Saturday, April 30, 2011

Poem: Nothing Special

Nothing Special (As father did)


Soon she came to realize
That s/he was nothing special.
All the words were but a guise
They were, nothing special.

She gave a heart
Now left with a w/hole?
Was it all for naught?
Was it, nothing special?

“They” did tell her she deserved better
But she listened with only half an ear
And none a heart.
Because she thought, s/he was
Something special.

But alas, it soon came to past.
It became plain to see
That she, to he
Was nothing special.

So she swallowed the hurt. Put up the pride
Wall, behind which to hide.
And to every man will be done,
As father did.

They will all be, nothing more to she…
Nothing more, than nothing special.


© 2011 (ad infinitum)  

Sunday, April 10, 2011

Poem: Bittersweet

 Bittersweet
       
       Bittersweet
Just out of reach,
Of your hands.
The goal to grasp
A dream to clasp
Slip away like sand
From the palm of a hand.

Bittersweet
Like loves defeat.
Sweet surrender
With no happy end-ing
Temptation pend-ing.
Put play on pause
With no forward or rewind,
Sunlight is beautiful yet blind-ing.

Bittersweet
And here we meet.
In the middle of our lives
No choice but to compromise
Walk along these
Dark, desolate streets.
Chill wind at back
Full moon above
Rock away the world to sleep
Rock a good bye to love.

And at this beginning of the end
Bid goodbye a lover, greet a friend.
All but memory is lost
And what else that remains is
                                                     Bittersweet!

 
©2006 & ©2011 (ad infinitum)

Poem: Beautiful/Deadly

          Beautiful/Deadly
     
       The Scorpion stings
Its nature true.
As is the cobra
Bared fangs, no lying to you.

But Rose,
In all his beauty
Hides his weapons
Deadly!

Misconceptions and deceptions
All part of the Crying Game
As this Rose hides his true intentions
Thorny secrets tear and maim.

Hearts and hands left bleeding by his lies
While deadly beauty shines in the sun
And behind the closed doors of night?
Well, roses die with their weapons.


©2002 & ©2011 (ad infinitum)  

Wednesday, April 6, 2011

Poem: Of me. Of you. (Of us?)

Of me. Of you. (of us?)

The silence deafens.
Yet it speaks in volumes I can (still) hear
Loud and Clear.

Across the distance, I felt the retreat
It's been over a week. But I still cast my eyes
on to the recent past,
(though I know thine own eyes look back much further)

We may never meet (at least not yet).
But we have met.
In this "aether" net.

Doing this (forbidden?) dance, between "Pokes" and "Poetry".

I remember of meeting you in that dark shadow-y realm
Of when I listened to your darkness (mouth to ear in this medium)

Yes it is stark!
It is glaring!

But can't you see?
It has not corrupted me.
(Things you think I cannot bare. I have borne.
Even before I was born.)

This girl you've gotten to know
This woman you let in. Let be your friend
is as tough, as she is tender.

Age is but a number my friend
(as are vices, just 'dealing devices')
But I understand your angle
Your aim maybe to keep me at bay?
Make me see a light of day
and not be consumed by your own dark shadows?

I am not seeking to be your sonlight nor your saviour.
Just a friend, who can bend, without breaking.
(and yes, call me crazy 'cause I care, I don't care)

Though born bearing a name of "light"
This jeune femme too was born of night.
Albeit not close to as dark as ones own.
Darkness she has known.

Yes I live in the present
Yet I too, do reflect on the past
I know not what the future holds
But I always try to live in hope.

There may be, no you nor me
But is this as far as we can see?

Written or spoken, words are words,
But 'more than words' now there's the rub.

It was a meeting of minds that defied the distance "literarily"

But now, one mind is looking back in sadness? in melancholy?

While the other is staying steadfast until he, 'works his way back' to she.

"Those were the days."
  Were they?"

I say, Nay!

But rather, que sera, sera.

Come. What. May.



To: The Lion Hearted One

From: The Daughter of the Sun


© 2011 (ad infinitum)    

Saturday, January 1, 2011

New Year... Old reflections!


Wow! Does time fly. It's a new year already. 2011!

Albeit, personally, I didn't find 2010 went by all that fast. And I also thought 2010 to be good year (at least for me, in little 'enjoy the moment' bits & pieces). Here's hoping 2011 proves to be the same (if not better).


Nevertheless, with each new year, we often (or sometimes) find ourselves reflecting on the year or years that have passed. Those years that have gone before, which are now but memories of how we used to be, or what we used to do (if we are not still 'being and doing' that is).
Resolutions are made and we try towards achieving them... I have long since stopped making resolutions.

I am a person of the present, with visions of the future, reflecting on the past.... Of course, 'visions of the future' would be rendered null and void, if the so called Mayan predictions of the world coming to an end, were to come to pass on December, 21st, 2012... on my birthday no less!

Regardless, I'll end with a reflection on the past. A poem I originally wrote back in 2002.


Nature Child


At heart I am a Nature Child,
though now I may not look wild.
This young woman, once a girl,
used to look at the world
From high up on a *Jackspaniard filled tree,
pretending it was a ship at sea.

Being wind rocked!

This Nature Child
used to look up at the clouds in the sky,
While in the green grass field she’d lie.
The field wherein she’d seek out fowl eggs and butterflies.
This Nature Child,
is she no more wild?

Now grown is this Nature Child,
and to society has she complied? 
No more climbing **Golden Apple trees
Plum, Mango or Tangerine? 
No more pet goat to bring in,
No more scrapes on knees and shins.

Adulthood docked?
                                                                               
* Insect, family to wasps [Yellow Jackets], though red in colour, found in the West Indies.

** Yellow, fleshy fruit with a spiky seed, found in the West Indies. Not family to North American apples. 

©2002 & 2011 (ad infinitum)