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Wish I could read every book
In this world.
Wish I could shake every hand
That hasn't harmed an other
Unjustly.

If only I could press that heart-
Shaped button for every poem
I read,
And inhale every poem of every
Poet that ever pressed one
Under any of mine.
And those of any that didn't.

I see gems with each scroll.
Bits of lives, heartbeats,
Some broken, some healing,
Some full of nothing but
Gratitude. Some filled with voids.
So many laughs. I wish I could
Share your every one
With you.

If I try to hold on to it all,
I'll lose my mind.
And track of my time.

I see poetry in every post.
Wish I could comment on them all.
Some I may not fully agree with,
But praise to all that write.

I have been gifted with so much
Response from so many.
I've tried to reply and thank
Each one,

But I am just one man.
A tired construction worker with
Band aids on every finger
At times.
Their tips hurt from sharp screws,
Hammer blows and rushed
Carving, then typing.
Head from digging in these
Second language parts
Of my simple Norwegian
Workman's brain.

Living a full, fantastic life.
One that I cherish
To write about.
To share. To express to myself,
And in the same breath
Anyone wanting to read.
I suppose we all carry some shade
Of that same feeling.
That's why we're here.
To share.

This site has been more than
Therapy to me.
It has been a home.
A sanctuary.

Some small, huge egos
Cry for fairness and attention,
Mouthing the three ugliest
Words I know:
What
About
Me?


But dark shapes in contrast
Create fulfilment within the art.
So what the hell, all balloons are
Mostly nothing but air. Anyway.

I hope I have inspired some.
I know I have made others feel
Neglected and unappreciated.
Well, it's a dance floor
Full of toes, and it's only human
To have a left leg or two.
Nothing's worth taking too
Seriously. I should know.
I have.

I'll still dance my heart out,
Laughing along with all others
That do. It's a Kindergarten
Universe. Play. Eat. Nap.

I thank you for every Follow.
Each and every Like and
Comment.
Every Collaboration.
Every Unfollow.
Every Block.
A full life is full of everything.

We are all single humans. Yet
Not one is here alone.
There's poetry dancing in
Your every
Movement.
There's life in every heart.

I love words.
I love life;
I love your every
Heart.
My thoughts were untameable.
In a single moment, I changed gears.
I started struggling to keep up.
And my thoughts no longer
Flow.
Everything moves too fast anyway.
My mind is thick, my thoughts are
Slow.
Viscosity-defining a liquids resistance to flow.
Discordant sounds; shrill, jarring,painful.
Two rivers, a valley, a town or two separate me from the cacophony.
I listen closely and still don't hear your blessing.
If it existed at all, it was lost in the air, battered by the chaos.
It's all I listen to anymore, the pandemonium.
It is my wish to ascend, to search from above for the long-sought approval.
I will try for the sake of my own tomorrow.
Come we'll attach a string onto your memories
And put them as lanterns , onto the emerald trees

Inflammable spark like magic is to thrive
Watch then , how the mind's luminosity comes alive

From shade lit afternoons laying blankets beneath the oak
Until ,the moon sprinkles ethereal stardust for us to soak

Let's pen down soul's poetry , to bring back lost hope
While the fireflies make light within the lantern's envelope

There's a calling in those verses ,to rekindle the broken bond
Sharing their poetry on paper boats ,two friends across the pond .

Arising to leave , unkept promises they vow to keep
To meet again , when the sun embraces the other side with a leap.
For all my friends !!! Lost and found ;)
~

~Marmalade skies~



one spoon at a time they feed

the morning horizon

Soft offerings of color

picked ripe from the vine



~Cantaloupe dreams~



a small slice of moon

the dawn’s crescent smiles on me

with a Cheshire grin

cocked slightly to the side



~Plum pudding blankets~



suspended above life, moving slowly

but coming of the day

as alarms break the solitude

nestled in down pillows



~Raspberry whispers~



singing the scent

of the fresh sunrise dew

on wishes coated in sparkling splendor

and footprints beyond the gate



~Nectarine blessings~



sweet on my lips

beneath an orchard arbor

I hold you close of my morning

and taste the bounty of your love
The Sun, He calls to me
And I go to Him with a subtle hesitation
Knowing I’ve been hurt before
(I knew that I’d been hurt before)
But still I run
And fall down before Him
And He kisses my cold white face
And I melt under His hot red heat
And He says He will make me beautiful
And I believe Him
(and I believed Him)
And the longer I stay, the harder it is to leave
He begs of me a few more minutes
And then a few more
And more
And He tells me He loves me
And I love Him back
(and I loved Him back)
And then the time comes when we both must depart
And I wave goodbye
And He tells me to come back soon
And I tell Him I will if He does
But after He is gone
It takes me some time to realize
That I am not the same
(and I am not the same)
Because He has stained me with His crimson mark
Burned me with His good intentions
Blinded by His beauty I allowed my surface to be altered
And the sting on my flesh is a familiar one
Because this is not the first time
This happens to me year after year
And I never learn
Because He looked so innocent
So enticing
         So intoxicating
And He called to me
And I could not refuse
(and I cannot refuse)
But that was the last time
(and this is the last time)
Why
Why
Why
Why

Why did I follow you?
And why did I listen to you?

(
Why, O Why
O why, O Why)

Why did I trust in you?
(In my pain)
Why did I go to you?
(Well I've been changed)

You can, you can,
You can try

But I've got some news for you
(I've got news;
I'm through with you)
Listen, now I'm done with you

I'm sick of your game
I don't want to play
My time with you is done
So just go away

I've got news for you
(This is long past due)
And punk, I'm done with you
(Devil, I am through)

I am sick of your game
I don't wanna play
My time with you is done
So just go away

I am not your slave
I've got the key to your chains
By the *Blood
I was saved
So, devil, no more games

That's right, I'm done with your game
I'm not going to play
I have felt your pain
And Jesus is the way

Sin, you've had your fun
But now I'm free
And this is done
(If you were smart
Then you would run)
I've got the key
God sent his Son

You came after me
Now I'm coming after you
You took over like a ****
But, see, now my heart is new

You're still chasing after me
I do not belong to you
I am done with your games
I'm not going to play
I'm not following you
I know Jesus is the way

You came after me
Now I'm coming after you
And today now you will see
What I'm gonna do to you

I'll expose your lies
And I'll cut your ties
I will spread the Truth
And you will be despised

Light will burn your ships
And it will melt your chains
Oh, you made me sick
But I am not the same

I am done with your game
I have found the way
(Now whatch'you gotta say,
devil, whatch'you gotta say?)

You came after me
Now I'm coming after you
You should run, now, when you see
What I'm gonna do to you

I'll expose your lies
(Yeah, I'm coming back at you)
I will cut your ties
(I am gonna scream the truth)
I have played your game
And you had me asking why
But I am free of your chains
And your turn has come to cry

You came after me
(Now I've been set free)
Now I finally see
(Soon the world will see)
It's time for you to flee
(You've no power over me)

'Cause only God has victory
I said only God has victory
(and soon the world will see)
That only He has victory

Every tongue and every knee
One day all the world will see
That only *God
has victory
You've no power over me

Only God has victory
So, devil, listen to me
I've been freed from your chains
See, only God has victory
So, devil,
       *No. More. Games.
|Written April 8th, 2011|
*from my Ignite collection, being poem #3. Please see the collection page itself. P.S. I made a mistake in the order when I originally posted this. This was written the day before "Alive", and so should come first.

I wrote this one with some musical intention, but finished it in a form that didn't fully work for a song. I tried later refining it more into a working song form, i.e. with a fluid, consistent verse/chorus format, and while there are some ideas I like, I haven't got far in making progress on the true song version of this one, and have had trouble sorting it all out in a way that I like that feels natural and works.

The imagery of an army's ships being burned while docked on enemy shores was still fresh in my mind from reading Homer's The Illiad the previous year in Language Arts.

© 2017 A.D. Sifford.
I'm okay with you sharing my poems, but I ask that you show courtesy. Please be honest about the authorship by attributing it to my name. Thank you,
- Sifford
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