#grasp
I thought of you today my sisters...
And tears filled my eyes,
Long, streaming tears that fill up buckets in the lap over the sides and splash onto the tips of my fingers,
as I reach to swipe the corners of my eyes,
and a salty droplet touches my lips, reminding me of my own fragile mortality.
Reminders come in waves, either chilling me to the bone or warming me up like a childishly sweet cup of warm cocoa that would never dare to burn your lips.
Moistened eyelashes straighten themselves out and blink away their reminiscences of yesterday's Conversations and heart-rending memories.
Blithe spirits sway to and fro, ever hopeful at the possibilities of being called out by name and sending a sparkle of starlight in their direction, easing their journey past the Milky Way and the timeless edges of the universe.
Don't pack your bags yet they say…
Relinquishing your mortality with grace; whether expected or shockingly sudden, the whys and wherefores of your integumentary shawl are mysteriously hidden,
Just out of grasp it seems.
Jan 12
Jan 12, 2026 at 5:57 PM UTC
In this life
We are so often told to be strong
To keep going
To overcome
But sometimes the
Greatest strength lies in
Simply allowing ourselves to feel
To acknowledge the pain
The hurt
The exhaustion
And to have somebody bear witness
Without judgment or platitudes
There's a figure in my mind
Grasping at her skull
Open at the top
Where the shadows flood out
The eternal struggle between
The warrior and the woman
The soldier and the soul
And somewhere beneath the noise
Beneath the duty
A small voice whispers
"You don't have to fight anymore,
You just have to be seen."
Oct 28, 2025
Oct 28, 2025 at 5:29 PM UTC
a little
r,
that's all I have,
a hook upon to hang my spirits,
hoping these pre~sleep morbidiities
be by gravity,
sleep drained, and my
heart restored to wholeness
<>
a tiny single letter separating,
us from them,
it is a handhold, a lifeline,
grasping something for all of us
to hold onto for balance,,
when thinking bout the
hurt we exert,
rendering me near inert:
*what we do,
what we let happen,
permit, allow
the world to afflict our*
children
gasp at the horrors, inflicted,
grasp the enormity of all of it,
curse my brain for this self inflicted pain,
the most vulnerable exposed
to our failures to protect
them from infections
inward and outward<
desirous of infecting
and you claim
"did your best"
with reddened gilded~guilt edged letters
a illegitimized excuse.
knowing you cannot protect them from the
evils already contained
within,
and the without,
so well hidden,
the bullying torturers,
who are their parents
who go unpunished!
who cares
whose the guit moreover,
all needy for a No, no, No!
the visiuons implanted in my brain,
beg sleep to banish them
from under my drooping eyelids,
but the lightning screams overheard,
infect my eyes,
and the sleep slowed
from
my hopeless prayers of remorse, restitution,
laying bed flat, supplicating
anyone who hears this total body cri,
and no one answers
for the guilt is widespread, broadly shared,
anyone who is parenting,
knows,
the answer will not be forthcoming
and forgiveness will not be granted
by yourself
to yourself
from yourself
for forgiveness
for this
one on the list of multicipity of sins
committed,
is not attainable...
and to sleep,
bit by an asp.
who delivers a certain kind of respite,
perchance, not to dream,
is my only hope...
Saturday,
2/19/25
10:00PM
Apr 20, 2025
Apr 20, 2025 at 11:21 AM UTC
I have no words of wisdom
no witty retort, or reply
every year, at least so it seems
another small part of me, dies
The world is not what it was
we've heard such words from the past
and yet, we think to ourselves
why oh why, does time, move so fast?
I'll one day depart on that ship
the one that never, returns
why is it, why is it, my son?
humanity, never does
learn
Dec 27, 2024
Dec 27, 2024 at 9:12 AM UTC
Money can be like water as it flows through our hands
and the more we have to do with it the more it demands.
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Money seems like water as it passes between our fingers
and the longer we have to deal with it the more it lingers.
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Money is like water as it's grasped with our hands
and the firmer we hold it the more it withstands.
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Nov 16, 2023
Nov 16, 2023 at 7:33 PM UTC
scrolling or snoring
calls from men and divine i am ignoring
ponder on topics not so boring
trying time, double my dosage
ivory mind, cracked porcelain
back to scrolling then snoring
either wrapped up in work or my blanket
my daydreams like lightening
suddenly flash, reality i cannot grasp
then a voice follows mumbling crass
words, worlds, bridges, roads
open doors then immediately close
it is scary, it is a journey
that my soul has been yearning
discerning 3rd eye glowing
Jul 25, 2023
Jul 25, 2023 at 4:32 PM UTC
——
7:05 AM Sun Aug 14 2022
this com-plaint again?
a FPOTD^ comes on like a summer cold,
fast, annoying and unexpected in mid-August, requiring
instant attention, dueling satisfaction, immediate ****** completion.
‘tis no secret to those who love me (why else would
you be so foolish to read this scribble), that I am a sadly ****
fading desirable, somewhat literate, old man of advancing years.
(here my conscience inserts fiddling doddering old fool,
but a successful old men
Senatorial filibuster denies passage of this clause)
I confess my symptoms, without shame, but with deep anger,
that I’ve failed myself, permitted the slow decay to gain secure
footholds in the Black Mountains of my body.
my hands do no tremble, yet, my gait is not a oldster shuffle, yet,
with a squint, can still read some fine print, even find the balance
resources for a near-daily moderate paced, 4 mile walkabout.
what then do you fail to grasp?
Exactly. Every gesture, every step, touching, task-moderate is a calculus of deliberate exactitude, so refined, an-ever-so, careful
UNhurried grasping of my fave 19oz. Macintosh mug.
deep seated aches in extremities, bending requires malice aforethought, long drives requires reassembly to remove me from
the driver’s seat, don’t ask about recovery from trunk unloading!
the day begins. shall not catalogue the many mini-acts that will
be performed, combining balance and fine minute movements,
there will be grumbling aplenty, screams of Joy & Pain,
for such is life when you’re are in the finale act!
***Bluntly, then, recap,
the gangrene is deep in the places where there is
no recovery possible, no forgiveness available, and the stench
of aging, the old man stink is musk-masked, but unmistakable
and I grasp each arriving second with alacrity, care.***
<>
“And Mr. H. will demonstrate
Ten summer sets he'll undertake on solid ground
Having been some days in preparation
A splendid time is guaranteed for all.”^^
8:17 AM
Shelter Island
^ First Poem of the Day
^^ “For the Benefit of Mr. Kite” by John Lennon and Paul McCartney
Aug 14, 2022
Aug 14, 2022 at 8:21 AM UTC
It all seems to fade
It creeps along fading into
shades of grey
you fill the linger of it's haunting memory
as you grasp so tightly
it can't be kept in your grasp
you can only have it's joy
as it happens to exist
Sadly you don't know it only
will be for a short time
so as you feel the sadness
you mind wanders to the
truth
it's only gonna fade into a grey memory
you can't control it's time
or change it's ending
it will slowly fade away
Leaving you lost in a sadness
wishing it could have lasted longer
outta your control
it's just how it happens to be
So say goodbye
and let it fade
into a distant memory
© Jennifer L DeLong 🦏
Feb 6, 2022
Feb 6, 2022 at 12:52 AM UTC
A singular urge is a first,
reach out and stretch to grasp what's ahead.
Craving the crest of a wave,
we're high on the day as it's made.
Each is a slave where emotions are led,
fixed with impatient aches when we age.
Hard to remember which intentions were sent,
resetting said objectives of late.
Targets in sight from the white of your eye, these short lived events curl up in death.
Less than a wisp as it fades into air,
rolling along to reclaim what we shared.
Jun 20, 2021
Jun 20, 2021 at 12:33 PM UTC
The patterned colour(s) it leaves behind is magic
You'll read and may get nothing to grasp
Instead, you'll see then come to learn what's penned
May 1, 2021
May 1, 2021 at 5:20 PM UTC
I shake time's grasp with firm shrug
Before I know it
Again feel its tug
Then spit in its face
It spits right back
Taking position on top of my back
I guess we are stuck together for good
Stays longer than I wish it would
Feb 22, 2021
Feb 22, 2021 at 10:48 AM UTC
Every step I take towards living,
I'm stepping away from my calling
I'm stepping everywhere
end up getting nowhere
in search of stepping stones,
to move up the ladder
without grasping the idea
that these stones,
in due time,
will be steps I climb
up the downstair.
Nov 12, 2020
Nov 12, 2020 at 9:44 AM UTC
Teach me
Something
That
I have not
Learned
Well
Let me
Explain rightly
What
You have already
Learned
Sep 9, 2020
Sep 9, 2020 at 11:16 AM UTC
Walking along the waterside
Fingers sliding over long grass
I slump and sit in the grass
The sun just having set
You were once familiar
I gaze into the waters
My fingers tracing the ripples
Wandering along the direction
It flows
Wondering, why my fingers
Never seem to grasp
And fall into flow with
The waters that reflect the
Light I always like to see
Mar 26, 2020
Mar 26, 2020 at 9:54 AM UTC
There goes my hope
Slipping out of my fingers
And into your grasp
Your grasp around my neck
Unable to breathe from your lies
You knew how to make me feel warm
But other times so cold
Maybe its my fault I thought you could change
But hey, I guess we all struggle
To breathe more than others some days
Jan 16, 2020
Jan 16, 2020 at 10:53 PM UTC
Less education leads to a society
that cant grasp the concepts
of the future.
You will be a carcass of a dead past,
that others will remember.
As an ignorance of one that is fearful
of ones that could carry a people.
But laid them down to the ignorance
of what could be a educated nation,
now one of perpetual stupidity...
An ignorant one is one
that will falter
beneath the footsteps
of those educated in the future
and not the past ignorance that others cling too.
Nov 2, 2019
Nov 2, 2019 at 6:11 PM UTC
We are each a tool
And used in unison
We can build the stars.
But when used incorrectly
We'll break before we
Can reach further than our grasp.
May 11, 2019
May 11, 2019 at 2:18 AM UTC
I grasp it
and discern it's gonna blow out
Yet I never bemoan the moment enduring it
For the smile, it sells upon me
is the remembrance that will never wilt.
©_shade_of_a_lonely_girl
Apr 13, 2019
Apr 13, 2019 at 10:53 AM UTC
When I'm with you
My worries
My cares
My wounds
Blows away
Gone like a kite
With its string held
In your grasp
Apr 9, 2019
Apr 9, 2019 at 9:37 AM UTC
Reach into the nothingness
With an outstretched arm Inquisitorial
And pull a star down from the sky
A scar from the skin
Or the sight from within a strangers eye
Look and see
All the potential within that unique life
The marring and falling
The look of a life lived once alive
Mar 17, 2019
Mar 17, 2019 at 12:59 PM UTC
I take everything for what it is and never try to change it.
I take everything for what it is and never try to change it.
I take everything for what it is and never try to change it.
Just keep holding my hand,
In the coldest of nights,
and I’ll never try to change it.
Taking everything for what it is
will make me wanna change it
I forget that you won’t love me back.
But with everything for what it is,
I realize in the end
it’s me,
whose heart’s no longer intact.
Mar 14, 2019
Mar 14, 2019 at 11:26 AM UTC
Rubayiat Al Thurab (Verses of the Dust) - 67
BismillahIr RahmanIr Raheem
I don't probe the divine nature of eternal love!
The sincere desire what I naturally have for You,
I' inborn with Your passionate fondness,
To willingly embrace You my Beloved.
Nor my gentle heart is void!
Nor satisfactorily complete!
Nor it wantonly breaks!
Nor it inevitably perishes!
You the one Oh my Treasured!
Your eternal love eagerly grasps,
My gentle heart and properly advise
Me, ow to sincerely love!
Allah Khair..... Khairul Rabul Alameen Yah Arrahmanur Yah Raheem
Ummah Thurab - Badshah Khan.
©UT-BK 2019
Mar 11, 2019
Mar 11, 2019 at 8:46 AM UTC
Rubayiat Al Thurab (Verses of the Dust) – 22
BismillahIr RahmanIr Raheem
Willingly I ummah thurab, as passionate lover of my Beloved,
And as a wanderer (Faqeer) , by willingly’ I defame myself with my own will,
Without proper care about this ideal world or eternal fame,
Oh my social fellowship don’t try to think wistfully or sense.
To defame my noble dignity, as you may, don’t grasp my fierce rage.
I myself daunted and scared about my inner rage, Kindly do not disturb,
My wanderer path pleasantly let me be myself,
In the moral sense of my willingly lost,
And let me drown in my Beloved love forever!
Allah Khair….. Khairul Rabul Alameen Yah Arrahmanur Yah Raheem
Ummah Thurab – Badshah Khan.
©UT-BK 2019
Feb 9, 2019
Feb 9, 2019 at 3:16 AM UTC