so lost and adrift,
Have donned the mantle of Samsa,
A vermin in thought is my shift,
An abhorrent creature of Kafka!
~kcm
(Gregor Samsa wakes up one morning changed into a vermin, a cockroach, in Franz Kafka's Metamorphosis. Just wondered if our minds have undergone this type of change)
Power of our Lord is very strong
Healing those that need
Love is his seed
Ready to bud
Even within the mud
The trek Jesus Christ took
While others looked
Get behind us Satan we see
All demons did flee
Glorious day
Lord and I have prayed
Santification
Our declaration
God vision within
Crushed all sins
Miracles he performs
Has helped us transform
Disarms
Kept within his loving arms
Destroys all plots and schemes
He even blessed our dreams
That is
We are his
God lock and key
Only Jesus Christ may enter thee
As I had mentioned earlier, dear friend,
I had undergone counseling abundant;
Preparing me mentally, psychologically,
My mentor had to treat me physically;
Functioning of my internal organs checked,
Malfunctions, with medications, wrecked;
Detoxifications of chemical contents done,
All that was weakening me were undone;
He filled me, then, with bouquets of advice,
Which I treasured as life’s greatest prize;
The taxi I had hired to take me home back,
Had advertisements of my favorite J.W black;
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I’ve given up drink of alcoholic nature now,
I do not eat anything junk in character as vow;
My temptations are, indeed, very strong,
Especially my brand, whose name in me gong;
I just say to myself: I will not drink today,
Every today goes on passing on every day.
08 July 2021
LET ER RIP #3 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: John lawless
I ponder your marvel, Jesus, "holy"!
Revealed to that blind man who loudly cried,
Begging your mercy on him, who's lowly...
You asked him the obstacles on his stride.
And in answer, O, preserver of "life"!
He begged your glance on him as his true guide.
For long he'd undergone many a strife.
His blindness had made an enduring scar.
Hurdles he had faced abundantly rife.
He implored to perceive truths as they are.
And your loving "grace" to discern always,
Granting him your wisdom excellence par…
Perception presumes positive soul rays.
The light of "faith" should permeate the heart.
By God's words, our actions should get ablaze.
The blind man wanted to become a part,
Of the endless creative deeds of God,
Full of "hope"; in holiness set apart…
You looked at him with "love" and a smile broad
He received your enhancing mercy look!
"Joy" filled him and your kindness he did laud.
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We, indeed, need always the Jesus look
Jesus look is - look with no hook or crook.
11 June 2021
Jesus Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Regina McIntosh
The day I had to force a smile,
For a moment I was imbecile,
I had to pretend just for a while,
Unable to walk; I was immobile.
Lying on that bed I was in great pain,
But for a moment I confused my brain,
After all I had undergone I had to refrain,
Like a poet I thought of writing a cinquain.
Today I can testify there is God in Heaven,
I feel His presence when having a sweven,
He is a wonder working God; I have Shriven,
He truly lives and through me He has proven.
It’s one of life’s wonderful lessons…if you’re lucky enough to learn…how some of the most inspiring acts of kindness are done in secret…and ask for nothing in return.
It was a tiny heart painted on a tiny stone that barely caught my eye…left somewhat hidden on a park bench to be found by any passerby.
That passerby was me…out walking on my own…when I came across this tiny heart…painted on this tiny stone.
This tiny heart was multicolored…and it filled most of the tiny stone.
The artist did not sign it…preferring to remain unknown.
I imagine it was meant to bring a smile…in a small way to astound…after it was painted by the artist…hidden…and once it had been found.
I picked up that tiny stone, brought it close to my eyelid…and when I saw that tiny heart…that’s exactly what it did!
I enjoyed it for a few days then I hid it where it might catch the eye…on another day…in another place…of another passerby.
For that’s the wonder of an experience like the one I’d undergone…
Once you find a tiny bit of happiness…you want to pass it on.
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