goldenmyst
Poem Published
26th Nov 2024 1:59am
26th Nov 2024 1:59am
My Lioness Flickers Between Serengeti Moonbeams
My Lioness Flickers Between Serengeti Moonbeams
Our African vacation starts at a luxury hotel in Nairobi. But I pine for a photographic safari into the Serengeti. Over breakfast, I break some news for Jane. “Hey let’s try this on for size. Jane, I want to take you on a safari into Tanzania. Maybe we’ll have an adventure like in a J.G. Ballard novel.”
She says, “You’re so crazy, but truly we could face off with a pride of lions looking for supper. The signs ain’t good darling. The continental breakfast bar at this hotel is more than enough for me. We can go to the...
Our African vacation starts at a luxury hotel in Nairobi. But I pine for a photographic safari into the Serengeti. Over breakfast, I break some news for Jane. “Hey let’s try this on for size. Jane, I want to take you on a safari into Tanzania. Maybe we’ll have an adventure like in a J.G. Ballard novel.”
She says, “You’re so crazy, but truly we could face off with a pride of lions looking for supper. The signs ain’t good darling. The continental breakfast bar at this hotel is more than enough for me. We can go to the...
#Africa
#love
#marriage
#sensual
#son
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MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
13th Feb 2023 6:49am
13th Feb 2023 6:49am
The Phantom Zone
What is real and what is not,
And does it even matter?
I think it does...I think it does,
When we remember love
Is all too much unspoken of.
Now, I will speak of it every day
And search for it in every book
And in any other blameless way
Not too disposed to gobbledygook.
Oh...we will know it by its mirth
And by the laughter and the smiles
That prove to us how much you're worth
Through all the ubiquity of trials
So troublesome to the human race.
But...
And does it even matter?
I think it does...I think it does,
When we remember love
Is all too much unspoken of.
Now, I will speak of it every day
And search for it in every book
And in any other blameless way
Not too disposed to gobbledygook.
Oh...we will know it by its mirth
And by the laughter and the smiles
That prove to us how much you're worth
Through all the ubiquity of trials
So troublesome to the human race.
But...
#parent
#separation
#son
304 reads
8 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
13th Feb 2023 6:49am
13th Feb 2023 6:49am
The Phantom Zone
What is real and what is not,
And does it even matter?
I think it does...I think it does,
When we remember love
Is all too much unspoken of.
Now, I will speak of it every day
And search for it in every book
And in any other blameless way
Not too disposed to gobbledygook.
Oh...we will know it by its mirth
And by the laughter and the smiles
That prove to us how much you're worth
Through all the ubiquity of trials
So troublesome to the human race.
But...
And does it even matter?
I think it does...I think it does,
When we remember love
Is all too much unspoken of.
Now, I will speak of it every day
And search for it in every book
And in any other blameless way
Not too disposed to gobbledygook.
Oh...we will know it by its mirth
And by the laughter and the smiles
That prove to us how much you're worth
Through all the ubiquity of trials
So troublesome to the human race.
But...
#parent
#separation
#son
304 reads
8 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
13th Feb 2023 6:49am
13th Feb 2023 6:49am
The Phantom Zone
What is real and what is not,
And does it even matter?
I think it does...I think it does,
When we remember love
Is all too much unspoken of.
Now, I will speak of it every day
And search for it in every book
And in any other blameless way
Not too disposed to gobbledygook.
Oh...we will know it by its mirth
And by the laughter and the smiles
That prove to us how much you're worth
Through all the ubiquity of trials
So troublesome to the human race.
But...
And does it even matter?
I think it does...I think it does,
When we remember love
Is all too much unspoken of.
Now, I will speak of it every day
And search for it in every book
And in any other blameless way
Not too disposed to gobbledygook.
Oh...we will know it by its mirth
And by the laughter and the smiles
That prove to us how much you're worth
Through all the ubiquity of trials
So troublesome to the human race.
But...
#parent
#separation
#son
304 reads
8 Comments
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
13th Aug 2024 3:05am
13th Aug 2024 3:05am
Forever in my Memory
I'm looking at my hands and seeing my father
I do this often
He was a quiet man
I wanted so much more from him
His passion
An occasional embrace
Knowledge
I'm still searching in my hands
For answers that won't come
Still I try ...
And will continue to try
There's so many answers somewhere
There was life then death
I remain focused...
I do this often
He was a quiet man
I wanted so much more from him
His passion
An occasional embrace
Knowledge
I'm still searching in my hands
For answers that won't come
Still I try ...
And will continue to try
There's so many answers somewhere
There was life then death
I remain focused...
#father
#love
#memories
#son
#wisdom
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PoetSpeak
Poem Published
13th Aug 2024 3:05am
13th Aug 2024 3:05am
Forever in my Memory
I'm looking at my hands and seeing my father
I do this often
He was a quiet man
I wanted so much more from him
His passion
An occasional embrace
Knowledge
I'm still searching in my hands
For answers that won't come
Still I try ...
And will continue to try
There's so many answers somewhere
There was life then death
I remain focused...
I do this often
He was a quiet man
I wanted so much more from him
His passion
An occasional embrace
Knowledge
I'm still searching in my hands
For answers that won't come
Still I try ...
And will continue to try
There's so many answers somewhere
There was life then death
I remain focused...
#father
#love
#memories
#son
#wisdom
248 reads
32 Comments
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
13th Aug 2024 3:05am
13th Aug 2024 3:05am
Forever in my Memory
I'm looking at my hands and seeing my father
I do this often
He was a quiet man
I wanted so much more from him
His passion
An occasional embrace
Knowledge
I'm still searching in my hands
For answers that won't come
Still I try ...
And will continue to try
There's so many answers somewhere
There was life then death
I remain focused...
I do this often
He was a quiet man
I wanted so much more from him
His passion
An occasional embrace
Knowledge
I'm still searching in my hands
For answers that won't come
Still I try ...
And will continue to try
There's so many answers somewhere
There was life then death
I remain focused...
#father
#love
#memories
#son
#wisdom
248 reads
32 Comments
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
13th Aug 2024 3:05am
13th Aug 2024 3:05am
Forever in my Memory
I'm looking at my hands and seeing my father
I do this often
He was a quiet man
I wanted so much more from him
His passion
An occasional embrace
Knowledge
I'm still searching in my hands
For answers that won't come
Still I try ...
And will continue to try
There's so many answers somewhere
There was life then death
I remain focused...
I do this often
He was a quiet man
I wanted so much more from him
His passion
An occasional embrace
Knowledge
I'm still searching in my hands
For answers that won't come
Still I try ...
And will continue to try
There's so many answers somewhere
There was life then death
I remain focused...
#father
#love
#memories
#son
#wisdom
248 reads
32 Comments
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
13th Aug 2024 3:05am
13th Aug 2024 3:05am
Forever in my Memory
I'm looking at my hands and seeing my father
I do this often
He was a quiet man
I wanted so much more from him
His passion
An occasional embrace
Knowledge
I'm still searching in my hands
For answers that won't come
Still I try ...
And will continue to try
There's so many answers somewhere
There was life then death
I remain focused...
I do this often
He was a quiet man
I wanted so much more from him
His passion
An occasional embrace
Knowledge
I'm still searching in my hands
For answers that won't come
Still I try ...
And will continue to try
There's so many answers somewhere
There was life then death
I remain focused...
#father
#love
#memories
#son
#wisdom
248 reads
32 Comments
LunaGreyhawk
Jenn_Leigh
Jenn_Leigh
Poem Published
31st Oct 2020 5:07am
31st Oct 2020 5:07am
Father and Son
father and son
locked
in vicious cycles
the sins of the elder
become the legacy
of rapt eyes
and keen ears
anger transferred
by proximity
to the eager child
my eyes burn
every time the boy
(now a man)
takes that familiar
stance
he knows it’s meant
to intimidate
voices rising,
reaching fevered pitch
as one lists for the other
both their transgressions
my throat aches
for the son,
setting his boundaries
in stone
standing ...
locked
in vicious cycles
the sins of the elder
become the legacy
of rapt eyes
and keen ears
anger transferred
by proximity
to the eager child
my eyes burn
every time the boy
(now a man)
takes that familiar
stance
he knows it’s meant
to intimidate
voices rising,
reaching fevered pitch
as one lists for the other
both their transgressions
my throat aches
for the son,
setting his boundaries
in stone
standing ...
#father
#abuse
#son #DomesticViolence
#son #DomesticViolence
290 reads
14 Comments
LunaGreyhawk
Jenn_Leigh
Jenn_Leigh
Poem Published
31st Oct 2020 5:07am
31st Oct 2020 5:07am
Father and Son
father and son
locked
in vicious cycles
the sins of the elder
become the legacy
of rapt eyes
and keen ears
anger transferred
by proximity
to the eager child
my eyes burn
every time the boy
(now a man)
takes that familiar
stance
he knows it’s meant
to intimidate
voices rising,
reaching fevered pitch
as one lists for the other
both their transgressions
my throat aches
for the son,
setting his boundaries
in stone
standing ...
locked
in vicious cycles
the sins of the elder
become the legacy
of rapt eyes
and keen ears
anger transferred
by proximity
to the eager child
my eyes burn
every time the boy
(now a man)
takes that familiar
stance
he knows it’s meant
to intimidate
voices rising,
reaching fevered pitch
as one lists for the other
both their transgressions
my throat aches
for the son,
setting his boundaries
in stone
standing ...
#father
#abuse
#son #DomesticViolence
#son #DomesticViolence
290 reads
14 Comments
LunaGreyhawk
Jenn_Leigh
Jenn_Leigh
Poem Published
31st Oct 2020 5:07am
31st Oct 2020 5:07am
Father and Son
father and son
locked
in vicious cycles
the sins of the elder
become the legacy
of rapt eyes
and keen ears
anger transferred
by proximity
to the eager child
my eyes burn
every time the boy
(now a man)
takes that familiar
stance
he knows it’s meant
to intimidate
voices rising,
reaching fevered pitch
as one lists for the other
both their transgressions
my throat aches
for the son,
setting his boundaries
in stone
standing ...
locked
in vicious cycles
the sins of the elder
become the legacy
of rapt eyes
and keen ears
anger transferred
by proximity
to the eager child
my eyes burn
every time the boy
(now a man)
takes that familiar
stance
he knows it’s meant
to intimidate
voices rising,
reaching fevered pitch
as one lists for the other
both their transgressions
my throat aches
for the son,
setting his boundaries
in stone
standing ...
#father
#abuse
#son #DomesticViolence
#son #DomesticViolence
290 reads
14 Comments
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