Tuesday, December 27, 2016

One Christmas Eve night

Twas a winter's night
Tinsel and a single light,
Lit up that little room
And a poinsettia in full bloom.

A single blanket, on a single bed
With a single light, the two laid and read,
"The night before Christmas", he said
As they snuggled, she kissed him on the forehead.

As he read in that little room
With the poinsettia in full bloom,
Thru the little window she looked at the sky
Just as a single snowflake drifted by.

She jumped up from that single bed
To the window she sped,
With a look of joy
"come quick!", She gestured to the boy.

Up from the bed by that single light
To the window he went to see the sight,
That single snowflake, was now a whitened sky
Winter had come, a few flakes to say hi.

They watched, those two
Christmas lights coming on, as if on cue;
From that single window, with the single light
The falling flakes, colorful lights, filling the night.

"Merry Christmas" she said
In that little room with the single bed.
"Merry Christmas" he replied
As a winter wonderland was forming outside.

They kissed and he held her tight
As they watched the snow on that winter's night,
"This night is perfect" she said at the beautiful sight
In that little room, with that single light.

The two watched as the world turned white
On that Christmas Eve night,
They could almost hear the jingle
Of a little sleigh, and jolly ole Kris Kringle.

Wednesday, December 21, 2016

Awakening

There is a place I dare not look
Where a darkness dwells...
A darkness you won't find in any book.
In that place, that place I dare not look;
There lies, torment and anguish
Fear... earthquakes that shook, shook!
There... in Dante's Hell
There... in the deepest well
There... the screams are muted that I Yell!
That place, that is where I must go
To take back, to accept, to become whole
To cry, to mend, forgive and let go...
I've come far in my life
Overcame many obstacles, hurdles and bounds
I've known sorrow, regret, shame and strife.
I've had courage when I felt despair
I've had hope when life seemed bleak
I've had love when I felt there was no one to care.
That place... in that dank, caustic darkness
There... I must look with eyes wide open
Sit, be... within my own inwardness.
Sit with the child that I once was
Those many moons ago...
within the cryptic jaws, it gnaws.
It slashes! Rips! Is all consuming in that place.
Or so it would make me believe...
Holding me in its flagitious embrace.
Eyes wide open I must look and see;
The demons I tucked away so long ago
The memories, a vast sea.
I must take back that which I have given
That which the child endured, survived...
The darkness within shall no longer have a haven.
I will see, I will feel, I will cry one last time
and then... a leaf in the wind; I will let go
Another step forward... on this path of mine.

Saturday, December 17, 2016

Wake, wake the child

Waking... waking from the child.
We see with hazed lenses
The darkest depths are far from mild.
We've lived in shadows and half truths
Survived! And tucked the horror away... so carefully,
So our adult life could live, be, surpass our youths.

Lurking... like sleeper assassins
The terrors, the child endured to protect,
In the darkness it stares and grins.
"Come... come, lets play..."
The deep, sketchy, howling voice beckons,
"Come... step into the darkness, come play..."

What is the monster, we dare not see?
The memories we've spent years polishing,
what lies in the dark... keeping us from being free?
Is it the "Jabberwocky," vampires, the Devil!
Seducing, scraping, gnawing at our very soul!
Slamming us, molten; like firery metal on an anvil.

We draw strength from the child we once were
Failing to realize as adults, we are much mightier
The dark kept us, weakened... and unsure.
The Hell, the scorching dragon's fire!
That left the scars... must be troddened again..
To be free! To raise us higher and higher!

We must pick up the tiny shield
Enter the places we feel most naked, vulnerable;
Compassion, love, forgiveness are what we wield.
Swords and spears are useless against these foes,
We must be accepting of the darkness we see,
Weep and release our tempestuous woes.

Wake... Wake the child.
Tell them thank you and let them go...
With wakened eyes you shall no longer be beguiled.
The scars you will carry, no longer the torment
No longer the sadness, anger... just a memory,
Release the tears, darkness... continue your ascent.

Sunday, June 26, 2016

One day, we will grow

One day, we will grow beyond what we think and feel.
We will understand the truth that has always been.
Forgive our assumptions and remember the truths we've seen.
We will forgive all past indiscretions, all the hurts, the tears and our needless fears.
We will fill the cavern that separates our space; where once we touched, held, smiled and laughed as families do... Or so I hear.

Neither side understanding the other; not mom, aunt, cousin, dad, sister, brother.
Maybe the day will come when I see what most have always had; those of blood, bound together even when mad.
Trumpets will blare that day, the clouds will part; sharing the warmth and glow that warms the heart.
Oh what a day! That plays so delicately in my mind, teasing and tormenting, forever playing in my mind.

How does a child born into nothing, become part of a whole and then separated, ripped and torn?
How does one learn to love and bond from an emptiness, can I just wave a wand?
I say "we" like I know, like it was a given; as maybe it should be, and not something earned or replaced when all is forgiven.

We have built walls and placed our battlements, prepared all our arguments.
"Prepare for war, ye dogs of wrath!"
We shall soak our sins in blood soaked aftermath.
"We" is a fairytale, something you hear about or read; it's not meant to last no matter how long one may beg or plead.
However, I will pray that my conclusion turns out to be just my personal illusion.
That Family and We are descriptions, that go beyond what I know; that they exist and thrive, sharing, growing just like a hive.
One day... one day we will grow beyond what we've seen; And see the truth that has always been.

Tuesday, May 31, 2016

If I forget

If I forget, please remind me.
Remind me of yesterday, of simplicity
Before the hurts, the regrets, the let downs.
Remind me to smile a little more,
Even though my day may be grey.
Remind me to be warm always,
Even when the coldness, bites a bit much.
Remind me that laughter is not an option
But a requirement, even if it's just me.
Remind me that beauty lies in all things,
Especially within ourselves.
Remind me to pause on occasion,
To see the world thru a snail's eyes.
Remind me to open doors,
And always say thank you and please.
Remind me that though I may get lonely,
I'm never truly alone.
Remind me of who I am, and who I wish to be.
I may make mistakes, but I am good.
Remind me that all light
Cannot shine without darkness.
Remind me of these things,
Remind me to have patience,
To not rush, in a world of constant motion.
Remind me... to just stand, to just be.
To look with another's eyes and see
And know above all else, it's ok to just be me.

A Compendium of Poetic Moments (volume 3)

Wednesday, April 6, 2016

In the garden of my dreams

In the garden, in the garden of my dreams
Every vision is not always as it seems.
The snow drifts around me
Blurring mind and sight, whiteness is all I see;
Then the drizzling of drops... the sky cries
Blanketing my frozen skin, before it dries.
Thoughts drifting, fading, colliding
Of a beauty from my sight is hiding;
Kaleidoscopes and carousels
Ice cream sundaes, the attraction swells.
In the chapel the gable sways
From me, you're missing... let me count the ways.
Crystal shards and warm summer sands
Somehow bring thoughts of holding your hands;
That smile, to launch a thousand ships
A snowflake lands softly on your lips.
Indeed if it be a garden to me
You are a beauty I would surely like to see;
Blossomed and elegant, demure and kind
A diamond in the rough, truly one of a kind.
However, dreams are not meant to last
Like all things they drift into the past.
So I'll plant thee, where you might grow
Like a gardener I'll nurture and sow;
Keep you near to my heart
To grow together... and never apart.

A compendium of poetic moments (volume 2)

Saturday, February 13, 2016

Accelerate

Accelerate

Engines roaring! Revving, Vroom, VROOM!
Crowds cheering, applause, YAY!
The Bass guitar drops the BOOM!

The finish line, you're almost there!
Waves Crashing! Splashing! Slamming!
A strand of their hair...

Ski slopes, chilly, refreshing! Exhilarating!
Rapids, Flowing! Moving! Pushing!
That first touch... Accelerating!

Boom, Boom, Boom! That first kiss!
Waterfalls and air shows! Mesmerizing!
Accelerating! That moment, right before the bliss...

Thump-Thump, Thump-Thump!
The rhythm of the heart... accelerating!
Ba-bump, Babump, Babump, Babump!

He catches the Hail Mary, SCORE!
Loved ones coming in from a distance
The unknowing second before you open the door!

The courage to ask the girl
A date, be mine, be mine forever!
Nerves racked to the point, You hurl.

That moment, second, before the kiss!
Be still my beating heart! Accelerating!
"Excuse me Miss!" It all started... with this.