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 Jul 2016 Jory
Xiomara Hussein
I crave to feel the pangs of anxiety fill my fleshy veins
Hastily they induce brief, jolting, electric, waves of tenderness
I am revitalized like cracked lips to a water drenched cloth
Suckeling the remnants of satisfaction
Ravenously the addiction sets in and swarms the empty worlds in between my teeth
Words filling them in as the deceit spreads
I am diseased and bewildered, I ache for the hazardous
It’s the lust and temptation of the night I fear will fade away
Bare white mountainous knuckles gripping to the guileless lucid ideas of serendipitous romances
Surrendering to the howl whilst giving in to the bittersweet and otherworldly seductions of marrow
Scraping pieces of the exceptions with a fine tuned whistle and blow deep into my mind's havoc
I’ve desired the ever changing hands of he to fool me perpetually
Unfamiliar lips in shapes and sizes fill my ears with ceaseless notions
Rippling soul shuddering vibrations as if they were the whispers of past lovers
There is no you definitively
Roaming vivaciously in darkened walkways
Sore blistering hands reach palms up beaten sweaty, uninhibited, and cool
Etching each tick of the patron clock into my skin, grimacing as the moments slip
For when the hue of the lunar’s menace gleam is no longer near
Tomorrow night you will be a different you
Tenderly forgiving the infractions of dusk’s wicked mystic
As l walk past immortalized shadows down by the sea to meet another hue
 Nov 2015 Jory
Nat Lipstadt
A Birthday Poem for Sally B:


the principal thing about principles,
like the concept of time,
that in time, with time,
they come to reflect our
immutable essence's own best reflection,
come only, round or square
come only, too little too late
come, too much too soon

so the simpler, the better,
so the matter
of what really matters
needs capture in some
capsulated summary form,
a daily vitamin for the soul

so I thank you for
the gift
of your birthday,
the anibersaryo of a day of naissance,
this one solo, kakaiba,
among the many,
a present presented to the world

*so on this particular day,
we must thank you
for the wonder of wonder
that justifies existence,
for what truly matters

cannot be created or destroyed,

and your matter, mass,
your presence's  Grace upon this earth,
graces the hearts of thousands,
today and forevermore

this is what matters and
can never be recreated,
can never be destroyed...

Oct. 24, 2015
6:24 am
dispatched from NYC
Oct 6, 2013      October 20, 2013
The Banyan Tree (A Tribute to Sally)
I am a man, grandfather to four.
Adherent to the same religion,

Breathing through mine eyes,
Exhaling carbon words,
That with time and pressure become
Poems, verbal musical notes upon life.

Each motion, from tiny to grand,
A capsule of expression,
That if examined under microscope,
Familial DNA, interconnected tissue,
Discovered, tho logic says,  
Time and distance render impossible.

But this is a diamond
This is a writ to be slipped
Upon the finger, the heart, the essence,
Of the only Banyan tree I have hugged.

This poem but a fig,
In the cracks of kindness,
The crevices of caring,
It has slow germinated.

You dear, Sally,
My host,
A building upon I can lean,
When wearied spirits uproot
My surficial composure.

Your seeds carried from east to west,
By a fig wasp, a bird unknown,
An ocean voyager, of indisputable vision, strength.

This seeded messenger, word carrier,
Supplanted in me, and your pupils,
Whose very names breathe poems,
in others too, like me and Atu,
Seeds to become new roots, but you,
Our Host official and forever
Planter of trees of loving kindness.

You already know with love and affection,
I call you Grandma Sally,
And when you ask, beseech,
I cannot refuse.

Together we will will banish the sad,
Acknowledge we, that life's ocean,
A mixture of many, even sad, a necessity.

But I promise that will turn it into
Something simple, something good.
For you have asked and I answer you
Right here right now - your wish,
My objective, deep rooted like you,
Like an old banyan tree,
Your roots spread far, spread wide.

So some eve, when to the beach, to the sky
You glance, smile, no matter what, troubles dispersed,
For the reflection of you, seeds, full fledged trees now,
Bending skywards, in search of your rays of expression,
Your maternal wisdom rooted, spread so wide, globally,
All over this Earth, is visible from your
Beloved Philippines.

In her own words..

I am a widow,
with five remarkable granddaughters....
all beautiful, intelligent girls.
It is such a waste not to write....
each morning that unfolds is filled
with things to write about....
the people, the birds,
the trees, the wind,
the seas,
everything we set our eyes on,
they are all
poetry in motion.
Life itself is poetry,
I always have pen and paper within reach.
My past experiences are a
never-ending source
of ideas and words for my poems....
I shall write until time permits me,
"til there's breath within me."
A banyan (also banian) is a fig that starts its life as an epiphyte (a plant growing on another plant) when its seeds germinate in the cracks and crevices on a host tree (or on structures like buildings and bridges). "Banyan" often refers specifically to the Indian banyan or Ficus benghalensis, the national tree of India,[1] though the term has been generalized to include all figs that share a characteristic life cycle...
Like other fig species (which includes the common edible fig Ficus carica), banyans have unique fruit structures and are dependent on fig wasps for reproduction. The seeds of banyans are dispersed by fruit-eating birds. The seeds germinate and send down roots towards the ground.

The leaves of the banyan tree are large, leathery, glossy green and elliptical in shape. Like most fig-trees, the leaf bud is covered by two large scales. As the leaf develops the scales fall. Young leaves have an attractive reddish tinge.[6]

Older banyan trees are characterized by their aerial prop roots that grow into thick woody trunks which, with age, can become indistinguishable from the main trunk. The original support tree can sometimes die, so that the banyan becomes a "columnar tree" with a hollow central core. Old trees can spread out laterally using these prop roots to cover a wide area.
 May 2015 Jory
Jennifer G
bird calls
 May 2015 Jory
Jennifer G
friend, you are a swan.
handsome from far away, definitely.
but up close you're kind of a *****.
hissing and flapping
if anyone gets too close to your harem.

friend, you are an owl.
your wide eyes straddle the wingspan
between wisdom and innocence.
you twist your head all the way round
to watch the goings on of your broodmates.

friend, you are a crow.
leaving me shiny bits of music and poetry,
always considered an omen of doom.
but really you're friendly as a cat
with your sharp eyes and flapping bursts of energy.

friend, you are a canary.
i know this sounds like a disappointing thing to be,
but you were kept in the court of kings.
prized for your small song.
beware of the men that
will lower you into the mineshaft.

friend, you are a hawk.
swooping down upon your prey
devouring it, and moving on.
think of it this way:
it's much more romantic
than being a vulture.

my flock, i will not keep you.
do not stay in your nests.
when the south calls to you,
leave me please.
i have enough of your feathers as is.
 Apr 2015 Jory
Jennifer G
 Apr 2015 Jory
Jennifer G
send her off to the woods
and let her know the hum of the cicada
and the rhythm of the rain
and how it feels to be silent but not really.
make her see the forest
and see how she is not important
and that in the grand scheme of things
and in the midst of the wrath of mother nature
she is nothing,
and that is okay.
take her out there and leave her
so she may learn and live and grow
so she can feel herself in the earth
so she may tread silently
without even thinking about it.
 Apr 2015 Jory
Jennifer G
stars above me and
stars below flicker as well
a baby cries out
haven't written in so long, this is just a way to ease back in
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