CONSTANT MEMORY
Her every thought was always kind
Autumn’s blanket when it gets cold
And a hem that had threads of gold
Patterns of love that one can find
Woven deep into every word
No other soul could not be stirred
Empathic vines around you wind
Somehow sensing what you may feel
Leaving imprints that are so real
One can’t resist those ties that bind
That kept her close in every heart
And in spirit, never apart
By sharing what was in her mind
Never left one to feel alone
And unsurprised that love has grown
Her every thought was always kind
Patterns of love that one can find
Empathic vines around you wind
One can’t resist those ties that bind
By sharing what was in her mind
Categories:
unsurprised, eulogy, feelings, memorial,
Form: Rhyme
They’re building a subway
(They call it the Q)
To run underneath
Second Avenue.
It’s nearing completion
(But way overdue).
They’re hoping by New Year’s
To have its debut.
Construction’s so noisy
(If you only knew!)
That the neighborhood feels
It’s been getting the screw.
But now they’re on deadline
(With much ballyhoo)
And the streets are so tight
You can hardly pass through.
If it ever gets finished
(Despite the huge crew)
We’ll be shocked ‘cause it seems
Like a classic snafu.
When the new year begins
(And there’s still no review)
All New Yorkers will sigh,
Unsurprised, as on cue.
Categories:
unsurprised, new york,
Form: Rhyme
My work is in the Kingdom, not for corrupt reward.
This for the Master Christ , the service of the Lord.
And not for money do I labor or that called vain glory.
Been there done that, it leads nowhere it's all the same sad story.
My work is in the Kingdom , as I walk beneath.
Though fit the way unsurprised and filled with much the grief.
The end of the road is Heaven and Jesus waiteth there
The work and walk be worth the trouble , He of me taketh care.
Categories:
unsurprised, age, angel, assonance, baptism,
Form: Rhyme
she became a new york city
street corner fixture
acted like its the only place to be
acted like its the place for the persecutor to begin
after all all men are guilty
none are forgiven
so she painted false hearted judges
to prop up her proposition
to subvert the natural truth
she lied when it came down to the last hours
but i was unsurprised i had seen her coming
the deception was the rationalization
means to the end
just because you can lie means you should
integrity means so much more when
there is no shame in the game
so once again i ask
just because you can lie means you should
isn't it about change
or was that just part of the lie
i walked away
on a north bronx street corner never to return
no regrets
she had sold herself at every chance
for two bits silver
for a lies chance to shine
but i will not be there to suffer the consequences
just because you can lie means you should
isn't it about change
or was that just part of the lie
Categories:
unsurprised, anger, angst, conflict, recovery
Form: Imagism
Drama invoked karma strangulating serenity. Singularity of unsurprised reason, such a wasted manufacturer to tinker and tether the nature of our society. In your world of opulent polished weaponry and wheel spinning rubber, you exchange the price of moral greed with perishing hunger souls. Controversy tears the false accusations of loyal ring holders. In a love incarnate by steel cut diamonds. Seductive smiles reeling your heart pouring emotions to beg.
Fraudulent capricious deities, you know not the meaning of love. Your fad invoked pleasure induced from this syndrome. Talentless loser of loss are the ill fainted manners of you and I. There is a meaning behind all of these words. Can minds decipher the subliminal coding. Or are such minds to incompetent to comprehend. Your eyes hold all the secrets. You handed me the key, to unlock your casing of personal beauty. Locks altered the façade of who once was.
In a dimmer light I can almost see her breath fog glass.
Unto the dark and into light,
Unto the dark and into light
We shall forebode our passions and dreams.
-Mitch
Categories:
unsurprised, metaphor, relationship, dark, dark,
Form: Blank verse
There is a girl
In a world
Far away from here
Where no fear
Can ever be conceled.
Her irritations are followed by
cathartic absolution
And even on the most stormy of
nights,
She glistens in the invisible,
Shinning light.
Her heart;
Can see no wrong
Her eyes;
Brighter then the sun upon dawn
She is what they all strive to be
Perfectly catalized.
In the depth of the sea,
They chide and chastize
Every move she makes,
However she will never break
And time after every melancholy
time
She astonishes even the
unsurprised.
Her charismatic way,
Brings even the doomed back to
life.
Against the odds,
she's shinning
Even in the dark
While shes crying
You cant miss her spark
Like superwoman
No one can hurt her now
She shines
Returning hope back to this desolite
town.
Categories:
unsurprised, hope
Form: ABC
At last I pulled away from her,
As she still sat gawkily on my bed.
She caught my arm as I tried to evade
The wanton hurt of the unsaid.
"I care little for your person," she muttered, indifferently,
"I care even less for the sea."
"I came back just to ensure how unhappy
I knew you’d always be."
My hands soon found her neck,
And squeezed the blue out from her eyes.
She didn’t bother to resist;
So calm she was, so unsurprised.
Then I took her upon my shoulder,
And rode her out into the bay.
To bury that temptress Siren,
Before she led me astray.
Her eyes flicked open as she sunk downward,
And she watched me, like sentient debris.
And mouthed, "I’ll be back again, you know—
When you think at last you’re free."
Categories:
unsurprised, death, introspection, care, care,
Form: Quatrain
“All war is a deception”
The day was chilly and dark
Low clouds hung over the sun
A low church stood a silent witness
To the raging sea and surf
Past its bent arch, darkness reigned
A candle lit slowly by the priest.
One by one the faces come to light.
Amused bronze. Smiling stone. Unsurprised.
For a time the length of that candle
gesture after gesture revives and dies.
Stance after lost stance is found
and lost again.
Who was that, you ask.
The saviour, the son, the priest replies.
A sceptic candle coughs.
I count the angels on the wall
And mother Mary’s soft tears
As all around the war rages
You come out in the dark sun
And find the children playing the game of death
24/09/2011
By Tahera Mannan
For constance’s “The Church by the ocean” contest
Categories:
unsurprised, introspection, life, war, lost,
Form: Free verse