The BoxThe box came to her from a man unknown and when the time came the box opened revealing virus motes on dandelion fluff, chartreuse meadows and flat, leaden skies.The Box in Free Verse More Like This
She shrunk slightly from the sight. She took leave of herself; she thought she lost something and wondered where she had gone.
The box spoke to her then saying, "where are you now?"
A remembrance came to her, she said, "I am now. I am free. I am at the sea."
The box, satisfied, closed and locked its lid; leaving virus motes on dandelion fluff, chartreuse meadows, flat, leaden skies and the girl convinced she was at the sea.
Be StillIt's my time nowBe Still in Free Verse More Like This
now or never
never lose the will
will I ever forgive?
Deafening is the silence
silence; a prayer to forgive
I forgive and I forget
I forgot to forgive
I am now someone else
else I am who I am
am I looking back?
back to warmer days
Time marches on
on through the night
nights are forever
forever, in darkest December
I forgot to forgive
I forget to forgive
I forgive to forget
Another DayAnother dayAnother Day in Free Verse More Like This
Coffee in the cup
Sugar on the counter
Spoon on the floor
I'm on bottom
I'm on top
Under the horizon
Under the top
Under the weather
Clouds over me
Nothing to see
And wrinkled feet
Carry me onward
To the one day
That day; this time
EllipticalHe talks to CometsElliptical in Free Verse More Like This
tells them Secrets and Tales
they listen with rapt attention
sometimes crashing and burning
sometimes passing innocuously
through the Universe
Sometimes, the Comets tell their own tales
streaking tails of tales across the night sky
passing sleeping cities, flying over pastures
we watch with rapt attention
sometimes crashing, sometimes burning
but never innocuously
We wish, we hope, we dream
of catching Comets in a jar,
keeping them like wildflower jam
and spreading them on brainy toast
and savoring every Cosmic bite
But, He talks to Comets
tells them they belong among the stars
to sail away and find a new lover
Far away and return when they feel free
ParchedYour voice cracks like disasterParched in Free Verse More Like This
and falls across a grand expansion
For a time, I pray for rain
But only lightning comes crashing
Down upon my cracked soul
On the way to somewhere
Where dew grows like jewels
On your fingertips
On the way to someplace
I Feel I've been there before
Can I grow without you?
A sculptor-less masterpiece
Waiting to emerge from cold marble
I've waited years, yet remain lifeless
Concealed among hidden fractures
I pray for rain; still entombed
Watching lightning dance;
While I burn under the stars
Cracking like words of disaster
Your every word cracking everlasting
You Know The WayYou know the wayYou Know The Way in Free Verse More Like This
the river flows
the way it twists;
the way it turns
it cuts the land; slices boulders
on and on it goes
against the sky and into
the secret wind
I find you on a high bend
standing like the sun through the trees
in the morning; you pour yourself
into the cold like colors through
springtime; O, the secrets
of my heart!
I know the way
the colors flow
on and on they go
like the distant wind
no moments so dear;
it cuts me deep, it conquers all
I look to the light, not to the fall
O, the secret heart! It takes me high
it makes me cold and makes me bold
after dreams of distant signs
of golden river bends
of twists and turns
and secret winds.
No moments so dear;
no moments so clear
I hear you say:
"You know the way
the river flows
the way it twists;
the way it turns
the secrets of your heart
pour through like colors
crashing hard into spring
and raging summer winds.
Pour yourself over them
like sun through the trees"
I Whisper Your NameI whisper your nameI Whisper Your Name in Free Verse More Like This
Along with my own.
I still remember, my dear.
My beating heart
won't let me forget.
My eyes--burned with a vision
of loveliness cannot turn away
I whisper your name
and it all comes back.
Like the soft glow of sunset
on a warm summers eve
all my life I only needed you.
How could I have known
Your name would become my own?
2010 John Hardesty
WhitewashIt speaks to meWhitewash in Free Verse More Like This
My house of Halls
Where echoes of conversations past
Reverberate against the walls
It tells me things
Whispers and vapors of Harmony; Bliss
Separating places into respective rows
Of transcendental mist
I hear of patterned streaks on the walls;
Runny drips of scarlet spray
Where the children used to pray
Where the father came to prey
It speaks to me
Halls full of Walls
Where echoes of my paintbrush
Reverberate against the respective rows
StillShe reminds me of electricity.Still in Free Verse More Like This
Paralyzing; beautiful like an AC current
Across my heart; making the beat stop and
My muscles contract painfully
Heat upon heat builds; blowing the transformers
Of my mind. At this moment, I am like a relay
She can switch on or off at will. Hyperventilating,
Hypnotized, electrified--there is no will but hers
In this state, I do not see; I do not hear; I do not feel
The icy grip she has on my heart; no awareness of
The severing of my arteries; the crush of my ventricles
The carbonating of my hormones with one kiss.
I am alone; still charged with electric blue like
A just struck tree on the prairie; charred on the outside;
Yet still alive--for a while. She reminds me of electricity
And I await the next bolt from the blue.
© J. Hardesty
The WarriorI watched him go,The Warrior in Free Verse More Like This
unable to ask him to stay.
It was for me and our home
he was going away.
How could I ask?
He wouldn't have been swayed.
Not from this task.
So behind him I stayed.
He cast one look back at me,
one glance telling me his love.
That was all there was to see,
as I prayed to those above.
Return him to me, safe and sound.
My love, the warrior.
ComplicatedOur situation isComplicated in Free Verse More Like This
more than complicated.
An intricate puzzle
of millions of pieces.
You're half a world
away from me.
I never complain
not to you,
But to myself,
why must it be
Little SweetheartYou call me yourLittle Sweetheart in Free Verse More Like This
When we're alone.
Never where anyone
might hear you.
I almost expect you
to look from left to right.
Making sure no one
Are you ashamed of me?
Is that what it is?
My love is not good enough?
I give you all my time,
and you hide me away.
Even a doll gets shown off,
every now and again,
but not me.
We're alone now,
no one is around
to hear you call me
your little sweetheart.
The MasqueradesThe glimmering beauty is what people like to see.The Masquerades in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
The perfection is only skin deep but
show something ugly and they get antsy.
They don't like reality, they don't have the guts.
Living to high expectations set by some strangers
who force us wearing masks like in a dancing party.
Giving us the skill to be top actors
who play a lots of acts daily.
The lines we speak are phony.
The loves we tell are all lies.
Yet the drama whores like the jokes coz they are funny.
They won't mind even if it's just a mere disguise
that we secretly despise....
High standard is what we all try to achieve.
Adore the winners, stay away from the losers.
All means justify the aim, that's what we believe.
Who cares the moral, everyone is a cheater!
A new cliché chapter is written everyday,
like some cheap soap operas we've seen for ages.
but who gives it a damned shit you might say.
That's just how the world goes, don't blame the bitches.
The live shows will keep going.
The masquerades are simply human luxur
Midnite MayhemHave you ever felt so lonelyMidnite Mayhem in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
being surrounded by many?
People keep talking
like voices from some bees buzzing.
Have you ever felt so fake
laughing over things that make your heart ache?
The silhouettes keep walking around you
like some ghosts you are not sure who.
The spiral of madness leads you to no end of it.
Everything seems getting less bit by bit.
Not much of what you say means as much as before.
The words just decorate my mind like waves to the shore.
Hate me for I've never really stopped liking you.
For living like this, for making you get screwed.
For thinking about lies over and over again,
adding more and more layers of pain.
Shred my heart since it has stopped beating.
Burn it to ashes since it has died longing.
The touch of those hundreds hands keeps playing in my head
drunk me into the vicious melody of the living dead.
Drop by drop.... the poison dips my illusion
of you who has long gone in the memory dungeon.
The never returned king leaves the shining crown dimmed
To Go or Not To GoTo Go or Not To GoTo Go or Not To Go in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
On one fine night, on their favorite hill.
Under a big tree, among the daffodils.
Jack and Jon were sitting there looking up
to the blinking stars and the smiling moon.
Jon laid down, put his head on Jack's lap.
Cherishing every second, hoping it would not end soon.
Jack spoke first, asking Jon of what he thought
if he would go with him, leaving what he got.
"Let's have our own adventure, shall we?
Let me show you the wonderful world outside."
Silence wrapped them both and Jon felt uneasy.
He knew Jack would ask and he had to decide.
"I'd love to, Jack," Jon replied slowly.
"But isn't all of this a bit hasty?"
Jon looked into his lover's eyes
trying to find some disappointment there.
But what he saw was the same guy
who had a lot confidence one could hardly compare.
"I know I'm one crazy bunny," Jack grinned.
"But leaving our comfy home and do what we want is not a sin."
He paused a moment and continued, "Don't worry, Hun...!
I promise I've got you safe with me."
There is no Other“All hate is one hate,There is no Other in Free Verse More Like This
All love is one love.
I swear this truth on any book you care to name.
Behind the illusion of self
We are all limbs of the same creature.
There is no other.
Who would mock his own clouded eye,
Or ridicule his twisted foot?
The clouded eye sees visions in the mist,
The twisted foot might aid our balance
And carry us on a little way yet.
There is no other.”
Having spoken his piece the unreliable witness falls silent,
Fumbles for his or her varifocals,
And limps down from the witness stand.
“Call the next witness.”
Restless LullabyRestless LullabyRestless Lullaby in Free Verse More Like This
Sepia faces of fishermen
Gaze out from old photographs;
Left high and dry and time-locked,
In the tiny one-room museum,
On the quayside of this estuary village.
Each soul swept away by the years,
Yet still their images remain,
Demanding admiration and respect,
A challenge to our ephemeral,
Gaudy present day.
And you and I
Without an adequate response
Leave the past behind and wander out into the sunshine,
Down a long grassy path cut through a landscape of tall reeds,
Attracted as always by the glamour of the sea.
The reeds are singing,
Waving and undulating,
Bearing witness to the wind
Soft and low, soft and low
In a billion dry tongues,
A restless lullaby.
The ghosts of dead fishermen
Sigh and shift in their sleep.
Then down at the water's edge,
Having picked our way across the wet rocks,
You and I,
You pointing out the pale smudges of boats
Far out in the wide estuary.
And I imagining the water,
Giving lie to its spark
Images DeletedIMAGES DELETEDImages Deleted in Free Verse More Like This
I left the car,
And camera in hand I walked back along the quiet country road,
The road which ran like a hard faced twin,
Alongside the waters of the beautiful river,
Mimicking her movements, following her curves.
River to my left and to my right eroded rock;
Great grey back,
Ancient beast, turned away and sleeping through the dappled afternoon.
And up against the creature's bulk, standing silent and solemn by the roadside,
The brown door with peeling paint opened and from the carapace of the house an old woman emerged,
Looking neither this way nor that,
Seeing only the small dark shape in the middle of a road.
A dead bird, a sparrow maybe?
She made her slow way towards it.
And bending stiffly
She rescued the little body from the ignominy of grime and dust,
Lifted it up with infinite care
Frail cupped hands in lieu of air.
In place of heavens element
The human touch and sad lament.
Symbol of all bright things shattered.
All time lost, all fragile jo
The Train Now DepartingQuiet and self possessed the black dog lays down to wait outside the supermarket,The Train Now Departing in Free Verse More Like This
His people are one of the raggle-taggle families from the dilapidated quarter of town.
Immigrants from some foreign place where the sky is always blue but hope has failed.
Here they wander the well-stocked aisles of plenty, drifting apart and coming together,
Searching out the affordable, trailing ragged clouds of chaos.
Notice amongst the children, the little girl,
In the frivolous pink dress decked out with bows and frills
Carrying an unspoken challenge in her dark gypsy eyes
“Use your imagination
Stand in my shoes for a moment and feel them pinch.
How easily our places might have been exchanged,
But for the rolling of the dice,
But for the inscrutable ever-rolling dice.”
In the cities of recurring dreams,
The wise walk amongst the foolish, the uncaring and the faceless.
Put an ear down to the pavement and deeper than the noise of the traffic,
Those who have ears to hear will hear the rumble
hopefulyou're like hot chocolatehopeful in Free Verse More Like This
on a cold night
you warm me through
and make me
incalculablehe's good to meincalculable in Free Verse More Like This
we eat at nice places
and never argue
he's gentle in bed
but he isn't you
we lived on
and the world faded
when you came
when you took me
in your hands
he loves me
you almost killed
me with your leaving
but if you roared back
into my world tomorrow
he'd be forgotten by
the time we reached
Story of a TreeStory of a Tree in Short Stories More Like This
Story of a Tree
(based on the image "Many Stories of a Tree" by Rezzan
Once upon a time there was a village, and in the village lived a man.
The man had a small property, a hut, located on a very distant corner of the village.
This man had been a very helpful member of the community, and also a hero.
But now, he was very sad. Every night when he sat near the fireplace he remembered happier times, when his wife and his two children shared the warmth of the fire, and laughter and love filled their home.
He remembered how -if it was not too cold or snowing too heavyly they'd climb a nearby hill. They would always bring water with them for a beautiful wild plant that bloomed all year long. It had dozens of gorgeous purple flowers that made his wife and daughter clap their hands and smile in delight. His wife always took some home when they left, to put them in a vase in the center of the dining table. She thought that these flowers protected their home and he tho