The stream (all workshops)
Sometimes, at times
there's a feeling
at the bottom most pit
in ones form
why do we compose?
and
expect others to repose,
faith in what one does say,
poetry is just a manner to display,
the nuances of the innermost
depths of one's own conflict,
why upon others our misery
do we have to inflict?
BARREN NIGHTS
The night came upon me
barren
no nurturing light
no warmth in its darkness
stars veiled in black embrace
meaningless to its own existence.
mirrored reflection....
they crowd to mock
the crying drama
the soul shock
they want to rock
the stone of words
shatter hearts
and stifle souls
the life that leaves
pressed out with
words
sticks and stones
break more then
bones
I wearily rise to my feet
as setting sun and tree line meet
For I've been hunting winter's meat
in this instance a futile feat
alternate 1st stanza
I wearily rise to my feet
then suddenly I take a pause
as bobcat stalks on silent paws
for him an ordinary feat
Crackling joints shout their pain
complaining of abuse and age
cackling turkeys rise to their roost
remaining barely out of sight
Midnight Flight
through passageways
with turnings hidden
candle's flame flickers
to breeze unbidden
in near distance
as a low wind rushes
gasping of the glimmer
my running footsteps
speed headlong
into a darkness
deeper than the blackest night
consumed by the terror of my flight
evil presence behind
driving me with persistence
so great my failing resistance
falters guttering out
without a god to beg granting grace
I am lost to this malicious intent
I didn't want to let him go. After all, he was only five.
‘Come on Mum,’ says Senior Seven, ‘I'll guard him with my life.’
I studied them standing tall and straight. They looked so big and grown.
I felt a strong nostalgic wave. Where had my little ones gone?
every time i think
we are cool
you say the meanest things
you make my cry out
in classic blues
of a busted heart
you must know and time
my change of attitude
when you are nice to me
with a drop of nastiness
to make me aware
of your long standing
disguise rsentment
so well in you peace offerings
oh you are so clever
waiting for me to complain
about things you know i hate
while pretending to be unaware
of things i find annoying
Sitting in my study,
smiling peacefully in my chair,
to the rapping of the neighbors son, downstairs
Smiling cuz his rapping took me to a special place.
A place where I am young, like him,
and had to be misplaced.
Misplaced because my rocking,
made my parents feel encaged.
They'd run me out the house,
but in the driveway I would rave.
Singing loudly metal jams,
my hands in fists of rage
Banging my head, screaming, rocking,
Having my own way
'NA MALINCONIA
Mi viene mo’ ‘na malIiconia
'na voglia forte e profonda
Come un Incanto spietato
di fantasmi che s’aggirano
attorno a me.
e mi porta ad un altro sogno.
Voglio tornare a casa.
vedere un solo momento
con tutti i cuori che
battevono uno
e che no battono di piu’
LONGING
I have a longing sharp and deep
a haunting unforgiving and clear
that bleeds my “soul”
and brings me to another dreaming.
You returned most unwittingly
baring your soul and your arm,
while I saw clouds, you tried on shrouds
never meaning any harm;
I think of you, I feel the warm;
I think of you and feel the warm.
~
Ships always pass, but the neglected mass
never knows to question, "why?"
I really wish I knew, what am I to do?
When together if we could fly;
we'd touch the ceiling of the sky!
~
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