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Yes, little lambs,
Now go to sleep.
Ignore the woke folk.
Be like sheep.

Best forget,
Lest be ashamed.
The past has passed.
Don’t be blamed.

What the truth is,
You don’t know.
Bury your worry.
Go with the flow.

Dream a sweet dream.
Tomorrow looks bright.
Things are what they seem
So have a nice night.

Yes, little lambs,
Fall in deep.
You won’t feel a thing.
Now not a peep.

We’ll keep you safe
In case you stray.
No harm will come
Until the new day.

We’ll slit your throats
To silence your bleat.
We’ll sell your wool.
We’ll eat your meat.

Ignorance is bliss
And wolves are wise.
A Judas kiss.
Now close your eyes.

You might know how it is, things
you don’t want to remember –
razor strap marks on virgin child-skin
a stranger’s touch in a shadowed room –
My little brother and I never spoke
of those painful ancient moments

Then one glorious June afternoon
I got the phone call no one wants.
My brother had laid his body down
on a hard bed of bare gravel
perhaps to stare up one last time
at a hot blue Vegas sky

I drove my car white-knuckled on
the blistered desert dry highway
scarcely noticed the blood red sunset
fading into a blackness carved only
by my headlights, while within me.
sat the wild animal Grief…waiting.

As the midnight of my life arrived
I entered my ruined brother’s house
That groaning creature in my chest
was set free screaming ranting moaning
I crushed his shirt smell to my wet face
scoured his rooms for answers ’til dawn.

My big strong brother is gone. Nothing…
no one can bring him back.
My sensitive loving brother, the only one
in the world who shared the dirtiest
darkest of days and nights when
we had only each other to cling to

Guilt and grief will ever whisper,
“You really should have known”
Even so – I hope you understand why
I could not venture into that barren yard
to see blood spilled where my brother
pulled the trigger shattering his glasses.

Right. The times change.
But do we have to?
I don’t
And neither do you
Thank who ever, we’re free
Free to laugh love and be happy
Hey, what’cha doin over there?
Life’s a blast, the old way.
You?
Same thing, smilin’ too
Oh that’s good, take care
You too
WHEN LIFE’S A BLAST THE OLD WAY

Just one look from you and the black shield in front of my heart shatters,
frees the old gem sparkling in all colors,
brings to light
the lost believed, already almost forgotten
known beautiful now new and captivating,
Please touch me
with your hand!
Let the crust of lost hours burst.
That it falls off, behind it the bright sapphire, the new found.
That is also in you
the bright pink sapphire.
In the middle the dark blue amethyst
that is what I am and is what you are.
For a long time I have
laughing danced with you the dance in my dream.
On the dusty dirty streets of the metropolises,
wild and happy nestled close together,
gold glittering in the space created by the rosebushes.
suspecting that the wind
will carry you to me one day.
Into my reality,
into my world.
You are like a Christmas celebration with candlelight, the table set, on it candlesticks decorated with mountain crystals.
A beautiful firework in all colors, when in the night the old year becomes the new one.
A volcano erupting and lava spraying on my skin, I do not feel the heat long,
Turned to sugar, licorice it is then.
You are like an earthquake in Paris
when the asphalt of the streets shatters, shatters
but the old material, seems only briefly destroyed,
turns into diamond building material to create beautiful new cities, worlds glittering in the sunlight.
That’s how you are to me,
all at the same time
and I love you.
May I touch you too?
May I kiss you? With my kisses free you from what is too much, too bright?
That it disintegrates,
that part of the blue amethyst..,
that is part of you and of me
That you don’t know yet.
If you want
I’ll show it to you.
Just a smile from you
and my sun in me shines to your sun in you.
With my smile to you, I give you back the received happiness.
The room is warmed by sunshine we will be happy.

There Are many distinguishing qualities
That make you one-of-a-kind
Others strengthen and gracefully grow
From the support you provide

Your playful and fun-loving spirit
Is something to love and adore
But since you’ve been gone
There’s not much to share anymore

Your smiles are warm and friendly
Which touches on some of your ways
The memories you left are the pleasures
That get me through the days

Oh how you stay on my mind
As constant as water in the sea
You’re so valuable to be around
Missing you is now a part of me

It only takes one turn to make a ripple in your journey,
It only takes one ripple to change your life irreversibly,
It only takes one change to change the lives of all around you forever.

It only takes one letter to change a sentence,
It only takes one sentence to change your life forever,
It only takes one change to change the lives of all around you irreversibly.

It only takes one letter to change your DNA code,
It only takes one change in your DNA to change your life irreversibly,
It only takes one change to change the lives of all around you forever.

It only takes one change to change everything,
It also only takes one change to change everything irreversibly, but not every change,
It also only takes one choice to change everything back – but is it really back, when it is all irreversible?

I only made one turn, amongst so many turns, to make a ripple in our journey forever.
We are now torn between the life that could have been and the present path;
You make one change for every change to change it all again, and on goes life.

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for run on rhyme
while onomatopoeia
doesn’t sound as it means
yet hyperbola looks like math
while hyperbole thinks as poetry
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finds texture
for line lengths
to let poem breathe
as writer shapes stanzas
like fitting context, tone, and
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Gently passing by as the light,
Range in nature with emotion.
Conquer the world before revolve.
Amuse yourself to persist and
Survive to the immaculate
Heart of yours.

Proclaim, Glorify, Provoke
When romance is born –
You are magnificent.

Planets justify
on your behalf.
Nothing is superficial
It’s called perfectionism
A sin from earth.

Triumph, Forgive, Evolve
Celebrate your life.
Awake; before someone
comes, accusing you
For what it’s right
Or wrong – It can eat you.

Believe, Have Faith, Trust
It’s power in itself.

to get(her) to-gather

Siamese Stanzas: Snowflakes

with
as little noise
as much leisure
as possible
you came
to perch
at this cold spot of time
like a pale word
fallen on the wasteland

merely to melt
a voiceless being soft and quiet
never heard before you
yet ready to vanish
herald tracelessly
the glaring in the green
thunder wind
of
summer time

yuan changming @ Poetry Pacific (poetrypacific.blogspot.ca)

Leaving behind my nan’s
embroidered tablecloth,
I find the garden gate has its own
weathered patina and that
the grass has stained my pumps.

Under giant umbrella plants
my childhood was nettle green,
moss stippled stones rested
at the nimble river’s edge,
beneath, a life swarmed darkly
oblivious to verdant light,
I rub the rock, finger tip-green,
my prints resemble a leaf’s veins
a connected life-force,
I see how the tall trees hold up the sky
with their birchen arms, while below,
a gentle dock leaf soothes me.

I hold a buttercup under your chin,
you smile,
you love butter,
all the same,
you are not green.