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David R May 2022
stick it together with sellotape
hide the cracks as best you can
as long as it stays in rotund shape
leave the mess for another man
David R May 2022
sometimes i yearn to sing with the stars
to be one with Jupiter, Venus 'n Mars
to scale the heavens, make my voice heard,
to soar ever upwards, on feathers of bird,
to join in the song of orange-tipped rays
that shine over Earth at start of new days
to bathe in the light of Eternal's blue gown
and sew for Him words He can wear as a crown

and at once i am there, in the heavens above,
in the waves and the currents of outpour of love,
dancing among stars of burning white fire
circling with angels of purest desire
the existence of self dissolved in the ether
the soul's divine rest with the Earth far beneath her
spirit at rest in the ***** of Source
in loving embrace of benevolent Force
Mind of the Father and Womb of the Mother,
Arms of my Friend, breath of my Lover

there i forget all the pain and the sorrow
the worry, the fear, the concern of the morrow,
i forget to beseech, to implore and to pray
to scream and to shout, to beg and to say
"Make the world better, that man and beast
not prey on each other, on their downfall not feast,
that each live in harmony as sister and brother
with regard and care and concern for the other,
that there be an end to the senseless warfare,
that breeds on pride, that sows despair,"
To plead, "put a kibosh on the metal annihilator,
the blaster, the bomb, the knife of executioner,
that seeds of pure kindness should sprout and proliferate
heal minds of the mindless and hearts of the ingrates."

i forget to pray, to roar "it's enough!
all the death, all the sickness, all the hurt thereof",
for there in heaven there is only love
there's no mention of pain in the heavens above.
BLT's Merriam-Webster Word of The Day Challenge
#benevolent, kibosh
David R May 2022
"you're not made of glass," he said,
no. glass cannot die. I'm dead.

"you gotta be more joyful," he quipped,
try it when you've been slipper-whipped.

does no-one understand?
is there no-one here?
in this bitter land
does no-one lend an ear?

when you've been crushed and daunted
abused, smeared and taunted
your soul remains haunted
believe me

after pain, sling 'n sting
you forget how to sing
a broken bowstring
cannot stand king

believe me.

i'm broken.
  May 2022 David R
Lori Jones McCaffery
Once I swam with brilliant fishes
In overcrowded civic ponds,
And my intellect was gleaming
As I showed it out at will.

But I can’t do that anymore.
My access to myself is gone.
I can’t retrieve the words I need
To navigate my way across
The torrent that is called a stroke.

Helpless creature on the bank,
Now I pitifully flop and
Gasp for words that may not come.
No hope of swimming any more.

No hope for much of anything
But numbness and despair
Tortured by the memory
Of flashing through the water.
      ljm
Two years on and little improvement.
David R May 2022
sagacious soul
spirit with goal
longs to ascend and unite

disorientated drunk
beat as salt junk
daylight as dark night

with left-handed shove
and right handed love
I'll mollify corporeal sprite

then as sweet-heart and darling
the dove with the starling
shall consummate heavenly rite

together as one
G-d's favourite son
shall shine the Infinite's light

the world once more
transparent door
to Love that is hidden and bright

more than the sun
at height of its run
transforming all pain and all blight

to peace everlasting
passionate soul's asking
the light of the day in the night
BLT's Merriam-Webster Word of The Day Challenge
#sagacious orientate salt junk mollify darling
David R May 2022
violin strings
taut to the touch
tremble, tremour and break

deepest springs
of holy smudge
turn grey, of form opaque

give us wings
a line to crutch
salve from exhausting ache

a balm from stings
from hurt too much
a limit to chafe we take

soul longs to sing
escape from hutch
to soar the skies as lake

reflecting King's
celestial drudge
the sun in morning's wake
David R May 2022
where is the shout, the worldly disgust,
the horror, the uproar, the outrage,
where is that voice that claims that it must
protest against violence and rampage?

where are ye peace-lovers, ye pursuers of love
ye headlines of feigned dismay
ye banners of rainbows, of flying doves
ye marches, protests of foul-play?

machetes and axes in vicious slaughter
slice up three lives in midday
life flows away, blood flows as water
and nary a voice or a bray
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