Poems

Where are your bones, I wonder?

Your dust, your last breath?

I see you queued with your mates

In your final military assembly:

            Bates next to Beasley

            Gillum next to Green

            And so on.

It is a moment captured forever in brass letters,

The year scuffed and barely legible.

How does a hero sleep?  Do you dream of past valor?

Or soft shoulders and tender kisses lost forever?

This once hallowed ground is swathed in weeds,

Cannons and missiles rusted and impotent,

The fence sagging with age.

People pass by, but nobody sees.

Even the names have become ghosts.

John W. Bebout  2018

...
Raindrops

I seen rain drops on a rose today 
I paid no attention to it as  I went on my way. 
A reminder to stop and smell the roses each day

 The shiny raindrops fell like tears 
A glimpse of how quickly days become years

Merely existing but never living 
Always taking but never giving. 

I seen raindrops on a rose today 
I stopped to look at it as I went on my way
But Life consumed me when I started my day

In a second, in a blink of an eye, 
life become memories as it quickly pass us by

Month after month feels like days 
Heartbreak and death consume us in every way
Raindrops are God's teardrops that are not meant to stay

I seen raindrops on a rose today
When I stopped to smell the Rose, the raindrops went away

2017copyrights Anna C. Bradford

Dedicated to Sheila Theriot  who reminded me to,
“Stop and smell the roses.”
...

Our untold story waits for its explosion

As our love ages more than we know.

The first time I saw you under a peepal tree

With your hair flowing in the air like

It has escaped all the aches and your lips

Weaving stories of a fairytale, I knew

It was you who warmed all my particles of heart

And now they are restless for an explosion;

An explosion of vigorous love, care and bond.

Everytime I sublime myself in the sweet essence of you,

I can feel the explosion of eternity occuring in my skin.


~ ©storytellersuchismita


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How foolish do you have to be to fall so completely?
Thinking we were lovers,
Now realizing it was nothing.
Forgetting the simple rule,
To look before you leap, 
And living a fool's paradise.
Falling in love with such a mystery,
But having no one to pick you up.
Being led on and on a foolish dream,
Thinking about what may be.
Now realizing your love was fake
And your heart was black.
Confined between hell and paradise in
A vicious cycle.
Bound from aspiration
To a masquerade act.
Clinging to salvation with
Seeds of self-destruction.
Laughter shifts to whispers,
Blinded from illumination.
Revenge forgoes redemption.
This is a fool's paradise.
...
Lil Dixie want'cha come out an play,
Come out an play?
Boy I gotta work all day.
All day you gotta work you say?
All day that's what I say,
I gotta pluck them weeds afta i peel these peas,
Then on my knees i gotta milk that cow,
Ya can't do that later?
Nah, I gotta do that now.
Why Now?
Momma say it's milk ah turn sour,
Dixie Lilly I'll come back in ah few hours,
Ah few hours?! By then I'll be out back helping momma plant ah few flowers,
Dixie you ain't got no time to play so i best be on my way,
Didn't i say I'll be working all day?!,
Dixie, ya been talking to that lil nappy headed boy from across the way,
So just what you and him had to say?!
Nothing momma he just asked if i could come out an play,
Play?!! Child it ain't no time to play,
He can help feed them horses over there that there bale of hay!
I told him momma, I gotta work all day and I ain't got no time to play!...
Where are the traffic lights and street signs?

Water buffalo, cows, dogs, goats, roosters, and chickens wander across and sleep in the streets.

Masses of people – women in beautiful flowing saris with dabs of paint on their foreheads and men wearing clothes of every conceivable style from leather biker-jackets to loin cloths – walk, run, push carts loaded with lumber, bricks, or raw meat.

Street vendors point at their goods and shout as we pass by.

Shop owners gesture enthusiastically or doze, and beggars hold up withered limbs or a malnourished child.

We pass men shaving and women washing their long black-hair in buckets of water right beside the street.

Cars, busses, trucks, motorcycles, bicycles, rickshaws, tuk-tuks, and animal-drawn carts flow chaotically by.

Road surfaces vary from stone, brick, pock-marked pavement, or rutted dirt.

Odors of incense, spicy foods, diesel and auto exhaust, sewage, and body odor assault us. Horn blasts, shouts, conversations and arguments in a polyglot of languages, bleats, barks, bellows and clucks of animals, and the grinding gears and strain of rickety vehicles on the verge of collapse create a surround sound you’d never hear in Indiana.

Our car pauses beside a bright red rickshaw. Its driver stares at us with dark perplexed eyes, then opens his almost toothless mouth and laughs as we pull away.

Jeff Rasley

...

He rode an old McClellan that had seen better days

But he sat up there like a king who controlled all he surveyed

His mount a buckskin mare as pretty as you’ve seen

With legs meant for working and eyes bright and clean

Behind him trailed a mule, a fine example of the breed

A pack piled high with goods but no halter or a lead

 

I asked him where he’s headed and where he might have been

The reason for his travel and what he might have seen

“I’ve seen the greatest country that God ever made

Sometimes mountain vistas, sometimes a grassy plain.

I’ve seen family members who make me feel ashamed

And many fellow workers who lie their way to fame

 

I’ve seen herds of caribou clicking cross the plain

Massive Mountain Grizzlies, great horses wild and tame.

I’ve seen massive progress ended by greedy fools

Or by those who need control and impose silly rules

And others stopping growth by thinking with their heart

When simple logic tells ‘em the horse is behind the cart.

 

We all get our little chance but others need a turn

The younger need some room to grow to build to learn

When I’ve done my time, my life here is thru

I don’t want my final vision to be only gloom and fools.

I’ll be free of all that as will the mule and mare

We’ve trod the greatest land, together scenery shared

 

It all makes my former life shallow and pale

And now where I travel nothing is ever stale

I’ve had my days of wealth measured in dollars and cents

With days, weeks and years surrounded by wall and fence

But now I have much more, a far greater treasure

Surrounded by natures wonders, beauty that can’t be measured

 

 

Any measure of success may not be right for all

The test that has some rise up will make others fall

I hope the path I travel and the message that I preach

Will be heard and understood by people that I meet

No one has the right to say that my view is wrong

Nor do I have the right to condemn another’s song

 

But enjoy the journey and help your fellow man

Have a laugh and learn, and make a proper stand

For something you believe, give it a proper fight

And if you should lose and you know you might

Within your heart you’ll know you did your very best

And did what you thought right when put to the test.

...

The ranch is lonely this time of year

Now that my sweetheart‘s gone

We hadn’t planned for either one

To leave for the great beyond

 

Hitched in harness, a team we where

Going the same direction

Pulling together we made a pair

But now it’s all reflection

 

Daughter found herself a man

And they’re off chasing the dollar

The boys the same, all working lives

But their kids pleasing grandfather

 

They don’t listen much to me

That life ain’t about the buck

I think you need beauty and humor

Or you’re just plain out of luck

 

That no one listens to me

Well I’ve got used to that

Horses usually take instruction

But cows no more than a cat

 

Always have to repeat myself

And some folks have to be led

Just like a pig I once had

Didn’t hear a word I said.

 

But the daughter called today

She’d been talking to her brothers

Said them and her husband agreed

And they’d talked some to others

 

They want to come back to the ranch

Her call gave me quite a lift

As the year rolls up to Christmas                

I couldn’t get a better gift.

...

The Mermaid (Part One)

 

The evening was cool

and the sky was so clear

while ripples of waves

were all I could hear

 

The moon shone bright

and stars twinkled on high

when from out of nowhere

came so seductive a sigh

 

I looked out to sea

to whence the sound came

and my eyes did believe

they were playing a game

 

For as waves lapped around

a rock out at sea

a beautiful vision

was sat staring at me

 

Naked as love

she sat all alone

on that rising edifice

of black granite stone

 

Her body so wondrous

that I shook with such lust

but a smile so pure

that my thoughts were unjust

 

Her hair was entangled

with kelp luscious green 

that protected her modesty

oh what a scene

 

It hung down over breasts

so excitingly full

covering the parts

that are made to enthral

 

My mind quickly taken

by this girl of my dreams

though as I looked closer

all was not as it seems

 

For legs this beauty

was completely bereft

and a long fishy tail

was all she had left

 

Then with a smile

that made my heart still

she slipped into the water

and I saw she was real

 

For she dived like a dolphin

under azure sea

and all that was left

were the ripples and me

 

 

 

The End........or is it?




The Mermaid (Part Two)

The man with the tear soaked eyes walked along the beach for the thousandth time. 

 

His hands were shaking and his lips quivering in the cold as he constantly looked out to sea, where was she, would she ever return, would she mend his broken heart.

 

He had but caught a fleeting glimpse of this beauty as she preened herself on that ancient granite rock, and a glimpse was all it had taken as he was now completely besotted by this angel from the deep.


Even now, weeks after the event he could still see every tiny detail of his wondrous vision. 

 

The sparkling blue eyes that outshone the sun, and the kelp entangled hair that glistened with the reflection from the moon. Her heaving breasts that had caused the man in him to want her body for his own sexual pleasures, and that oh so innocent smile that had replaced the pure animal lust within him with a more protective desire to take her in his arms and cherish her.


He had not kept her appearance a secret, he had told everyone he had met, and he had talked and talked and talked. 

 

He wanted to tell everyone about his dream girl, his mermaid from the deep, his beautiful fish tailed siren. 

 

But would they listen to him? The answer was no, a resounding no! 

 

He was laughed at, ridiculed, pointed at and made out to be the village idiot, and all just because he wanted to share what he had seen. 

 

But he didn't care, he would see her again, he knew he would see her again, he had to see her again. Otherwise, well otherwise he would go crazy.


Another tear ran down his face as he once again looked at the vacant rock where his angel had once sat. 

 

He realised that maybe they were right, maybe he was mad, just a demented old fool, someone that had let his dreams overtake reality. 

 

His heart wrenched tear fell to the sand and along with his hopes and dreams soaked into nothingness.

 

He turned away and looked no more. 

 

He must preserve his sanity at all costs. 

 

So he walked away and returned to the boredom of his sad uneventful life.


This meant that he was not there an hour later when a ripple formed in the water, as a dream like beauty pulled herself from the sea and perched on her favourite granite rock. 

 

She looked around, but he was not there. 

 

Maybe it was her imagination but she was sure she had seen love in his eyes.

 

Maybe if she waited he would return.

 

But no she thought to herself, she was being foolish. 

 

She slipped off the rock once more and plunged deep into the dark forbidding sea, back to reality she told herself, back in the water where nobody could see her tears.



The End

...
The Black in me is sharp
My skin speaks for itself
It shines and glows
Like black pearls on a shelf

Don't question me of me
No don't do that at all
Just enjoy my light 
Cause my color stand tall

I am proud to be here
I am proud with every right
Outstretched arms hugging all
One love that's my fight

Shout and rejoice 
I am Black and proud
I am one in a million
I am unique from the crowd.
...

 

 

It’s like I’m trying to reach you

But same time I can’t seem to

Get it out and get straight through

What I need and want to tell boo

 

My feelings you heard before

My expressions I expressed

But no matter what though

Actions speak louder than words I know

 

More I think of them

More I think over them and about them

It’s much more what I want to let out

I’m losing count I can’t count them

 

It’s like I know you then I don’t

When I want to get that point

Seems like I wont

But I will in due time I know

We are getting there slow but in time it’s much more

 

The type of relationship I am aiming to

I want to work out well with me and you

Everything to be real and true

Just the truth and no drama and games with you boo

 

See only two has had you in love

Hun Love you twice

And I felt, and I feel for a third one

But just give me time and opportunity

 

I believe actions will speak louder than words

Come and believe....

 

Is it wrong for a man to cry?

Does he suffer pain as well?

And like any other, one day die

 

Cry a little or a few

Everyone does, even all of us and you

Put away the shame, and just try for a change

You cry as well, and men do the same

 

Express the emotion

Whatever tears flow

Feelings are very much truthful

Just allow it to show, when you do so

 

Still the same man after you cry

Let them all run freely

Then quickly they’ll dry

 

Smile through your tears and reveal what’s inside

Instead of trying to hide

Let out what’s behind

And you’ll be surprised what you find

 

There’s nothing for a man to realize

Anyone may, and everyone can

Remember all of us do, even I

At some point in time, every man cries....


A young mother forced to sell her soul for a piece of gold,
For her four babies, starving at home all alone

No one cares about the way she wears her hair,
They couldn’t care less about the dress she wears.


A young boy walks a lonely street at night,
Hunger burns his tiny tummy, “it’s not alright”

Climbing up into an old man’s van,
where the end of his life just began.

How can we humans still live this way,
Seeing a life in trouble then turn & walk away

If you live with more than most others,
You should hang your head in shame,
for each human was born to be the same.

There’s a loving mama of twelve,
She believes in heaven & hell

An honest day’s work is her only yield,
Her hands forever bleed from the cotton fields

A mother says goodbye to her only son,
As an army man hands him his first shotgun

All he is told to survive is “be strong son & do try to make it home to your mum.”

What is humanity meant to believe?

Why doing everything is not all this government has you’ll need

Hide your beliefs from the streets,
If you are seen people scream you must be a terrorist

Racism has gone far beyond the colour of our skins
Is this really the world you wish to live in?


...

Echoes from childhood memories,

warn of dangerous nights,

down to my land of no lights.

Carrying throughout my years,

with only faded reasons why.

Following deep into my middle season,

versions I once had to silence forgotten fears.

Creating a new value,

I'm to learn somewhere here.

Finding value in discovering how to fully embrace,

Where a reliable, unforgettable love would shine through

Recovering from those hateful thoughts,

Always being found, just beneath an unnerving reality,

Those lifecycles playing out in those unheard cries,

A girls dreams to escape the evil moments over and over,

her reality hits, knowing to never hold such peace.

Her heartbroken, forgotten, young life, forever to reside within...

‘THE SOUNDS OF SILENCE ’

...
Cottage Grove, Oregon is a beautiful place; With historical buildings and a most colorful face.

It has covered bridges and bicycle trails; And gold miner’s dreams full of memorable tales.

It has many good things to satisfy our wants; Like a hospital, a theater, and several restaurants.

It’s a town with treasures too many to tell; Churches, autumn leaves, and a coming carousel.

It also has golf courses, two to be exact; Rodeo grounds, schools, rivers, and a racetrack.

Festivities are happening all the year round; Fairs, Bohemia Mining Days, and parades abound.

The town is one that we can proudly share; From its parks and two lakes to lots of fresh air.

For all of the people who live in and around; Such a wonderful place to be, we call it Our Town.
...
The river flows across the land with the greatest of ease. It twists and turns on its long journey to the seas.

Over mountains and through gullies it flows. It will follow any course of which God has chose.

The river can be said to possess no gender. But its enrapturing outline has a magnificent splendor.

Much more thoroughly than any man-made force. It cuts and grinds its way through its own course.
...
Life moves swiftly forward as we walk down the path together hand-in-hand. Every instant we share encompasses a treasured time to remember. The moments lie together along the path and light the way for others to follow.
 
Our love and compassion for each other shines brighter than the brightest star. The brilliance radiates outward into the world that we share together. With its fiery glow, we are able to walk down the path in daylight or darkness.
 
Together, we walk along the path always trying our best to do the right things. Sometimes we stumble over rocks and have to help each other up. Once back on our feet, we proceed swiftly and effortlessly again on our venture.

We have chosen to walk together, holding hands, along the pathway of life. For us, there is no other way to travel than to do it with each other. There is no end to the path as it continues going forward into the coming future.

My beloved, we are blessed with all the beautiful things that life has brought us. We look forward and know that many, many more things will come. There will never be an end to the lighted path, for it shall lead onward forever. 
...
It looks so harmless
The dance, rapid and painful
Fire, inside the skin.
...
An animal like an animal
Skull inhabited by worms
Eye socket enveloped by brain
A monster indeed.

A brainwashed entity
Understands the "go language"
Failure is not an option
Blood must flow.
An excerpt from THE TERRORIST INCLINATIONS.
...
Some appoint self
Others by hierarchy
And necessity-
Some by the Devil
But few by God
Oh!
Our lot today
Everywhere is blooming
With false hands
So cherished but evil
Who will save us,
You and me
In God's hand.
Copyright 2019,  Victor Ehighaleh.

...
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Where are your bones, I wonder?

Your dust, your last breath?

I see you queued with your mates

In your final military assembly:

            Bates next to Beasley

            Gillum next to Green

            And so on.

It is a moment captured forever in brass letters,

The year scuffed and barely legible.

How does a hero sleep?  Do you dream of past valor?

Or soft shoulders and tender kisses lost forever?

This once hallowed ground is swathed in weeds,

Cannons and missiles rusted and impotent,

The fence sagging with age.

People pass by, but nobody sees.

Even the names have become ghosts.

John W. Bebout  2018

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