The Departing of The Heart
Salutations for the sound of mind and poverty of heart
Reparations that don’t come through in time to rectify the start
Commiserations for the ones who find it hardest to eventually part
Palpitations of another heart that cannot perceive the concept that it must depart
Military consequences that send the young men out to war
Conciliatory influences of the leaders who target hiring of the poor
Crematory inferences necessary as they knock on heavens door
An Adversary without recompense that helps me get up off the floor
Kindness for the people that are on daily parade
Blindness from the steeple as we play Holy charades
They Find less sympathy for the feeble as they huddle close and afraid
Passing through the eye of a needle as the ferryman gets paid
Interjections from the galley as the defendant begins to cry
Objections in a midnight alley as the amendment causes him to deny
Rejections of the black sheep in a family as without her flock she’ll surely die
Comprehensions of the urgency that communicate in sighs
The End by Elizabeth Moroz
As she awaited for her head to pass through the guillotine, She said to the young girl who was standing in front of her
Who was shivering from fright as death approached her,
"I've journeyed the far east of the oceans
The vast lands of the meadows
The internal structures of the earth
Where I've been bound to the shackles of the world
The children live in embers of their parents woes; but
Now all this shall end in mixed feelings;
The sorrows of our fears and the darkness within us shall erupt into it's void.
We are going to a place of peace, joy and laughter;
A place devoid of any sorrows or tears;
Hold on, we're going home
Where we'd be sleeping at last"
As her head was passed through the guillotine,
A curvaceous smile spread across her lips as she took a final glance of the woman who shattered her fears.
With a tear silently streaming down her face,
She slumbered into eternity.
On the dock, we took a step into the storm
When wood glades are full of colorful forms,
We were both awed and warm as we spoke
Many of us believe life is a joke
The winter sun sparkled as it set west
Kissing my crying child, I hold it to my breast
We fantasized over a world without ailments
After an exhibition, snap public impalement
Due to the wuthering event, my mood can shift
In a wild sea of turmoil, we felt our lives adrift
I'm retracted by the unexpected rage
Some have died or escaped over the ages
It urges me to be humane to my brittle chunks
Quit obeying bail, leapers, striders, and drunks
I relax when I find my vitality still in my core
Yet I tried and couldn't find any doors
Windy gusts beat the glaze, making it elegant
To execute it in virtually every element
Perusing the Apocrypha in the glow of a fire
Excessive nothingness may render a man a liar
I waited, expecting a spectacular twist.
The ridiculous spike and rope on the wrist.
Written: May 29, 2023
remembering damona
she went behind the pine trees
confused, i followed with respectful distance
somewhere between the middle and the end, i see damona laying there
looking up at me, with a loving snort and a weak wink, she says goodbye
you have seen a lot and have experienced a lot of emotions in your 22 years
God Knows, and He has another Assignment for you
the golden bone leash will cover you with a Platinum Diamond Love......
go forth and save more souls, my dear sweet Damona, you will be missed.....
walking away from the pine trees,
the sun breaks through
i feel damona's Spirit depart from this earth
it may be a different breed
it may be a different purpose
however, i know deep in my heart that i will Found again
The sea stops here
But waves splash hard against the jetty
Seagulls lingering
Before flying away
Ships docking at one moment
And departing at another
Shedding cargoes and loading again
Sea breeze blows in
And land breeze blows out
Departing passengers shedding tears
But arriving passengers wear a sweet smile
We never understand the feeling of a port
Nor do we understand a mother's feeling of
Letting her son
To go far away beyond the sea
For pursuing his ambition
And as soon as his disappearing into the horizon
She is already waiting for his coming back
To her
One day
You have nothing to forgive, you have nothing to forget.
You have nothing to re live, you have nothing to regret.
You have nothing to be afraid of, you have nothing but my respect.
You have nothing ever again to ever worry about, because you are dead.
"Threat" is the word that made mothers worry about their child.
Disposable face masks have been our weapon to combat.
The whole quarantine thing tolerates people to be wild.
I got crazy for months at home; I was never like that.
It took several sips of coffee for Dad to realize.
That this year has crippled his pocket yet he stays survive.
Tea parties and schooling are now digitized.
It shifted routines and lifestyles; Thank God I’m alive!
Isolation was the healing to tie up the families’ bond.
It is the greatest magic that the virus has ever done.
We will depart this year together and correspond;
Be vaccinated by faith and hope; we will rise like a sun.
2020 has been the news flash of ups and downs.
We should start to adapt to change and embrace the "new normal".
Let us paint fireworks in the skies with no frowns.
I hope we will live in 2021 like there is nothing but normal.
Weaving I'm embroidered quilt on sky roof
Flamingo dancing with rapturous rains
Wild ink replacing the dove quills with proof
For your one night standing in the dream train
Lamppost of the dark streets drinking cool beer
Wayward dogs child supporting alone life
Searching for your scent I lost own manner
Where cheap whore pouring in heart glass a strife
On the boastful yard of time I'm naked
All stars on the friendship wave going far
Painting of pangs bleeding in the wound head
Departure feelings giving me just jeer
Wide, I'm wide alone in the crowded town
Train of the love leaving for a lot down
01.07.2020 Chattogram
train departing
the whistle blows
~ blue goodbyes
AP: 3rd place 2020
Posted on May 31, 2020
Winter's arrival signals my departure
hidden by soft snow in the ground
When Spring returns, I emerge from hard mud
on sidewalks and in plush flowerbeds
I'd love to warm myself, to lay in the sun
but I'm on the look-out twenty-four/seven
for a worm's sworn enemy, the dreaded bird
Discretion, please: Shh! ~ Don't breathe a word
The blast of his words unexpected.
The spoil underneath t’was suspected.
“I can’t ring the bell.
I’m buried in hell.”
The bones of the tape were projected.
10/17/2019
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The departing of a beloved one
A poem about offering a eulogy to a loved one that passed away inspired by Ancient Greek Wisdom
When a most beloved one passes away
Only their kind, good deeds remain
To remind us that even if life may lead us astray
The memories of our beloved one brings us together again
As our beloved one departs for paradise
Their great legacy makes us more wise
To consider well our life’s belongings
As their thoughts permeate our soul’s shortcomings
So, let’s pray to our Supreme Lord, God the Almighty
To accompany with His love their soul that passes away
To bless them as they travel to His land of divine harmony
Wishing them ‘bon voyage’ to their journey of eternity
Always taking into deep consideration the following wise saying by Zeno of Citium (father of Stoicism): ‘In the life of an individual man, virtue is the sole good; such things as health, happiness, possessions, are of no account. Since virtue resides in the will, everything really good or bad in a man’s life depends only upon himself’.
Springtime moving in
Winter vacating his house
Earth awakening
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Leave me alone, can't you see,
I’m trying to die here peacefully,
I can’t understand why you hate,
The verse and words that I emulate.
The truth lies within obviously,
I am a lover and hater; creature from the sea,
I cry in the shower to disguise my tears,
My face doesn’t alter to show my fears.
At night I would listen to them until I sleep,
Hoping for the day you will return to me,
I’m not in this life for the game anymore,
I’m bleeding inside where my heart was torn.
This is me inside flooding to bleed out,
To show the world what ME is all about,
I fight back the mist every single day,
You think I’m all here and with you to stay.
Smile is all I will ever take to my grave,
Not prepared to die so I shall misbehave,
I am completely lost at times within the trees,
I hope the path I follow will bring myself back to me.
(C)2014 PJ Bayliss
The monks gave me a bag of Thai oranges
Before I left for the States.
Next time I come, I’ll have learned more Lao,
I promise.
They promise there will be more to show the next time.
Sitting outside the Khop Jai Deu restaurant
Waiting for my bus to come
Elvis is crooning “Return to Sender”
Because there’s no such number,
And no such home.
I took a photo of the fountain
Next to the Scandinavian Bakery,
Tuk-tuk drivers loitering nearby.
Handing them some fruit,
They ask, “How long are you staying in Laos?”
And I reply,
“This is my last day.”
The sun looks like it could be peeled wide open
While I take a bite of a giant orange,
Trying to wring out a last memory from this light,
Wondering when the King’s song is ever going to end
The scent of citrus on my hand
Sinks deeply past my bones,
Trying to harden into an anchor
The shape of a kind heart.
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