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 Jun 2016 Happynessa
Lora Lee
You
      I see
in smile-crinkled eyes
our later emotional distance
would have led
to my demise

You
how we reunified
awkward, then sweet
I almost didn’t recognize
              this frail man
standing by
the train station street
only when you
waved, started
limping did I understand
       And I said, "No! Wait" and
flew over to you,
a five-year- wait
for a bearhug
  so long overdue

You had forgotten your cane
in the excitement
of it all
My heart was strained
in tenderness
and worry that you
would fall

You
only you
could always make me
laugh uncontrollably
embarrassing me
in NY streets
   with songs and general madness
teaching me about life
on our city walks
and talks
observations made
through Second Avenue
diners
   and Sunday parks
our secret language
           and made-up
funky creature
our "who's gonna eat
the most spicy thing"
an essential
Chinese restaurant
                  feature

I cried each night
for a month
after you left the house
          thinking you left because of me
even though you and mom
explained it countless times
that this was untrue
but alas--- seven-year-olds
have their reveries
and when you did remarry-
a few years later
I grew to love her, too

My crazy-sweet
quietly loving
always open to me
never judging
How I hurt you
So unintentionally
And how finally,
in such grace,
you came back to me

You
are still my precious
bear hug sweet daddy
survivor of war
of car accidents
always wanting me
to meet my dreams
I think of you, now
so lonely
over there
I sit in my solitude
quietly stare

How ironic
We are again close
yet an ocean apart
a phone line's airwave
away
from my
        open heart



'
For my Dad. Love always
Your favorite song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l3LFML_pxlY
Loneliness is now upon his throat

I know it for sure
What ails him hasn't a cure
He's shrinking like a sinking boat.

On the perch a plumed pain
He's lost without a care
Tells the vacant stare
Dooming into a never regain.

Death is an easy height to scale
When life remains to grieve
Without any incentive
As love retires to a dark well.

He's fading in the lost glory
And I know it for sure
What's killing him has no cure

My budgie called Story.
I named him Kahini, the Bengali for story.
His partner died a few days back.
 Jun 2016 Happynessa
ryn
"Yet you feed us lies from the tablecloth"
- B.Y.O.B. by System of a Down*

We sat across the table
as we feasted on misguided notions.
Our integrity tenderised,
thoughts manipulated,
traded with unconditional compassion.

Twisted ideals,
served upon the finest china.
Delectable treats,
laced with shards of
such distorted agenda.

Multi-faceted truths,
all lobbied for self-centred gains.
We're the ones who'd worry
and cower under tattered brollies...
To anticipate for when it would rain.

Between us still sat the table.
We'd still be served age-old (t)ale
while the room stank of rancid broth.
But I have lost my appetite
the moment we were fed lies...
Offered on the most extravagant tablecloth.
i.

night pours water
from a jug,

the earth is softened by
the tears of the rain.

ii.

i dream, the dark
unravels its flowers,

ghosts whistle and hum.

iii.

we pocketed stars and honey
moons, unwrapped summer seas
our love more tender than dream,
our love the night’s caverns
of black inks, timeless and
filled with dark golds.  

iv.

you wrap your legs
around mine and we sink forever,
sink like the sway of a tide
emboldened with love.
The surface
Like a skin
Remains
Unbroken

Beneath
Limbs are thrusting
Powerfully
Lungs are straining
Burning
Bursting
With effort

Above
Eyes are watching
Waiting
As sunlight ripples
Innocently
Across patterns
Of liquid fabric

Two separate worlds
Joined
Without seems
Lie side by side
A shift in one
Swallowed
By the other

Nervous
Minutes pass
As weight
Pushes down
Pressing
Air into water
Longer
Longer
Until

Life
Breaks through
Every fibre
Stretched
Expressing
The miracle of transcendence
The ability
Of existence
In two worlds
19th June 2016
 Jun 2016 Happynessa
JRF
I've Got Wings

I could fly away
from you,
but you clipped them, didn't you?
You want me
to be caged.
This is how you like me.
Flightless.
Without hope.
But they do grow back, you know.
These are the secondary feathers that have no blood vessels so you can't really hurt me or keep me
flightless.
I can still fly and I can still navigate and find my way
past you.
I can find
my way
home.
A poem for everyone that feels caged and flightless...
 Jun 2016 Happynessa
Stephan

Fade to night
in starlight drippings
The full moon sings
enchanted song
When turquoise tints
horizon’s dreaming
Can sunrise wait
for very long

In hues of gold
and amber teasings
On Jasmine breeze
your fragrance flies
My heartbeat swirls
at last believing
I breathe a sigh
to morning skies
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