Mister Teacher

Mister Teacher:

new form, simple presentation,

chirpy bundle of full-wit, consecutive

comic stunts, and nourishment puddles to gaze

through deeply, quietly; then formed

glorious reflections!

Rainbow puzzles and giant bubbles

of dreams transmit solid echoes

between lips parted, manly worms,

bold and bright and enthralling

like layered pearl-shimmering necklaces.

His soul, unsheltered,

ravishes altruism radiating on sleeves

containing pale parchments poetically filled,

scripted across in thick, remote strands

trailing top to bottom in a loyal field

painted by golden midnight.

A throaty laughter, thoughtfully sang,

rings the bond of wedding vows,

man to child, undeviating foster,

part of an intimacy known to only

need of a baby and its guardian

in the venture of life's uncertainty.

Calm blues like the ocean's sleep,

reign firm and affectionate; desiring pools

stretching currents in his genuine
understanding of liberty and inner peace,
seek something far beneath.


Teeth white as snowy petals,
mind floating amongst flakes in a gentle
storm, ingenuity shines brighter
when infinite space carries immunity
and shadow is simply another,
darker profile of light.


Apt of hatred and egoism;
satiated with experience's benevolence
at result of memories unpleasant but important,
impacted and affected, with heart's luck
to accept and learn for better.


His journey to consummate
potential in its various possibilities,
stands proudly, palms held upright,
brows convened, focused ardently
into the surrounding air as if
a beautiful magic were performed.


My own eyes assume the gaze;
a hand reaches to the ceiling, outwardly
indifferent, yet elsewhere enveloped
in the realm of fascinating discussion
where rules are simple and his motto begs:
Teach me what you know.

A Happy Image

I lay in bed last night wondering about my life:
where will I be in ten years time?

I imagine I'll have found someone to love,
and hopefully we'll have children together: a girl and boy.

We'll live together in a big house by the beach,
so the kids can run along the sand and splash in the water.

We could have picnics in the afternoon at the shore
and we'll cuddle, us four, atop a soft blanket.

I dream that we'll be a happy family, close,
and that we'll overcome every obstacle hand in hand.

And then my kids will grow up and repeat this cycle:
fall in love, start a family of their own, enjoy life.

My husband and I will be a part of it;
we'll love one another from day one, and our grandchildren!

There should be lots of them, those little cuties,
and I'll pray for their contentment every single day.

It's a funny thing to think that far into the future at my age,
but what's more beautiful than being surrounded by people you love?

And then there's always the possibility tomorrow will never come,
and these contemplations will be just that: contemplations.

I closed my eyes after another hour and woke up smiling;
it's still nice to imagine anyway.

Holocaust

Backed-up against the filthy, black bark, the small dove whines;
a chiming bell echoes across the Polish stream's ripples.


A mischievous wolf grins at the shadowed curtain drawn;
his lower left fang protrudes into oblivion with a plan.


The reptile unleashes its forked tongue and hisses wildly;
it will attack at sunrise and stain the leaves with brutal consequence.


New-born kittens squeal in the darkness, suddenly frightened;
a strangely crossed mark of bloody dirt is etched onto their chests.


Lions roar no longer but hush birth-right, hard-earned authority;
it is then handed down to the scavenger who only knows cruel picking.


Chicks are huddled in damp, dusty corners and sharply shaved;
a thousands piles of fresh fluff litter the muddy, saddened ground.


Smirking with complete glee, a hyena chortles maliciously;
how it was incapable of empathy silence solely holds awareness.


Horrifying cries trail the bitter wind to the gentle rabbit's den;
there, in turn, it weeps in a sorrow unexplainable to the heartless.


Graphic demonstrations by the badger's canines linger a while;
he stabs his sharpest weapons deeper on word of command.


Squirrels, innocently jittery, are chased higher into the sycamore tree;
down below, waiting far-off, flowers silently bow their heads, petals wilting.


Howls screech to the moon greedily as the untamed pack-leader claims victory;
his loathed name imprints itself in shadow across the once-bright star.






A silence falls...


Day has come.. solemnly.. sunless.






Hot, thick rivers flood the unavenged scraps, and so the red dove floats;
her carcass drifts amongst the millions somehow deemed inferior.

Toasting Reality

A toast to you, sir: I wish you safety, good health, lasting happiness and love throughout life!


Safe:


free from hurt, injury, danger, or risk: to arrive safe and sound.


Bombs fall, like rain, like autumn's flowers,
grey this time, black perhaps; it's frightening.


Healthy:


possessing or enjoying good health  or a sound and vigorous mentality: a healthy body/mind.

Disease spreads like a snake's venom when
its fangs pierce the living flesh of those unsuspecting,
often unhealed.


Happy:


characterized by or indicative of pleasure, contentment, or joy: a happy mood/mind.


A frown spreads in misfortune, luck flies
like a crow, promises break and tears are wept for the dead
or for the unchanging hurtful sequence of events;
a belief of no escape.


Loved:


held in deep affection; cherished: loved companions; much-loved friends.


Falsity tears truth, bloody reds stain cheeks
and chests; the remaining color fades
as loneliness takes place of the heart
like a heavy ink seeping into parchment, leaking,
slowly draining joy into utter emptiness.


I say to you, sir: Your intentions are kind, but that's the reality of it.

Running Away

I ran away Saturday morning,
when the world napped lazily in the summer haze,
before beaches opened and traffic lined the streets
with revolting smells of petroleum and cigarettes.

I didn't pack a suitcase, not even a handbag,
because I couldn't fathom the thought
of bringing clothes, perfumes, pictures-
anything that would remind me of the past.

I imagined- or rather I hoped- it'd turn into a memory,
a bad one no doubt, but I'd be glad
if, like a heavy fog, it would fade after a time
and I'd sit by a gentler fire reading a novel.

It seemed, though, I couldn't move my feet;
they lingered on the front door steps,
and when I finally reached the driveway,
my mind raced incredibly but my body froze.

I'm not quite sure how to explain the sensation,
that perplexing pain where my heart lies;
there was a throbbing, I remember,
and then the deepest emptiness in the universe.

I kept going, after a pause, walking along
in the bright blaze of sunlight by the wood
where I speculated the presence of a bear
or perhaps a wolf, or was it a fantasy of company?

If you've ever felt lonely, it cannot have been like this,
amplified, enveloping, swarming as bees do,
yet I'd more agreeably compare it to heat;
the desert's oblivion intended to swallow me.

I kicked at a few rocks to distract the pother
and directed my gaze to a passing butterfly,
wondering how it fluttered its wings with such tranquility
through stages of metamorphosis similar to our own.

Isn't it a trying experience to bear the chaos
of the lessons through inevitable age- time's truth-,
learning them usually the hard way in life,
almost as solid as the boulder by my heels?

It bore into me, the thought and its transcendence,
which didn't ease the dilemma as equally 
as it brought awareness of other things-
a new sight as I stood on the highway staring ahead.

"Inevitable", I repeated, slowly spacing afar,
gazing at the high sun, a blue sky, pale clouds,
and beneath them the first person I'd seen 
since evening the preceding day, yawning sleepily.

Innocently, she was trotting my direction, a little girl,
with large, happy eyes and a pretty smile facing me;
her elder brother followed in frustration behind,
a positive and negative result of reality.

Irrefutably, wherever I go, they'll be there, won't they,
the members of Heaven and Hell, some good
and others expressing their madness shamelessly,
but I suppose it's something to be expected.

I glanced at the trees surrounding-
trees that appeared the same as those elsewhere,
labeled with the exact word no matter the dimension,
whether it be outside the neighbor's place or God's.

--

I'd grown tired after another hour flew slowly,
sighing as I realized my plan of a billion steps
had failed; night had fallen and I continued striding
into a darkness that reflected what I wished to escape.

I rubbed the thinning lashes across my eyelids,
regrettably recalling why I was still moving forward-
well, at that point, it could have been sideways
because my legs swayed exhaustively like a drunkard's.

In the dim glow of the stars, a dizziness struck my head;
stressful years bottled up in frail body
now boiled into a poisonous vapor drifting across
what purity remained in the congested air.

Infected, my pupil's burned, tired and pink
as crisp-clear flashbulb images intruded,
the majority of sorrow, but I was no more cheerful here,
which some psychology did not informatively explain.

I was in tears soon enough, as you may not be surprised,
wandering sluggishly and aimlessly,
and yet, for the first time since my journey began,
it felt as though I had found the right direction. 

I didn't quite understand it then;
something about the footprints in the gravel 
looked oddly familiar, so I pressed my shoes into them, 
but, curiously, they seemed to be upside down.

It was strange to notice, and yet I couldn't help
to feel that closer and closer by was an escape:
somewhere where I could begin again
with every intention not to redo mistakes- I was almost there!

--

It was Sunday morning when I stopped,
eyes half-closed, an internal dust coating my lungs,
but triumph prompted a smile to my lips;
inside, a warmth reassured me the destination was achieved.

I lifted my focus from the ground eagerly,
suddenly looking directly ahead at what lay beyond:
Presently I sit in this armchair, still baffled, still startled
by how I ended up at my own house door.