arkayye

meandering thoughts wander off

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revolutions of the second hand
innumerable to the watchful eye
has not comforted this bruising
nor can this heart run far enough

away from the pulsing gangrene
when off the darkest mile it tread
in the cooling of a fading day that
gentle crushing fixed completely

drowning in despondent smiles
wafting wavelets forlorn, wailing,
whispering affections now silent
wanting a happier, more innocent time

 

 

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Author's Notes/Comments: 

first published online ca. 2005

age appropriate challenges

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In this lifetime of striving
childhood's tentative bumbling,
youth's arrogant impertinence,
middle aged regimented conceit,
in old age, encrusted intolerance;
when will we likely ever win?

 

 

 

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Author's Notes/Comments: 

pushing the thought to one end of the spectrum - less salient qualities.... of course begging the expression of the positive opposite possibility.

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to book or not to book

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unwritten words;

unprinted books:
orphaned thoughts

are never well placed

as an unread tome
or an uncommented
online posted poem

 

 

 

 

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desire

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flame
running faster than
you can flutter a lash
flash
rushing swifter than
we can sniff a flower
fresh
rippling quieter than
they can queue on Black
Friday

 

 

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modular nonconformity

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Never too early, never too late;
Life can be a heaped-up plate.


Today you are comfy, tomorrow, lost;
Yesterday's loss determines the cost.


The future disguises no blemishes.
Hope's a parachute that never perishes.

 

 

 

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Author's Notes/Comments: 

An older piece from a rhyming phase over two decades ago. Please be kind to this geezer of a poem.

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reminder

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filled with melancholy
mood lit by lampshade
names and faces dissipate

weathered post it sticks
if only the memory did

Are you my butterfly?

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My butterfly is no longer mine, 
I wonder if she ever really was; 
When she alights on my shoulder 
I know she wants me to hold her - 
Flies off and she's mine no longer. 

My butterfly so frail and fine, 
I wonder if I was ever hers; 
When she returns to kiss me again 
I know she's more than just a friend - 
Flies off and gone forever more. 

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when novelty fades

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vision quest

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Unearthing, sacred truths bring to light 
so many things that beforehand lay hidden 

and his voice rings clear and true 
he fell off the wall, neither I nor you 

to be himself and all he could be 
with or without all the kings horses or men 

to be yourself, his fervent wish 
the road we each must take, alone 

the futility we often times come against 
a madding crowd - formidable, unforgiving 

but the greatest hindrance lay within 
laying down the dream is sure defeat 

a parade, his childhood dream to see 
and that he attained, however brief 

the truth - his passing is not in vain 
his light reveals the way of freedom 

that gaze is faraway - not unfocused 
meeting another set of questing eyes 

sweetly surrender - a dream's demise 
and like a phoenix - as new dreams arise 




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Author's Notes/Comments: 

prior publication from a period of grief at the passing of a friend by his own hand.