Author: poetryfest

Awaken in a field so green
Peace
Colour of wild flowers blooming
Beauty
A dance in the wind
Desire
Fragrance fills the air
Intoxication
A million individual expressions
Choice
Separated from earth by my hand
Possession
Wilting as life leaves the manifest
Death
Return to the field to replace what’s lost
Searching
The realisation that what is without is within
Ecstasy

– Trigimitri

/ i was born / i was asked immediately to be a woman / i grew up wearing bras earlier
than other boys & girls / i bled before i knew / what love was / i tried at girlhood / it was
only alright / until i started to bleed / i entered into boyhood / it was a taste of heaven /
boyhood / a dream / it was all that it was / all it ever can be / i never got to be a boy / but i
got to be a child / genderless as they can be / this body was never mine / this body never
should’ve been mine / but this body was mine / this body is mine / this body will be mine
/ for always / i live in this boyless body / until my heart beats for a last time / i cry about
it / then i laugh / i cry again / i try to survive through it all /

The match lights up
A whole new world
A drag exhale
Eyes close
A whole new world
Relief it is
A zen moment
Wow I can think
New friends
Common brothers and sisters
Information exchange
No status here
A whole new world
Nothing but peace

He’s kind of old and kind of dying,
Something in his chest is giving way.
But he’s in no pain, just simply lying,
Savoring the twilight of his day.

His eyes are closed, he’s slightly smiling,
A wisp of memory brushes by.
The lap of waves upon the piling,
The smell of fairgrounds in July.

The stars of youth were somehow brighter,
The crisp of night was never chill.
The weight of caring seemed much lighter
The world around is growing still.

A nurse comes in to fluff his pillow,
He lets her think that he’s asleep.
He sees the sail unfurl and billow
On the shore she turns to weep.

His mind’s an album, turning pages,
Photos fading, tinged with brown.
Many plays on many stages,
He sees the curtain coming down.

He makes no judgments, seeks no meaning,
There are no labels for his files.
No more questions, all misleading,
He has come too many miles.

No one knows he’s in here dying
But if they did he knows they’d care.
He has no need to hear them crying,
It’s just as well no one is there.

Not too long before he sees her,
Somehow he knows she must be dead.
He’ll smile and hold her when he greets her,
Nothing needed to be said.

The day is over, night is falling,
No one hears him as he sighs.
Was it someone he heard calling?
A tear has fallen and he dies.

What do they call them?
Narcissists, that’s right
So covert they
Hide in plain sight.
Prowling for the next mark
Strategically with charm and no bark.
Parading the gas-lighting moves for all to see…
“Look, look, look, at me.”
Seeking approval, affirmation and praise,
While in the corner, their victim is in a daze.
Once they steal, kill, or try to destroy
The one that once brought them joy,
They’ve used, bruised and abused,
Then toss out like a chewed up toy.
But, before that, they flip flop and begin
The smear campaign
The classic flaw, that reveals
The thoughts of a person, insane.
Lack of sympathy, show no empathy
But, enjoys being the point of pain.
Some “Narcs” know what they do
Some don’t have a clue.
Unstable on the board game
They vow to NEVER lose.
Constantly blaming others
Selfishly expressing their druthers.
Once the mask is discovered…
Take heed, because they’ll make you suffer.

Up at 4

No, 4:30

Light trickles out of the woods

I dust off my brain

Pound a fist in my mitt

To catch the tinsel God throws me

I wiggle my toes

With shuddering, babyish delight

Take a long snootful

Of the pre-dawn wind

Reassure myself

That God is still pitching

S’OK

My mitt is well-oiled

And I weep a little with joy

To reaffirm that the universe

Still revolves around me

And my fuzzy brain

And my aching heart

And in time

In MY time

The birds begin

To sing just for me

Light eases and oozes

Up through the woods

And I know there’s a bear there

Who’ll miss me terribly

When I’m gone

Which could be today

So I hug my pillow

And wait for the sun

To crawl up our hill

And make the trees shudder

Bring a tear to my eye

Pull back the covers

Comb my eyebrows

And just breathe

My 80-year-old

Joys…

He buckled the door
Like refusing the next spring
Stamping down the newly sprouted fallen leaves

Melancholy afternoons lit by candlelight
Long threads glisten in the woods
A little amber squeezed out of the intersection of dusk and night
Moss covers the wounds of the riverbed

He changed the key
Open the enveloping snow

We first talked, you were Billy then,
fantasy of women and men.
We started with ideas shared
that led to your soul being bared.
You told me things few people know,
your trust in me made my heart glow.
We planned ideas to pursue,
great things that would be good for you.

A true story you have to tell
about struggling through life in Hell.
A story to offer some hope
to those who find it hard to cope
with the world you left behind.
Your words must be honest yet kind
so they’ll know there’s more to life
than dealing with pressure and strife.

You have become Jerry again,
to be revered by those back then
who thought of you as just a thing,
not a real human being.
Billy’s lost now to the past
as your new life proceeds quite fast.
Moving on you should feel proud
to tell the world… shout it loud.

It’s time to let go of that past,
to do so you must face the cast
of characters that caused you pain
and treated you with such disdain.
Your friend I will certainly be,
an honor it will be for me.
Jerry, it’s time to cleanse your soul,
bury those demons in a hole.

So now there’s much work to be done
and many rewards to be won.
On a creative path we’ll go,
partners to write a book to show.
Let me bring you out of your shell
to help you write your story well.
Come, let’s tell your amazing tale,
so you may live life and prevail!

© 2023 S. Young, all rights reserved.

I used to look up

To look at the stars

Star studded velvet

Embracing the night

It coddles

It soothes

It keeps out the light

Beware, It says

Beware of the time

The time, It will come

And It will light up the sky

Beware, It says

Beware of the time.

The dark, quiet night

A black, velvet shroud

It soothes

It whispers

A sweet lullaby

¨Hush, star gazer

Find your solace with me¨

My whole life cycle devoted to you, my teen pop idol.
Your poster giving me a vision,
worshipping you is my decision.
Say a prayer? For albums, fragrances, what you wear.
More and more possessions, to feed my obsession.
Get my daily fix -following your tricks –
on Twitter. Today, two concert tickets on offer.

Into the crowded arena, go me and Tina.
Back row? Mmm…don’t know.
Friend soon forgotten, jockeying for position,
battle waged, finally make it to the stage.
So near yet so far, from a real, live superstar!
Went the extra mile, now flash me your rock-star-smile.

Glorious vocal powers, for two whole hours.
Not quite the end of the show, but really gotta go.
Time to be teenage and sneak backstage.
Unpick the locks, nick purple, designer jocks
Got all I need, ready to speed, swing around, go back underground.

Tina long since left the dome. Cold and alone, hours to get home.
Fumbling with keys in the dark, thinking he’s just broken my heart.
Open the back door and –
LIGHTS, CAMERA, ACTION! (Wow! What a reaction!)
The Spotlight -on me? (OMG!)
Once anonymous civilian, now one-in-a-million!

Out of the blinding lights, a figure comes forward… (Oh dear, this is awkward!)
Immobilised, I stand.
Purple tufts sticking out of my clamped hand.
The hit-maker chimes:
“You’ve got something of mine. But that’s fine.”
He flashes me his rock star smile.
We pose with his purple – school file.
“SURPRISING A FAN … PRICELESS!”