My Words

Understanding the World through words

Month: June, 2013

Aphorism-Kiss

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A sensual kiss
seals an alliance
between lovers.

Hannah Swims

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Hannah is learning
to swim, her fears
were dispelled one
day.

With life vest on-
she decided to
conquer the waters
scary grip.

Her vicissitude
for heroics,

in the face of her
natural instincts
to shy away from
entering the pool,

strengthened her
resolve to
finally plunge
in.

Now, whenever
we swim-

Hannah
like a little
turtle-

paddles
incessantly.

Keeping herself
busy
from one
end of the pool
to the other-

as we marvel
at her newly
acquired,
pollywog
skill.

The Paradox: War Torn Syria

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I’m conflicted.

I enjoy military
things;

The weapons,
the pageantry and
uniforms of soldiery
catches my fancy.

I take great delight
in reading about
salient battles;
Thermopylae,
Cannae, Iwo Jima
and Stalingrad,

They’ve become
bookmarks
in the annals
of history.

The heroics found in
war is seldom found
anywhere.

I suppose that is why
when I was younger,
I joined the Marines.

Like many, I tend to
romanticize human
conflict.

Though in reality
war is ugly-
It’s the worst part
of humanity.

When you see the
terror in children’s
eyes in war torn
nations,
it kills
a part of you.

War is palpable;
It has a stench
that marks the
human soul
forever.

Ive seen the pictures
of War torn Syria-
the devastation and
brutality of that
conflict.

I’m saddened by it,

I’m saddened by
destruction.

I’m saddened by
unnecessary death.

I’m saddened that we
live in a world
where peace
is like water
in ones hand,

fleeting.

Heavenly Rain

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Heavenly rain
bounces off my
pool- then swims
and fades away.

There Is War

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There is a war
in my beard-

A battle between
black and white.

Oh, Hannibal
you led the
armies of
Carthage-

Against
the mighty
legions
of Rome.

I feel the same
every time
I look
in the mirror.

As white
overcomes
my beard-

I cry-
Hannibal
ad Portas-

quietly.

This Is Life

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This is life-
an enchanting
gift.

Portuguese Man Of War

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Down a lonely
stretch of beach
the smell of seaweed
and ocean mist is,

Medicinal.

The sand in between
my toes-soothing and
comfortable.

Salty-

air
clears
ones mind of
complexities.

Surf-

constant tossing
and turning,
a mechanism
of life.

Heartbeat,

as ocean waves pound
and move-a steady
rhythm of nature.

On

the beach
lies a
Portuguese
Man of War.

Alive

and still.
glimmering
like a candelabra
in the sun.

Heaving-

wanting to make
itself back
into the
sea.

Tsunami

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Looking down
from a bridge
as the tide
sucks itself
out.

Feeling panicked-
this far inland
only means one
ominous thing.

As I scan the horizon
I see the inevitable,
a tidal wave building
itself up.

In the midst of shouts
and fear, my immediate
reaction is to run. Run
as far as I can.

I head for higher ground.

Calculating, a quick
trigonometric formula
of height times distance
so as to know how far up
I should be. I make myself
up a steel ladder, in search
of certain
safety.

I’m led to a safe room, a
modern building impervious
to massive waves.

As, the tsunami thunders down
leaving a path of destruction
seldom found.

The owner of the room is
Japanese, she’s kind and
with charity tries to
calm me down.

I’m inconsolable my
faith is lagging
I’m scared-what will
happen to my family?

I hear a voice, I must
have faith in the midst
of legions. Faith for the
safety of my wife and my
children.

How can one have faith
in the midst of total
devastation?

My faith has been tried,
when I woke up
I question and ask
what does this mean?

A warning of things
to come?

Summer Sun

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Summer sun
embrace me.

How
I long for
your heated
caress.

I need to
feel your
warmth,
from my head
to my toes.

Flowers For Me

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Recently-I received
flowers from my wife.

I don’t get them often,
though I love them, they
remind me of life.

I’m attracted to
the brightness of
the colors,
the forms,
the intricacies
and scent
of the petals.

The ones I got
for Fathers Day-
are white with red
tips roses.

Roses the queen
of flowers, I once
planted a bunch.

I proposed in my
heart to plant
a rose garden-
some years back.

I told my loved
one, that flowers
would never be
missing from our
home.

We have since moved
from that house.

Though every sabbath
I try my hardest
to remember to
decorate our
table with flowers.

The ones I have
are now
fading.

Still beautiful but
slowly losing their
youthful beauty.

when I look
at them, it’s
like looking
in the mirror.