POETRY

HAVE A PEEK

PETER PAN

NOT A MAN

JUST A BOY 

FULL OF JOY

TINKERBELL

WHAT A GAL

FAIRY LIKE

MAGIC SPRITE

NEVERLAND

UNDERSTAND

I INSIST

DOES EXIST 

YOUNG AT HEART

PLAY A PART

FAIRY DUST

IS A MUST

FLY AWAY

THERE SOMEDAY

IN YOUR DREAMS

SO IT SEEMS

MAGICAL

MYSTICAL

CASUAL

CLASSICAL

FAIRY TALE

PIERCE THE VEIL

HAVE A PEEK

WHAT YOU SEEK

WILL BE FOUND

ALL AROUND

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I'VE OFTEN SAID I'M PETER PAM

I WON'T GROW UP

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bkoBFRP4gPI&list=PLfrTz7o37VP8Evwi3X-U9V...

 

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KEEP THEM GUESSING

DOES ANYONE

REALLY KNOW

ANYONE

DO YOU EVEN

KNOW YOURSELF

DO YOU JUST

DO WHAT YOU MUST

TO ADJUST

TO CIRCUMSTANCE

PERCHANCE

DO YOU DARE

TO SHARE

EVERYTHING

OR BITS AND PIECES

HERE AND THERE

TO KEEP THEM GUESSING

Author's Notes/Comments: 

A POEM I WROTE AWHILE AGO CALLED WHO AM I WHEN WAS IN MY MIND WHEN I WROTE THIS ONE. I RECITED IT ON YOUTUBE IN MY POETRY PLAYLIST...

WHO AM I WHEN

 

WHO AM I WHEN I'M WITH YOU

WHO AM I WHEN I'M NOT

WHO AM I WHEN

INTERESTING QUESTION

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b8NrdsasqIQ&list=PLfrTz7o37VP9oDDjycNPPk...

 

 

Discordant Symphony




Discordant Note

Scratching, floating

Hanging in the air

 

 

Pressure ebbs and flows 

Headpiece filled with straw

 

 

A twisted melody lingers

Confusion and rage entwined 

Resentment's bitter sting

Wrestles with sorrow's whine

 

 

Innocence stolen, trust shattered

By hands meant to protect

 

 

The child within still bleeds

Silently searching, begging for respect 

 

 

Justice denied, our secrets buried

Master manipulator 

A monster cloaked in lies

 

 

Crimes still hidden 

Despite Death's hand

Too late for tortured cries

 

 

Feet of clay now returned to dust

From whence they darkly came

Leaving behind a tangled mess

Of trauma, grief and shame 

 

 

The urge to desecrate, destroy

Wage war upon their grave

Wrestling with guilt, pity and relief 

Yes, he is no more

But I am not yet saved

 

 

This victory feels hollow 

An unearned, empty gift

When wounds still pulse and throb

No closure, the burdens unshift 

 

 

 

I imagine looking for the tombstone,

Fists and soul clenched tight,

Anger, disgust, and rage.

 

 

Shadows cast doubt over my morals,

Compass dysfunctional, truth estranged.

Like Basque tongues tangled with Ainu clicks,

A labyrinth of questions ethics inflicts.

 

 

No tears of mourning shed

No idea the monster was laid to rest

Three years later, a happy accident

Release a demon locked deep in my chest

 

 

How to reconcile the little child

Who needed love and care

With the person now made to carry

This discordant note hanging in the air

 

 

In the depths of this discordance 

Frustration and confusion still rise

Dare I confront the shadows

Curse their peaceful demise?

 

 

Every anguished scream swallowed 

Each day, coerced, suffocated in silence

Transmuting years of buried aches

Why not release in rightful fierce violence?

 

 

Through serpentine paths of healing

Piece by shattered piece remade,

Scars shimmering with untold stories 

Of battles braved and traumas mourned

 

 

In owning all that was endured

By innocent hands and shattered trust

Languidly learning to cradle, soothe

My inner child waiting, weeping in the dust

 

 

Each breath is an act of bravery

Every step is defiant, resolute 

Reclaiming fractured narratives

No longer voiceless or mute

Through my poetry, I find release

May its rhythm grant me peace.

 

 

This journey from victim to victor

Is paved with shards of broken self

Reassembled by courageous hands

Into mosaics of pain and health 

 

 

A symphony of survival

Echoes in the spaces in between

I cannot rewrite my cruel history 

I yearn like others to live and dream

 

 

Beyond the reach of phantom hands

That sought to break and steal and mar

I rise in revolutionary softness

Tempered by battles, reminded by scars

 

 

The discordant note, a stubborn seed, 

Resists the soil, its tyranny decreed, 

Yet woven slow, within the larger frame, 

An ostinato may conquer its shame, 

Finds solace in the weave, a timeless plea, 

Echoing Eliot, Stravinsky rewrites history. 



Author's Notes/Comments: 

I found out this morning (yesterday now), some 13–14 odd hours ago – whilst mindlessly googling, that a person who manipulated and molested me as a child had passed away (almost three years ago).

 

The obituary stated that they died “Peacefully” whilst being cared for by [redacted]. The conflicting emotions are intense – that they can still torture from the grave – exhausting.

 

While dealing with this flood of emotion and wrestling with my conscience, I came across a poem fragment on my phone that I started to write a few years back. The result of what it has morphed into can be found below.

 

I know this poem is far from complete, but I needed to get it out therapeutically. So, if you wish to comment, you are welcome to critique - however, strictly with empathy and compassion. 

WHAT ARE Ps AND Qs

MIND YOUR Ps AND Qs

WHAT ABOUT  RSTUs

DO THEY THINK THAT WE ARE FOOLS

JUST WHAT ARE THOSE CRAZY RULES

I AM EASILY CONFUSED

NEVER MIND OH WHAT'S THE USE

SOME THINGS JUST CAN'T BE DEFINED

SOME ARE BETTER LEFT BEHIND

AT LEAST THAT IS WHAT I FIND

DANCING ROUND INSIDE MY MIND

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I WAS WATCHING HEART OF DIXIE AND SOMEONE SAID MIND YOUR Ps AND Qs AND I WAS LIKE THERE IS THAT PHRASE AGAIN THAT POPS UP EVERY ONCE IN AWHILE AND I'M LIKE WHAT DOES THAT MEAN EXACTLY...MY GUESS IS BE ON YOUR BEST BEHAVIOR BUT NOT REALLY SURE WHERE THAT CAME FROM AND IF THOSE LETTERS REFER TO ANYTHING SPECIFIC...SO NOT KNOWING WHY THEY CHOOSE THOSE TWO LETTERS I FOLLOWED UP WITH RSTUs JUST CUZ IT RHYMED...KINDA MADE ME THING OF RST AS REST OF Us OR Us...ANYWAY ANYTIME I HEAR THAT PHRASE I ALWAYS WONDER  WHAT IT MEANS EXACTLY AND WHERE THAT CAME FROM ANYWAY...I THINK MY GUESS IS RIGHT ABOUT BEST BEHAVIOR BUT NOT SURE WHY I THINK THAT...

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CONTEMPLATE

CONTEMPLATE

CONCENTRATE

DEMONSTRATE

DEVIATE

DESIGNATE

HESITATE

MEDITATE

MEDIATE

PERPETRATE

PENETRATE

RESONATE

REPLICATE

SIMULATE

STIMULATE

SATURATE

SEPARATE

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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SELECTIVE PERSPECTIVE

SELECTIVE

PERSPECTIVE

REFLECTIVE

INVENTIVE

ATTENTIVE

COLLECTIVE

CONNECTIVE

DECEPTIVE

DIRECTIVE

PERCEPTIVE

RECEPTIVE

SUGGESTIVE

INTENSIVE

PROSPECTIVE

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

INVENTION OF PERCEPTION

PREDESTINED

TO BE DESTINED

NOT TO MENTION

THIS DIMENSION

ITS ASCENSION

CAUSES TENSION

INTERVENTION

ITS INTENTION

IS INVENTION

OF PERCEPTION

SOME LIKE YOU

WHEN YOU'RE INNOCENT AND NAIVE

IT'S SO HARD FOR YOU TO BELIEVE

SO MANY ARE PRONE TO DECEIVE

WHAT A TANGLED WEB THEY WILL WEAVE

HOW DO YOU KNOW WHO YOU CAN TRUST

WHEN SO MANY OF THEM WILL JUST

CAUSE YOU TO BELIEVE THAT YOU MUST

QUESTION EVERYTHING IN DISGUST

SO MANY GOOD ARE OUT THERE TOO

JUST GOTTA BELIEVE THAT IS TRUE

WHAT ELSE  CAN YOU POSSIBLY DO

THAN BELIEVE THERE ARE SOME LIKE YOU

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

THIS POEM CAME TO ME WHILE WATCHING ELF....

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I'M NOT INTO SCI- FI

I'M NOT INTO SCI- FI

NOT CRAZY BOUT A.I.

IT WASTES TOO MUCH ENERGY

THEY NEED NEW TECHNOLOGY

THEY RUSH INTO WAY TOO MUCH

AND I'VE REALLY HAD ENOUGH

OF SO MUCH TOXICITY

THAT SCENE JUST ISN'T  FOR ME

WE NEED TO STOP MAD SCIENTISTS

LET'S LOCK THEM UP NOW THERE'S A TWIST

I WOULD TRULY LOVE TO SEE

SO WE ALL COULD LIVE IN PEACE