Je veux—je veux faire,
Je veux mais c’est défendu.
Je veux mais je ne comprend pas le langue,
Et je ne sais pas le culture.
C’est mon veste droite.
Les puissances de l’enfer
M’ont donné les opportunités
Mais Dieu m’a refusé la savoir-faire.
© 2014 H.K. Longmore
Posted in poetry
Tagged communication, composed in Compiègne, consequence, French, frustrations, self reflection, weakness
The big dipper scoops the horizon
While Venus observes, trailing behind.
Do my eyes see better with egg on my face?
I see more stars tonight than I’ve seen in a while.
The Southern Claw is drawn by St. Elmo’s Fire,
Is drawn to Castor and Pollux.
With their touch the pull is strongest,
But touch they must or nothing will start.
Touch they do, and the Southern Claw is moved,
Moved nearly out of its place in the sky.
But the planets misaligned,
The omen of St. Elmo’s Fire misread.
The Southern Claw is forbidden,
Promises to never draw so near to Castor again.
This forbidding if held to brings foreboding;
An auspicious ending to the beginning.
Another misalignment of planets,
The Southern Claw tries to hold St. Elmo’s Fire.
But a claw can’t hold plasma,
So an offering is made.
But the effort and thought and distance are masked:
Poor presentation, or did Pollux instead
Reject the Claw? Offering rejected,
The Southern Claw examines the planets again.
Twice misaligned, twice misunderstood,
Two times the yolk dripping down my face.
It seems the Southern Claw and Pollux
Are separated by a gulf in the sky.
I stare bewildered at what happened,
Befuddled on the horizon.
Could it be I’ve been reading
The map upside down?
© 2014 H.K. Longmore
Posted in poetry
Tagged castor and pollux, commitment, communication, consequence, constellations, poem, southern claw, star gazing
If you determine in your heart
To carry out an anonymous act
Designed to bring happiness
Or a smile to the recipient,
You must be prepared for the part:
Fully accept the burden of facts
Known to you and God—and security cameras—the madness
Of the temptation to tell, to take credit, your new companions persistent.
If you would walk the unidentified way,
You must quench the thirst for recognition,
Bury deep the desire to reap rewards; in sadness,
Leave not fully formed the hunger incipient.
When others comment, your tongue you’ll stay.
For leaving no clues you’d better have a knack;
Wipe that smile off your face at their gladness.
And it’s best to not write about what you’ve brought to fruition.
© 2014 H.K. Longmore
Posted in poetry
Tagged anonymous, burden, consequence, frustrations, introspection, love, poem, timing
I wrote this one just for fun in an email to HR to RSVP my regrets for my employer’s summer party, as a commitment I made in September conflicts with the party.
I must now with heavy heart
Inform you that at Sugarhouse Park
This year you’ll not see me dart
Around the trees or touch the bark.
Nine moons ago,
I made a commitment
That demands I forgo
The Onyx summer merriment.
Though I’ll miss all the fun
I’ll be sure to think of you all—
Each and every one—
And hope you have a ball!
Copyright © 2014 H.K. Longmore
I started this one sometime in early May, but due to several interruptions, I forgot about it until recently.
When you’re running late:
Headed to pick up a date—
Perhaps her name is Kate;
Or you’ve a meeting at eight,
To your rendez-vous you’d better hie;
And you realize there’s no good reason why,
Your brain begins to fly
To find some reason that’s not a lie.
When your obligations are not done:
The deadline is a rigid one—
Perhaps when Monday’s course is run;
Or you don’t want to disappoint your hun,
To the task at hand you’d better apply;
To avoid seeing disappointment in another’s eye,
Your brain begins to fly
To find some reason that will satisfy.
And yet, these times are ruled by fate,
When excuses are not shy,
And they will not make fun—
Unlike when you’re filled with butterflies.
Copyright © 2014 H.K. Longmore
My taciturn trait
Love of conversation stole;
Kissed the blarney stone.
But not so of late—
A taciturn turn I took.
Resumed quiet look.
Speak when spoken to—
Unspoken words fill my mind;
Keep comments inside.
No tragic event
Stole from me the gift of gab;
I just grew weary:
Content to listen
To banter between two friends,
Clenched jaw hides my tongue.
A banter party
To which I’m not invited;
Tired of butting in.
Copyright © 2014 H.K. Longmore
I watched you gavotte
As you trilled your tongue.
You wore no culotte.
Emotions were flung
Round the tiled room.
Fresh air filled my lungs,
And dispelled the gloom.
My heart filled with joy,
And doubt found its tomb.
Your response was coy
When asked the reason,
Thus hiding your ploy.
‘Twas a liason:
You were excited,
Cold but not freezin’,
But to my delight,
Excited mostly.
And try as I might,
In spirit ghostly,
I could but wonder
Yet not ask you why,
What was the cause of your excitement,
As I watched you fox-trot down the hallway.
Copyright © 2014 H.K. Longmore
“Don’t let others tell you
What you can and can’t do,”
Advice often given
And more often taken.
But I have a challenge,
I’ll throw the gauntlet down.
Take your pick, be my guest.
See if any of these
You can wrest from truth’s hands.
You can’t let go of what you never held.
You can’t finish what never started.
How can it be over if it never began?
You can’t lose what was never yours,
Nor what you never found.
You can’t have a conversation
With someone who refuses to speak to you in return.
You can’t respond to an ultimatum
That was never delivered, never known.
So call off the ultimatum,
Bind up the broken-hearted,
Keep looking for the things you want to find,
And start something before you end it.
Hold dear those things you don’t want to let go.
Copyright © 2014 H.K. Longmore
Posted in poetry
Tagged communication, frustrations, love, poem, relationships, self reflection
“Nobody asked your opinion,” she said with a glare.
“Well that was awfully kind of nobody to ask my opinion, wasn’t it?” I replied.
“At least when I say good morning to nobody, nobody is kind enough to acknowledge my existence; at least nobody says good morning in return.”
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Tagged counting the cost, dinner and a movie, Elvish, jrr tolkien, Lord of the Rings, love, relationships, symbolic bases
“Oh, my pillow, my soft, absorbent pillow!
What words of comfort have you for me today?”
Cheer up, all is not lost.
“And what will be the cost?”
Two drops is all.
“And what can I get for five?”
You are loved, even if some mistreat you.
You can have the pair for six.
“And how much for a verbal hug?”
Now that’s a tricky one,
A difficult task for a pillow.
What’s it worth to you?
I’ve saved up a lot,
Over days, weeks, months.
I wonder how much I should offer.
Would a cup be too much?
But as I start to pay
The dam bursts,
The stream won’t be held back.
“Is this enough?”
©2014 H.K. Longmore
Posted in poetry
Tagged atonement, bliss and glad life, consequence, coping, counting the cost, love, poem, resilience, self reflection
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