It makes me a better person
It's on my CV and I bring it up in conversation
It means I'm in tune with everything
I've discussed it in the kitchen,
Loading the dishwasher.
I cried in the basement thinking about it
I told a colleague at work that
I needed to talk to somebody
She asked if I needed to step outside
I stepped outside
I weeped on the steps of the building
I finished a can of sparkling water, then crushed it in my fist
The viewing platform for the harbour
The barren country road
I message my opera friends
They're out at an event hosted by DJ Anxiety
We are all crushed
Beneath the fury of sun
Wades a wobbly nun
Stomping on thorns
Watch the teary ferns
Scars on her skin
Carrying wounds engraved
Curse devious grin
And snakes she once craved
She sucked and spitted
Bouts of venom in her blood
Tainted by flood
Of emotions she once knitted
Profuse tears of fern
They observe
Drip on her burn
Numbing pain so perverse
Weeped the clouds
In meloncholic ambience
Silence crept loud
Spotting redemption in defiance
Step out the vines
Adorning her bruises
Wind's penchant to divine's
Yearning, she refuses
Blanket of ferns
Ease her shivers
While the moon upturns
Bogs were her new weavers
Time passed by
Has been watching the sky
Fern decays
Her soul repays
Coldest day yet, 'fore new bairn was christened,
mother's muse foretold as hearth embers failed.
Scripture held tight, she quietly listened,
as cradled creature withered, weeped, and wailed.
What secret kept a mother by proxy,
pallid face adorned in humanlike form.
Life borne so different any other,
unabashed at life's ex utero norm.
Green-gilled coveting mother's pride they wait,
singing forgotten changling's mirthful strains.
Off sibling snatched by fae's strange fostered fate,
sad imposter never thrived, yet remains.
Mother's cast away changling unwanted,
yet child's love remains true and undaunted.
Loved someone to the end of eternity,
Loved so hard that, broked into pieces
Didn't utter a single word when looked him in someone else arms
Even the shedded tears, told the story of his brutal betrayal,
Heart cried tears of blood but his name did not even come to my tongue.
Weeped so much that this tender heart turned into stone
And the tears that used to be shed have become so dry today
that when he came in front
So these eyes didn't even feel like crying
onyun soups a bind that ties
spousey wins pulitzer prize
recipe steeped
in onyuns weeped
so tasty it closes eyes.
His heart overflowed with tears
As he watched her sleep
She was so frail and thin now
His inner being weeped
Together and in love since teenagers
She was ninety now….he ninety two
She was dying and the end was near
They knew what they wanted to do
She opened her eyes
Met his eyes and smiled
“Cup of tea my sweet ?” he asked
“It won’t be a while”
They sipped their tea slowly
Then lay down together in their bed
He cradled her in his arms
Kissed her gently on her forehead
She whispered “ l love you and will forevermore”
He softly echoed the same words
They kissed tenderly on the lips
Smiling they closed their eyes….not another word was heard!
They were both gone ……
like a hush …
sentinel …
the old willow stood guard
his branches, stout arms that held her
safe in childhood
supple limbs hugged and
flexed whene'er she sought blue sky
his embrace of lush fronds
let no rain wet her brow ...
their sweep offering but a kiss of gentle breath
and cool shade in the heavy
press of Summer heat
while shimmering strands of light
illumed her play time …
all her life he had gallantly charged her safety
but oh, how he weeped now from
his twisted old roots
as to-and-fro she swayed
at the end …
of a rope.
Copyright © Gregory R Barden, September 22, 2017
Old
Old
I feel it now
Getting old
I feel now how
It’s…not all gold
I feel it more
Since yesterday
I’d rather stay
Than go ’n' play
It’s not so bad
Don’t get me wrong
I’m really glad
I’ve lived this long
I travelled ‘round
By thumb 'n' car
Slept under bridges
In Florida
My pal Hohner
Tagging along
We’re always kissing
When blues come on
Been to rehab
Eyes wide open
We’re all in a struggle
We’re all a bit broken
I got to see
Niagara Falls
I got to hear
The lovebird call
I sweetly weeped
Obama’s win
And lived to see
Him win again
I feel it now
Growing old
All my memories
Just pure gold
Bill MacEachern August 9, 2023
The little bear was
Lost in the woods
He searched around
Doing all that he could
He weeped and clawed
And bashed the trees
Until he knocked down
A hive filled with bees
That fell on his back
Dashing through the woods
The bees still attacked
So, he ran and ran
Until he fell in the sand
He kept rolling around
Until he felt a hand
Touch his back
This poem is based upon 'Landscape with the Fall of Icarus' by Pieter Bruegel
Also inspired by Musée des Beaux Arts by W. H. Auden~
No farmer or merchant felt the sound
That Icarus made when he had drowned
Icarus splashed and kicked and flailed!
Dying, crying to those who sailed
“Help me, help me! Direct your course!”
But those merchants felt no remorse
Icarus gave a final wish
To a man attempting to bait fish
Dozy, the fisher went to sleep
Then Icarus died, and no one weeped
And a farmer who had heard his needs
Felt far too busy planting seeds
Since that painting it’s been years long
Yet I find Bruegel was never wrong
No one ever feels the pain
Another Icarus has attained
So where is Icarus now?
We are an Icarus when out with blues
We read of Icarus in sickening news
We see an Icarus in city streets
Begging, craving for food to eat
And though we all are sick of this,
The world won’t stop for Icarus
Walking blind through life I failed to see,
That the weeping willow actually weeped for me .
The moon sailing slowly across the midnight sky.
Birds soaring up so high ,
you can barely see them fly .
This was as a living screen.
Nothing like it, had I ever seen.
Fish jumping, playing in a brook.
I sat down the forgotten book.
Cause anywhere I cared to look ,
new sights I was being fed.
Not alone in my head.
Didn't need to turn no page ,
To see all nature was one big stage.
Each life preforming their own little scene.
Like something from a dream.
From my eyes it brought a tear .
Gave me this feeling of peaceful cheer.
The moon up in the sky
It beams light , filling every eye.
Life is the heartbeat of this living stage .
With nature ,you never have to turn the page.
Ain't a illusion but reality,
Your stardom, your limelight,
Your rich folks and my shame dress,
My heart begging tears to shed.
Ain't a Jack in box I promise
But a fairy light lost in spotlight,
All you were a short lived fantasy
While December joyed and February weeped.
Ain't a Silhouette but a soulful dream
Of my life's road driven in forest,
But Blind Folds on my glistening light,
Taking steps on pebbles of your life.
For your shining flashy life
On Billboard of my long night,
I'll keep our pictures hidden forever
So you can step in brightest smile.
"Love Hurts"
So many times I've weeped in anger, from thinking he was the one for me, one unanswered phone call to the next, now I regret, how stupid could I be.
She gets butterflies from the thoughts, of what her love life has brought, all the pain that it has cost, and the lessons she's been taught.
So many times she just wants to text, call, get in the car and just go, to wherever he is, just to say hi, do what he's doing, you know.
Roll with him for the day, because that makes her day, His smile, his hug, his kiss, his presence, simple things take her breath away.
Then she sees small signs, but tries to look over them, because it just can't be. Please no, we were posed to grow, a love as deep as the sea.
Signs turn into true actions and it comes to realization to her, that although she saw something different at first....to him...she's just another. Remember. "Love Hurts"
- Brashard Booker
When They crucified The saviour Mary cried,
WHen they placed the thorns upon his head
The spear within his side.………….
and I know within my heart she had to weep,
as they gambled for his garments at his feet.
Mary, Mary don’t you see,
that he died to set all sinners free…………..
Mary, Mary don’t you cry…………..
For I know you’ll be with him bye and bye.
When they placed him in the tomb Mary cried,
When they rolled the stone to block the way
With Jesus locked inside.
And on the third day as if the soldiers were asleep,
The stone was rolled, Jesus rose, and I know that Mary weeped.
Mary, Mary don’t you see
that he died to set all sinners free……….
Mary, Mary don’t you cry………..
For I know that you’ll be with him bye and bye.
When he ascended into heaven Mary cried,
For she wanted to stay with him to be close by his side…
But he told them my work on earth is through….
And I go to prepare a place for you.
Mary, Mary don’t you see
that he died to set all sinners free…….
Mary, Mary don’t you cry……..
For I know that you’ll be with him bye and bye.
>>
I paint pictures with words.
The dust had settled,
Leaving nothing but sorrow
Accompanied only by a terrifying emptiness.
Lights flashed,
The people held their breath.
The sky weeped,
It’s darkened clouds screaming out in a wretched storm,
Shaking the country to it’s fragile core.
Never to be erased,
This day shall forever be etched into this country’s history.
The day the entire world slowed came to a halt.
Never forget that day,
Never forget that perfect September morning,
Never forget the horrible day
The towers came tumbling down.
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