Is it your mission to be liked
or to love?
As love is the ultimate like.
©Jay Mora-Shihadeh
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Memory #2
This is day 2 of sharing a memory-
I was rifling thru some old writings and junk and I came across a little black book with some poetry and sketches that I keep. In it I found some poetry that was from 2005 that my son Adrian (who was 9 at the time) wrote. I remember, we would sometimes play this poetry word game. And, at the time, he was into writing these fun little fiction books and on occasion some poetry.
Here’s the second one-
There in the forests
inscribed with wax
in trees
are comforting
words in rainbows within
souls.
AJK- 10/4/05
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#Poetry #Micropoetry #Memories
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Memory #1
I was rifling thru some old writings and junk and I came across a little black book with some poetry and sketches that I keep. In it I found some poetry that was from 2005 that my son Adrian (who was 9 at the time) wrote. I remember, we would sometimes play this poetry word game. And, at the time, he was into writing these fun little fiction books and on occasion some poetry.
Here’s the first one-
Dreams in praise are
Comfort upon tears
Their eyes and soul
Inscribed in love.
AJK- 10/4/05
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#Poetry #Micropoetry #Memories
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Overtaken In The Rain
overtaken in the rain
with nowhere to go
i try to release the uneasy pain
restrain, pulling back in vain
it lingers, follows me
throughout my entire day
set free!
my drenched sorrow
today
i try to release the uneasy pain
reaching high for someone
something, somewhere
the weight bearing down
buckling knees
refusing to fall
under/down
catching my small
burdened frame
the sights of tomorrow
seem
so far away
take this day and
put it in its place
i try to release the uneasy pain
“out of sight, out of mind”
sounds nice-
you think?
forget that there’s sugar
and spice
shove it to someone
who care’s
acting a frozen smile
and all that’s nice
i try to release the uneasy pain
somewhere, somehow
the lump in my throat
is growing by the hour
black, blue, gray
all day
separate the facts
from fiction
completing
my uncontrollable affliction
lay me head
down to rest
in hopes for
my soul to contest
i try to release the uneasy pain
missing, hoping
for a better day
take it!
Instead-
shine the moonlight
inside my head
jumpstart my low
and sagging spirit
to see the brightness
around, behind
the sweetness
and kisses
I try to release the uneasy pain
but, i’m overtaken by sorrow
in the rain.
©Jay Mora-Shihadeh
#Poetry #Spokenword #Grief
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The Invisible Father
Love creates
Shapes the child
In haste
He grows
Another beautiful
Son
Unspoken
Forgotten
The invisible father
Continues to love
Host another
Slighted family
Crying out
In pain
Forgotten
Validation
Begging insane
Cloaked
Revoked
His child’s dreams
Stunted
With shame
The invisible father
Screams
Nothing claims
His voice
To carry
Hopes
Desire
To love
Families
Only regain
His efforts are clear
This child’s fears
Will never
Come near
The disrespect
You’ve shown him
Year after year
Open your eyes
The child he loves
Will not
Go away
The invisible father
Is here to stay.
©Jay Mora-Shihadeh
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#Poetry #Spokenword #Father #Son #Family
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Unshook
I saw you stand up
You are a mountain
You are an eagle
You are this pen
I saw in your eyes
the world, they spoke to me
of “forever”
the time that passes
through one’s pupils
and into another
I saw the vastness of
the black universe spill
into someone’s coffee cup
and they drank, and You
You stood there, a rock
unmoved. It was as powerful
as this moment
UnShook.
©️Jay Mora-Shihadeh
#Poetry #Universe #Freeverse #Macrophoto
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I Like Mornings
I like mornings spent in
quiet intent, pondering.
Alas, I have found reasonable
sanity here
in an enjoyable moment.
Reason on reason,
I forget,
all to realize I was given
a gift, not before realized
but nevertheless,
I sit,
in a most enjoyable
state,
quite content.
Days on days,
morning upon morning,
night time shared
enjoying, you
and him.
©Jay Mora-Shihadeh
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#Poetry #Freeverse #Shortverse #Coffee #Mornings
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Go To Hell Please
Four!
Four?!
It’s ten after
and then some more…
but who’s counting or paying attention?
I get thrown back, at the escape created daily
Forgetting the task of this day
It matters not by me, or you, or them, or him!
We are trapped here, in this great universal tragedy
A mythical- like tragical story
Epic in fact
We ponder, pontificate and postulate.
This insanity we hail from, we reign from
on down the line from, regurgitate from
How did we birth a nation, a planet of conceptional
like aliens? Unlike the birth of an unwanted
mistake, a defect we mourn after.
How in the hell did it happen?
Today is no exception
as is yesterday, tomorrow
or future takes.
Why do we tolerate the “facts”, the mistakes?
Oh, I don’t know you say, go bother your mother, father, brother
Your mundane questions you inherited, it’s all fake.
Listen! This is a big one.
We got here through time travel and history
Lore led us astray
and we now beg for Mercy upon Mercy for those we preyed and
we actually divide and lay, a morbid cell, in a cell, in a retractable hell
At least now we pray and pray for that finality that un-does the messness
the infinite-ness-ness, the infinity knot, tightly wound-ness-ness
Unashamed..unabashedly, unfounded-ness-ness.
Go to hell please and find our day…
I beg of you!
…of this-this-this.
©Jay Mora-Shihadeh
#Poetry #Freeverse #Purgatory
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Indignation
There’s a story I say
It lay here, in the masses
We obey
The blight the horrid details
That Amass in plain view
The story of you
As you shout, wave
point
complain
You cry afoul
There’s this story
Somehow
Of indignation placed
On you
Some say
YOU claim
There’s a story
Of missed opportunities
Forged gold, silver, bronze
The Eagles wait
Somewhere there’s this story
You obey
You claim the fortune
Stolen maimed
In there you know
It’s yours to tell
A story for one
Somehow there’s a story
you say.
©Jay Mora-Shihadeh
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#Poetry #Freeverse #Story
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A Wreck of Wrecks
And when the day comes
We find ourselves aghast
In it
Lost
Freaked out
By it
And they come anyhow
To pick through the
Rubbish
The bones
And find a ring
A finger
Dislodged
And when the light emerges
From the rubble of
Gray battles strewn
Through the black holes
In our galaxy
We prevail and
Rebuild
Robust
It’s like this
Without thought
We go on
As they fiddle with
The locks and souls
Lost
And they rebuild
Doors
Windows
Arches
And the Lintels and posts
Teeter precisely
Where they stood
Unbothered
A wreck of wrecks
Too many to count
And they come.
©Jay Mora-Shihadeh
#Poetry #Spokenword #Freeverse
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Rain
Green gray this day
warm icy wind
tickles my skin
goose bumps live
under raindrops
solemn moods
soaking cries
illicit friends
burning skies
birds
no more intrude
the sun snoozes
behind gray clouds
as if to never
speak aloud
again to light
rejoice
rebound
night time moon
crescent crown.
©Jay Mora-Shihadeh
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#Poetry #Micropoem #Rhymes #Moon
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Content like the Wolf
I must confess. I came across this poem I wrote many years back after meeting my wife, almost 13 years ago now. I still feel the same and hope I always do. Sighing and Smiling : )
It’s crazy, but I’m totally in love with this woman
she drives me crazy
I love how strong she is, how direct
I love that she demands more from people
I love that she is a beautiful, feminine woman
strong, fierce and passionate
I have been waiting a long time for her
to enter into my sphere of existence
and there she is, suddenly it seems
consuming me like a wildfire
and I want to cry at her beauty, how alive she is
what she demands from the human race is so visceral
so alive, so hauntingly wide awake and so real
I believe now in God and the sheer utterance
of eternity feels so absolute to me that
I want to melt into life with the concern
and the compassion of the wolf
for the taste of flesh, for the taste of the hunt
it is all I crave now, and it makes total sense
this humming in my bones for peace
for contentment
what more is there?
©Jay Mora-Shihadeh
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#Poetry #LovePoem #Freeverse
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Until I Met You
I was a painter until I met you
One day I jumped
when the earth opened up
and here I am today,
stuck on your words
that blew me away
Now I can’t stop
I’m almost over
the top,
up, up, up!
I never saw so much beauty
waiting,
elated to play
I was a painter until I met you,
your words just blew me away
Rushing home at the end of the day
I never knew I had so much to say
I opened my mind
to dive upon
the gushing waters
of time,
never once looking
behind,
all my sadness swallowed
by the tide,
Spat back
when,
my creativity died.
I was a painter until I met you,
One day.
©Jay Mora-Shihadeh
#Poetry #Painting #Wordsmith #Freeverse
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The Season of Breakdown
At first appearance
fear! strikes my soul
a closer look at
my wounded life
wrings salty tears
out of my pillow case
sobs of sorrow
weeping strife! stringing
all my pains and backward
contemplations
around the gilded knife
of life’s thrusting
complications
peeling off the layers
of dried out withered dreams
waking centuries of sweetness
beguiling and free!
©Jay Mora-Shihadeh
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#Poetry #Freeverse #Healing
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Less
Growling emptiness
Burning weakness
Hunger
Staring at the uneasiness
Bulging bellies retrieving us
Seems so defeat-less
Hunger
Health
Wealth
Melting on the meekness
Starving incompleteness
Seems so defeat-less
Hunger
Vastness
Homeless
Poor and aloneness
Fulfilling the stomach on greed
Is disastrous
Hunger
Seems so defeat-less
When all the worlds
Bountifulness
Is wasted on the
Meaningless
Hunger.
©Jay Mora-Shihadeh
#Poetry #Rhymes #Poet #Homeless
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Seen
Day
Night
and
Time
Between
All
Is seen.
©Jay Mora-Shihadeh
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#Micropoetry #Moon #Sun #Poet
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Because I Believed
I believed
the moments
were about me,
today I see they
were always
about you
Did you know?
You loved me
to satisfy
your need to
be somebody
who loved,
when it was
convenient
to love?
I believed
in my innocence,
you loved me
even when I knew
I was unsure,
I was insecure
I relied on you
to show me through
the darkest of darks
and the lightest of lights
no matter what,
Because, I thought you
knew better.
I didn’t know
that I didn’t know,
that you didn’t know,
how to love unconditionally.
©Jay Mora-Shihadeh
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#Poetry #Freeverse #Unconditional #Love
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Want
Want,
What is it?
To want?
A want?
Of want?
Want of Love?
Want of desire
Want of fire
Fire rolling on skin
Burn bold
Burn bright
Burn flesh
The melding
of souls within,
skin-smooth
embrace
Hold me
Suc-tioned air
Sweat pouring want,
through flowing hair
Languishing
Gushing
Wanting,
to cry out
Want sweeps,
breathes,
in/out
of skin
Pores igniting
the air
Amber light,
night
falling
Dusk,
shadows
of lust
Reflections of soft giants
on white walls,
a world separate
from here somewhere,
separate from there
Shadow bunnies
from the past,
elusive moments
of want,
of care.
©Jay Mora-Shihadeh
#Poetry #Poets #LovePoem #Wordsmith
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Glass eyed and 8
I preached,
when I was 8
years old
I felt I was
an old sage,
wordly wise
and forward
praise.
I watched the ants
march like obedient
soldiers,
into their ant hills.
My jaw ajar and
my mind gone,
lost
in space,
a dreamy state.
The sidewalk
became
another planet
and I,
glass-eyed
and 8,
pondered deeply
about black ants
and their militarized
state.
What
Where
Why,
did they
serve?
And, for who’s
purpose?
I proclaim.
©Jay Mora-Shihadeh
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#Poetry #Freeverse #Poets
