I feel like ripping out a gangrenous wound!
Incessantly playing a broken accordion
My mind's repurposed angels distribute a few alms for the rain god
And the scent of old trunks falls on my cloned funeral
I encase my senses in the pit between lal-mim/sol-fa
I now have a house, crooked lives churning within my tiles
I am against—you are against—all the laws of physics.
Cigarette butts that never cease to smoke fall from the sky.
You are something that always feels cold. Hiding Dali in your body
That's why elephants make love alone. Storms, a great curse
I saw myself in the first shelter of hydrangeas
I cut my cord, in defiance of the all-out pain in my back
I feel like ripping out a gangrenous wound
Yet, it won't be mentioned in any medical book, and you won't know why
I simply drew your blood...
She is waiting
A woman of virtue
The kind every good man needs
She know her value
She understand her worth
So she wont go for no fool
She takes good natural care of herself
She need no recommendation to feel better
Her head is focus to moral values
She despise all urge of evil temptation
Just to remain clean in soul and spirit
She is strong and productive
Yet despite all this good attributes
She is old single and waiting
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.
Typical short gray curly hair
Smile
She looked away from me as I entered
I would have said hello
She grasped her cane as she sat
Starring into the distance
Her shoes look comfortable
like a nurse's sneaker
She wore jeans and a sweatshirt
I was on my phone
browsing nothing
She thought about me
and I thought about her
Yet we didn't speak to each other
Did her husband pass
Did she have children
I could've initiated a conversation
We were alone in a room
with no music or tv's
When her name was called
"Janice"
She rose from her seat with ease
and seemed not to need a cane
Maybe that cane was for comfort
I'll never know because I lost a chance
to communicate with another human being
IN WAITING AWARENESS
Things you can’t run from,
Quickly walk away from them,
Before they arrive:-
Thus, is natured awareness:
Ready for what things may come:-
Impossible to catch my breath
waiting for the other shoe to drop
~ the suspense claiming another victim
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waiting is exhausting ~ I'm drained
This season seems to last forever.
Seems spring will never reappear.
Seems everyone is just waiting for the sun
But it’s not here…
All I recall is nasty weather
It is so hard to persevere.
All I have done is sit here waiting for the sun
But it’s not here…
It seems I’ve lost my sense of wonder
Trying to overcome my fear
I don’t want to run, I am waiting for the sun
But it’s not here…
Despair is trying to pull me under.
I cannot shake my spirit clear.
Spring just hasn’t sprung, I am waiting for the sun
But it’s not here…
Is dawn on its way? Will I ever see the day?
Or is darkness all that I will ever see?
Looking for some light in this never-ending night.
Is this how it’s always going to be?
This season cannot last forever…
Soon spring will have to reappear.
Just like everyone, I am waiting for the sun
But it’s not here…
I am so tired of nasty weather
Not much to do but persevere.
It’s not much fun sitting, waiting for the sun
When it’s not here…
Waiting To Exhale
I... Can't... Breathe...
Not Physically...
But Emotionally & Spiritually...
Because I can't live, realistically,
Without looking lurkers,
Lurking, nitpically?
I've BEEN Waiting To Exhale,
As life tries to choke me out..
As silly tricks...
Try to smoke me out...
As year after year,
my candles try to
BLOW ME OUT!
And, I've BEEN waiting to exhale,
but someone always thinks...
their breath is
more important than mine...
That my time
has less priority than their time...
So I can continue
Waiting To Exhale...
So that they might do it now...
So that they can again make the vow...
That If I Don't Mind...
I Can Breathe Later....
If for now, I'll just continue
Waiting To Exhale.
What I’d like to say to my Congressional friends
is that I'm waiting to see how this all ends.
And if with America a shining city upon a hill,
I will apologize to all of you, I swear I will.
But if it ends like I think it might,
in the darkest darkness ~ in the anti-light,
may you be forever damned for the part you played.
You had every chance to do him in.
But to save your own skin,
you made sure that he stayed.
waiting for calm.
I am waiting for calm, but I cannot just wait.
trying for calm.
I am trying for calm the world says no.
wanting for calm.
I am wanting for calm slowly running out of time to be calm.
begging for calm.
I am begging for calm to relax and RECHARGE
needing for calm
I am needing for calm to relax and recharge I need to I have more to do but no energy to do it with I need to do it but I don't have it in me I am needing for calm.
I waited I tried I wanted I begged I needed... I BROKE.
untitled chapter
in my life’s journey
~ stuck on hold
Submitted on August 29, 2025 for contest 1407 UNTITLED HAIKU sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - RANKED 3RD
LADY IN WAITING
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quiet, she stands near
courage, a lady unseen
until the need calls
Pencil strokes blacken the page
Crowds blur out around the scene
White leaf enlivened by sword and magic
Heroes journey through the frames
Worlds arise from fingertips
Ink spill out as though blood
Ink can't stain a wounded art
Fingers mar those black-lined strokes
Frames a prison from the crowd
Thoughts withheld remain white
Magic blur out from the scenes
Parchment smudged in pencil dust
A silent kiss, forgotten song,
Are the moments I've strung along
A necklace of days I once knew,
that became broken without you
Summer's breeze carried us in clouds, impossibly high
We flew so far away, we were but a whispered sigh
lilac meadows remind us to hear, and not forget
Each silent kiss becomes a gold and crimson sunset
I sit alone 'neath branches bare
with chilly voice, wind tries to share
a remembered song, springtime bliss
But I just think of our first kiss
Lonely, waiting, the hours last
Each long day yawning to exist
Stolen are days as they go past
And then I hear your silent kiss
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