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Adelle Benade Poem
Life is a battle if my love can see,
The world seems to live in its own miseries ,
Still i promise to play my part,
Loving to the end until i loose my heart,
Flowers of this bond will never fade,
Like a bride adorning her with amber and jade,
When good chants rhymes in ivory night,
When venus tells its pigeon to sore new heights,
Even when grace of god is hidden in dark,
Chord of love cannot be made apart.
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Adelle Benade Poem
I met you amid the branches
of an old, evergreen tree –
we were wary at first,
dangling like flushed and obscure fruits
from twisted limbs;
exchanging precious gifts
of blue-black berries and tentative smiles
until we gained the other's trust.
We clambered ever higher,
full of that clumsy grace
that comes with youth
and the thrill of a secret shared.
From atop the highest branch
we surveyed the kingdom we had conquered,
and swore to rule with fairness
this world of wood and wind.
Palms were scratched and roughened
where they lay, clasped together,
and the sunlight left dappled laughter lines
upon our upturned faces.
Our subjects were the fickle white-eyes,
darting overhead like leaves given flight,
chattering charming nonsense in our lordly ears.
Somewhere, adults laughed,
but we could not see them,
so we listened instead to the bees
who brought us tales of lands afar,
and our own laughter was lost
amidst the rustling of the leaves.
We wore crowns of purple flowers
in hair still wild and uncut,
and I showed you how to swing
with no hands
from each lichen-covered limb.
Later, we crouched hidden
among the roots of all we owned,
and listened as discarded names
grew closer on the breeze.
There was a brush –
clumsy, but not unwelcome –
of lips on dimpled cheek,
and the promise we would meet
a day, a week, a year from then,
amid the branches
of an old, evergreen tree.
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Adelle Benade Poem
You have no boundaries, she always said.
It’s true. The time for that has long gone.
Me, I keep coming back to the same
old questions that petals never answer
no matter how many times.
Love me. Love me not.
As I am, I am. Neither
here nor there. There is
nothing to explain.
I don’t know about borders.
They seem porous. In the end
it’s always the heart that gives.
You feel bound to weather
the many tiny cuts
that come, and come.
‘It’s for the best’. ‘Give it time’.
You look for where the truth lies
in these words. Ashes. A hole.
Either way you go home
and home is gone. So you mind
the extra mug. The dip in the bed.
The quiet voice that’s gone missing.
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Adelle Benade Poem
Whisper to the whistling wind the wistful worries of the day
For she is sister, tightly twined to smoke that winds and floats away.
All that I confide is lost, adrift, a cloud upon the air
That flows a distance still uncrossed and stirs a shroud of silken hair
And stirs a shroud with soft spoke dreams, I hope find a kindly ear
I speak aloud the heartfelt reams my heart cannot speak for fear
For fear of what I cannot tell, not even to the night
For all the words that rose or fell, have never eased my plight
I whisper to the emptiness, the wide and wild sky
I breathe out all the ghastliness the smoke that stings my eye
But those who to the wind confess, shall ever be dined
Whatever love they might profess, is second to their pride
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Adelle Benade Poem
And if my feet don't find their way,
if my hands
can no longer grasp what they want,
if my ears cannot tell apart
the songs on the favourite album
and my mind forgets that it used to focus—
may there always be
in the shell of me
the memory of
the inner constellations we explored
together, the breathlessness
of that journey, the drawing
of breath at the same time,
in the same fleeting place.
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Suburban streets now carry cars
where oceans rolled and teaming schools
of ancient fish would gleam like jewels
and ripples caught the light of stars.
Now we gaze into the sky
where planets spin and gasses burn
and dream of secrets we might learn
to save us when the earth must die.
But when all energies disperse
(or life comes to another end
more awful than we comprehend)
what thought survives a universe?
It’s not enough – there must be more –
and yet perhaps it has to be
enough that you are here with me
to walk this ancient ocean floor.
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Adelle Benade Poem
Thunder measures out the distance
between lightning flash, and you and me.
We are still together, though separately,
two birds on up-draughts, treading air.
It wouldn’t be fair to ask
"Where are you now?"
for you are here
and everywhere where I can lie
and hear the roll of thunder,
watch lightning tilting at the dark,
understand whatever tethers you to me
is the secret within the art.
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Last night it floated up,
trailing its satin sash over the sea,
it hung its sickle in the attic window.
Swimming back through currents of sleep,
she remembered where she was –
in the house on the dunes,
where greybuck stepped lightly
and left their footprints mornings early
on the pristine beach.
Even so, it was the house
where sadness sniffed her out,
it sidled in.
In nights to come,
she will bargain with the moon –
ask it kindly to refrain
from reminding
her of him.
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Adelle Benade Poem
Take me, all of me,
That is how my heart truly feels.
Take my heart, for you already own it;
Take my mind, for it thinks of you every moment;
Take my eyes, for they see you everywhere;
Take my ears, for it's only your voice they wish to hear;
And take my arms, for it's you they wish to hold –
I wish to give you my all, even my soul!
Although I wish to give, I am afraid
What if you wish to receive my gift, but fail?
What if I give my heart and it breaks?
What if your eyes see only my mistakes?
What if all I see and love in you is all fake?
And what if you never give back but you only take?
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