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Jul 2013 Jami Samson

Queen

Jul 2013 Jami Samson

Geno Cattouse

Queen

Her name was Diana.
She was my queen. Her eyes soulful
Her spirit was clean.
I betrayed her love. With cold calculation.
Numbers .

Choices shaped by urgent circumstance.
The scales tipped away.

She spoke to me from a far place untrod .

I saw her in the flesh again. The woman stood next to me.
A total stranger. She spoke with care and compassion though
Her voice was not the same.The spirit arced the void.The eyes.

Her  body was a replica down to the way she stood. The face older,
the lines less sharp.
Her husband stood by quietly as we moved in the queue.
A prop. Voiceless.

Then and there I knew.
Diana had touched me over the years but she never came to me
This way. I struggled.
But I  could not. Make.the leap and so
She went her way with.    Strange goodbyes.

I knew she waited for me.
She said she.would in life.
She had forgiven my betrayal

Oh how she loved me. And oh how I loved her so.

She spoke to me from the grave. Her power was
Always pure love.
The breezes blew the flame from her candle
Her candle stood alone in the whipping wind.
Where I left her standing

Years ago I left her standing as the world cruelly closed in.
The hounds of her existence claimed her.
She will be mine again.
Those eyes that so engulfed me.

That heat that ever loved me.
Goodnight my sweet. Rest again.
My journey leads back to you.

In time the circle will close.
Goodnight my queen.
I know that you await.
Rest my queen.
Unspoken as before.

The boatman
Stands on the far bank.
His fare in hand.
I love you.
I always have done.

Read THE LINK. This happened on veterans day as I stood in line to board The U.S.S. Idaho for a tour.
Repressed until now. Wow.

Jul 2013 Jami Samson

I Wanna Get to Know You

Jul 2013 Jami Samson

Dylan

I Wanna Get to Know You

I wanna get to know you,
more than just your name.
There's lots that I can show you,
do you wanna know my name?

Try as I might,
nothing feels right,
I weep every night.

When I get home,
I'm all alone,
I cry and I moan.

Read me a story,
from your book of Truth.
There's lots that you could show me,
I want to know you.

When no one's near,
I cower in fear;
I've nothing that's dear.

Nothing I say
could make it okay,
so I'll find my own way.

What's gunna stop us
from seeing eye-to-eye?
Nothing's gunna stop us,
so why not try?

When I get old,
or so I've been told,
I'll die on my own.

I can't act brave,
I've no one to save;
I'll dig my own grave.

If I'm wrong
will you correct me?
Then point me towards
brighter memories?

Jul 2013 Jami Samson

nothing is inanimate, everything can leave

Jul 2013 Jami Samson

Sarina

nothing is inanimate, everything can leave

From the age of seven, I decided it was easier
to throw myself against a wall
than to cause any harm to the stuffed animal under my arm.

I attribute feelings to everything that can be touched
or confirmed by science –
on May 23rd, the wind wanted a companion,
by July, it lived with a birdhouse, in a happy yellow –

and so I fear hurting a chair,
suffocating my hairbrush through tangles, angering some
blankets left unused at the end of our bed.

I do not fear hurt, I fear causing it. I smack my head with a
fist when mother says
that sometimes punching pillows can help ease pain
because I need to stay on their good side.

Jul 2013 Jami Samson

acrostic

Jul 2013 Jami Samson

Sarina

acrostic

Somewhere there is
a boat made of sunstone crystals. Watch the
river flatten
its tongue underneath your sails and color
night. The world around you
always shimmers, the sky’s full of gemstones.

Jul 2013 Jami Samson

naivety

Jul 2013 Jami Samson

Sarina

naivety

Eight years my senior,
I wonder what I would have thought of him as a child
if I would really think of him at all. I could
have become quite obsessed, worry about his whereabouts past
my bedtime, when I should be asleep and he is anywhere
being almost a man. It could be frantic
or peaceful – like what is called the wise mind.
I had it as a child more than I do today, an inner confidence
that he might put his hand to my face
and give me the time of day,
have the deep attachment of two friends who cannot
break trust. Then again, it is much more difficult to hurt a kid’s
heart and not want to piece it back together again.

Jul 2013 Jami Samson

natural (haiku)

Jul 2013 Jami Samson

Sarina

natural (haiku)

haikus are about
nature - here is one about
his haematite hair.

I am doing a 30 Day Poetry Challenge. This is day four:

Write a haiku (a three line poem where the first line has 5 syllables, the second line has 7 syllables, and the third line has 5 syllables). Haikus are often about nature, but yours can be about anything.

Jul 2013 Jami Samson

black and white thinking

Jul 2013 Jami Samson

Sarina

black and white thinking

mania is everyone you have ever met hiding in your bones
and depression is feeling them break, this
is supposedly the beginning and
end of life but I heard that those you love are
not even as large as the sky (I just don’t know for sure).

the thing is
everyone is a body of water, but nobody is an ocean
we can drown inside ourselves and

most importantly, we can drown inside another person too
(I just don’t want to believe that the man
I love could hurt me anymore than he already has).
somewhere there must be an island.

Jul 2013 Jami Samson

it's simple (haiku)

Jul 2013 Jami Samson

Sarina

it's simple (haiku)

he asks how lovers
sit still when one’s hand is not
holding the other’s.

Jul 2013 Jami Samson

jealousy

Jul 2013 Jami Samson

Sarina

jealousy

Your back looks like a brick wall
after climbing out from bed,
my fingernails give less scars than what
a blanket or two can do.

Do you
wrap them around your neck
while you sleep, do
you love them more than me?

I would give you my arms if you didn’t
already have them.

Jul 2013 Jami Samson

For You ♥

Jul 2013 Jami Samson

Marian

For You ♥

If I ever had a pedal harp
You'd be the first
I'd play it to
You'd be the first
To hear me pluck
My harp strings
May your heart strings
Play the finest melody ever
And may your life always be
The most surreal orchestra
I hope you don't leave here
May the Fairies dry your tears
And wipe your pretty blue eyes
If I ever had a viola or a violin
You would be the first to hear it
And I would teach you how to play it too
But since I don't have those instruments
All I can play for you is the piano
And I admit, I am not that good at it
If I ever wished a million wishes
And all of them came true
I would share them all with you
You are the world's greatest Dad
And I love you
And so does God and all of His Angels and Fairies
I hope you awaken to bluebells kissed with dew
And fields full of blooming flowers
And red crimson sunsets
Overlooking the beautiful ocean
That I talk about in my poems
Surrounded by palm trees
And gritty sand
And sandy seashells
Breezes tasting like coconuts and salt
I hope you awaken to sunrays
Glistening on the forest floor
And shining across that sequestered path
Take my hand and walk with me
And I'll wish you the sweetest of dreams
Dancing ferns, and lacy-green palms
Waltzing Fairies, and flying birds
Adorable Flamingoes
Mossy islands
And beautiful waterfalls
Bubbling creeks
And tall, tall mountains
Like the finest patchwork quilt
Singing rills
Sparkling snowflakes
And beautiful ocean treasures
All of it I'd wish in your dreams
The song of the pedal harp lulling you to sleep
Along with the majestic songs of the double bass
I love you, Dad and always will

*~Marian~

Written for my Dad Timothy!! :) You're the worlds greatest Dad!!
I love you and always will!!! <3 :)