st64 - Hello Poetry

st64 Jun 2013

how he loved his sweetheart queen
she always wore the silver bracelet
he gave when she turned sixteen
now their kids are growing; how time has flit

10 a.m.

Eyes opening, sun comes streaming through the windows. It's so late!

I rise, feel so groggy....what's this weighty load on me...?
I've been sleeping, yet feel profoundly *weary.
Where is everyone?
"Muriel...?"
I get to the bathroom to wash and shave.

My wife appears at the door, "Honey, where have you been? Oh, we haven't seen you in so long... Welcome back! Come down for tea, dahling."
She pours a glittering smile and reaches up to touch my cheek with the back of her left hand, fingernails painted deep red...her nuptial rings still a dazzle after so many years...but she....
"Alright, dahling?"
"Y-yes, dear."

She had never called me darling...or even dahling....before...!
Huh?
And off she goes, to the kitchen.
Welcome back?? did she say?? And her eyes were shining so bright...
Wait a minute....just hold on ....what....??
I shake my head, unable to toss some heavy feeling....a dense cloud in my head.

10:30 a.m.

Now I'm dressed and freshened up, I head down.

Feeling better, I see my warmhearted and humorous son at the pine dinette table.
I smile warmly as he turns to look up...I remember the promise that we'd go fishing this weekend.
"Hey, budd....."
I reach over to touch his hair, but he flinches away..!

"Who's this, Mom?" Kyle demands hotly.
My wife gives a bright smile which doesn't quite reach her eyes and says: "Now, Kyle....behave. It's Daddy.."
"Oh, he's just .....tired, ok."

She waltzes over and politely hands me a steaming mug.
What in the name of....???
Over the cloud of coffee, I watch them all.
Little Jenny, but my jolly toddler...now on her mother's hip...watches with wary eyes and reaches out to scratch me, her pacifier hanging from a blue ribbon, like a noose from her 'happy-smiles' bib.

"But Mom, he's been away so long...for years and..."
I hear him whispering sullen and lizard-like, to his mother....but he's hissed into silence.

What in the heck....?
"Now, children," Muriel says patiently, "go play out in the yard..."

Oh, I'm feeling so frazzled!

11:00 a.m.

I decide I've had enough.

My wife is at the sink, thickly busy rinsing cups and plates; she smiles sweetly, humming.
She never did like doing dishes....
Now there she stands, looking all coiffed and made-up, hopelessly incongruous...

I shake my head; thoughts roll and collide, like mysterious marbles across my mind-floor...
Kyle watches me hostile, from the garden...arms folded defiantly across his chest.
Jenny's on her tricycle, red as a fire-engine.....eyes blankly staring, bent on crisscrossing her scalene triangle trip.

I turn to ask: "Muriel, where's your bracelet, dear? You always have it on."
"Oh, dahling...don't you worry. It's upstairs on the dresser."

And yet.....I was there earlier whilst dressing, and I didn't see it!

Baffled, I step out to the kids.
I prune the bougainvillea and then rake some leaves. Hairs stand up on the back of my neck....
It feels as if I'm being watched...when I look up to see, they are all quickly resume their activities.
Muriel just keeps on that shiny smile for me.

11:30 a.m.

This is it.

As I rake, some leaves make way for a clearing in the yard.
Bending down to scoop some up, a shiny reflection catches my eye...there's the silver bracelet with that beautiful twist of blue as gemstones.
What was it doing here...?

Still pondering, I see my wife's head **** up from the kitchen window...lips curling back...oh, no smile this time...body looking too *****...eyes like saucers, way, way too interested.....

I look down again...move some more leaves.....a curled hand....But it looks like ......

I recognise my Muriel's hand, her clear and pushed-backed-cuticle fingernails....her arm..her face....but.....
she's here.....!!

What the.....??

I turn round slowly to look.....only..... too slowly.....

how I loved my sweetheart Muriel
who always wore her silver bracelet
with that beautiful
twist of blue

S T, 11 June 2013

Partly inspired by movie 'Haunting in Salem'...just some ****** film I couldn't finish....lol
Dozed off and wrote this thing, instead :)

sub-entry: none

st64 Jun 2013

Thank you, I think

Thank you for your help, however hard it was
All your unkind words only serve to help me on my path.

"You make me sick," simply puts me on my way
This 'new' you was meant to free you, to stand up to the world.

But now you're trying out your armour on the one
Who's not your enemy!

You want to reclaim your power, you said,
"No more ******* weakling."

But at the heart of your tirade, you neglected to check one fact:
It's you yourself who gave away your own power.
Yes, it's you yourself who gave away YOUR own power!

So.
Thank you, I think.
Thank you, baby.
Thank you, I think.....

Well, you're going to hurt someone and it may just be yourself
You think that by gaining these pieces of yourself, it empowers.

You're simply becoming a stranger now
Perhaps it's what you wanted.... all along.

Given that Fate threw us together like that
Now you seek us out less and less.

Yet you said you liked me enough to keep me
And endure and be patient. Well, not so anymore!

I think I've expired whatever my purpose was
Now I feel quite empty on our vast terrain; too wide.

You tell me to feel your tears course down your cheeks
Well, would you still cradle my face now, or no more?

You must have wanted to do it long ago
You just couldn't hide it, couldn't stop it.

I sensed it in your restlessness
But fret not, dear. I understand and accept.

Oh, I accept that you have pain
I'll take it with my own and receive whatever is given.

I hope you find your happiness where you seek it
And yes, I'll touch your tears as they stream down your life.....

So.
Thank you, I think.
Thank you, baby.
Thank you, I think.....

S T, monday 10 June 2013

Written long ago.

Good song: "When God made me"...checking out even the lyrics alone is worthy of effort.

sub-entry:

'child-spirit'

1.
there, where you are now
is where you live

there, where you were
is where you used to be
the place you grew up..

2.
crossing the threshold of that house
with eyes closed
and put out hands to feel
the air around the spaces
where you used to hide..

touch the banister of the winding staircase
now coated in dust
and hear the laughter tinkling far-off

3.
..see the child-spirit, with closed eyes
shadows on the walls, creeping alongside

..feel the whizz of a singing buckle flying through the air
and the initial stinging thwack; sink into flesh

..smell the fear and singed plastic curtain
and the ....the accident on the two-plate stove

..tell your teacher and your friends at school
how you tripped and fell
leaving that **** upon your forehead
yes, laugh with them, tell them
how silly of you, not to watch your step

..hear the silent cries beneath the stairwell
and the footsteps and the hushes

..touch the heart of the child-spirit
who yearns for healing still.

4.
one day, may come kindred spirit
to join hands with you

fear no more, dear child
please, take my hand :)
let us away.

st64 Jun 2013

thoughts on pluvial osculation.. (5 words)

...would you let me..please??

S T, 8 June 2013

just some (random?) thought patterns on this rather wet saturnday...or is it a case of much ado...

sub-entry:

'saturnalia'

do let's be merry, friend
..cos i'm kinda
in the mood for a touch of saturnalia..

banish all things moody
feel some heat
l'eau chaude

let's make that hay useful
while the sun shines
here, on this platform
or wherever....

no forever
just this moment
to discover at once
what works and not
take the next step
up

pure definition
of a tinkling bell
triggering for an instant
an inkling of truth
or ...make-believe

who goes there
none but me
fool

so
bring out the jolly sun
turn up the good rays
paste on that fabulous smile
dose up the feel-goodys
pour over some happy-juice
add a twist of lime, too (always)
and now
open your mouth

never averse to a little hay
in the hair.

st64 Jun 2013

Out of the Collective

I died before I was born
And I cried when you slipped away....

Chorus:
We didn't know it, but we felt it
We didn't know, yet we felt it
We didn't know it, then we felt it
And when we felt it, then we knew
Oh, we knew
Yes, we knew....

Let's slip outta this time, back into the collective
Let's slip outta this time, back into the colle-ective!

So long ago, together in the nebulae
Had we passed each other then, bonding in spirit?
'Cause I felt myself dying, when you were born
When you slipped out of the conscious collective.....into the human race.

Refrain:
Here, where there's no time, but when it came
There came the wait...oh, and the weight
For, in slipping out of the collective, distracting the soul
You slipped away from me, till we met again.

And so, we're no longer out of the collective....

S T, 6 June 2013

Written so long ago.

Inspired partly by "A Brave New World" by Aldous Huxley...and The Outer Limits.

I enjoy reading and movies, sci-fi and overcoming improbability ..... amongst other things :)

sub-entry:

'no poet'

yes, no poet stands here in this place
just a tryer, passing off colourful words
into sepia images
no longer feeling so desperate to prove
oh, it really matters no more...

..no poet stands here
upon the appointed hour, bird flies
like a built-in metronome abides
the call to destiny is made...

stepping out yet still there
alone now, the breeze now opens
felt is...an unbroken flow

come, please .....take me hand

:)

st64 Jun 2013

Bitten so bad ....

Thought I could venture back
just up the road.

But alas! found to my surprise
falling off my bike...

I ended up being bitten so bad
by so a small dog!

S T, 07 June 2013

Just a bit of a nightmare, I guess lol

No, really!

sub-entry:

'what dreams come...'

strange other-world, this
many a wondrous thing.

fall upon accidental stuff
emotion by adventure.

then fall so very deep
what dreams come....

but you don't understand
this is very happenable!

st64 Jun 2013

Winter Sculpture

icy particles
deep in the snow
flurry of rain
gusts of wind

to me
you are so beautiful

1.
Deep beneath the tiers of rock
He found within the earth's cavity
A substance akin to wax
Collected enough to carry armloads
And *protected it from sun.

2.
Once outside again
With feet upon the ground
He set to work so feverish
And sculpted a humanoid shape
This figure unknown to him
Yet, guided by some unseen force
The dimensions became distinct.

3.
Once done, he sat back to look
And nearly recoiled in shock
He thought he almost recognised something
But it just couldn't be
It just could the hell not be!

4.
He reached forward to make sure he felt it
Sudden presentiment untimely
and with thoughts assailed
He reached forward to touch
But it appeared he was afraid....

5.
When he touched its ***** gingerly
He found he couldn't let go
Then, he felt the winter sculpture gain a presence
Which had but been there all along!

6.
It seemed to be eclipsing his mind
And it felt so delicious
He felt the fingers of its thoughts
Pressing into him
Digging hard
Exploring all his patterns...
Making such strong and heady waves
And leaving him stunned and reeling!
Ideas turning into windmills, racing on
It touched his lost dreams, assuaged his fears
Made him realise so many things....

7.
What was this?
What is happening?
A figure twisted out of wax
Having such sudden control?
Yet, he was afeared that it would melt
So he kept it close to cold
Making sure no-one ever saw it
Nor even touched it.

8.
Months rolled by and he discovered
More life-like features on this thing
And when, the winter rolled to a close
He fretted so much and wrung his hands
Concerned for its survival.

9.
Yet what he failed to see
Was this mere figment of wish...
A kaleidoscopic fragment of himself
Projecting so powerfully.
He was often restless afore
Without really understanding why.

And with this 'new' presence
Helping him see what he needed all along
He found some release in toppling from reign: old, deep struggle.

10.
Snows melted and rain stopped
Sunrays still tame and people came
Icicles on the eaves dripped, like tears.
He dreaded the fierce rays would blister
All this hard, deserving work.

Yet, he always willing let things go before
He wouldn't let this go.
He couldn't.
So, he battled rather valiantly to save it
Yet, in vain.

(Well, he needn't have worried
For, as the sun blazed ridiculously hotter trails
Across the way
And fate saw he was willing to let go...
To understand, to finally see....
And then,
His translucent figure...started melting....

And there,
right before his very incredulous eyes
Out of it, stepped.......

gasp!

The impossible....)

sun may shine
upon the earth
yet, I will see you always
in every sphere

to me
you are so very beautiful

S T, 06 June 2013

came in a vision...of half-sleep just now..

funny how life is, hey.

when ye least expect it, things happen....

sub-entry:

'gain galore'

1.
whichever way we look at it
certain things hardly happen.

when it does, regard well:
it is a pure .....gain galore.

2.
when we fail to entertain failure
there's only one option:
success.

st64 Jun 2013

No capsizing

There once was a ship a-sail
Out on the open sea.

Sails harness pure and open wind energy
See 'em flap this way and that-a way.

Sweet ride forever on, safely on to harbour
Oh boy, are we havin' some ssssswell fun..or what!

S T, 05 June 2013

No capsizing, ok.

Just a nod to all sailor-poets out there :)
Like you, Liam! Thanks a heap for fun inspiration....

Ultra-cool saying I read somewhere:
The mind is like a parachute.
When closed, it's useless!

sub-entry:

"knee-scrapin' the edge"

1.
yes, come on, baby
get on now, let's ride.

take you on the highway
go knee-scrapin' that superb edge.

yeah, lemme take you for a ride
only that way we can.

I'll make you scream and squirm
and let you fly on southern winds!

2.
oh, how we feel that thrill ...together
harmonious crying out ....

oh yeah, baby...your hair flowing
we're sure outridin' the winds!

:)