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The storm of the night was windy
Loud refrains of thunder with lightening
Willow shook with fright hair fell flimsy
Forsaken somehow by electrical power's might
So writing by faint oil lamp light
Thinking of the great who of yore
Read_wrote_under adversity
Strong people our ancestors who our genes bore
Touched in many ways by the storms presence
Oh! The coolness of the air's sweetness
Heavy overcast shading of sun's ray
Great start to delightful day
All plants refreshed ready
Their flowers a host to feed
Casting forth flower and pollen
For the bees, hummers to spread their seed
Listen—?before the world wakes up loud,?before doubt creeps in through the cracks of morning,?I need you to hear this clearly.
I got you.
Not the kind of “I got you”?people say casually,?like a promise scribbled in pencil?ready to be erased by hard days.
No—?
I got you like roots got the earth.?Like gravity got the moon.?Like the ocean got every river?that ever lost its way.
I got you.
When life forgets how to be gentle with you.?When the mirror tries to convince you?that you are less than the miracle I see.?When your shoulders carry storms?you were never meant to carry alone.
Give me half the thunder.
Let me hold the lightning?until your hands remember?what peace feels like again.
Because loving you—?loving you is not a hobby of my heart.?It is its full-time occupation.
I study the language of your silences.?I memorize the geography of your scars.?I learn the rhythm of your breathing?like a song I refuse to forget.
turn around.
You will see me?standing there like a lighthouse?refusing to let your ship disappear into darkness.
I got you?on the days you feel powerful,?and on the nights you feel small.
I got you
in the middle of chaos,
in the middle of healing,
Because loving you?is not about perfection.
It’s about presence.
It’s about choosing you?again?and again?and again
So when life asks you?who stands beside you?when the ground starts shaking—
tell it this:
There is a man?who loves me loud,?who loves me steady,?who loves me like forever is a decision?he already made.
And when the world asks why you’re not afraid—
just smile.
Because you know?what I’ve known all along.
I got you.
Every day in every country,
Our language is distorted, mutated on planet Earth.
Good words like “drolic” die,
Whilst “wanna ‘ave a go” is given a birth.
In Australia it’s clearly a Mad World with
Slang words destroying our grammar.
“Yeah naah, naah yeah”
Smash literature, smash it with a hammer.
We always modify and contort our words,
“Too right, this arvo, I’m rooted, go crack a fat”.
Aussies go getting’ it written in permanent,
“Good onya” a fair dinkum tat.
When u were left alone, alone to fight,
Fight for survival, u gave it a crack.
But the society of dictionaries, they stood,
Stood up straight, and then they turned their back.
So, traditional writing is dying,
Stuttering, falling, the writing’s on the wall.
See ya later elocution,
Ya didn’t shorten, that’s been ya downfall.
But alas, don’t freak, ur family name is safe,
Since some old words evolve and new are created.
Shakespeare invented and killed off heaps himself,
Arch villain, rant, drugged and assassinated.
Lyric: Mad world
Cliche: The writing on the wall
Image: Crowd of people turn their backs on a fight
Entered into "Lyrics cliché image" contest 5/14/2016, ranked First place
There was a certain time
we couldn't be a minute apart,
our happy hearts knew no hurt;
we lived in a real Paradise!
Today, we stare into each other eyes
and see what the harm has done to us;
joy is not pain but conviction remains:
we owned everything and worried less!
What matters now is that we go on as many others,
but looking back can make us aware of our silliness;
we should have thought about the hard times,
yesterday we owned everything and worried less!
Laughter and smiles were loved by us:
why do they turn memories into regrets?
We hummed beautiful songs and sang out of tune,
owls watched us writing our names on a big stone!
Wasn't it amazing when we owned everything
and worried less? Nothing can match that feeling,
nothing can make us dream anymore; daytime is cold,
not even a warm sunray makes grey clouds turn gold!
Waking-up with bird chirps and meow of my pet
Midst-summer heat I found the green carpet grass wet
Diamond dust dew drops were seen so serenely set
Gleaming! Glistening! Could these frail ones live long, yet?
Isn't their very birth for them, here on earth, a threat?
The morning sun wiped them clean as though drops of sweat
The rose, waving in the gentle breeze, seems to bet
A contest, with a plume looking like an aigrette,
The little spider entwining these with his net
Was pecked by a multi-colored hungry barbet
Was the huge vulture that caught the little kinglet
Ever feeling, for his rudeness, any regret...?
Parrots and love birds in cages with no outlet
Schools of fish in ponds and lakes caught in the dragnet
Crabs and snails escaping the back-flowing wavelet
Human beings roaming with the murder mindset
No animal or bird I could see free of fret
Each being seemed to enjoy the existence, yet...!
06 May 2023
Writing Challenge - 'Y 'Words - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Rhymes Checked At: Rhyme Zone
Syllables Checked At: How Many Syllables
Faithfully exuding reflected light
Firmament gem displays celestial might
Along functional role midst lovely sight
Crystal obscured by cloud–yet never shouts out loud
To show glow sun endowed–exposed against fog’s shroud.
Here am I enthralled by your charming ray
Grateful to the Creator’s wondrous way
Of presenting your marvels day by day
Now then with cheerful heart–I’ll sing praise for fresh start
Like hymn, “How great Thou art”–as my worshipful part.
While I behold your luminescence plight
My soul exalts Master Artist sans crowd
Blest with quietude that invites to pray
Expecting gleam tonight against doubt’s dart.
*Genesis 1:16 And God made two great lights; the greater light to rule the day, and the lesser light to rule the night...
June 30, 2023
4th place, "THE MOON BY DAY - Suzette sonnet" Poetry Writing Premiere Contest; sponsored by Suzette Richards; judged on 7/6/2023.
Observing from afar,
Experiencing who You are,
A star in the universe,
Writing your own verse,
In a story you rehearse,
Reversing the roles,
Filling in all the holes,
As the chapter unfolds,
You know what it holds,
You're the creator of the mold,
It's doing just as its told,
As you unload emotions,
Airwaves are full of commotion,
Sending Adams in motion,
Their devotion to you,
Is creating The view,
You're telling them what to do,
While you're vibrating through,
A stew of energy,
Building an entity to feel this reality,
So you can step back and see,
You are a gift to The Galaxy.
Champion of floral garden exhibit
Mrs. Rose Meadow
with daughters
Rosal and Rosebelle
charmed viewers
along their rose terraces
exclaiming, “We praise God
the Rose of Sharon*.”
*Song of Solomon 2:1 I am the rose of Sharon, and the lily of the valleys.
May 10, 2023
1st place, "Rose Meadow" Free Verse Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Julia Ward; judged on 5/18/2023.*
*Date: 5/18/2023 5:55:00 AM
VERY good. You have the top glory prize for such memorable work! Thanks for your entry into my contest. Congratulations! Julia Ward*
A hand that writes at night and eyes staring into shadowed lanes
Spewing words out like water but drying before the ripened grain
Gone like dying winds fade into a summer breeze
Cunning thoughts blow away, reminiscent of autumn leaves
How I hate the fleeing words that vanishes before the first line
So hard to awaken the lost thoughts, they were so clear at the time
Now, they’re gone before the brain can think and take an alluring grip
vanishing into the flyway of words, in search of speaking lips
I’d like to give honor to others who avoids the robbery of the thief
Defeating the snares of losing words and welcome the dreams of sleep
Writing pretty words upon the tablet when thoughts and rhyme appear
You can wink and laugh at the word thief, he has no mischief here
racism's
fraternal twin
rose to
his fever pitch
when the pandemic
hit; reached his
climax.
"Asian hate,"
violence,
commonplace.
victims told...
"go back to China!"
pathetic example
of...
x e n o p h o b i a
(yalto)
"Yalto" is a form invented by yours truly
Lines 1-15: 3,4,2,4,5,3,2,3,2,3,3,5,6,1,5 syllables
Writing Challenge - X words - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France
Theme of choice: Xenophobia
Date written: 04/28/2023