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Black Diamond Night (a coal miner’s cemetery)
Where the ebony, we call “NIGHT”,
Old black rocks sit under the twilight
Diamond shape eyes unclear and lonely,
Sinister through hostile spirits only,
I stumble across these stones without a bone
A solitary confinement alone,
From a barren zone the light transcend
Only in time, our minds will mend
Endless valleys and limitless stones
These bones- these bones they sit alone
The abyss, of rotten cavities with no fill,
A system no power can unwell the drill
The blood that passed over without a spill
Peaks collapse into a spellbinding chill
They are trapped! They are trapped!
Another diamond in the rough
Is what they left
Obsessed with the dead without a death
A death that impatiently awaited their last breath
Gushing, into the gems of dead chemistry,
Diamonds holding its own intensity,
These lonely graves, on top of sycamore hill
Coal mining hearts that will never heal
If only shiny eyes could see?
These lonely bones inside of me!
Moving in every direction possible
Flowing in every direction noticeable
Sockets without eyes.
Stones hiding under the cobalt skies.
The mad sparkles, the madness dies.
Throughout this mess, we held in the blasphemous
Intervening lots of gems so miraculous
Into a stone of self-religion,
A black night filled of legions
Acknowledging the soul's capacity of free
Near the frail bones that sit alone,
Alone they sit in a morbid home.
Through a path unclear and all alone,
Troubled by the visions of my own stone
Where the night takes place in the dark
The ebony rides under the diamond bark
Along with the coal miners who never got to see the;
“Diamonds of another day!”
Poet Destroyer A
More great poems below...
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The house seemed smaller, now seen with older eyes...
The street seemed narrower, the trees taller..
Where once were open fields across the road
New construction had bloomed
The small fruit orchard had disappeared
But somehow we knew it would still be there....
Strangely different, ...yet much the same
There was an unfamiliar small red tricycle
On the flagstone path that we laid...
In front of this little house that lies
Beyond the curve, where the old sycamore grew...
Suddenly, thirty years faded into that autumn day
And quickly had become a springtime of our lives.....
...of first Christmas trees,..of first anniversaries...
...a place where I cried night after night when mother died...
...and spent long, starry nights holding newborn babes....
Yes....it is all still there, in the little yellow house
Funny, but I'm glad they kept the yellow...
It has the same white shutters...
The little yellow house, with a flagstone pathway that we laid
That sits beyond the curve, where the old sycamore grew...
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A mother was born and dreamed of a beautiful life
A new journey had begun - but a hard path lay ahead
Demons seduced her beloved - leaving her alone
The land was foreign and dark clouds appeared above
Child in hand the mother reached an ambiguous cross road
Before setting foot upon the long way - her conscience enquired
"Are you sure this is the right path? It will be difficult, full of pain"
The mother smiled as she saw hope in her infant's eyes
A real mother would sacrifice her own happiness for a child
Storms came on dark days with thunder and lightning
but, she kept her child dry and secure
Winters came with cold days and masonic winds
but, she kept her child warm and protected
Sometimes she would not eat - but kept her child nourished
In secrecy, tears would fall - her son would only see a happy mask
There were days when life was burdensome and full of worry
and she shook in fear - defeating hazards and obstacles,
as she guided her son along the terrain of the highest mountain
When they reached the top her son reassured his mother
"Thank you mother - I would not have got here without you,
you can let go now. I think I will be OK from here"
His mother smiled with pride - her boy was now a man
When her son was at a loss - his mother would remind him
"Son you only learn from losing"
When her son lay dying - his mother gave him hope and taught him faith
"Son, you can't control what happens to you in life,
but you can control how you react to it"
With the love and prayers of his mother and the grace of God
he defeated the most evil disease and is even stronger
Life is full of trials and tests - being optimistic will help defeat hardship
Loving others will give them belief and a reason to live.
Never underestimate the love of a mother who sacrifices so much,
but sometimes we do not realise how much. My mother has taught me so much and is my hero. I am thankful to my mother for always being there even on the darkest days. For helping me through my battle with cancer and always inspiring me to be the best that I can be. It is a true honour to be her son.
15 October 2015
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**"And his name was Jack"**
No one perceives what abides above the clouds.
A giant, a harp, maybe golden eggs.
I demand to see and feel, before I believe.
A castle, a dream…. I want the magic beans!!!
I'm the daughter of a farmer.
I have a donkey to ride, a story to tell.
“Jack and the Beanstalk”; my favorite tale.
Once upon, a morbid dawn.
I inhale a tiny simple yawn~ I levitate like the sun.
I head out the door, towards the markets shore.
I grabbed my ass to stroll along the open path.
My shoes aim out to the nearest creek.
My ass and I desired a drink.
There I saw an old Englishman, sitting on a log.
It looked as if time was approaching his brink.
In his hand, he had a sack.
A bag, a bag, embroil of ivory and black.
His eyes were not from this ground.
His body fragile, he uttered a moaning sound.
He was of dirt.
I was pure.
He pledged his life to me.
I debated.... with many thoughts,
Although his eyes...
My eyes... Will never meet again.
I want what is in the bag!
He said, "I'll give you anything for that ass.
My legs and bones can’t hold up on their own, no more!”
I knelt down to where he sat.
Smelling his essence of rot.
I reached forward and grabbed his only baggage.
He said, "This bag is all I got!"
I answered, "And this sir is a fine ass."
He replied, "I have no cash."
Scowling at him, “No I want your demon seeds!"
How my blood grew thin...
Inhaling and exhaling out his sin...
The old man all shriveled and timeworn,
Propose the birthright of the seeds.
Yes, plant them! Plant them...
I cried excitedly!
He pats the field.
Said there I am done.
Now clock as it expands.
To breed this story short...
He dispense his seeds.
AND, I GAVE HIM MY ASS.
Lol... BY;PD (for seed contest)
Poet Destroyer A
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"THERE HE WAS HOLDING HIS HAND OUT"
God, can I hold your hand and follow you?
My child, it is I who will walk with you! You walked down my path with and without faith. You took my protection to ease your pain. My shielded wings comfort you during your moments of suffering while your life staggered across earth. Your love and devotion are what made you strong. Every time your dreams were broken. You managed to build more dreams in their place. You called my name during your happiest and saddest moments. You ran to me when you fell behind. Your secrets became our private talks. The key to your heart was always unlocked. I was there during your trials and troubles and tribulations. We could not speak, it was my light that kept you from going weak.
God, are you a dream of beauty? The holy book.
My preacher spoke of the afterlife, calling it paradise.
I remember now, I felt this company once before, this light.
Many times, I forsake the light and still you never left my door.
I felt it on the day I was born,
the day I became baptized in your holy name.
I felt this light before, can you explain it once more?
Lord pleases clarify the day I fell down to my knees, accepted Jesus as my savior?
On that day, I felt as if you stood away and walked on by, allowing me to face my failures’.
Was my life a waste in this impossible world?"
My child, this is the everlasting light you will feel every time your body is re-born onto a new road. This light never left you.
My sweet child did you not listen,
Matthew *19:26* MY SON looked at them and said, "With man this is impossible, but with ME all things are possible.
My child, you were not searching for the right answers.
My Lord everyone told me if I prayed you would come. Did I not pray enough?
My child sometimes your heart asked for more than life itself,
I always answered even when you shunned heaven away from your eyes?
The obvious question is whether this is the final immersing of your soul's disguises.
Lord, I have other questions to ask.
What should I expect out of my personal sins?
My testimonial sits in the palm of your hand
My mind and my heart's inner core have been wicked since my adolescence--
How is it that I am in your promise land?
Getting right with me has brought you here!
One more question My Heavenly Father
Can I see My Daughter, Mothers, Sisters, family, and friends?
Poet Destroyer A
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Crystal tears drown under the best velvet distinctive feel
A Ghostly feel that leads into a clear diamond road
I found myself seduced down an Ancient Silk Caravan path,
There she hid behind the golden stones she built around her heart.
She was a white gem against the deepest night
She spoke Latin words upon this dreamy sky
Her eyes were deep and the size of my mother’s midnight pearls
I fell into the stare of her bedroom eyes
Wishing to taste the sweetness of her coconut milk fragrance.
She lowers the cloak to reveal the beauty in her black pearly eyes
Raven hair under her soft sensual disguise
Her lips redder than the violet rays of the sunset
She buried her beauty, and then exposed what’s under the cloak
Soon, her body turned into rot and bones
Her fingers pointed towards another path,
A rugged road of stones and pearls
I took a blade and press it against my skin,
Concealing my life shut, after she revealed all my forbidden sins
Her lip, her eyes, her pearly grin, my last vision as my blood drew thin
A sweet kiss of death, falling into the eyes of Pandora’s Spell
Poet Destroyer A
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Running through my mind,
Running through my veins,
A silica odor, dust walks through a fresh desert night
Cool air beneath and above the sea
A warm furnace smell, I don’t understand
Intricate to rise and receive without knowing
Up ahead in a virtue distance
A mysterious poisonous effluvium light-
My face feels like a leaf'
My sun holds up its own pendulum rods
Inflammation comes and settles in for the night,
There it stands in a pertinacious manner, with quality
I resurrect this air created from madness, all over again
Twilight, rain stranger than strange
Visions, pursue my path into an infested dark pasture
"From the red Heaven I fell into the waters of a cobalt Hell"
Perhaps this venerable moment, will pass slower than slow
If I accept, and then decline
Would this balance the precocious state I live in?
How about when wrong directions follow my promiscuous ways
Is my conglomeration of ideas, no longer safe?
When I no longer value the values of the young
Will I sleep at the mercy of his ancient heart
They're the voices give and take from our health
Today, those soft, perfect eyes are calling from far away,
Ashes high, vapors and infection welding me
The bright skies swallow every thin silver line,
Where the clouds sit somehow~ in bacteria
YES UNITY! Fantabulously-fantastic!
Always, wanting more than love can touch
We are living' it up with no alibis!
A way to be and not to BE!
The champagne leaves their cup
Awaken in a life, disturbed ~ NOW INTERRUPT!
Only in this world, lava will reach her lips
Prisoners and doers;
All night…. Too late for a treatment
Lungs, decaying, evil rats
Direction, affection, ending all the inhalation
Running through my lungs,
Flat-lined my life ____/\ /\___ ___/\______/\___ _______________
Poet Destroyer A
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I can see!
All the tribulations around
A rage against the burning wind
Nobody hears the crackling sounds in my voice
Everybody avoids feeling the smoke hidden within
A rain so deep it burns all the enamel off my skin
A rain that cut my soul in half
Two-piece that will not entwine or merge down a dragon path
I feel this eternity has no ending blaze
Trigger happy rain, extinguishing a bonfire around my rose.
I will sleep under the artillery stars tonight
With the perfection of my fiery crystal lava teardrops
Washing the ashes of my face,
Suppressing the overwhelming fear
Knowing no one will ever, "BLAME IT ON THE RAIN!"
As long as the torch keeps loading another artillery round.
Trashed #3, sponsor, Broken Wings
Date Trashed November 2nd, 2015
Poet Destroyer A
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I have no sorrow, for sorrow is small,
And can't be held guilty for choices made.
Reflections scrawled on the minds darkened wall,
Will leave a stain as they begin to fade.
Time passes without a sense of motion.
Silent dreams disappear with wrinkled skin.
A traveled path worn by life's emotion.
Leads from a world not to be seen again.
Though eyes perceive what the heart desires,
And longs for perfection, never found.
They see the way lighted by hopeful fires.
A clearer path to walk on fateful ground.
The distance traveled, the lifetime spent.
The hurried times and places without lament.
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O N L Y E V E R W I T H Y O U
Only ever with you, I love to have and hold
into the circle of your arms, I'll unfold;
into your blue eyes' greeting shine, my gold;
only ever with you, I yearn to grow old...
Only ever with you I can write rhymes as such
for you bring my muse from dust to dash, to hush
Only ever with you my being wants to attach
as first step already taken to our primrose path
Only ever with you, tips dance linger to cherry lips
Slow summer hands will roam vast to wonderland
Whence pearl white peel smooches chocolate skin
only ever with you, heartbeats climbs a boiling point
Stars and moon may leave the dark skies
yet, one look at the gleam of your blue eyes
day and night, I see the rising sunrise.
Only ever with you, I will dive to lows or heights
for only ever with you, I'll plunge to infinity.
Prayers plea asking blessings from Divinity
to tie two hearts and two souls in sole unity.
Mindless to whatever is there in humanity
Only ever with you...
POEM OF THE DAY -- February 27, 2015
©O. E. Guillermo
5:32 pm, February 26, 2015
Olive Eloisa Guillermo
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GREEN, GREEN, GREEN!!!
My name is Jade Shamrock Green.
I will not eat one single green bean.
When I get mad, I turn green.
I wear my favorite green jeans.
I am hypnotize by the color green.
Not every green path leads to a flowing stream.
I lay on the grass so green.
I won a jackpot of green.
To visit the Green Mountains in Vermont is like a dream.
My eyes are shaded green.
My jealousy comes in the color green.
I diet on green veggies that are lean.
The Green Bay Packers are my favorite team.
I believe all frogs should come in green.
It’s a family gift to carry a green thumb gene.
My garden has the greenest life I have ever seen.
Lemons are yellow, but limes are green.
The Irish do not all believe in green.
In my greenhouse all, the plants are full of good self-esteem.
I'm the jester who wore a green beret for the king and queen.
The unripe sour apple is moldy green!
Flicking me a green bugger is gross and mean.
Why do all leprechauns wear color green?
Not all clovers have only three leafs of green.
Green is the middle color of the rainbow team.
Good Luck, Care Bear's charming eyes are emerald green.
My favorite color has always been green.
This is all about wearing green on March the seventeen.
. (a) S.K.A.T. POETRY (re-post) by;p.d.
. 3-17-10 (update) 3-17-11
Poet Destroyer A
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"What falls out in the forest stays in the forest"
The tree is trimmed,
Proposing passion, protecting sweet sweat
Naked with nothing to bear or wear
Nature's breath lightens the atmosphere
She breathes in, he breathes out
The sound of rain drumming down deepens
Every form is near its end,
Deep in this forest night
A Gentleman among the trees,
Hibernating new seeds
"On the other side of the forest"
He guides my path, with ebony eyes
A convincing vent, I swallow
The fear is broken, I sleep in glee
The whispers disappear
Dying in peace by the secret bayou
Broad leaves lay under raw landscape
Stilled by the chills he quills
A quarter past midnight
Mr Romantic prepares my sheets of Winter
Contest: "Write Me A Winter Poem"
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Mathias works long and hard to convince the authorities to let her seek asylum in his country, months go by and without even a single communication, he becomes frustrated,
“Do your eyes still long to see me?
Even when you close them, is it me they see?
Do your lips still long to kiss me?
Does your tongue still 'sigh' my name?
Does your nose still long for my aroma?
Does your ear drum still beat faster when your ears hear my voice?
Does your hair and cheeks still long to be caressed by my fingers?
Does your neck still long to be kissed by my lips?
Do your hands still want to clasp together with mine?
Do your breasts still want to comfort my heavy head?
Do your shoulders still want to feel my tears?
Does your lap still want me to lay my head up on it?
Does your heart still beat faster when I appear?
Does your mind still want to connect with mine?
Does your body still want to be embraced by my arms?
Is it me you search for?
Am I the one you desire?
Or does your heart no longer connect with mine,
has it become numb since you said goodbye.”
Imaani waits patiently for her beloved to return, even though her health is deteriorating, she remembers their first meeting with fondness,
“My beloved, you are more lovable than love,
you are my life today and in the next life,
that is why I could die in your love,
as I know at the end it will only be us.
I remember the first time you touched me,
your silky smooth hands invigorated my soul.
The hairs on the back of my neck stood up,
you gave me goose bumps and sent shivers down my spine.
Never before have I seen beauty like yours,
when I look at you, it leaves me breathless.
I have drowned in your eyes constantly,
but, I am saved when your radiant voice speaks to me.
There will never be enough words that describe what you mean to me,
there will never be a time when these eyes tire of you.
I wish I could hold you forever, let you fall asleep in my arms,
I wish I could merge with you and be adjoined infinitely.
Nobody could ever replace you, the feelings are too strong,
life is not worth living, if living is without you.”
Finally, Mathias travels back to Imaani to bring her home with all relevant documents. However, as he returns Imaani is nowhere to be found... After days of searching he discover that Imaani has died due to severe malnutrition. He is heartbroken and feels it is the end of the world and contemplates suicide. A doctor finds him and passes over a note that Imaani had left for him and it reads,
This life is a fraud...
Full of nothing but deceit..
This world has lost its glory...
Leaving little reason to be...
For life has treated me like a stone upon a path..
Whoever walked by kicked me out of the way...
However, I still remain standing..
Despite all those arrows fired my way...
I may be flung from path to path..
But upon my journey I remain..
For those who belittle me now..
Laugh, as I assure you I will have the final say..
These tears I shed today..
Will return to haunt you someday..
For the glory I seek, is not here ...
But far away..
For one day, I will return..
To the beginning, from where I came...
Slowly, he falls into the depths of darkness and despair... Secluding himself from the world and contemplating death... A white dove lands on his window and just stares right at him and at that moment, he realises it is time to say goodbye..
A dove flew by,
reminding me of your love.
Its been a long time,
since a tear escaped my eye.
but your memories remain.
My heart remains stagnant,
it may never love again.
They say romance is dead,
that true love never lasts forever..
My love for you has never changed,
as my heart could never accept another.
Some say love is a temporary emotion,
but, I still feel your love, it will last forever.
I can still feel you,
your thoughts consume my mind.
I long for our reunion, maybe not today,
but soon and it will be forever...
(sound of shot gun)
The Silent One. 20 August 2015.
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Long before Horus' exposure on its trunk
and the nailing of Jesus upon its grain,
rings have been added within the Tree
while people proclaim to hold the key
of salvation, a continually borrowed mythology
swallowed; a powerful sleeping pill
pulling the masses into slumber,
away from the obvious truth
that such supposed salvation
is a ticket far too easy to obtain,
a discriminatory damnation of souls
so blindingly righteous,
even the most vengeful, maniacal deity
would draw the line there.
So many people hand-out the easy tickets,
cut and light the tree --
a hypodermic injection of selfish memories
mixed into mortar for temples designated as sacred,
but the elements are desecrated by swirling sewers,
by shears amputating roots from the sky.
Too many people preach, judicate, proclamate,
hold signs pointing towards a cheap, polystyrene heaven,
while only a few walk the narrow path,
live the sacrifice because it feels right.
Again and again,
the ticket isn't so easy,
we must put aside our slumber-crutches,
stop watching the few carry the rest
upon their backs until bones creak and groan
from the weight of people waiting for salvation
to be handed to them.
27 years, a branch in the road, 46664 etched into its bark.
The forked doors opened,
a living, breathing gospel
brought down fences,
and even then the wood was made into crutches
for people to say,
"M will fix it, M will do this, M will do that,
M will save us, just wait and see."
But M is finally free, yes, he is free!
Free, but not lost to us,
always surviving as spirit-seeds.
We must no longer lean upon crutches,
instead purge the pill from our blood
and awaken into gardeners who water the seeds
within the soil of our souls,
before the vision withers completely,
and we remain only as husks
waiting to be hydrated by watering cans
held in hands too weak to lift the weight....
held in our own hands all along,
held in our hands all along.
*Inspired by Madiba Mandela
December 7th/8th, 2013
Chris D. Aechtner
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LIST POETRY - A FUTURISTIC INTERPRETATION
I cried yesterday
and I think I broke the world
so I braided some words into twine
planted some sweet and sour coated seeds
I grew free standing expressions and then I joined
them with left over thread to present these interlocking pieces
in their proper order regardless of the number they wear in an attempt
to confuse and deceive. I offer this humble list for your reading enjoyment
It is an honour to have you visit my page. The pleasure I assure you is all mine
WORDS ON PAPER - THE LIST
I loved you centuries before we were born.
You lived in my dreams before I ever slept.
When others wasted time picking flowers
I waited for when it was time to pick you.
Love calls you in the natural scent of your partner.
You'd feel their touch in the vacuum of outer space.
Your desire for them would melt away the ice age.
I want to find a door in the brightest part of the sky I
could open to erase what was, to shine a light so bright
it, like a book of golden words, would write ideas so vital
as to eradicate even a suggestion of our mournful past.
I want to be that magician who does not bother with
illusion but rather heals wounds and shatters burden.
We were at the fair, joviality in the air.
A memory filed, I was a young child
holding balloons floating round like full moons
in vivid colours bright. Fixed on this joyous sight
I was on Cloud Nine proud these were mine.
If I had not let go of them. If I hadn't watched them
as they flew higher and higher as my heart sunk lower and lower
I might of never learnt what it felt like - hurt.
Hope gloats, hope floats.
either your way or just away.
sometimes the afternoon sun is.....too hot
to walk barefoot........on the concrete path
still even then.......I refuse to wear my hat
I guess I'll never change, I'm just like that.
sometimes when I jump in the lake in late summer...
with all of my clothes on...I do it in the evening......as
I go down...way down to the bottom...there's a gentle
peace overtakes me..I want to stay down like a rock...
revel in the ecstasy...not swim back up..........not ever
ours was a paper mâché love
living in a cut out cardboard home
with a macaroni art painted lawn
and nothing real to call our own
nothing solid that we could hold.
we tried stacking lego bricks
but you have to be able to pop your cheek
to qualify as a kid - to get a license to build.
the castle we assembled didn't pass the test.
so much for fairy tales - hello reality check.
we rolled the dice but our thimble went
straight to jail and our mouse ended up trapped.
can you hear that buzzing the operation failed. where
are you going? your tricycle is still in the shop and I might
as well tell you..............I have no eights................."go fish!"
we fell through
the bunny hole
where i - jack fell ddddownnn
nnnnnnn and broke my crown
and you - jill came tumbling
it is a choreographed ballet our love
legs at the base digging deep
delicate hands branched out
long slim fingers define twigs
the body of our trunk thick
music fills our human needs
wind pixies dance meticulously
sunlight leaks effectively through
lifts carries holds and shapes
it is a choreographed ballet our love
our bodies their senses once immersed in I
I know the last thing I want to feel as I leave this world, it is your lips on
mine. When I take my last breath I want to feel yours with its loving touch.
no matter the roar or intensity of the storm
how severe the attack even out of the norm
i offer my hand with sincerity
aim to deal with it peacefully.
then suddenly it hits
like a swarm of locus.
a deep dark manifestation that greases my mind
my very existence in its unforgiving sense of doom.
every bone stiffens,
when I move, a sound
of dead dried out forest twigs
breaking against the boots of hikers
echoes in the confined space of my skull.
i reach for a pill
slowly it dissolves
under my tongue
my body is soaked in a sweat with its own cold and hot tap.
i assume the position, lying on an unstable floor. the creature
depression is now in full control of my faculties. this too i will survive
...that is what i do...what i do...this is what i do.......somehow i survive.
there is a deafening hush...
silently raging through the core
of my existence...still...I am humbled
by the light and the love I have witnessed
in my brief appearance...........here on Earth
there is a river...that walks at my side...
walks with me........at the same stride...
April 14 2015
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An angel is banished from heaven. Thrown down to Earth, until the angel learns its purpose. Whilst an innocent child is born into a dark and disgusting world of abuse and pain.
A flash of light filled the skies causing confusion for all those who saw,
a small tremor was heard as he fell to earth.
his wings had been cut, blood still pouring from his wounds,
his halo has been smashed, replaced by baldness.
His ocean blue eyes had now turned a dark colour,
and his skin no longer soft or immaculate.
All around him were green fields, for miles and miles,
he stood there naked with the hot sun shining down on him.
In an array of confusement, he wandered and contemplated,
where had he come, what would be his fate as he followed an unwinding path.
The angel was shocked with what was around him,
the world was a place lost in hate, greed, selfishness and hedonistic needs.
Without a place to call home, cold and all alone,
the angel found a dark cave, for now it would be his solace.
Days, months and years passed and he too became like a mortal.
Lost amongst so many lost souls, he too searched his purpose.
In a world full of darkness, deceit and betrayal, he was lost.
Until, he decided to do what angels do best and help people.
(The broken hearted girl)
A beautiful young girl was born to a broken home,
both parents addicts and abusers, her childhood was lost.
Every day was full of pain, a new abuse even more sadistic than yesterday,
mocked by those who didn't understand, every day became harder and harder.
Every night the child prayed to God, to set her free,
to send her an angel who would protect her from the adversity.
But no one came, not even an angel, so she gave up waiting,
with no hope, she lost her faith and accepted her fate.
No one to turn to, no one to help, every night she cried herself to sleep,
her self esteem shattered, every morning was a new nightmare for her.
The trauma of her childhood lived with her forever,
so sensitive, even the smallest of things, would make her world fall apart.
Meanwhile, the angel set out to do his work, in a Godless world,
everyone he met he tried to help, to take away the pain, so they could lean on him..
He became a rock for all, even though many never stayed,
he was happy he had helped them and they had moved on.
But, deep inside, he knew he did not belong and longed to return,
to return to heaven, the place where he belonged, his soul was not from here.
His world had become a lonely place, no one really understood,
but until he found his purpose, he was still being punished.
Then came that fateful day, the little girl (who had grown into an adult),
decided that enough was enough so she decided to run away.
As she saw the door, she freed herself from the chains and ran and ran,
never looked back, not even once, just kept running into the open road.
Darkness fell, the star came out to shine, and the moon was her only guide,
cold, scared and hungry, she walked until she could find a place to rest.
Can you imagine, being in a place alien to you, that you had never seen,
a place with evil lurking around the corner, but something kept her walking.
Whilst out helping a homeless man, the angel heard a voice in his head that whispered:
So, off he walked down the unwinding path towards his cave.
At the same time, the girl, who had blossomed into a beautiful young lady,
caught the eye of a group of men, lost in lust, carnal desire and intoxication.
They grabbed the poor girl and dragged her towards the remote cave.
It began to rain heavily, lightning and thunder struck so powerfully,
that all the animals ran and hid. All doors locked, just darkness.
the girl screamed, but no one heard her cries as she was dragged,
the angel getting wet, began to run, to get home quicker and answer the call of the voice
As he got closer he heard the cries of the girl,
the men were dragging her towards his cave, for an awful fate.
The angel, ran towards the men and asked them to let her be,
they laughed and mocked him and ignored his plea.
Suddenly the thunder became stronger and the lightning frequent,
the angel let out a violent scream which blew away the group of men.
As they ran away into the dark, the angel picked up the girl,
as he held her in his arms, a beautiful peace over came them.
Who was this man who had saved her, no one had ever shown her such love,
as tears rolled down her eyes, they fell onto the angel.
Behold, a magical transformation began right before her,
a rainbow of colours exploded into the night sky, almost blinding her.
Then she saw the most angelic sight known to humankind,
the angel stood right before her, his halo shining bright glowing like gold,
his magnificent white pearl wings stretched around her.
Finally, the angel discovered his purpose, he wrapped his wings around her,
held her in his arms and spread his wings and ascended up onto the heavens.
There are angels who walk amongst us, if you find one, never let him/her go..
Created for SKATs Epic contest. 28 July 2015
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A perfumed breeze with summer lavender
Shapeless smoked clouds had come and gone
Through verdant valleys I strolled along
Honeycombed hues warmed the new dawn
A golden butterfly glided in the distance
I just stood still and watched his flight
From one flower to another
His flapped wings fluttered
I could not let him out of my sight
I wondered 'bout this blissful beauty.
Towards the riverbank
I watched him roam
If I could only fly away with him
to destinations always unknown
Imagine what places he has been
what many glories he has seen
A perfect waterfall tumbling
into a clear blue pond
Wet dewdrops glimmering 'pon the grass
as the sleepy sun starts to rise
A doe with her fawn
taking those fragile first steps
bees buzzing by
swarming back to their hive
I watched in amazement
in awe of his grace
I floated along
as he flittered away
We hovered together through
a path between twin lakes
then and there I kissed him
before he silently slipped away
That's the last time I saw him
cuz now stone towers have been built
Nature's been destroyed and
the butterflies have been laid to rest
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After watching the refugee crisis and the outbreak of war in her country, Mathias joins a charity organisation and joins a convey of ambulances delivering aid to camps. Camp after camp he searches for his beloved,
“Oh beloved, the one who holds my heart,
I have travelled the world seeking you.
Through stormy seas, across death ridden deserts,
climbed the highest mountain and walked though troubled jungles.
Yet, still I struggle to find you, some say I've gone mad,
but I know you exist as I can feel you through my pulsating heart.
The chapters of my love story have not yet began,
but I know this is more than a Romeo and Juliet affair.
This is not about a boy and a girl, falling in love forever,
this is about a mere mortal connecting with a Goddess like Venus.
Two hearts connected through a spiritual existence,
awaiting the fate of the magical union of touch.
My passion is like that of a magnificent waterfall,
only you can extinguish this endless flame of carnal desire.
Come, let me adore you, I am a devotee to your love,
come, let me burn inside you, I am the curator of your flower garden.
I yearn for you, like a sinner begs for forgiveness,
I want to cherish you, to die inside you.
Don't deny it, this is fate, I live for you and you for me,
honour me with your presence and feel my love.”
Imaani waits patiently for her beloved, to be connected, but with no internet or phone, she feels all is lost,
'oh beloved, where have you gone?
The echoes of your voice still haunt my mind.
I'm calling your name, but you don't hear me,
my tongue never tires from it.
But, my soul feels restless,
it dances alone in the pale moonlight.
My eyes turn to you,
they need guidance, but are blinded by your disappearance.
My heart falls upon deafness of the ears,
Which tire from its cries.
It's beating, but only to call your name..
The blood may rush around, but nothing excites the mind....
Until you reappear...'
Mathias starts to become frustrated, thinking Imaani may have died, yet still holds a little hope in his heart,
the one that resides within my heart...
I've never met you,
yet I still miss you...
The world longs for things,
which have become immune to me
I only long,
for the reunion with my beloved...
I've become silent,
For i know they don't understand
I have loved you,
before the beginning of time..
Before, this world,
We floated amongst the stars...
to be intoxicated by your aroma...
Where ever I go,
It seems the path will lead me to you....
Even though you are so far,
you have my heart in the palms of your hands...
My loyalty is with you,
as you hold the key to the doorway
I know within my heart,
This life can’t keep us apart..”
Then as fate and destiny have a funny way of turning out, Imaani catches a glimpse of what could be her beloved. She rubs her eyes and walks towards him and calls his name,
My beloved has come,
has left me breathless,
left me speechless...
My body is full of passion,
for the reunion...
for, my beloved is here,
nothing else matters,
nothing else exists...
Now, my soul is at peace,
now I am home...
Tears roll down both of their eyes as they embrace. Mathias holds his weak beloved in his arms, promising never to let go. They hold each other for what seems like eternity. Share many stories and after a long time both of them smile,
I heard your call..
Some say I am bad, whilst some say I am good
But, I know you will keep my honour,
after all, I am only yours..
the world has never known a love like ours..
The world only knows my name, as I seek you..
Nobody knew me, before the sorrow of love
But, your memory has written our love story...
I do not fear the world will change
My life is with you, please don't change..
So, here I am once again
So, hear my lovers call
My sorrowful story, my pains from society...
For this world will remember me, because of your love
For, ever since, I have become yours,
Life now has a new meaning...
Today, I finally achieved my dream,
and tomorrow, there will a brand new love story.”
Part four: Time for goodbye
Sadly, Mathias has to leave as he needs to return home. He promises to take her with him when he returns, but must return to complete all the correct documentation.
Imaani begins to seek his return everyday to save her from what has become her deadly fate,
Come back to me...
For, it is just you I seek..
You arrived, in my hour of need..
When, I was so lost...
Come, come, come set me free,
From the chains of your everlasting love..
Since you went away...
You took with you my heart...
Oh beloved, if you don't want to stay before my eyes..
Then, return to me my withering heart..
Why present me with such riches...
Only to take them away.”
“I long for the day, when all we feel is love,
no more hatred, no more pain, just happiness.
I long for the day, there is no more war,
to pick up a newspaper and see only peace.
I long for the day, where there is no hunger,
an end to poverty, drought and famine.
I long for the day, children can live without fear,
no oppression, no abuse, no manipulation, no hurt.
I long for the day, when we can all live as one,
no sectarianism, no warfare, no killing of innocents.
I long for the day, where anyone can love,
regardless of colour, culture, faith and sexuality.
I long for the day, where there is a cure,
for every illness, so no child dies in childhood.
I long for that day, when I can live and not fear,
because of a premature death, signalling my end.”
To be continued
The Silent One. 20 August 2015
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On false pretences they flock to seek pastures new
Oblivious to the misery and nightmares that lie ahead
The path they travel upon, leads them to a life of perdition
Some walk for months with torn shoes and blistered feet
Some pay fortunes to illegal traffickers to escort them
Families are left behind to avoid the hardship of migration
Others who have seen their families die, travel alone
Once they reach the dreaded jungle, reality sets in
Welcome to the jungle, the camp of broken dreams
Say goodbye to your life, here there is not hope
Forget about those you left behind, you won't see them again
A diversity of cultures, faiths and nations live as one
All have one goal, to find a place to call home
Application after application is refused as they lose hope
Migrant, refugee or asylum seeker, it really doesn't matter
They are all viewed as rats, regardless of their past lives
Odours of rancid air plagues the atmosphere,
but nothing sickens them more than the reminder of broken dreams
The Silent One
27 September 2015
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I sit here alone...wondering...how much longer this...and in hearing
the question a silent icy fear blankets my body...the answer would
come wearing both masks...tragedy...comedy...this is my life. with
freedom comes death...it hangs over me like a Mexican piñata filled
with chocolate covered blades...so each day firmly slipped into
neutral I exist...barely a choice to live...so I ask myself...how
did I get here...the answer comes thundering from up above...
a dead poet speaks...son that is the path you chose at your fork
in the road... you don't argue the truth...you just throw cold water on
your face...no...you step into a frigid shower...cleanse your thoughts
...stand in defeat happy to feel something even if it is just the pain of
your nerve endings screaming...soaking wet and naked is the only life
you presently afford yourself...there is no one to hear your tears...
what little sound they make rolling down your cheeks...they are not
self pitying but rather wanting...of a loss so deep...what in your own
self appreciation defined you...you want back your art...it...that so
often led you back to the promised land...still you are not that hot
headed fool you once were...you will not stand on the mountain only
to shatter the tablets with their ten commandments...a cooler head
prevails...so you think...like a soap opera...these are the days of my
life...I am strong and vibrant...yes I am and I will walk as slowly as I
must towards my light and yes I will come out the other side a better
man for this.
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I see God in nature, surrounded in the beauty of our earth.
As God may speak with his spark of life dwelling in me,
Expressed though HIS thoughts in my poetic word’s birth.
“Now all of my children born and reborn in this world,
I will be your parent, grand teacher, and protector.
Know you are part of me as your earthly body is unfurled.
Fragrant flowers should be known as your sister and brother.
Breathe in deeply of the varied glorious tree’s blessed breath;
A gift from me, your omnipotent father and mother.
Each season praises that divine dominion of poetry.
With each season new life emerges with the beginning of spring
Into the warmth of summer across verdant fields and forestry.
Do not fear as I cause autumn season’s winds to blow
In seeming wrath, set upon colorful trees, leaves are freed
To invite winter and the blessings of new fallen snow.
Receive my blessing of light that opens a direct path to me.
Let it shine bright in your life, in all that you say and do.
Share your delight of this blessing through inspired poetry.
Be aware of your words for they embrace the real you.
Others may be hurt by careless words spoken.
Remember, words mean as much as your actions do.
Any kindness you display by reaching out to those in need
Is always a welcome gift and returned to you in kind,
Only in much more abundance to help YOU succeed.
As you question the heavenly stars in their distant galaxies
The answers lie within yourself, if you will be still and meditate.
You may seek the truth in your own mind for life’s realities.
I am near you always, within and without, have no doubt.
I only wish you love and happiness, even though I know
You must experience difficult times to learn what life’s about.
For you are my child and I rejoice in lessons you’ve learned of.
Teach your children to revere and love me, not fear me,
I’m here to guide and protect them, for you see, I am LOVE!”
Please put your trust in me both below and above
For my divine power and glory is centered in love.
© Connie Marcum Wong
For Brian Johnston’s contest: “God’s Kind of Poetry”
Connie Marcum Wong
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A gypsy dance enthralls the stars
into a twirl of rustling hems
as women tap bare feet, guitars
lift twiddling notes of lore’s anthems
along a woodland’s lively fest,
where beaded hair glides in thrilled zest
to charm night’s hours...to romp away
till wagon drifts when morning strays.
My destiny number is 7, though I chose
my path number 8--- jan 8
rispetto form in 8 lines
Andrea Dietrich's Tell Me Your Number Contest
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(A Paul Callus co-write)
The tempest came from nowhere; it took me by surprise
The wind and drawling thunder tried hard to quell my cries.
The darkness felt so heavy, my heart dejected, blue
Then light, all of a sudden, changed that when I met you.
I thought I would be able to get out of the groove
To reach my aspirations and match your every move
By taking a step forward, put wretched past behind
Rely on understanding that comes with strength of mind.
You proved to be a lifeline; I clung with all my might
There was determination to make my future bright.
I truly knew my feelings, I watched you day and night,
A path to venture unto, and clung to fancy’s flight.
As I removed the anvil regrets faded away
In awe I left you breathless, provoking sunlit rays,
In search of every movement; my heart intrigued by you
The missing piece suppressing; it felt like a night flu.
A tempest you sought of me while falling to your knees
My charms became your weakness; a new loving disease.
Nothing to fear when falling; the apple of your eye
As fast as the night changes; I took you by surprise.
~ ~ A Poet Destroyer Collaboration ~ ~
Contest: Collaboration Celebration
Sponsor: Poet Destroyer A
Chosen POTD ~ 7th August, 2015
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Last night I lay in the darkness of my room
like i always do
Me, a dim lamplight and thoughts of you
my only companions
Everything was still
Till I could listen to first pit pattering of raindrops
Upon my. Windowsill
Falling, falling gently
down my amber rose leaves garden.
Falling gently ,wildly, gushing , drumming,
Like your heart beat on those scented nights
in the hallway by the fireplace, face to face
I wondered if water shadows were there too
In a distant land, in another path and in a different time
I wondered if you think of me too,over a cup of tea
whilst reading your newspaper,
or just sitting in your porch..I wondered..
Last night I sat, staring off into space.
My newspaper not opened.
My lemon tea gone cold.
Everything so still,
until the rain started to fall,
dripping slowly, rhythmically, then faster, faster,
harder, harder, quicker, quicker
splattering onto the broken concrete sidewalk
pounding like the beat of my heart
when we cuddled under the moonlit sky.
I wondered do you ever think of me
does the moon bring back memories
do you lie awake at night in your room
dreaming of me....I wondered..
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Lost in a world where confusion reigns supreme
Where life has become a legacy of too many a broken dream
You have become seduced by materialistic desires
Indulged yourself in egotistical passions and now burn in it's fires
Look deep inside the evolving realities of your mind,
all the answers to your questions you will find
Take the path to a higher consciousness and set yourself free
That rage inside you will be like the breeze of a calm sea
In silence you will find a cure to all your doubts and pain
Peace can be achieved in many places even in thundering rain
Find your secret sacred place that will help you become enlightened
Life will make much more sense, so no longer the need to pretend...
24 August 2015