Part VII The story of you

Sep 2014

Phosphorimental

I Polish Mirrors (a Joe Cole poem, "My Story")

I polish mirrors

My story is the collision of what I say
with what you hear or
something careless
That I’m here for

just a sentence
Poorly wrapped
A bow untied
    Unzipped
          Unstacked

All fallen rose petals
Under-watered
wilted pages
Roots of wounded
Periphrasis

Antlers shed
Their velvet read
With some words flown
from lips and bone
much is left      unsaid

Forensics show my story
     s-stumbled
Witnesses heard three shots fired
My story channels
Along sidewalk seams
It seems my time expired

That I was right handed
makes my writing
average
marginalized
a ricochet of plans gone awry
Life stays two paces
ahead of mine

Still this story missed it’s stop
Back to the pages of *your story again
when do I drop my polishing cloth
where does this sentence end?

Joe Cole is writes poetry. A good man who asks we write - for him for ourselves. It seems a seat is reserved for him in the forum of poets - you may sit anywhere else but there! Thanks Joe. (I broke the six stanza rule...another story of my unruly life...)

Sep 2014

Shaded Lamp

incomplete

Without direction
Just here to live, love
and cause as little harm as possible on the way
I repair my torn clothes
Wear shoes till they leak
and treat my mind and body the same
Mother earth inspires
Humanity fascinates
Society irritates
Guess that's why I dig the blues

My Story for Mr. Cole

Sep 2014

Babu kandula

726. Story of me(Joe cole challenge)

Story of me

Frankly
I am not Gautham(nick name)
I am Babu(given name)

Amateur writer

Am waiting for
A meaning of life

this was my dream

Not at all satisfied
And convinced
With my work
Here

Credits to all my
Inspirations
Especially
Joe cole
Elizabeth squires
Pradip chattopadhyay
Marian(her family Hilda,Timothy)
Venusoul
There are more
Sorry for my disability
couldn't mention everyone
By name

Sorry
It's very difficult for a
Person like me to write
About Myself

Sep 2014

Shruti Atri

About My Story (for Joe Cole's Challenge)

I've had a life in the arms of peace;
I've lived a life with a heart for love.
I've been content in the themes of sorrow,
And the seasons of delight.

I've seen chapters start and end.
I've completed numerous volumes,
In the ink of tears and smiles;
And moved onto sequels and new characters.

--
My story is simple and incomplete--
It isn't a tale yet, just a work in progress.
It lives in the fulfilment of my dreams;
I wish to make it a masterpiece!

I hope I succeed till my last season,
Little by little, minute by minute...
Living in the throes of vibrancy,
Without regrets and with a hint of grace.

I wish to grow into an oldie in that last winter,
With a garden full of trees, each tree a completed story.
And I hope I can remember my dreams as my life;
*Even at the end, I wish for the peace of fulfilment.

I've still got a long way to go...so I went onto write about what I want my story to be like.
I hope when I get to the end, I can write about the actual journey :)
Thank you for the theme Mr. Cole!

#peace #life #dreams #hopes #story #endurance #struggles #stilltooyoung #straightahead #fulfiment

Sep 2014

Xander King

I see you in the fall (Joe Cole Challenge)

I see you in the Fall
The red leaves whipping in the wind like your hair flowing behind you.
The chaotic movement connect to something
strong
sturdy
safe.
I see you in the fall.
The wind screaming in my ear
like you when the schizophrenia kicked in
terrifying
but beautiful
in a broken sort of way.
I see you in the fall.
Like the flowers that bend towards the slightest glimmer of sunlight
just as you would hold onto any ray of hope that came your way
like it was the last time you'd see it
I see you in the fall
as the trees show their branches
it leaves falling like your hair did
Beautiful
despite it's baldness
I saw you in the fall.
But now it's winter and like the leaves on the trees
You are gone.

This poem is to my mom who died of cancer, fall was her favorite season, and is now mine too.

#love #death #fall #beautiful #cancer #smile #cole #challenge #joe

Sep 2014

Francie Lynch

Who Am I?

Who am I?
I'm a piece of work.
A block of marble,
A chip of rock.
A driftwood face,
Waiting near a dock.
A song without refrain,
You won't sing again.
A pattern, pinned for sewing,
A garment good for stowing.
A man in queue,
Looking back at you.
A canvas smeared in gesso,
Leaning near a frame.
A sonnet missing
A rhyming couplet,
An octave and a sestet.
I am
A work in progress

For Joe's request.

Sep 2014

Poetic T

The Days of Me (joe cole challenge)

I was damaged, I was broken born
An incubator were the arms
I rested upon,
I left and real arms were felt,
Life was good for a while
Till parents
Did slam the door
Tears were many, hidden from our view,
"But was I to blame"
For many years I thought so,
My schools days
They were
Ups,
&
Downs,
Skinny White guy
Short and could run
Because of the Neanderthals
Knuckles scrapping upon the floor
I was like the wind
Feet,
Run,
Gliding.
Upon slab and tarmac,
But one only glides so much
Then came the fall,
And I fell hard upon
Fist,
Foot,
&
Word
After days, months, years
The running stopped
1 tablet
2 tablet
10 tablets more
Three times tested
I
Awoke
Confused
Once again life a cruel joke.
But I learnt that death didn't want me,
And after the third,
I clicked,
It is not me
Those who pummelled
Those of venom spit,
I was stronger now
They were the joke
I grew stronger in sprit,
I thought I could cope
"But I was broken"
Never seeing the cracks
/
\
/
\
And in late teens
Like a bull charging my mind broke,
Shattered,
Pieces,
Lay,
In bed, I lay never leaving
"A worried mother"
I hardly spoke,
Many days or weeks had past,
I don't know when but
"Like a jigsaw my mind mended,"
Not fully
Anger crept in,
But then I saw a few of those
Neanderthals
Who while at school
Were the cool kids
The ones who taunted others,
And the
Mighty
Had,
Fallen,
Real life not being what
They had hoped,
Fallen from grace,
But I felt sorrow for them
For I knew what was
Important,
Life
Family,
Love,
And I had stumbled
And many times I had fell
But now my life was for living,
This was just the first twenty years
My life was akin to a soap opera,
Days of our lives,
Coronation street,
All rolled in to one,
There were many more stories
Nutty adventures, pick axe handle to the face,
But that is for another time, goodnight & live well.

Sep 2014

Musfiq us shaleheen

As I told you my story

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In my springtime,
when moonlit was falling from her(moon) height
mother was lip syncing the lullaby
and I turned to sleep
It grew a sweet dream of summer
that was created too many stir of dreams

Then I can remember,
when every year,
late autumn had come,
I kept my kite on the blue sky
that was floating with drifted clouds
and I was awaking again with a big shout
sometimes I had seen supernatural shadows on the evening sky

If I address my adult young
When the mystic purple camellia were blooming
the grasshoppers were rounding
and the beautiful shrubs of white flowers were dancing
with the gentle breeze,
I was wandering in the ground
then the bees were humming around
when I painted her wild beauty
and it seemed me as a sweetie

I know you say me a dreamer
but you don't know,
my grandfather was a farmer
and my father was a sailor
who was sailing away his life into the blue ocean

After then day by day I grew older
yet I have locked all those lost in a folder
and taken all those responsibility in my shoulder
after then I had fallen in too many doubts
it was again the too dark cloud’s shout
who are those dark clouds?
how did it melt and bring the tears!
how the petals of roses grew wither!

Then I drafted,
crafted
and drifted all of my dreams
then a train had come to my known station
and carried me again from the dark to light

Again I have made a dream
and I sing a song of spring
after then I take a sad song
and try to make it delighted
that certainly it makes me rolling,
and moving towards the sweet summer
but again the monsoon has blown
towards the dry leaves of murmur
and slowly and slowly,
it has swiped me toward the sound of banner
that was passing through my life
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@ Musfiq us shaleheen

(for Joe Cole),
My dearest poet Joe Cole's 7th Challenge: The story of you
Here I try myself to write about me, a poetry for his challenge

#heartbreak #dream #life #hope #time #dark #change #sweet #inspiration #season

Sep 2014

Louise

My Story (Joe's challenge)

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So you want my story
the story of my life
the secrets I have kept,
the many I've tried to hide

You don't want to know
the story or the tale
let's just not mention it
the past, on its ship did sail

I'm continuing to let go
of the past and the hurt
I'm a woman that's still growing
leaving behind the bruised little girl

One day I will be healed
and maybe sleep at night
hopefully before I've completed
the story of my life

◇

Sep 2014

Jack

me...in a poetic nutshell

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Marching in the parade of fools
Trumpets blare and leading the pack
Nothing more than a dreamer, dreaming
Looking for the next day
The next step in this life
That sometimes seems worth it
And sometimes doesn’t

Feeling the pain of every saddened heart
Taking the weight upon my shoulders
Wishing to bring peace
Though often told I can’t know this pain
That I fit this parade perfectly
No one wants my help
But still I offer a hand

A deep lover of love…a believer that is comes
Waiting with a fragile heart
Too much understanding for my own good
Some one who can see but often wishes he couldn’t
A sponge, learning, absorbing, wanting
A white knight often with a tarnished shield

Unhappy with what I am, not who I am
Concerned about what I will become
But never fearing of death
That is another parade I know I will participate in
Tossing confetti in hopes
I am remembered, one way or the other
Nothing much...nothing more than

me…in a poetic nutshell

For Joe Cole's latest challenge

Sep 2014

Tryst

Story of You

Virtual strangers, with a passion
Not for fashion, but the dangers
Of sharing desire, secrets kept
In the depths arising to transpire
Into words scrawled upon the stage
Of the poets page; once you crawled
From the unknown into the bright lights
And dizzying heights, and fully grown
You have emerged to offer up ideas
And ideals, encouraging through words
Those just taking their first poetic steps,
Mere children and yet, great poets in the making.

First published 16th Sept 2014, 10:00 AEST.

Sep 2014

Tryst

Story of Me

Another voiceless voice, unseen, unheard;
How then can one begin to understand
Or know a man by just his written word,
Or know a man when all his words are planned?

And if we meet in passing in the street,
And by some chance have cause to thus converse
And share of life's adventures all replete,
Would I bestow thee with some clever verse,

So two lost souls may swift identify
With kindred spirits hidden there beneath
The facets of these strangers passing by
And seek to know the poets underneath?

Dear friend, alas my silence would dismay
And strangers still, we'd go our merry way.

First published 16th Sept 2014, 15:20 AEST.

Sep 2014

Twinkle

The story of you! (Joe Cole's Challenge)

Joe Cole's Challenge I wanted to take
Pen my thoughts on paper to share
The first of its kind for me
To share my life story in a poetry

My life's story I am and going to tell
To share a piece of my heart just as well

So I sit down thinking, what I could share?
The memories come back my soul to bare

It's been a long time since I connected
Reached behind those walls
which have my heart protected
I bury deep and I can see
I've made peace with my
past so I can feel (nothing)

Those long moments buried in memories
Where a little girl embarked on her life journey.

A difficult child she was proclaimed
Oft would break her parents to tame
Rebellious and free she wanted to break free
Find out the reasons to all her queries

Answers were not that forthcoming
Sheltered a life she lived, was her feeling
But evil had other plans,
for as soon as she set foot on alien shores
All the monsters came tumbling out of closed doors.

Life wreaked in havoc
Betrayed by friends
Poor judgement and bad decisions
Made her profane
The vicious vortex kept her in spin
Salvation looked like a distant dream

Anger at the world made her lash out
Though she was successful, inside she was a doubt
If I keep my exterior a fake
I can survive longer than it takes.
She kept her life a make believe
She had no friends her heart to relieve.

She looked for love in wrong places
Broke her heart on few of the *****
Yet not a single of those lads
Took courage to love her a tad
Her heart felt the ache and longing
Wanted to understand why it was failing

Till one fine day, down in the dumps
she called out in despair
Begged on heaven gates for her soul to repair
Save her from the vortex that would drown
Stop the angry world on her to frown

Christ's redeeming light came to her aid
Broke the ******* and her sins forever bade
That day she turned to her Christ her light
Only He could be her heart's delight.
All wrong relationships fickle in her sight
She bid darkness forever goodnight

Now her life is just a day to day story
Through her love and pain give Christ glory
The demons and monsters keep surfacing from time to time
But for her Christ's light will always shine.

Give hope to those in despair and pain
Heaven's dearest treasures to gain
Share Christ's love and unyielding hope
Be grateful for all she has and more.

Treasure every relationship in Christ profound
He alone blesses, His graces abound
Though I make mistakes I'll try not to loose sight
Know what is wrong and from evil take flight

While on this earth I'll tarry so long
Yearning to sing my heavenly song.
When my time is up I'll fly to HIM
Free at last His perpetual praises to sing!

The story of my life, being saved by Jesus through Faith. I am a Catholic, but never understood this till I made Jesus my personal Lord and Saviour.

This is the 1st time I thought of taking Joe Cole's challenge. For me it is not a challenge but an opportunity to witness to Christ's redemptive love and saving grace. Please give me your feedback on how I fared.

#love #life #story #jesus #joecolechallenge