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 Aug 2013 nehyl
Nat Lipstadt
This Week, and Next Week Too*




Heroes come and go,
Some enshrined but really entombed,
Famed for momentary action,
Bronzed and interred, sentenced to life imprisonment
In "this was history" books.

Others simply a one night stand,
Newspaper front page today,
A homeless man's shoe stuffing, the next.

I like heroes plenty too,
My favorite kind are those who are heroic
Every day, in the small ways,
Plain vanilla, unspectacular, yet is not
Vanilla always first,
Above all?*

I lean toward toward those heroes
Who in every child a leaf do see,
Gently moving it along for just an instant,
A wind, a covering breeze,
Nourishing it briefly then sending it,
Floating, strengthened, onward bound.

I lean toward those heroes,
Who see a tree, a school,
Knowing that so many leaves need be apprehended,
Knowing that to all, one hero man, cannot attend.

Yet in his waking hours,
The despair of enormity
That limits most, with its peculiar powers,
The tired thoughts that would have us say,
Let some else be a hero today,
Clouds not his sight on which
We now rely,
A daily hero has a greater vision
That does not succumb,
This week or the next.

The man that seeks no glory,
But our world does glorify
By raising up the children
One dance step daily,
Is our hero, this week,
And the next, and the next...

June 23rd 2012
Inspired by and
Dedicated to Sidney Grant,
Dancer, teacher, poet, hero,
This week, and next week too.

Proud to be his friend and supporter.

http://www.ny1.com/content/features/nyer_of_the_week/163623/nyer-of-the-week--sidney-grant-uses-dance-to-teach-manners-to-youths


"and every leaf I look upon
tells me the wind has come and gone

so many leaves to apprehend
that to them all i can't attend

and so it is in waking hours
what limits our peculiar powers

the sight on which we duly rely
will greater vision truly belie."

By Sidney Grant
 Aug 2013 nehyl
Nat Lipstadt
Is an old poem of mine that I tender to you to turn your mind away for just, even just, a few minutes from the sadness and the depression that I read about in poem after poem.  I am an old man whose sighs are recorded in the lines on his hands.  It will be better. You will be loved.
Be brave.


Lead to Gold, Philosopher to Poets

When the philosophers abandoned
castle turrets for ivory towers,
lost was the secret of
I and thou,
of turning lead to gold,
but these cagey, canny scholars in new residences,
who traded
perspicacity for pensions,
before they left,
they tasked to the poets,
a singular task,
cloaking them in a life long responsibility
charging them as follows:

Be the harpooners of the unexamined life,
with unfettered rhaposdy,
exhort the loopy
to light candles of illusions,
canonize the nursing mothers to deliver us
the kinder Ishmael's who will revel,
lead us with warmth and apprehension,
with the strength of sinews
fixed and flexible,
we will believe and
they will teach the rest of us
that the first commandment
is to empathize.

**with clinical observation,
dense and demanding,
make us laugh at
the comedy of our situation,
the comedy of our conscience,
our free to see,
the peep show of us,
explicate and deconstruct
our unexamined lives,
help us to extend the boundaries,
record the voyages of our timepieces,
declare us all free and victors,
file away the chains of language
and declare us all poets
Write of your pain, but see thru it and observe that you are tasked to empathize and see yourself free and victorious.  Stop the clock watching, close your eyes and smile, the old poets of the world are watching over you. now go to sleep!
 Jul 2013 nehyl
Christine
I can’t do this anymore.
I seriously ******* can’t.

I love you, but you’re completely ripping my body from my soul.
I cannot deal with you, or someone like you.

There is no room in my life.

And every ounce of guilt within me me building up
Boiling over
In anger
Fear
Confusion

You lie
You pretend

Nothings okay.
It was never okay.
You can’t pretend everything fine always, because if you do, everything pops from it’s seams.

Bad **** happened to you.
Unspeakable crimes, that you should never’ve had to go through
But they did
And you let them consume you

Depression.
Cutting.
Suicide Idealization.
Suicide Attempts.

All for what?

To be worse off, than when you started?
To literally depend on a sharp piece of metal.
To allow yourself to slip away from everything?

Friends.
Family.
Lovers.

Nobody will be there for you.

We’ve all tried.
We’ve been there.

I’m not giving up,
you made me quit.

I do NOTHING but help, love, and care
and ALL you do is **** on everything

I can’t be called
a *****
or stupid
ignorant
I cant be asked
"what are you talking about"
or scolded with
" I never said that!!!"
again.

I need to give in
but I’m attached.
and scared.
for you
for me
for life
for everything
terrified actually.

For If I walk, will you crumble?
or would be be stronger?

I don’t think I’d be able to handle either.

I want you to need me
but I can’t be needed.

There’s so many things I need to say to you
There on the tip of my tounge
but they’ll never escape
 Jul 2013 nehyl
Tom McCone
I dreamt we were somewhere, I don’t know where, just far away from anywhere, on a soft-grassed singular hill amidst plains, rolling amongst forests and streams to distant mountains puncturing the crystal ocean of the sky at horizon. We sat on a thick blanket, with a picnic basket and no cares. A breeze ran along the carpeted grassfields and the sky blinked, washing the sparsely clouded above to a clutter of delicate stars in but an instant, hanging, two centimeters between stolen glances and the whispered fractions of my slowing heartbeat. I shuffled my lips to make words, but it was silent. Everything was silent, save for the distant murmur of twinkling lights, like drops of still water on the endless shoreline of morning, just waiting to fall once more.
 Jul 2013 nehyl
Tsammy-D
'I'm ok'
 Jul 2013 nehyl
Tsammy-D
I look up and see them
Your two big brown eyes looking down at me
Why do I feel like they are searching me
As you ask that cliched question
'How are you'

You're reaching a hand down
I want to grab it
But I know too much
If you pull me up
I'll only fall back down
Harder

I trust you
But I can't
Take your hand
You'll drop me
I'm scared

Please just hold me
Can't you hear me
Please console me
Please just stay

Don't believe me
I don't mean it
Please don't leave me
'Im ok'
 Jul 2013 nehyl
Jesse Belcher
From the moment I heard the news,
I waited so anxiously, I waited on you.
Even though afraid,
my love couldn't be contained.

Words can't describe the feeling,
of hearing your first cry.
The love can't be explained,
the first time looking you in the eyes.

I found my reason for why my life was spared.
To be your dad, together a pair.
As lonely as I was, you gave me joy.
It's like you sang to my heart, and filled that void.

The first 4 years,' you was always by my side.
The first 4 years, 'only through you, the pain  could I hide.
You was my reason, you was my life,
You was my sanity, through my strife.

The most difficult thing was leaving you.
Then the judge awarded your mother, after nothing she would do.
Sleeping with me every night.
Then living day by day, fight after fight.

It's been almost 5 years to the day,
and to be honest my son, your the only reason I want to pray.
It's not right, but life's not fair.
The wicked seems to rise, while the good live in despair.

Now my life has come full circle, and I'm living this lie.
I have no more heart, I have no tears to cry.
All I want is to be by you.
All I need is to see them baby blues.

9 years old in only a few days.
and here I am hurting in so many ways.
Why God? Why?
To you I prayed. I would cry and cry.

Oh well. It's not me who decides, what is right and wrong.
I guess I had it coming all along.
Nobody knows this pain I constantly feel.
Nobody knows the sadness I have to endear.

So here I sit and type,
just for you on this lonely night.
I lift my fingers and say with pride.
You are the only thing in my heart that resides.
To you Tyler.
Psalms 8:2 From the lips of children and infants you have ordained praise because of your enemies, to silence the foe and the avenger.
 Jul 2013 nehyl
Jemimah
the embrace
 Jul 2013 nehyl
Jemimah
escaping from my mind
one thousand thoughts

escaping from my lungs
some million breaths

escaping from my life
each given day

to have; to hold
to love; to cherish

Life

is a finite embrace
...
let us hold on to beauty, let go of our fear
set eyes on eternity - begin heaven here
...

'This is the Day that the Lord Has Made; Let Us Rejoice and Be Glad in It.' ~ Psalm 118:24
 Jul 2013 nehyl
maisie khan
I felt you
before I saw you;
your almighty presence filling the room,
filling me.
I turned and met your eyes;
blazing green prisons
that confine me,
emerald pools
that drown me.
I move closer,
and you smile that
all-knowing smile,
wrapping your arm around my waist
feeling the bone of my hip
your hand moving down
stroking my thigh whilst I quiver.
How can this be wrong?
These feelings I have when you enter a room,
when you touch me,
when you know me...
how can they be wrong?
Your fingertips dance over my body,
tattooing your name under my forbidden skin
scarring your lust in to my heart.
I look up
to meet those burning eyes once more
and we lose ourselves for a moment;
your lips almost grazing mine
longing for a silent lament of love
in the form of a kiss,
getting ever closer to fulfilling your desire until...

You stop.
You pull away.
You swallow your love.
You walk away
from what is sinful
tempting
and above all--

*forbidden.
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