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Dm Babbit Poem
Pull out the easel
set the canvas
positioned long and slender clean slate.
Sketch the figures huddled and dark-bound hostage
to charcoal-cooled coals
etching in shadow images;
Faceless entities
slipping in and out the background
earth-toned sojourners accepting, alone, quiet, dying;
Still the images in silence
hard and disfigured
grotesque horrors in place;
Somber soul-drained eyes
skeletal socket holes
buried in the heart and mind;
Let tears fall down their cheeks
in wonder, awe, and
fear of what happens next.
Acrylic primers dilute the wash in the storyline
flaking and cracking
tearing each soul and truth away;
Polyptych blended burnish bleeds
quiet, soft exuding
whimpered cries, asking why;
Chiaroscuro collages of death from life
fading to diluent breaths
the heartbeat of an unholy silence;
Graded gouache monochrome scraper boards
releasing sfumatos of singularities
communal lives sacrificed
Varnish the final rendition
camouflage the realities,
the actuality of what it represents,
Time immemorial in genocidal atrocities
of Native Americans, Cambodians, Hawaiians,
Jews, Rwandans, Bosnia, Darfur,.
When does it stop?
The never-ending list
life is more precious than this
until change comes
Paint the Picture Black and Gray
pray
then act.
Copyright © Dm Babbit | Year Posted 2016
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Dm Babbit Poem
Deep as first love,
and wild as all regret -
Alfred Lord Tennyson
There is an aching in the heart
slipping into tears that burn and tear apart
every fiber of your being
so that the eyes are no longer seeing.
Each look was just pretend
knowing well how love would end
and there deep in the hallowed halls of time
well I knew, you wouldn't always be mine.
A somber memory paints
the heartthrob emotions making youth faint
delirious with love and sensual feelings
enough to send two bodies reeling.
Shadows lurk easing back and forth
assured each struggle for their own worth
there in that selfish centered need
one would follow and the other lead.
Just a moment held
as lovers succumb to love's spell
that quickly fades and disappears
with hearts held back by fear.
There in the shadows, each one alone will walk
their first love slipped away without talk
and futures die in the dream's regret
but it is a memory none ever forget.
Joseph May contest
Lines to awake the muse
3/1/20
Copyright © Dm Babbit | Year Posted 2020
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Dm Babbit Poem
Place and Time, Time in Place
I hear the mourning dove, her lonesome call
cooing softly, somewhere in the shade.
The sum holds steady
strong and blinding, high straight up in the midday haze.
The days of summer
creep to an end, as August sheds its heat.
In short and distant days ahead
autumn reaches in, with change and dying, withered leaves.
Each season takes its place and time
not overstepping, awaiting its turn.
Soon enough
too soon, perhaps, the seasons pass.
Time stands still
for no one, nothing, allowing only seasons change.
Moving forward, ever forward
years, decades, centuries, bringing all things, all futures, all pasts
to stake their place and time
while history alone, holds time in place.
Copyright © Dm Babbit | Year Posted 2015
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Disheveled hair, wiry and gray
an old lady hovered past my house each day.
I ignored her when she passed by
wondering what possessed her as I sighed
then in my own focused diligence
I slinked fast away, uncaring in my ignorance.
Wasn't sure where she lived but wondered
why in the world she seemed so encumbered.
Then one day when a little cold set in
I stepped outside my homey bin
and there lay bird wings on my mat
and slipped away some stray gray tabby cat.
Then as I queried in my beleaguered mind
that old lady waved, not surprised as to what I was to find.
There along the shade of the door's edge
just below the fully defined hedge
lay the gathering of leaves and papers torn
five kittens hiding unseen and newly born.
The old lady grinned, scooped them up and smiled
their mine she said as if they were her own child.
Copyright © Dm Babbit | Year Posted 2018
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Stretched along the silent winter garden
thrives a cold, dark dirt blanketed in olive decaying leaves.
Beneath the food of natural fertilizers, life emerges from its long hushed sleep
in sprouts of pale yellowed seafoam tender tiny greenery
with shoots of seaweed blue tinged daffodills
that push aside the hued lime grass carpeting.
The faded colors lost in the long white winter, rises,
in emerald peekings of a snowdrop wrapped in hazel eyed hues,
lush colors bleed into the awaiting shamrock meadow below,
escaping the melting and discolored snow.
Life springs forward to welcome the new season.
along the roof moss grows freely along the edge in pickled shades
thriving and living as a neon florescence in the sun
and the world is once again,
reborn to pistachio and clover imagery
lying where the green grass grows again.
Copyright © Dm Babbit | Year Posted 2016
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Dm Babbit Poem
Mind desires blush red
heart seethes with passions embrace
scarlet beats the soul
Copyright © Dm Babbit | Year Posted 2016
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Dm Babbit Poem
Tender me a kiss
a brush of lips upon my cheek
gentle, loving, fragile wish, sheik
to set my soul afire, soft and weak.
Whisper love and comfort, joy and peace
to right this world so that war and hate will cease.
Tender me a kiss, some long goodbye
when all I sense and feel would make me cry
but hidden safe within the confines,
hope continues to abide.
In your hurry dispel all fears and worries compromising
tender me a kiss, anticipation waits on the horizon.
Copyright © Dm Babbit | Year Posted 2019
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Like
all of life
this requires effort
perhaps more difficult
than
I could achieve today
but church hymns rang out
the wonders and the gloried awe
while in the shadows poor and sad walked
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and/ \ but
there/ \ no one
she / \ nothing
stood / O \ deterred
small / / I \ \ her purpose
frail / / \ \ not cold or rain
aged / \ neither ice nor snow
in her cumulative years
in her coat and scarf
blushing from her salty falling tears
the house itself, scantly decorated
with colored lights, green, red and blue
in her solitary steps, alone chilled and cold
she walked slow and steady from church to home
and the smile formed deep round upon her waiting face
in tinsel glow with familiar song and softest Christmas lace
one more year welcomed memories came the season of Holy Grace.
Remember the alone during this holiday season, send them a card, a gift, a flower to brighten their day and help them know, they are remembered.
Copyright © Dm Babbit | Year Posted 2018
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The road ahead,
opens up before me,
suddenly, wide and wondrous and untraveled;
The trees rise high, stretching, inching higher,
touching the sky and unseen horizon.
It is a blend of indescribable color,
flowing profusely in the path along the way.
The air is thick with the incense of fall,
dry leaves and burning, outdoor fires
hanging in the air.
The scent is of a changing season,
a bow, respect, a genuflection
in awe of God's superior gifts.
The roads less traveled awaits,
setting in place a path,
an unplanned journey to newness.
Breathe in the color hues of reds, oranges, yellows,
brushed and painted lovingly
with all the signs of autumn.
The scent of change,
take the ride
set by the hands of God.
Copyright © Dm Babbit | Year Posted 2015
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Three lives left to play
but that's only in the game.
This life I live each day
is only moments unclaimed.
So hurried and fast
now is all we really have
and too easily slips in seconds passed,
a lifetime suddenly cut in halve.
Take hold of every moment left
do with it your very best
be wary of time's awaiting theft.
knowing, we are but life's guest.
Copyright © Dm Babbit | Year Posted 2017
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