Monthly Archives: November 2013

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Happy Thanksgiving! [POEM]

Much is usually said
of what this day is meant to be
thanks and appreciation
gratitude, most certainly

To share and to observe
to serve and to extend
with service unto others,
for our family, for our friends

We fellowship and feast
we travel near and far
all to bring forth goodness
to the delight meant for our heart

Unto the lesser such amongst us
with gladness as we share
charitable sentiments of giving
by faith, with hope, in loving care

And I am such inclined
to share with you as so
I am thankful for your presence,
I wrote this poem to let you know

For years won’t always measure
and days are sure to fade
phone calls won’t always greet us
as absence makes its way

Life somehow just happens
and lost sometimes are the hopes
intentions we never fulfilled,
letters we never wrote

But memories and moments
that we share will surely live
as celebration and traditions
that a day like today forever gives…

To my family and friends, to your family and friends, to us all…
HAPPY THANKSGIVING!

-see

©2013 Cornelious “See” Flowers

Know-it-all… [POEM]

The poet has
all the answers

his audience
gets a chance to
see if they work
he just lurks
somewhere in between
hypothesis and metaphor
ready for being ignored
or seen
as a hypothetical abstract
thing
a conjured belief
a means
to a free-spirited irresponsibility,
a dream
an example of ones refusal
to subject
to submit
who brings with him
a peace
pieced in puzzle-like formation
fitting in open spaces
and broken places
like
hearts that get their only beat
from his depart
eyes that get their only light
from his spark
fingers that get their only feeling
from his touch

and such is his dilemma
never being able
to enter
into
any symbol or resemblance
of what he meant
when he tells them to live
beyond having to commit
beyond any limit
or fragments that are figments
of an observers imagination
thinking that he
is somehow escaping
by being displaced
from normal
routines
or regulations
or his reputation
than being another
or anything other
than
stage presence

his answers bring question
and doubts
to his character
not to whether he is right
but of his right
to narrate
the plight
of the prisoners
that squander their freedom
on open-mics
and express their grievances
with likes

The poet has all the answers

and he dances
whilst no music plays
to the beat of his own drum
against the hokum
and conundrum
that the soul churns
that burn flagrantly
emitting the fragrance
of flavored trees
that waver breeze
winds blown to savor
memories
that flee
vacant scenes
of glee
that he seethes
silently
keeping to himself
the remedy
for an affliction
that injures
so many

the cure is his answers
poetry
his chance
to change
perceptions
and ways
the way he set out to
by being himself
even if it hurts
not to
be able to ask any questions
like those asked of himself
by those that pretend
to know
how
he exists.

-see

©2013 Cornelious “See” Flowers

Multiplicity… [POEM]

What’s wrong
with saying I love you
more than once
to more than one

and meaning it

believing it
because it’s true
caring
about her
and you
and you
and you
and you

fulfilling promises,
honestly

modestly arranging strangely articulate phrases that match just as many days as it took for me to realize that I don’t have desire nor the time to spend on stopping or standing in one place long enough for commitment to make enough sense for me to consider it outside of whatever it represents in terms of this,

I’m faithful to who I am,
that’s it

but I love you

and yes I want the best and it is not just a suggestion that I offered to step aside so that you could find Mr.(s) “Willing to do what I won’t”… but if he is willing to give you 79 degrees and sunny, I won’t,
stand in your way,
stand in your rain,
stand for your moments of now,
stand for your games

I won’t,
stay

but call me
when you’re imprisoned
when you need someone
to listen to you, someone to get into a debate
about faith
about waiting on mates
about haste
about the taste of your taste

about face,
don’t change,
stay

because I love you

whether I’m here
or you’re there
whether you care to
believe me or not
you have a choice
and this is not
pressure

this is the lesser of equals that sounds evil but is greater than or equal to meeting you outside the box of what you speak, previously, this is you meeting me where you dream, this is something eventually turning into peace, of mind, one time, at a time

but repeated,
as frequently as need be,
considering someone else’s
feelings,
like her
and her
and her
and maybe hers,
not mine

but being able to still love you,
the whole time…

-see

©2013 Cornelious “See” Flowers