Faces / bhawani & George Dance

[George Dance]

Faces

Faces coloured with calm
Concealing pain,
Inside shattered with turmoil,
Outside so placid and plain:
Who taught you to hide behind walls
And behind shields
To trick us?
Who do you fear?
That face is a fake:
A dark, wooden mask
That hides you in shadow.
Who are you?
Why are you afraid to show me?
Why do you want to look like another face?
That face is evil.
Kill the face.
Can you?
Can you show me your self,
Let me see the turmoil in you,
Please?
Be brave!
Kill that ugly face.

—
bhawani & George Dance

[Leslie Moon]

I like it. Too many of us use the mask. Not just a cultural thing. Hiding behind it defeats us in the end.

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[George Dance]

Thanks for reading and commenting, Leslie. I'm glad you enjoyed it. We
all wear the mask too often, me included; the idea of letting it down
can be scary.

On Nov 18, 6:20 pm, Leslie Moon <moondustwri...@gmail.com> wrote:
> I like it. Too many of us use the mask. Not just a cultural thing. Hiding
> behind it defeats us in the end.
>

[ronald mallari]

I do that everyday in the last past few weeks, pretending that everything is OK but the truth is I am crying inside.

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[George Dance]

If you want to write about it, you can send me an email. Sometimes
it's better to tell a stranger: You don't want to tell a friend
because you don't want to put a burden on them; often they're in no
position to help or say anything, but they want to bcz you're a friend
so confiding puts them in a bad position -- which is one reason we
keep the mask up to friends.

OTOH, we've got no guarantee how a stranger will respond -- which is a
reason we keep the mask up to them. But sometimes just writing about
it, confronting and organizing one's thoughts rather than keeping them
in, is therapy enough.

It's up to you, of course. But your mentioning it makes me think you
do want to talk about it to someone.

On Nov 22, 12:14 am, ronald mallari <aeonkek...@gmail.com> wrote:
> I do that everyday in the last past few weeks, pretending that everything is
> OK but the truth is I am crying inside.
>

> > poems+un...@googlegroups.com <poems%2Bunsu...@googlegroups.com>.

[ronald mallari]

Thanks George, I made a poem about it. My mom is in agony and I want it to be over.
I really appreciate the concern.

Parting Time

Blurring lights
Weary eyes, misty
Darkest of nights
Come immense agony

Body shivers
Will, turn to decay
Soul quivers
Strength taken away

Time took over
Youth out of sight
Only surrender
Run out of might

A stale vessel
Laid on a bed
Like an old well
The water's out, bled

One more drip
End is so near
Take the last breath
And Rest forever.

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[George Dance]

Wow! It sounds like she's dying. You've got real emotion in those
lines. There's technical stuff I'd crit/or rewrite, but I'm not going
to get into that. Your theme shines through well and clear, and gets
me involved, feeling those emotions you feel. There's nothing more to
say.

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[dave holloway]

This is a great poem!  The resignation is so powerful and be must be difficult to live with.

[ronald mallari]

I was crying when I wrote it, I hope soon it will be over.
I lost a lot of weight thinking and reliving my memories of her.
The hardest part is I am away from home, being an expat here in Qatar.
Thank you guys.