"newborns" poems
We came,
like young infants
stumbling head-long into hedonistic existence
Feeling air beneath our feet in the weed-smelling rooms,
hiding behind cushions and blankets and exchanging knowing looks
on starry nights.
We ran,
down green hills on hot, sunny days
and burned our hands on shed roofs
and the ends of rolled cigarettes.
We drank,
berry cider in the dark,
dancing drunkenly outside bars,
sharing secrets behind closed doors
and open whiskey bottles.
We needed,
no one but each other
and each other's mothers -
Some opening their arms to us
to swaddle us like newborns,
Others dismissing us with a wave of a hand
We spent,
the last year of our school lives
immersed in each other,
some more than others.
We cried,
like shell-shocked soldiers
behind locked bedroom doors
and into smashed-up mobile phones.
We returned,
to those dark evenings,
to drink ***** on hilltops and smoke endlessly,
laughing at everything ******
We were glowing stars.
We loved,
and those immature jokes hit our shields
and not our bones.
And now our lives have changed
and all those heady evenings spent
hiding beer from Bulgarians
are behind us all.
We are alone,
in this world.
Some moreso than others,
But we are alive.
We are still us.
Oct 19, 2014
Oct 19, 2014 at 3:03 PM UTC
How awesome is your name throughout the earth and your majesty is far beyond the wonder of the earth and the heavens far above. It is exalted by all creation, even from the mouths of newborns. You have fashioned praise in defense against evil and chaos and render them powerless. I look to the heavens to marvel at your handiwork. The sun, the moon, the stars that you alone, by a word, have set in place. How is it that one as great and awesome as you would notice us, to care, and love us? But in all our frailty and mortality you have created us to be like you, a little lower than the angels. You gave us glory and honor. You have us power and authority to rule over what you have fashioned. You gave us dominion over the birds in the sky, the fish in the sea, and the beasts of the field. You have given us all of this. How awesome, how great, is your name Oh Lord My God throughout all the earth!
Lord, we exalt and we praise your name through all the earth. How great how marvelous are the works you have made. You have lifted us up from our smallness and weakness to be like you, to be close to you. You have given us power, authority, and dominion over your creation. Help us to be good stewards to take care of and nurture all of creation and all life. We are too prone to turn our thoughts to the evil one and we don't always protect and respect this gift as we ought. Forgive us Lord, look with love and compassion upon your beloved, and lead us back to yourself once more. Amen.
Sep 15, 2015
Sep 15, 2015 at 6:31 PM UTC
Those sometimes
those moments of time….
I’ve Had My Times.
I’ve had my times….
times of feeling loss, pain, hurt
times of wanting to run, to leave
to go far away where nobody knows me…
there was a time when i was carefree, loving life
and in one moment,
in one little moment, it was gone.
i’ve been beaten down, i’ve had my innocents ripped away
[fifteen-year abusive marriage] ***** at sixteen]
i’ve cried a river or maybe it’s been an ocean of tears….
[pain consumed my life for many years]
i’ve felt the hand of death too many times
my soul has bled, my heart….. has known much pain
i’ve looked through windows of dark blue
seen streaks of red…
pondered black holes…
have had days of staying in bed…
sometimes i’ve wanted the world to just go
leave me behind
let me be, let me die….
BUT……
I’ve had those moments of time when….
i’ve held new life in my hands
heard the beauty of a newborns cry
i’ve seen the beauty of an ocean sunset
gazed wondrously at sea spirits’ dancing on the water
i’ve breathed deeply in the fresh mountain air
felt the softness of a breeze
like gentle fingers moving through my hair
i’ve seen the old find new love
an amazing magical sight to see…
i’ve watched my children build beautiful lives
not always perfect but, full of hopes and dreams.
i’ve learned to give through my pain
i’ve seen and felt passion
i’ve walked through fire
and found true beauty on the other side.
i look for beauty every day, even when it’s hard to do
i let love flow to every part me
giving the best to you.
i let it consume me because falling into the depths
of the demons of my past, would destroy
that part of my soul i have fought so hard to get back
to keep, so i let love, passion, and beauty consume me.
And I Forever Will…..
~
A sweet release we give our heart
from pain of past that tore apart,
relief that only one can find
when hearts we let, become unconfined
to leave behind those stormy skies
letting self-love baptize…
~
May 20, 2018
May 20, 2018 at 12:33 PM UTC
Softly and steadily we munch
A roller motion action
As we gently pass over
Living in a contented silence
Randomly we each call
Hollow pipes we are played
By the holy organist
As life plays its tune
Understood be very few
As we submit to the herd
And spiral around a oneness
Mooing and mooing
With a great gusto
We send out O's
circles spiraling
Softly blowing bubbles
With an oily shine
We are carried forward
In these bulbs of light
Air filled with vibration
Caressing and holding
Our community with
An invisible film
As we all feel this
Light headed embrace
And the golden ring of community
Is placed on our finger
We say "YES YES YES "
For we love her very much
Living free of hierarchy
As everyone is equal
Servant and master
Divorced from the conflicting
Ties of politics
We are as level and free as
The planes from which we graze
Living a freedom faraway from
Rank and power
And enjoy the vast out stretching
Places where our hearts unburdened
By mountains unfold into unlimited spaces
Collapsing within each breath
We spread our Love with the ease
Of melting butter in the African sun
Far and wide
In the mating season
We may bumble around
Like bumper cars
As you can not underestimate
The force of each individual
As we bang and bang our way
Through life until opportunity knocks
Until life says yes
As our our stubbornness
Is not just the perfect No
But the perfect Yes to
And mothers reward our newborns
With her loving milk
The perfect colostrum
A silky bliss
In the expansive community
Of wildebeest and cattle
Where endless love
Can spread like water
We can learn so very much
Dec 14, 2014
Dec 14, 2014 at 7:09 AM UTC
Day One:
A voice speaks to me.
When you realize that being lost is so close to being found, you see a sea of family members plagued within the lineage of licentious newborns and hospital beds. You become yourself, a lisp.
Day Two:
Long ago in a city left unscorned he was torn, from the cokeheads and colorful regimes, angels sing long songs of separation anxiety and **** withdrawal. I was torn from the deadbeats of supposed society and three day vicodin trips into my mind. So can you let me know when I get there? ‘Cause I left there running…I wonder, did someone ever tell you that two strangers could twist around your neck at beck and that three parked cars and seventeen lonely nights could haunt you for the rest of your faces.
Day Three:
Tell me of your drug induced hallucinations.
Day Four:
Wait. Hear. Can’t you listen to the relapse? Stop, think. No. gone. Left. Love. Return. My curious addiction. Go back into yourself and listen. Can’t you hear your soul call to me? It’s loud.
Day Five:
I remember prizes at the bottoms of cereal boxes, right before the net broke. Will you be first? Snap back to reality.
It’s dark in here. Wretch from me… I am crying, screaming,
haha! I’m melting inside!
Day Six:
By plucking her petals you do not gather the beauty of the flower, but the seed inside
Caked over in grief, we are not plates that match. But fools of folly caught in a sea of coke and disillusioned discord. Speed stands between directing and orders to death’s soldiers.
Day Seven:
The difference between God and his counterpart is that he makes exceptions!
Except me.
Day Eight:
Accept me!
Please.
Wait.
No.
don’t slow,
speed.
I can only take so much forgiveness,
is a decision, and I cannot make it.
I am without it, leave me breathless.
Day Nine:
The angel of death waits
He comes for me, but I am running, finding, hiding my inner Nemo in the hands of oxycodon, privileged in the amenities of amphetamines.
I am tired of running!
Haggard.
Take away my hands, my restraints.
Let me feel
again.
Please.
Day Ten:
I am awake.
There is an apple in my field of vision.
Kiss it. Love it.
Take it to hedonism and back again.
But it knows too much.
So tell it everything will be ok.
It lives in epilepsy.
So placate it.
Resurrect my apocalypse.
Jul 31, 2013
Jul 31, 2013 at 8:57 PM UTC
Loving you is easy,
because you are belovedly lovable.
You have love handles,
and I never fear falling out
of love with you.
You have loving arms
that you lovingly embrace with.
You are double the lovable
of any other lover.
Many can claim
that love is hard,
but while life is hard,
and we have hit our rough roads
while traveling together,
it has always been easy loving you.
Anyone who doesn't love you
needs a copy of love for dummies...
Because only a dummy would not be able to see,
just how lovable you are.
I could compare you to a nursery full of newborns,
crossed with a gaggle of puppies and kittens,
a playlist of my favorite songs,
a cocktail of aphrodisiacs,
mixed with every memory
of every night spent with good friends,
the laughter of children,
and the Beatles in their prime,
and it wouldn't come close to describing,
just how belovedly lovable you are.
Sep 16, 2012
Sep 16, 2012 at 10:29 AM UTC
Infancy, not remembered
Newborns with original sin
Mother is a vessel
Baptism should come later in
Life
Waves of temptation
Bring the proud to decay
The divine is given to evil men
Who value Greek gods and prey
Upon life
Racing against the depths
Of unforgivable time
We push death out
Of our minds
With true love
The stormy *********** of human life-
Wonderful and forgettable
Nov 27, 2012
Nov 27, 2012 at 11:09 AM UTC
Hey dad
Do you remember me?
As a baby?
Do you remember me,
Remembering you?
As newborns typically don't do.
Smile laugh and reach for you.
I imagine the same reaction if
I were to see your face
This Father's Day.
Jun 11, 2014
Jun 11, 2014 at 6:37 PM UTC
Welcome
Lost Souls,
To a society where
Broken hearts are balanced on tightropes
Stretching across a darkness as thick as an
Overgrown forest that only flickering candles
Can push away.
Welcome
New Fighters,
To a war of words
Where people use their voices trying to make sense
Of the music in their heads and in their hearts.
Where everyone is terrified of falling because
They don't know who they'll be
When they get back up.
Welcome
Newborns,
To a world of childhood and age,
With people who learn to want before they learn
What they want
And what they need.
Where your childhood is dependant on how much
You know before you realize
That some truths were lies
And that there is no rewind button
For sight.
Welcome
Dear Angel,
To a world where you only came
To those who waited for a lifetime and more
Just holding on to a hope older
Than their mind.
To a world where
Some were lost before you could
Find them and
We blame you for not coming
Even though we know it's not your fault.
Welcome
Sad Demons,
To our world where we were taught
To fight with fangs and claws
Against ourselves and against
You.
Where we're all terrified of what lurks
Inside our chests until
We come to realize that
The forest shadows that
We cast as monsters are just
Trees.
Welcome
Far Aliens,
To our everlasting war
Where you'll be left shocked by the way
We'll tear ourselves and others apart
Just to feel whole.
Just to keep what's ours.
Where you'll be left wondering at the fact that
We're terrified of being alone
And that we know we need someone
Despite our desire to hide in our lonely darkness
Whenever a wandering light comes along
Because of the fear of what we'll
Find within that darkened forest.
Welcome
Children,
To a scary world where you know
Everything when you're young because
You knew that everything
Was gonna be alright,
And that's all that anyone needs to know
In order to survive this fight.
Welcome
To our world of broken glass.
Jan 9, 2019
Jan 9, 2019 at 6:04 PM UTC
Walk with me,
Through the night.
Such blissful glimmering,
Promise above.
My hand in yours,
Yours in mine.
Lovers fated,
With promised shine.
That deepening dark,
Hiding us true.
Naked we were-
Invisible to all.
All that is known.
My hand in yours,
Yours in mine.
Lovers fated,
With promised shine.
Light pooled from above,
The creek reflecting sky.
Bathe us in innocence.
Arise as newborns.
Cry out: “Always Onward!”
My hand in yours,
Yours in mine.
Lovers fated,
With promised shine.
“Always Onward!” indeed-
Through thicket and tree.
Speak not of the path,
Traveled before.
Speak not of the path,
That lay ahead-
Only travel.
My hand in yours,
Yours in mine.
Lovers fated,
With promised shine.
We must not stay-
There is field to traverse,
Mountains to conquer.
Be light on your feet,
Radiant star.
My hand in yours,
Yours in mine.
Lovers fated,
With promised shine.
Shadows sure to haunt-
Born from timber,
From moon.
Fear not nature’s ruse-
We are roaring animals!
“Always Onward!”
My hand in yours,
Yours in mine.
Lovers fated,
With promised shine.
Moss at foot and leafs of past,
Share with us-
Your everything.
Energy of all things-
Gone and to come.
My hand in yours,
Yours in mine.
Lovers fated,
With promised shine.
Cliff top high, oh release us.
Let us know the world,
As does the wind-
Touching everything.
My hand in yours,
Yours in mine.
Lovers fated,
With promised shine.
Above it all we soar,
Eagles we are-
Royalty of the sky.
What Gaze from below-
What gaze at majesty.
Dawn would show our feathers,
But in the night-
We are but gusting wings.
My hand in yours,
Yours in mine.
Lovers fated,
With promised shine.
Alas! The horizon!
Water and sky meet,
But the journey yet to end.
Procreated by thunderous roars-
We animals HOWL!
“Always Onward!”
“Always Onward!”
“Always Onward!”
Sep 15, 2012
Sep 15, 2012 at 5:20 AM UTC
frozen fallout shelter housing dried goods and tinder
black bean and rice prepper bent on the end of days
looking first to the sky and then to the government
absorbing radiation and propaganda
faster than organic apple juice can flush the system
triple berry blast yogurt smoothie shakes violently
in hands coated with Lyme and the scent of the non-believers
bodies unburied lead only to disease and discomfort
stench filled landscape harboring mutated mankind
arms outstretched seeking normalcy and edible grains
contaminated meat from damaged cans sits unprotected
thin and frail lithosphere no longer preventing dermal cancer
only encouraging drought and famine while burning retinas and emaciating newborns
procreation as a plan of self-destruction and child-abuse
distant smokestacks, cracked, create a forlorn skyline
instilling visuals from days gone by
of easy life and happy youngsters
before the nuclear discovery
Mar 17, 2014
Mar 17, 2014 at 3:54 PM UTC
The soft heavens above
gently let their children
fall to the ground, small
sparkling baby diamonds
land delicately on top of
one another, cuddling together,
sharing all they have
to give; their icy warmth
and soft touch
before the sun wrenches apart
the protective clouds and
turns her heated gaze
at the resting newborns
Feb 18, 2010
Feb 18, 2010 at 10:21 AM UTC
My new medium
the Sanskrit pen
that makes my words widen
I wish the upstairs was more silent
I'm afraid of waking them
I return from the carriage quarters
where I blew off smoke
sending quick wisps through rings
and I closed the six doors of the four chambers
to arrange an exorcism
The smoke must dissolve
in only haunted rooms
and not reach the vents of elders or newborns
cause they'll certainly frighten
thinking demons abound
Numb as the ****** depersonalized
but realizing it (wanting it)?
What's my name?
I won't tell
but if you know it
could you say it aloud?
I swear someday I'll know myself
Oct 26, 2015
Oct 26, 2015 at 11:18 PM UTC
And the sun is rising.
A crisp winter dawn is giving birth to this great city.
Rays of light kissing one way signs with promises amidst the building chaos.
The ear-spitting labour song gathers momentum and breaks into a cacophony
of horns panting, rails screeching, breaks shushing,
crowds pushing, rushing to the sound of can I get a hoagie?
a bagel, black coffee, eggs
scrambled into the pulsating clouds
light with smiles and heavy with the fuming of exhaust pipes
contracting to the crowning of car bonnets and head lamps and taxi cab signs
dancing in a place, to a pace and a rhythm constructed, conducted
by a lone woman in blue with benign brown eyes
leading a symphony of brake light beating, feet pounding, bus groaning,
venders sighing, newborns crying, school bus squealing,
pedal revving, fingers drumming, foot tapping pedestrians building
to erupt in a crescendo of a man asking to buy a cigarette for a dollar
and refusing to accept it for free.
To a heavy building door held open by a New York giant inviting me in;
welcoming me to the raw, ragged, rich, beautiful carnage
of the afterbirth.
Dec 2, 2013
Dec 2, 2013 at 9:39 AM UTC
Where am I?
What is this?
Warm, Wet,
I'm swimming.
Alone, Alone for so long.
Not knowing right from wrong.
A thought - What is this I'm thinking?
Bumps and lumps and all kinds of triumphs.
A race for survival - Depending on all but me.
Made from love or misery?
Who am I?
I can hear voices,
Especially one - Constantly there.
She sounds so sweet.
Who is she?
What will my life be like?
Endless possibilities - No choices.
A game of chances.
What will become of me?
A Newborns destiny - A lottery.
Apr 6, 2014
Apr 6, 2014 at 1:05 AM UTC
Deep into the midnight
below the gleaming star,
I stepped on the running wall — the creation of Nirvana,
lights.
Heaven's an enigma
a forged between the steely and the curve
the star's collision and the minor parts
have the iciest heart — a grain of Truth.
Prophesy the future,
shuffle the sheets
and let them look at
your eyes — does it carry the dullest truth?
Or a blundered ignorance?
Does the dawn of the newborns
form the hallowed mysteries
of heaven's plea?
Into the Unborn
where the sky holds a mere certainty.
You climb long — to match the moon's faint
and the beaming sunlight;
where the galaxy
was just as narrow
as the strange fragments
of what we see?
Then if beneath us was the roaring storm,
will it expose the unborn?
Will the dream catch us
when we fall asleep?
Into the future.
Jun 26, 2020
Jun 26, 2020 at 10:34 AM UTC
every now and then
I receive emails from former students
with pictures of their newborns
each time
I am deeply touched
that they feel
I would like to know
about their lives’ great events
I reply with loving mails
congratulating them
wishing them much joy
and patience
with their adorable offsprings
it is just nice to know
that the people
whose lives you shared for a few years
are doing well
Oct 20, 2016
Oct 20, 2016 at 7:40 PM UTC
To wonder at the sound of another's heartbeat
and marvel at the rising and falling
The colors of the rainbow first filling wide open eyes
how they take the breath away
Claiming shapes and sounds and smells
the entire universe a pile of jigsaw puzzle pieces
One day fit together
to reveal the most beautiful reflection
To hear every sound for the first time
and know silence as ending and beginning
From within
the spirit remembers
Struggling against and with another spirit
the soul is molded
Almost a fog, hovering around the body
it glows
Mine had grown dim
had become heavy as stone
A mocking albatross
with no patience for sluggish maturity
I'd begun to question it's very existence
convinced by a hateful science
Beaten so badly with the cudgel of years
I longed to be rid of it
Until you came along with your angel song
the very sound of our beating heart
Like the winging of birds
in free fall, ecstatic
You dragged me out of hell with the ringing of your voice
the singing of a song that pulled me into heaven
The sound of newborns crying in amazement
at the very rhythm of life itself
How bittersweet it is to surrender you
to the quiet from where you were born
I would hold on forever
but you fade even as my heart is filled
Not gone...
merged, quiet, waiting
You leave me knowing
you will never leave me
For you have become my soul
a partner in sound and silence
See the miracle of music
it glows
Sep 4, 2013
Sep 4, 2013 at 10:24 PM UTC
Your old body probably with a young soul
We're not so different you and me,
perhaps,
as I think I start to know how it feels,
clinging to the glory of the fountain of youth.
Yet what should be imparted wisdom doesn't come naturally,
it doesn't come certainly,
certainly doesn't come through your disapproving glances,
or through your continuous effort to invalidate the youngers.
Probably we're not so different you and me,
as I think I start to know the temptation,
the temptation of void self glorification,
a route I think created by the pestering need of self validation,
Yet I don't think I'd choose what you choose,
as much I would think I'm capable of,
I'd choose to learn,
rather than opposing the newborns
Aug 16, 2014
Aug 16, 2014 at 11:53 AM UTC
In the crows nest
Wind burnt and ruddy
From past navigational
Errors. Wearing stripes earned
While traversing the
Luna Sea
I see a new world
It smells as fresh
As a newborns
Head, and
As promising as a
:::Higgs Boson:::
Unwinding paired bases
And just-in-cases
Leaving no traces, and
Sharing open spaces
A gossamer trail,
it seems, might
~prevail~
Jan 14, 2018
Jan 14, 2018 at 10:46 AM UTC
Would you love me if my skin was beautiful
a perfect porcelain
without scars marring my skin?
Would you love me if i had full lips
the delicate kind
that kissed roses everday?
Would you love me if i had a straight nose
a feminine one
that looked perfect from every angle?
Would you love me if i had doe shaped eyes
an innocent pair
that showed my inner purity?
Would you love me if i had an unbroken heart
like those of newborns
trusting and joyful every passing second?
Would you love me if i had a clean soul
white as the first fall of snow
never to have known of darkness and unimagninable hurts?
Would you love me if i had a muscial laughter
like gentle gurgles of a stream
never a note out of place in its symphony?
Would you love me if i spoke in soft tones
never to utter a curse
with diplomacy ruling my tongue?
Would you love me if i was this check list
of what others considered beauty
seemingly the ideal whose hand a task to win?
If you could love me as this
erase meat once from the chambers of your mind
leave no trace of my presence visible
i would be sure to disappoint your wishes and dreams
you held on high pedestals
For i am riddled with battlescars
and my words would only voice my honest opinions
my body breaking the mould of ideal perfection
my heart a shattered vase taped together
my soul steeped in darkness yet riddled with wells of dreams
If you could love my imperfections
If you could love my soul
then you and i could possibly be together
as imperfection but never alone.
Feb 5, 2015
Feb 5, 2015 at 10:50 AM UTC
And speaking to the western wind,
In the sped and turning time of the revolving sky
As a top unwinding like a dropped fable;
He dreams of taking leave, unraveling the coil
Upending his foil
Of listless sights as daylight creeps one more tread
And sweet belief breaks down once again:
Days that are ******* like a sad hunt
When the tracker is bent
On tragic orchestrations that only lead to a duel . . .
Undoing, Oh must it be, "Must we fit?"
Let us know and get on with it.
In his bed the women are only dreams
Phantoms, iridescent sirens.
. . . . . . . . . . . .
Yes! I am not King Lir, nor could ever be;
Am a child cast out, transfigured, remote
Innocent, prey to the white flaming truth
The growing down, that clothes my name
Inconsequential, sheathed with shame,
Polite, capricious, calamitous;
Empty of all, it is unanimous
Nor even the memory of ripeness
Invisible, a drop in the pool.
I am weary . . . I am weary . . .
I shall whisper to the newborns when I am old.
Shall I build upon the strand? Have swordplay with the sea?
I shall tear my hair, mutter to the moon, bury my wounded knees
I have heard the Selkies singing, sailing with the breeze.
I do not think they will give their skin to me.
I have known them gliding beyond the ninth wave.
I still hear them sing so sweetly, weaving sorrows, on my back
Carving the blue waters as the waves are turning black.
We come and go in cycles with the moon, as tidal waves
Seep and seethe, foam and heave, lone captains setting sail,
In folly with a capsize brimming, before our boat has been bailed.
— after Elliot
Jan 2, 2013
Jan 2, 2013 at 6:59 PM UTC
the strangest thing happens to me when you are in a
50 mile radius of where i'm sitting.
it's almost like my tongue loses sensation and it is nailed
down to a board where signs can be hung.
and when i do speak, i stutter like skipping rocks and
broken records and lies, but
i never lie because my dad always told me to be honest.
so let me be honest with you,
and i'll let you into my mouth to take a look and see
the wasteland that holds the words like "hell"
but i was told soap would be my next meal if i ever would say it out loud.
now i can say such things because i'm not a little girl,
(i may be short with a short attention span and short patience),
but in my bones i'm taller than the empire state building
and you could always see the top like you discovered a new
love for star wars all over again.
and since i'm all grown up, i can tell you how i tangled things,
which i do a lot, because sometimes i get bored
or the timing is off,
but i hope for a comb to root up some of the knots.
and when my fifteen minutes come i will
shower you with light questions and
phrases that i want to hand out on a silver platter;
like, "i'm glad you are back in town" or
"i'm doing swell!"
and if you think this is about you, stranger,
it might be and we just haven't met but i really really really
hope this doesn't happen again.
but if it does,
please know that you provided the telescope so i could
learn how the body works and you may find that
really creepy.
it's not how it looks, i wouldn't lie to you.
so i level my eyes to peer through the belly of
a hot air balloon and the flame catches my
heart as it starts to flutter up
to the wires and fabric that delicately cradles the weight of
our bodies as if we are pink newborns,
thrown into this world with no knowledge of when things will get easy.
and i'll ask you politely to let me go, so no one will question
why i was with a stranger.
Mar 10, 2011
Mar 10, 2011 at 5:43 AM UTC