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Yvonne
I met her yesterday, I asked for a picture I got one eye, no body shot, nothing, but that eye that looked into my soul, and now, yesterday has turned into years, she dispelled my fears, she made me the man i wanted to be, someone I could be proud of for someone to see, now I am real, now I can feel, she is my wonderful entity, that I will love for eternity!
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Posted: Nov 2021
About this poem:
She saved me!
Magma
Silent whispers of gas
Rises from caverns deep
Hints of smoke and steam
Ground pushed gravity rise from ash - heat and smoke flames from
Within caverns deep
Rising magma flow blows smoke and ash
Rivers flow like hot mooltan flames rising as water flows from deep
Tesions rise as hot melts the surface gravity falls and flows cascades it downward flow to oceans deep
Rises from caverns deep
Hints of smoke and steam
Ground pushed gravity rise from ash - heat and smoke flames from
Within caverns deep
Rising magma flow blows smoke and ash
Rivers flow like hot mooltan flames rising as water flows from deep
Tesions rise as hot melts the surface gravity falls and flows cascades it downward flow to oceans deep
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Posted: Oct 2021
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Evermore
Evermore(for Michael)
September's not a friend of mine,
In,fact it is a foe.
So many far off places, shoulder's shrugged,
And can only lamely lament,
that I simply, cold not go.
The days seemed to be,
a constant managerie. With, no place,
Safe enough to land,
Thus The struggle within doubts and mire.
For the two go hand in hand,,
And so I spent the summer, love.
Wrapped, cocooned, in your warm embrace,,
The sunlight, dancing, majestically, and,
Quite slowly, tracing new lines on my face..
Summer's always been my special love, ,
But, alas. August, is not anymore..
Perhaps, next year, I'll come sauntering up your walk.
Fall mums and leaves, crunching, neath my feet..
And leave a note upon your door.
Your's, for Evermore.
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Posted: Sep 2021
About this poem:
Our favourite season, or it was... just not the same, since my husband passed.. God, I miss him!
Sound
I'm searching for the sound
That keeps me bound
To find the key
To set me free-
As the bird flies
With fractured wings
Flying low
High, listen
The sound
Can't that bird sing?
As we all aim for the last fall
What do we recall-- This sound?
A choice of words
The sound of what we often heard
The key is near
And, as of what do we fear?-
The bird on the ground
The bird knows why
As it looks up towards the skies-
Lying down- on the mound
The sound
Can a bird cry?
As we all take our last stall
What should we call-- This sound?
I've found the sound
That kept me bound
I've found the key, finally
That sets me free-
Above the bird flies high
With fractured wings-
Listen, low
The sound
Can't that bird sing!?
As we all ascend to feel tall
Remember what we call- This sound
That keeps me bound
To find the key
To set me free-
As the bird flies
With fractured wings
Flying low
High, listen
The sound
Can't that bird sing?
As we all aim for the last fall
What do we recall-- This sound?
A choice of words
The sound of what we often heard
The key is near
And, as of what do we fear?-
The bird on the ground
The bird knows why
As it looks up towards the skies-
Lying down- on the mound
The sound
Can a bird cry?
As we all take our last stall
What should we call-- This sound?
I've found the sound
That kept me bound
I've found the key, finally
That sets me free-
Above the bird flies high
With fractured wings-
Listen, low
The sound
Can't that bird sing!?
As we all ascend to feel tall
Remember what we call- This sound
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Posted: Aug 2021
About this poem:
The song pertains to a little bit in everyone. The past, present, and future tense of what we had, what we lost, and regaining the strength to live on; but, also, to remind ourselves to never give up the thought of possibilities. I wrote this one 8-26-2021
"STRONGER?"
I wish I had my rose-coloured glasses,
so I could see the colours of your optimism.
You say we can be stronger than our painful wounds.
Maybe it's true.
Maybe I could play the same role again too.
I could love and get myself hurt,
all over again,
and survive through each rejection,
getting by after mind games
from every conniving player,
standing tall after the most familiar...
...sense of abandonment.
Yes, I can.
In fact, I've done that often.
I have no doubts over my own perseverance.
Remember, I've been so good at being alone.
For too long,
I've stopped with all the expectations.
I'm a lone warrior.
I've treated my own wounds,
by making myself feel numb.
I know I've been strong enough,
but what if I've grown tired?
What if I'm fed up with playing the same damn role?
R.
so I could see the colours of your optimism.
You say we can be stronger than our painful wounds.
Maybe it's true.
Maybe I could play the same role again too.
I could love and get myself hurt,
all over again,
and survive through each rejection,
getting by after mind games
from every conniving player,
standing tall after the most familiar...
...sense of abandonment.
Yes, I can.
In fact, I've done that often.
I have no doubts over my own perseverance.
Remember, I've been so good at being alone.
For too long,
I've stopped with all the expectations.
I'm a lone warrior.
I've treated my own wounds,
by making myself feel numb.
I know I've been strong enough,
but what if I've grown tired?
What if I'm fed up with playing the same damn role?
R.
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Posted: Jun 2021
About this poem:
About one's mental exhaustion ..."THE 3 A.M BREAKDOWN"
The dawn isn't close enough,
yet I am jolted awake
from a dream that felt
like a time machine,
throwing me back to the past, so mean.
Who has resurrected
this silly girl I once was?
I thought I'd left her buried,
dead and forgotten in the past.
Now her restless spirit has returned,
trying to take over
this same old body, heart, and soul,
if possible, swallowing me whole.
The current me is struggling
to keeps what's been mine all along.
Still, she is so damn stubborn,
demanding that she too stay in the present.
I wouldn't be having this breakdown
if she weren't carrying you in her mind.
This is not the time
to let her stick around.
Perhaps I must exorcise her again,
before she starts giving me a lot more
than this nonsensical, 3 a.m. breakdown…
R.
yet I am jolted awake
from a dream that felt
like a time machine,
throwing me back to the past, so mean.
Who has resurrected
this silly girl I once was?
I thought I'd left her buried,
dead and forgotten in the past.
Now her restless spirit has returned,
trying to take over
this same old body, heart, and soul,
if possible, swallowing me whole.
The current me is struggling
to keeps what's been mine all along.
Still, she is so damn stubborn,
demanding that she too stay in the present.
I wouldn't be having this breakdown
if she weren't carrying you in her mind.
This is not the time
to let her stick around.
Perhaps I must exorcise her again,
before she starts giving me a lot more
than this nonsensical, 3 a.m. breakdown…
R.
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Posted: Jun 2021
About this poem:
About a temporary setback in terms of mental health ...ERASED AND UNWRITTEN
They all say the same cliché:
“It's better to have loved than none at all.”
Our story had been short and not worth it,
yet I've been cursed with this ability;
this giant elephant memory.
Let's be selective?
Some advice to give.
It's been two years since you said you wanted to be
with no one else but me
until I realized I wasn't the only.
Oh, I had never been.
The story didn't just end there;
like some typical, cheesy rom-com plots
before the leading lady finally deserved
the prince charming she'd eventually get.
In this department, my storyline's been bleak,
‘though I still refuse to let myself get weak.
You were the monster with a handsome mask.
That must've been an exhausting task.
I was glad the truth was finally out,
as you ran off, ghosted me like a coward.
It's been a year since I heard my own version of happy-ending:
You're finally in prison.
Yay!
I felt so sorry about your youngest victims
who had probably known no concept of ‘consent'
when you chose to force her, leaving permanent scars.
I was off the hook;
probably the smallest casualty in your betrayal and wickedness,
but I guess I'm still dealing with my own hurt,
because the idea of starting over…
…is still as scary as the possibility…
…of facing another monster…
Our short, fabricated love story has never been worth remembering,
but I still can't erase it – so it's been permanently written,
a vivid reminder of my past failure
and why I glare at romance with cynicism…
R.
(Jakarta, October 1, 2020)
“It's better to have loved than none at all.”
Our story had been short and not worth it,
yet I've been cursed with this ability;
this giant elephant memory.
Let's be selective?
Some advice to give.
It's been two years since you said you wanted to be
with no one else but me
until I realized I wasn't the only.
Oh, I had never been.
The story didn't just end there;
like some typical, cheesy rom-com plots
before the leading lady finally deserved
the prince charming she'd eventually get.
In this department, my storyline's been bleak,
‘though I still refuse to let myself get weak.
You were the monster with a handsome mask.
That must've been an exhausting task.
I was glad the truth was finally out,
as you ran off, ghosted me like a coward.
It's been a year since I heard my own version of happy-ending:
You're finally in prison.
Yay!
I felt so sorry about your youngest victims
who had probably known no concept of ‘consent'
when you chose to force her, leaving permanent scars.
I was off the hook;
probably the smallest casualty in your betrayal and wickedness,
but I guess I'm still dealing with my own hurt,
because the idea of starting over…
…is still as scary as the possibility…
…of facing another monster…
Our short, fabricated love story has never been worth remembering,
but I still can't erase it – so it's been permanently written,
a vivid reminder of my past failure
and why I glare at romance with cynicism…
R.
(Jakarta, October 1, 2020)
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Posted: Jun 2021
About this poem:
A story of a long-distant relationship with a closeted monster / predator ...
ME PLURRY ORANGE SOCKS.
Oh to be in Orange on a Wintery day like today,
I'd need more than me Plurry sox to warm me body.
The locals love Orange they say its just the place to stay
but even though I don't drink I'd sure need a wee toddy.
Down to the pub I went to meet all the Orange locals
and as I walked in they all looked me up and down
Even Gazza and Fred Smith eyed me with their bi-focals.
But the locals gave me a warm welcome to their town
and yere the pub was good, the place really rocks.
Next time I come this way I'll stop and say g'day
but I'll be sure to bring me Orange Cardi & me Sox
cause I was frozen to the bone the whole of me stay.
................................................................Maymyo
I'd need more than me Plurry sox to warm me body.
The locals love Orange they say its just the place to stay
but even though I don't drink I'd sure need a wee toddy.
Down to the pub I went to meet all the Orange locals
and as I walked in they all looked me up and down
Even Gazza and Fred Smith eyed me with their bi-focals.
But the locals gave me a warm welcome to their town
and yere the pub was good, the place really rocks.
Next time I come this way I'll stop and say g'day
but I'll be sure to bring me Orange Cardi & me Sox
cause I was frozen to the bone the whole of me stay.
................................................................Maymyo
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Posted: May 2021
About this poem:
Have you ever been to Orange in the middle of Winter ? All you need is some warm clothes & a Toddy.The locals don't seem to mind the Winter but the travellers certainly feel it.
It certainly was an eye opener for this visitor and I have never forgotten the warm hospitality....Maymyo.
Why do you read my poems
Are you a vouyer to my past
To read my words
From my lifes journey
On my journey of life's toil
To find my hidden sole
my life
You read with such glee
To find that hint of me
My past my present
My future not told
I create these words from my heart
My words for
I can see
who i am but sometimes life hides this from me to the future life is hidden from me
On my ever ending posted life of me
To read my words
From my lifes journey
On my journey of life's toil
To find my hidden sole
my life
You read with such glee
To find that hint of me
My past my present
My future not told
I create these words from my heart
My words for
I can see
who i am but sometimes life hides this from me to the future life is hidden from me
On my ever ending posted life of me
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Posted: Mar 2021
Post CommentEnter the light i
I dreamed of light
A up hill tunnel so bright
Shines from heaven above
Voices heard from distant past
Familiar sounds Voices long gone
They sound familiar could be my mum
Long time gone taken in her prime
We dare not make a sound you listen to the sound as you follow the path of light your body lies motion gone now stiff to touch you lie the voices whisper come follow us you will have fun come to the light the jingle of keys locks now open do you want to follow us
Voice heard light shines so bright you try to focus blinded by the light your times not up go back from where you come
Motion regain breathing heavy
You back again from your journey to the light
A up hill tunnel so bright
Shines from heaven above
Voices heard from distant past
Familiar sounds Voices long gone
They sound familiar could be my mum
Long time gone taken in her prime
We dare not make a sound you listen to the sound as you follow the path of light your body lies motion gone now stiff to touch you lie the voices whisper come follow us you will have fun come to the light the jingle of keys locks now open do you want to follow us
Voice heard light shines so bright you try to focus blinded by the light your times not up go back from where you come
Motion regain breathing heavy
You back again from your journey to the light
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Posted: Mar 2021
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