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AN ANCESTOR’S GOODBYE
You came in through the door with the wind, manifesting on a sunbeam. Leaves that didn’t exist to the eye rustled in the ear. The dog barked; the blackbird flew. You lingered quietly in a corner. Then sometime during the night, you were gone with a squeak from the door.
Wanda Paryla 2019
BURDEN ME, OKAY
I wallow with the burden
A choice I made one day
While the wicked party and play
Fine for me is this burden
The choice I chose to keep
And our fruits each we shall reap
Party and play with deaf ears
Gabriel will announce the sadness
While the wicked party and play
After the final act
They shall fall upon their swords
‘Cuz while the uncaring played, I bore the burden of a life decaying
Through sleepless nights
And fruitless days
I’m leader through the lighted path
I carried it all
So do not dare ask any questions of me
If there are some, look in the mirror for answers or, my God, hit your knees
I wallow with the burden
A choice I made one day
While the wicked party and play
Burden me, okay
Copyright 2018 Wanda Paryla
Hello there!
Please enjoy this excerpt from my book-in-progress of original poetry, tentatively titled The Crime of a Life Sentence. As mentioned in my previous blog, the publication dates of this work as well as the sequel to Someday Always Comes – The Devil Plays Dice – have been pushed into 2017. I am expecting to publish this particular book April 2017.
The poems in this book have been written over many, many years and when I post an excerpt some will have the original copyright dates.
(Please find the link to my previous blog below this post – I’ve inserted one and there’s the link back under this post if my link doesn’t work.)
CRYING AT MIDDAY
Crying at midday
I cannot find the right words to say
What I feel is lost
Staring into space
I recall another time with grace
What I feel is lost
My heart breaks in two
Heart bounded by the tragedy of you
What I feel is lost
I strive to not see
Myself and you surrounded by defeat
What I feel is lost
Copyright 2015 Wanda S. Paryla
FALLTIDE
Mysterious sounds creeping
While ravens call weeping
And wait on bare branch swaying
Triangle-eyed, round pumpkins smile wide
Cats use shadows to hide
Orange light seeping out bright
And crackling fires warm the eve
While crisp, crackles the leaves
Fall’s arrived; Winter’s nearby
Copyright 2013 Wanda S. Paryla
The Devil Plays Dice – excerpt
phoenix by sandara: sandara.deviantart.com
PHOENIX
IN THE SKY
WINGING HIGH
EYES OF FIRE
RISE WITH PRIDE
DO NOT HIDE
SOUL RIDE
PHOENIX
Copyright 2015 Wanda S. Paryla
A WINTER DREAM (Haiku)
Hot afternoon tea
I sip and dream of the sea
With shores of tranquility
Copyright 2015 Wanda S. Paryla
A FUTURE HAIKU
Looking back no more
Up ahead there is a star
Leading me afar
Copyright 2015 Wanda S. Paryla
I don’t recall if I’ve ever posted this on my blog before, but thought it’s a fitting time to share.
DANCE OF THE SEASONS
Seasons change, bringing anew
The turning tides ring of truth
Times come and they go
Return and leave like the life of a rose
In the beginning of a season
Living life without reason
We feel totally robust
Then fall down and bust
Life, full of too much excitement,
Eventually brings tired days well spent
Whether it’s raking leaves
Or shoveling snow; hanging wreaths
Eventually the season ends
And before we know it, tends
To enter another season, yet again
A never-ending cycle upon which we depend
And as we dance in spring showers
And keep watch over growing flowers
The sun in the sky rises higher
As the days grow longer and lighter
The outdoors begs us, come
Time to begin outdoor fun
And next thing we know
Tulips smell fine and gone is the snow
As the roses rise high
Toward the big blue sky
Turning their faces aloft
We look ahead to summers so soft
Full of hot days and warm nights
We’ll lie on our backs; watch the skies for lights
Barbecues will be lit
With charcoal in their pits
And in the last days of summer
We’ll stand outside and act all the dumber
While pretending not to know
That soon enough, there’ll be snow
We’ll toast the long days
As we nod to changing ways
As fall chases summer away
And lessens our time of play
Ushering in things anew
Yet that seem old too
And soon the raking of leaves
Give way to the hanging of wreathes
Again we’ll sit ‘round hearth fires
Discussing days gone by with desire
And we sit with our cookies and coffees
Dreaming of summer and big Slurpees
It’s the dance of the seasons
It happens without reason
Round and round it goes
And where it’ll stop, everyone knows.
Copyright 2014 Wanda S. Paryla
And to my friends who still live in Texas. Don’t give it up. Never go away. You have no idea what you have. And if you absolutely must go, never let it go.
MY TEXAS NIGHTS
Sounds of cicadas buzz around me
The smell of fresh-cut hay does surround me
Home of a sizzling daytime sun and sticky, starry nights
Prairies glowing bright even in the dark of night
Night roses blooming
Horses grooming
Under the cloak of night
Illuminated by a silvery moon delight
Dewberries glistening
Pecan trees swaying
Growing all right
During the dead of night
Field mice wrestling
Salamanders listening
Waiting for the break of dawn
To run and burrow deep under the lawn
Gentleness against my skin
Draping herself around my shins
She touches my arm
Breezing by my cheek without alarm
She whispers in my ear
And, oh, how it tickles dear
A sweet breath of air
I never had need to despair
Rustling leaves sing as they shuffle
Promising my life will be free of bustle
Grazing under a moonlit front
Cattle low and grunt
Spider spinning her web
Pinning bugs dead
Night birds crooning tranquil tunes
Under the Texas moon
Inching worms and slithering snakes
All the hungry bunnies shake
Nibbling on tomatoes, eating lush
Let’s all hide with our bounty under prickly brush
Croaking frog
And barking dog
Tomcat mewing on nigh
Oh how we all love the sugary-smelling night
Staring up at the Milky Way
With my child eyes, I pray
Please, God, I never want it to go away
I want life to always be this way
Go away it never did as I prayed
It was me who didn’t stay
Restless youth bid go
God, if I had only known
Now-a-days, I recall it, dreaming
Summoning a child’s moon, beaming
On the fields of my youth
That are now all gone…Poof!
In my memory lives on
My Texas nights
Copyright 2014 Wanda S. Paryla
*Demon 1 by IgorKieryluk
NIGHT DEMON
I fear for my weak and wretched soul
As he haunts me through ominous night
Luring me to deadly sins so foul
Enticing me away from the light
Night Demon, I beg him, stay away
My thoughts are scary, murky; viscous
Fear of harsh judgment keeps them at bay
Demon! Don’t lead me to be inauspicious
He shrieks at me through the vast darkness
Of my puzzled, spinning, ailing mind
No drug can sedate the beast unless
There is a spell that can tie and bind
Demon calls to me, to come and kill
I cover my ears; don’t want to hear
As he cruelly tries to break my will
Scratching, biting, at my force he tears
Demon’s friends join in on the horror
Skipping like evil fairies all night
Through the most horrible night terror
I’ve ever had and I heave from fright
Insanity is knocking dreadfully loud
As my thoughts turn creepy; distorted
I see Demon, hiding in his shroud
Morals, slowly being aborted
My spirit cries to not engage them
Those suddenly hideous feelings
I pray to God to end the mayhem
My mind is weakened and reeling
No, Demon, I will not follow you
I will take control of my own fate
To God I will go; won’t live like you
I slit my own wrists, so come and hate
Hate me for what I’ve done to myself
But I will not kill someone for you
Demon, why do you laugh with such stealth?
You think you’ve won; that I’ve killed for you?
Hell’s gates are now wide open for me
That’s just fine as it is I who died
I won, really, as I’m murder free
I’d rather burn in hell for suicide
Than smolder in hell for murdering
Some unsuspecting stranger out there
So drag me down to hell for saving
Someone else from my sick night terror
Demon snorts and hoots and laughs at me
The steel gates of hell are blared open
But what’s that bright light that shines with glee?
It’s a bright beam from God’s fine heaven
Night Demon, you are not what you seem
God tested me and I passed that exam
He’s opened the gates of Heaven for me
Though suicide should be a failed exam
“That’s an old-school rule,” God said. “Now come.”
Through the vast gates of Heaven I walked
I was elated; I felt at home
Then I turned, saw the Demon still stalked
Then looked to find the kind face of God
He nodded and then they became one
Truth hit me like a lightening rod
Then I awoke in my bed alone.
Copyright 2014 Wanda S. Paryla
FATE
(This rambling is an entry from my personal journal from Thursday, 10/9/14.)
As you can see, I’ve missed some days of journal-ing. I am very disappointed. I wanted to fulfill my blog-a-day for October. I love October. Anyway, I’ve been sick. It’s nothing new. My colon, the son-of-a-bitch, is trying to kill me. It’s like it has a mind of its own.
Regardless, I know it will more than likely be my fate at the end of a long road.
So, mostly my idea is to only write in this journal on weekdays. Why? I don’t know. Maybe because I feel like it. I can do whatever I want. Why not? The rest of the world’s doing it.
Yep. People are doing whatever the fuck they feel like. I sure miss that Texas dirt road that I grew up on. I miss those chickens pecking around the yard, cows lowing, and the sound of crickets at night.
I miss singing with Blue Joe. I miss Tex and Lucky. I miss my quiet childhood. Sometimes I long for 1980 in our house on that beige and red sandy road.
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I miss the hot winds
Blowing sand devils around
The breezes now gone
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Long days come and gone
Hot Texas sun gone down
Cold is here to stay
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Spider, spin your web
Take me back to that dirt road
Rusty earth baked hard
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