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Jan 2023 · 393
the sea
Seven Nielsen Jan 2023
the sea
the bay
now thickened with gray
from the death of the northern wind
  reveals his soul
  with heartless roll
         and the foam
                    on his grizzled chin
Oct 2022 · 227
Pity, Envy, and Eviction
Seven Nielsen Oct 2022
Pity the wolf that hungers after unattainable flesh
and the man who hem-haws excuses
to a boss, a wife, or a critic with a tapping foot
and a walrus mustache beneath a gin-blossomed schnozz
and above a smoke-coffee breath
just waiting to jump in with a negative judgment
and superior attitude

Pity the lamb that encounters the wolf
with a last hoof-dance of submission before dying
in choked and bleeding silence
to be wolfed down -
or the haughty judge or the humble sojourner
one on the high bench
and the other on the low flame
remaining in the tepid zone
never hot enough to burn away the betrayals of "friends"
who giggle and smirk
the minute he leaves a room
because of jealous burrs beneath
their burdensome self-imposed saddles

Evict the aching heart of "might be love"
but also beware of the heart of "just for now"
in spite of a flirt at the punch bowl
or a punch at the Super Bowl -
(they are the same thing in a way)
so
if you enter the competition
remember
the trophy doesn't have a palpitating heart
but the loser does
and so does the winner in anticipation of the judgments;
bad, good, or best in show
or even the gray-skinned badge of
"also-ran"

                                    ~~~

Envy the poor without schedule or purse
and no merciless fear of competition
nor door key to hunt-up under the dusty mat
in the dark, alone
nor houseplant to **** with the over-kindness of drowning
nor hinge to mend with duct tape and false hope
but he who flits away to nothing important
whenever
having no one to object

Envy the friendless who can storm off from a spat
without compunction or a "maybe I should have"
trailing like toilet paper
stuck on the heel
of a shoe

Envy the humiliated caterpillar
who finds himself to be a moth
instead of the monarch butterfly
he thought he would be
when he emerges from his cocoon
thinking it was a chrysalis
because the responsibilities end
when the burden of beauty is lost
and the new moth will soon forget
what might have been
in the constant effort of plain existence

Evict the housefly posing as a harmless spot
and throw away his home
that rotting plumb
because the fruit of deceit is worse
than the deceit of fruit gone bad
on the hidden side
to feed the filthy insect in secret

Does a raven learn to speak on his own?
 Never
Does a raven learn to steal on his own?
 Always

Where there is darkness, there is learning
where there is light, there is teaching
and always resentment or boasting
so learn to keep your mouth shut in the dark
until you learn a secret or two
then you can chat like a hairdresser
until you trip up a braggart trying to outdo everyone
because an unmasked lie is like water cast on a single flame
stifling a forest fire before its first real heartbeat
    
Envy the tiny grains of sand on the shores
for they hold back the mighty seas
with their tiny hands
and are flattered by the lapping waves
like slaves with ostrich-plume-fans
worshipping in genuflections and kowtows
endlessly
and all in the most genuine humility
that sand can muster in a crowd

                                   ~~~

Envy the coils of the brain
for they are there to provide more surface
and those folds have no scintillating hue like blood
for the elephant is gray and the ladybug is red
one can think and **** with a step
but the other can fly but must soon perish
the brain can reason
but blood turns black and dies
when it comes into light and air

Evict the vivid for it will give up the ghost
and
envy the drab for it will inherit the girth

                                  ~~~

Pity your own resolve
for you administer promises to your pillow each night
and swear oaths to the mirror each morning
like a child in detention
or an old soul in self-deception
each with good intention
but neither with gray-matter retention

Envy the broken heart
for reality has breakage and sorrow
but healing always follows
and the truth
when faced
can never be truly denied
and the mended bone is stronger than at first

                                  ~~~

Eviction is that final stance
at the cliff's edge
having come to the sea of eternity
with all the summoned bravery possible
holding the rubble of broken imaginings
and self-deceptions
wrapped in the ****** garb of new determination
after the battle
to be thrown into the deep
weighted with the stones of broken promises

Therefore
do the right thing

Cast your lies
into the draught

EVICT
and begin new-faced in the world
Self-examination gives us keys to many doors, but it does not guarantee that even one of those doors will be opened.
Sep 2022 · 333
When You Love
Seven Nielsen Sep 2022
When you love
You break a heart
It is your own
Right from the start
Sep 2022 · 186
The Tree in the Midst
Seven Nielsen Sep 2022
In the midst of the Garden
  was the Tree of Knowledge
                                         of Good
                                               and Evil
                       and the fruit thereof
              was beauteous ---
                but it meant
                        Death                              ­  it
                               to all                      of
                                     ­ who partook
Aug 2022 · 374
More Than Breathing
Seven Nielsen Aug 2022
To live is more than breathing
  It is more than movement
    or gesture
To live is more than routine
  It is more than setting goals
    or placing limits
To live is more than simple reasoning
  It is more than can be quickly understood
    or accomplished
To really live is a rare effort
  It must be carefully encountered
    and wisely negotiated
To really live is to act
  It is taking and giving
    accepting and sacrificing
To live is joy and pain
  To live is to do more than just exist
    To live is to stand up and actually
                                                          LIVE
"More Than Breathing" is inspired by the Oscar Wilde quote, "To live is the rarest thing in the world - most people just exist."
Aug 2022 · 163
Starboard Home
Seven Nielsen Aug 2022
List to the green light, little boat
Always toward my Starboard Home
Home in my fevered brain
Away from tomorrow's surgery
In this blue liquid dream of escape
Where the end of the story is many shiny days
And not possible death on a table
A table serving open hearts
And scalpels in gleaming chrome
    Sponges and stitches of blackened catgut
    That may or may not promise tomorrows

Float me to survival . . . my tiny green light of hope
Help me arrive at my Starboard Home
Jul 2022 · 86
One Poetic Word
Seven Nielsen Jul 2022
O
speak
one word
in poetic form
and I will melt with
the joy of hearing that
singular sound
for an artful
word is
more
than
a
sound.
It
is
the
touch
of  an
artist's
brush
on the
canvas
of my
being
and my soul
drinks that word
to its healing
as though
it is the
oil
of
hope.
Mar 2022 · 215
The Sizes of Lonely
Seven Nielsen Mar 2022
Lonely comes in three sizes
The pint is light and floats near you
The quart you must hold in your lap
But, the gallon is unliftable
  and it blocks all sunny paths
Feb 2022 · 328
Surprising Darcy
Seven Nielsen Feb 2022
He wondered
Will Darcy be surprised by the flowers
and the beaded purse I'm giving her?

     I don't think so.
    
He wondered
Were the opera tickets or pearls
unexpected?

     I don't think so.

He wondered
Was Darcy ever caught off guard
at any of my efforts?

     I don't think so.

He speculated
Maybe she'll be surprised on Tuesday
when I leave her.

     I think so.
Jan 2022 · 518
The Old Man Sea
Seven Nielsen Jan 2022
The sea
the bay
now thickened with gray
from the death of the northern wind
reveals his soul
with heartless roll
and the foam on his grizzled chin
Jan 2022 · 356
Precious Raindrops
Seven Nielsen Jan 2022
Precious raindrops tumble down
weaving nature's crystal gown

Lilting breezes stir the air
braiding Gaia's silver hair

Bees and warblers hum and sing
when the snow caps melt in spring

Diamond streamlets dance along
with their joyous sparkling song

Waterfalls in feathered white
cascade from their noble height

Winter's chains all break away
leaving life to build a day
Jan 2022 · 108
Gypsy Smoke
Seven Nielsen Jan 2022
The tall western fires
fill my valley with gypsy smoke
painting the hills gray
and the distant mountains blue

The morning comes
licking the meadows with dew
and the smoke pauses
for a mocking glance backward
    then, shrugging,
                   quietly caravans away
Dec 2021 · 87
The Birthday Brooch
Seven Nielsen Dec 2021
Along the ancient pathways of time
through indigo space
the gigantic bejeweled tortoise plodded
his enormous shell laden with cabochons and faceted gems
of amethyst worlds and sapphire planets
on glistening topaz feet like orbiting moons.

"Isn't that ruby on his forehead
the gigantic planet Hybithia?"
asked the guardian questioners --
"And, those emeralds are surely
the tourmaline sister spheres
complete with their ropes of pearl comets."

All eyes turned to the spectacle
and marveled at the scintillating sight
of endless golden filigree trims
and silvery chains that shone
like fire-bright bezels
around each glorious gem.

"What could the meaning be
of such a lavish giant?
Could it be an anomaly of treasure
or an error in the charts
of eternity beyond forever?"
they questioned --

"No" came the reply
of the handmaiden Sylphs
spreading garnet nebulas
from their shimmering baskets
while tossing whirlpool constellations
before the encrusted beast.

"That is the brooch of time --
a birthday gift
en route to Aurilia, the mother goddess of galaxies --
This is her diamond jubilee --
Today she is
a trillion."
Dec 2021 · 83
Send Me a Greeting
Seven Nielsen Dec 2021
Send me a greeting
across the waves
when the green sea
misbehaves

Tell me if your heart
fails to feel
my true love
for it is real

Send me a sweet kiss
across the blue
knowing that my soul
misses you

Tell me you love me
as I love you
but tell me only
if you do
Dec 2021 · 1.2k
Winter Bows His Grisly Head
Seven Nielsen Dec 2021
Winter bows his grisly head
when the trees bend low
Branches bear the heartless weight
of the ice and snow

Ponds turn into frosted glass
and diamond streams to jewels
Rivers turn to mirrored roads
and lakes to sapphire pools

Echoed cries of banished fowl
plead for hopeful spring
Not until the March wind blows
will the warbler sing

Winter's night of cold and dark
slowly turns to day
when the glaze and snowy drifts
gently melt away

New spring lifts her waking head
when the sun grows neigh
Buds and blooms unfurl with joy
reaching for the sky
Written in celebration of winter upon discovering a large branch on my property fallen from the weight of December snow.
Seven Nielsen Dec 2021
When will that gallant gent
in hat and cape
cease to open doors for Gabrielle
and regard her
as a lady of worth?

When he catches her reflection
in a window or a mirror
revealing her secret disdain
at his back
hidden behind her painted mask --

that is when
and only then
Dec 2021 · 371
Tattooed On My Brain
Seven Nielsen Dec 2021
I carry my feelings
on my face
and true loves on my arm
I spelled them out
without a doubt
because it does no harm

Do you suppose a ship or rose
is better off seen than read?
Written or not
their faces are caught
engraved with love
in my head
Dec 2021 · 80
here come the clouds
Seven Nielsen Dec 2021
orange flames
in midnight skies
where goes the smoke?
whence comes the flies?

the dawn of hope
in soft blue sings
here come the clouds
on angel's wings
Dec 2021 · 72
When You Become an Elder
Seven Nielsen Dec 2021
When entering a room
the conversation changes or stops

When making a joke
the laughter if forced

When you say "Hello" on the telephone
there is an awkward pause

When you make a suggestion
eyes dart judgementally around the room

When these things happen
you know the truth

You have been dealt out of the hand
of those around you

You are patiently, quietly
                                          tolerated

You are old now
                         and being filed away
Dec 2021 · 217
The Healing Power of Quiet
Seven Nielsen Dec 2021
When the sigh of a breeze
in meadowed land
mimics the velvet-soft whisper
of the owl wing in flight
the evening spreads her indigo cloak
as does the night in her majesty -
for God's tender command of daily silence
soothes each weary heart
at the end of each garish day
Dec 2021 · 64
How, After That . . . ?
Seven Nielsen Dec 2021
Where did courage grab me by the neck
and force me onward?

Was it when I was hiding behind the piles of ship's cargo
where bravery took over?
Or was it when duty elbowed my excuses
into the dark waters of my easy fear?

I know a chill spat down my soul
and a steel fist closed around my weak resolve
when I heard her voice beyond my cowardly hiding place

"He doesn't initially care", she lied
with that ever-present word of hers, "initially"
Truth snapped onto focus in the mirror on life
"I guess you're initially right", I also lied
jumping out of the trenches
feeling the air suddenly leave the earth

The final confrontation flew around us
like a panicked bat in a fire
ending with a quick exit
and angry footsteps
fading on the weathered planks
of the indifferent old dock

Courage finally released my neck
and the air began to fill
the vacuum
around me

How
after that
in such a battleground
could I still enjoy a blood-red sun
setting over sailboats
bobbing in a row
unaware?
Nov 2021 · 78
Post-Halloween Soup
Seven Nielsen Nov 2021
the blood has gone black
on my boots and the floor
chopping up heads
piles up the gore

the *** is now brimming
with eyeballs and skin
the cauldron now bubbles
it's time to begin

I'll ladle a bowl
of half-done meat
my Halloween soup
of fingers and feet

won't you accept
my summons to dine?
what will it take
your life or mine?
Nov 2021 · 88
Of Lofty Dreams
Seven Nielsen Nov 2021
Divert my eyes from her smooth hair
Discern her hidden thoughts of care

Of lofty dreams, that might be won
My small hope is near the sun
Oct 2021 · 100
The Creak in the Floor
Seven Nielsen Oct 2021
The creak in the floor
just outside the door
makes sleeping alone very scary

You shake where you lay
you plead and you pray
just hoping it's not something hairy
Oct 2021 · 87
Spoiled Costumes
Seven Nielsen Oct 2021
Halloween costumes in the 70s were oversized homemade style-ups
of witches, princesses, cowboys, and greasepaint hobos
spoiled by coats and jackets worn over everything against the cold
Oct 2021 · 89
Take That
Seven Nielsen Oct 2021
The sadness seemed genuine
but it was not
The soulful touch on the arm seemed sincere
but it was not
The apology sounded heartfelt
but it was not

Later, the boss looked into
the restroom mirror
after firing Meg
for no real reason
and the smiling lips silently repeated
the favorite phrase --
           "My hands are tied."

Meg's optimistic cheerfulness
had just become too much
for the boss

The thought was
that work should always be miserable
for people below the line

___________


The hand dryer roared
to cover the boss' laugh

'Take that, Miss Happy Pants,'
                          she said to herself
'Wipe that smile off your face
                                 and take that!'
Oct 2021 · 95
I Envision Myself
Seven Nielsen Oct 2021
When I see formations in the clouds
of a lion laying next to a lamb
I envision myself
as the noble lion
and the lamb
is a Hershey bar
                            with almonds
Seven Nielsen Oct 2021
On Halloween
the monsters scare
in ghastly gray, both skin and hair
their one good eye will always stare
at where you hide
it sees you there
Oct 2021 · 516
Vlad's Midnight Menu
Seven Nielsen Oct 2021
Vlad's favorite soup
was such a treat
eyeballs and skin slabs
and fingers and feet

he loved to ****
on the sockets and bones
and chew on the ears
and noses of crones

eyelids were good
on bread made with blood
but only if pureed
to look just like mud
A humble Halloween offering.
Oct 2021 · 235
Abandon Tears
Seven Nielsen Oct 2021
Tears abandon
on the way
mark each heartfelt
yesterday
Sep 2021 · 96
Do Wishes Petrify?
Seven Nielsen Sep 2021
Wishes
suspended
in a filmy lacquer
like a child's secret utterance
set
  in
       invisible
                  liquid-hope
                         ­        based on nothing at all
are like blemishes in an otherwise perfect diamond

How, in a lugubrious world
     hanging
     by
     a
     single
     extruded
     wire
     of
     tenuous
     mercy
can there be
mines beneath shallow graves
dug by slaves with bloodied fingers
and frightening visions
of those thousand-foot-deep-burial-wells
clawed into the forehead of the world
     in fake-searching
              of a new
                        and magic
                                        element
           ­                                         to brag-mix
into toothpaste or a new and improved Brylcreem
  (now formulated for your pets and guaranteed to make a difference)

                                             PLEASE NOTE:
A child's wish or question should be disqualified due to the lack
of subtext and connived distortion to pre-fashion the desired answer
                                                or result
                   (It's hard to trick youth when it is too young)

The space between burial plots
is reserved to bury the mental oozings
of wishers and questioners
and the ceremonies are to be torchlit processions
                                               marching
                                            back
       ­                                 into
                           ­               rotting
                                          ­      cemeteries
                                      near darkened woods
                                 on the edge of civilizations
              where truth sleeps in the above-mentioned shallow graves
                                            and those sneaky spaces
                                                          ­      in
                                                        ­  between

There are caves and mines below,
                                                      you know
                 encroached and heavily toothed
                 with stalactites
                 and stalagmites
                 of stalac-rights
                 and stalag-wrongs
                 of revivalist lies
                 pouring over stone fangs
                 chomping down on any remaining truth
                 amid blackened deceit
                 fought with limp-wristed efforts
                 by feigning reason
                 and pale blue innocence
                 which always clouds up the lovely prejudice in play
                 with silly attempts to appear decent


Do wishes petrify
or just hold very still under glass
to not frighten the proctors
or their undeveloped wards
                                                  in hoards
                                                          ­      on field trips?

The secret to making wishes come true is hidden in the puzzle:

                    K         R          O          W

                    R                   ­                 O
                                     UOY
                    O                                    R

 ­                   W         O           R          K
                                         #
                  > unscramble and despair <

The current judges always remain unmoved
                                 unimpressed
                      uncaring
and refuse to blow out the candles
until the day that someone judges THEM
in all prejudice and bias of the mind
of good and proper scale bearers
and compromised judges
just wishing for dignified approval

What might the answer be
when a foolish soul, surrounded in questions, asks,
"Does anyone have change for a parent?
It seems I only have a single father to my name."

"I have two career choices in the arts, so I can break him."
           is the reply
"No,"
            answeres the hopeful.
"I need four erroneous opinions to fit into his ear
or the machinery doesn't grind to a complete halt.
Doesn't anyone have the proper change?"

Someone must always sit on the low end
of the teeter-totter of wishes

Won't anyone play with me?
I wish someone would
I need contra-ballast
if only to assuage my conscience

Somebody?
Somebody?
Anybody?
                                   Is no one disappointed in a parent?
                                   Is everyone here made of stone?
Aug 2021 · 646
A Tear Comes With Each Poem
Seven Nielsen Aug 2021
A tear comes with each poem
    written on the earth

Even with a happy tone
     a tear comes with each poem
Aug 2021 · 1.2k
Snow Whispers
Seven Nielsen Aug 2021
Snow whispers as it falls
gently filling mountain halls
Does it ever speak or see
as it crowns the autumn tree?

Snow whispers as it flies
when it dots the feathered skies
Can you hear its soulful cries?
for it weeps when spring arrives
Aug 2021 · 107
Like Me
Seven Nielsen Aug 2021
Like me -
I'm alone

Like me -
I'm ignored

Like me -
I'm sad

Like me -
I'm rich

Oh,
NOW you like me?
Aug 2021 · 548
Supper of the Demons
Seven Nielsen Aug 2021
on the charted floor of souls
fire heats twelve iron bowls
rafters echo devil screams
arms and legs hang from the beams

roast the skin with castor seeds
hair of crone and spice of weeds
stir and mix the flesh and blood
till the supper looks like mud

splintered skulls of fresh-chopped heads
each laid out on nightshade beds
plates of bone and knives of steel
sharpened for the midnight meal

who will choose the honored seats?
who will serve the roasted meats?
who will **** the sockets dry?
who will live, and who will die?

if you serve the master's will
every wish of his fulfill
if you heed the master's call
he might eat you last of all
Aug 2021 · 64
When You Love
Seven Nielsen Aug 2021
When you love
divisions blur
night and day
what to say

When you love
decisions melt
should I go
yes or no?
Aug 2021 · 193
The Rain Is Never Sorry
Seven Nielsen Aug 2021
When the rain decides to fall
it falls with abandon --
       never sorry
       never in hesitation
and it never slurps back a drop
like soup on a careless chin
                            The rain is never sorry
Aug 2021 · 72
I'm Just Sayin'
Seven Nielsen Aug 2021
Meg's little white Pomeranian puppy
should not be named Cotton
the way she hops up and down and runs around barking --
She should be called Popcorn and kept in a bag
Seven Nielsen Aug 2021
The morning that my true love died
there rose a concrete sun
The clouds were stones
as were my bones
and my heart
                     weighed a ton
Aug 2021 · 427
One Simple Rhyme
Seven Nielsen Aug 2021
A lothario stopped my time
with two words quite sublime
        when I said, 'obey'
         he said, 'no way'
and beat me up with his rhyme
Aug 2021 · 495
Hello, Poetry
Seven Nielsen Aug 2021
To Poetry I say
         'Hello'
And Poetry answers
          'Come in and create'
Then I say
          'I will do my best'
To which Poetry answers
          'I know'
Aug 2021 · 86
Vanquish Every Doubt
Seven Nielsen Aug 2021
If you please, go to your knees
and listen with your heart
In humble ways, review your days
and start to do your part

Do you know, just where to go
when you've reached the end?
If you do, it's up to you
to flex your soul and bend

The only pain, you will sustain
you should never hide
You'll find the pain, that you sustain
will be within your pride

When you arise, you will be wise
and changed inside and out
You'll see the light, and know you're right
and vanquish every doubt
Jul 2021 · 190
A Woman's Test
Seven Nielsen Jul 2021
at Twilight Inn
lanky Larry's crown
is a sweaty bandana creased with concern --
Tia gave him a bad haircut
and it just can't be fixed
          --no way--
Is it a crafty woman's test of love?
or her clumsy try at a good impression?
         Can't say
It'll take two weeks to heal--
          Two weeks of Larry's loving resentment
           and suspicious curiosity
Jul 2021 · 81
Poets Dream in Rhyme
Seven Nielsen Jul 2021
Poets dream in rhyme
and stop the hands of time
They see the mountain's peak
and seek to make the climb

Poets dream in rhyme
then move the hands of time
They hear the soul's request
and speak the words sublime
Jul 2021 · 80
The First Breath
Seven Nielsen Jul 2021
The first breath of the morning
awakes the sleeping soul
The last breath of evening
rings out the death-knell toll
Jul 2021 · 203
Queen of Night
Seven Nielsen Jul 2021
When stars above convene
They crown the Queen Serene
She dawns the veil of night
To hide from earthly sight
Jul 2021 · 91
The Assassination
Seven Nielsen Jul 2021
Hide his shooters
from our eyes
excuse all his missteps too -
In secret talk
stop the clock
and know this history's true -

Alph
Bravo
Charlie tried

Echo
Foxtrot
Gaia cried

Hotel
Kilo
Papa lied

Tango
Whiskey
Victor died

With and X
they marked the spot
took a chance
and cast his lot -
Now we bless
or try to curse
he who rode
   the caisson hearse -

Zulu warriors
shot to ****
the foolish king
on Grassy Hill
Jul 2021 · 70
That's Why
Seven Nielsen Jul 2021
You always start with a 'hon'
and you always end with a 'yuk'
That's why you're such a honyok
Jul 2021 · 68
The Division of Parting
Seven Nielsen Jul 2021
My brain and soul were cleft in two
when we were no more 'me and you'
I seemed to lose my voice and sight
when you went off into the night
Jul 2021 · 1.6k
Sleep Descends on Gentle Air
Seven Nielsen Jul 2021
Sleep descends on gentle air
combing evening's purple hair
Angels glide down heaven's stair
to gather up our daily care
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