it's then
telling smoke
make it heal or flame
her body
unjoined by curtains,
window smokescreen block,
red stop —
she's choking
burnt out, off
of her unmoved furniture making love you
— smoke telling after the fire
Donkey.
Elephant.
Right, left, or center.
We The People are the core
Of our nation’s soul and we must defend her.
Radical agendas, violence and hate won’t do
We all must come together, black, white, red, blue; there’s so much more to do.
Solidarity and prosperity lifting all boats on its tide.
Put aside differences and focus on our goal.
We are the people, together we should stand
In the land of liberty
Of, and by, and for
The People
Just WE.
the colour of the money stained my fingers
they’re no mere vignettes
but rather a cryptic cipher on a worn codex
the coin of acceptance amongst gilded sybarites
as the shades of the tenor of royalty beguile
then fade on labour-worn backs
preordained moves by shadow hands upon a chessboard
the influential players pandering to my wishful delusions
in ever incongruous shades of deceit
purple haze all in my brain*
while I try to kiss the sky
the reality flickers
ephemeral like the tint of reels of film
romantic views of life bathed in purple hues
anecdotes
clutched like a life raft
however, their veracity wasn’t challenged
but nevertheless
still a hypnopompic dream
‘When you are not fed love on a silver spoon, you learn to lick it off knives.’ - Lauren Eden
lilies and ravens
dance together making mud puddles
thick as salve caked on deep wounds
stemming not the ooze
tinctures from droppers
bitter herbs labeled for survival
use only as directed
replenish nothing
rancid birthday cakes
gleeful candles form dancing shadows
glassy story-telling eyes
yearn desperately
gleaming steel knives slice
neat little rows across the table
the sacrificial altar
where naked I lay
ignorant children
don't see the bullies in their own homes
doling birthrights like feed for
ravens and lilies
Written 8 April 2025
For the contest Light or Shadows hosted by Suzette Richards
I was born with the meaning of home
running through my veins,
like sunlight weaving
through branches,
casting warmth on cold earth.
In shadows, I gathered light,
each ray a promise,
each beam a whisper
filling spaces of despair.
With hands outstretched,
I became a gardener,
planting seeds of love
in the soil of his heart,
tending to wounds like petals.
The forest listened,
its soft sighs a chorus,
as I sought the truth
beneath layers of leaves,
light revealing paths to safety.
In the courtroom’s embrace,
I stood tall, a lighthouse,
shining bright for him,
a beacon guiding him home,
where love flows like a river.
was born with the meaning of home running through my veins.-
Lauren Eden
Topic: Light
Suzette Prime: BORN WITH HOME’S LIGHT
A primal spark, a nascent gleam,
"Home" in the blood, a flowing
stream.
From that deep well, a radiance
springs,
A light that knowing instinct brings.
Each tendril born, a sunlit thread,
Where hearth and haven softly
spread.
No searching gaze, no fumbling quest,
This inner dawn, supremely
blessed.
It paints the world in hues so clear,
Dispelling doubt, erasing fear.
Suzette Prime, where light takes
hold,
A story in the veins unfolds.
2. "When you are not fed love on a silver spoon, you learn to lick it off knives."
Lauren Eden
shadows lurk from the painful past tempting to look back
there were struggles which only made stronger and stronger
no sustenance on silver platter to relish from
lacked shiny lustre on day-to-day wearables
but mysteriously the lacking added strength to
feelings of warrior no defeat without striving
for the top no giving up without achieving goal
shadows reminded adversaries lost in battle
no regret for a journey with ups and downs
ultimate win wiped out tumultuous odyssey
"I was born with the meaning of home running through my veins."
— Lauren Eden, The Lioness Awakens, Poems
Golden flicker
Through window cracks
Morning tiptoes across floorboards
Warm like whispers of a mother’s hug
It settles deep in my soul
Lighting lost hopes
Home glows
the blood runs thin yet saturated with ideas
foreign and forgotten of home's idyllic nature
day's twinkle welcomed the white svelte blankets as
golden needles pierced deep through the fabric of her sky
the world's warm embrace held where happiness ebbed away
dragging and plodding until there was nothing left but
the last rain's cleansing nature
the world around was reborn
the rain washed my skin and soul
the blood that once ran iced thawed
the chambers broke free from rust
forever stained and broken
yet renewed and young
intersperse were the rays of gold beyond the
fields of fruition and hope
returning inside, dripping
i embrace absurdity
that was once my prison as
the once maddening stenches
run clean
I was born with the meaning of home running through my veins. ~ Lauren Eden
laughing, songs of surreal longings stirring
wide-eyed epiphanies glow
in silence, free like make believe, pretending
while sorrows meld with light’s spiritual leaves
knowing God’s love meant
goosebumps on naked moments
pouring out serenity into lives who believe
where colors of faith
meet amazing in His grace
and the stories reveal what lives beneath the stillness
eyes in quiet blue, misty with a feeling
between me and you
I know a sincere love that will always rise
just beyond indigo skies
He lives, in heaven’s glory
revealing the truth
in that old story
my blood pours out a music
inside I know heartfelt joy
binding my wounds with the most beautiful news
‘I was born with the meaning of home running through my veins.’ - Lauren Eden
light of love
prevails in our home
radiating kindness glow
triumphantly warming hearts
despite gloom-caused hurts
revealing concern and care
as empathy reigns
until now
gripping our children
and now lingering
brightening family’s legacy with gratitude
to God* Who is the Builder of love-lit homes
*Psalm 127:1 Except the Lord build the house, they labour in vain that build it: except the Lord keep the city, the watchman waketh but in vain.
April 1, 2025
7th place, "Light or Shadows" Suzette Prime Poetry Writing Premiere Contest
Sponsored by Suzette Richards; judged on 4/9/2025
A silver spoon or a knife
They are both made out of metal
One showed strife
The other one disguise as a skettle
The edges are sharp, the wounds are real
But they don’t hurt as much as feeling unlovable
“I’ll do anything for you “ is all i want to hear
It got me doing the unthinkable
I would rather feel delusional
Appreciating cracked moments
Than turning Emotional
Waiting for love from the ones that see it optional
Maybe the touch of knifes make me sore
But deep inside, we're wanting more
A touch, a word, a glimpse of grace
A fleeting moment, a soft embrace.
‘When you are not fed love on a silver spoon, you learn to lick it off knives.’ - Lauren Eden
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Ed had all his father's traits
blue-green soft eyes, reed physique
reckless, tempestuous streak
rich baritone, proud
untaught to love and be loved
After 12 Christmas dinners
whole dining table went cold
alone, he had to go rogue
young, kinless, awkward
learnt to hate and be hated
‘I was born with the meaning of home running through my veins.’ - Lauren Eden
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Light
with home rule in my veins
paternal care not vain words
motherly hug a retreat
sisterly smiles like rays of sunshine
the mind free to wander like the breeze
early to rise a routine
offering devotions a sheer joy
the glow of inner light
now illumines my journey of life
goads me to the rightful path
ever keeps me company
as a benign guardian
as I steadily trail my footsteps
during the midday sunshine
in the solemn silence of sunset
alongside solitary moonlit footpaths
and in the darkness of night
when I retreat home
to lay my head back on my pillow
For Suzette’s: Light or Shadow contest
“when you are not fed love on a silver spoon, you learn to lick it off knives”
Lauren Eden – The Lioness Awakens
Shadows
the bear chases you around the pomegranate tree
your fear reaching extreme heights
you seize the suitable moment to escape
a fleeting flash of relief
only for the bear to corner you once more
the odour of its pelage hits your nostrils
its paws are ferociously slashing at your body
you are pinned helplessly waiting for the mortal blow
somehow, screams distract the bear
as if satisfied, it walks away, for now
you are scarred for life
you go about your life looking over your shoulder
each shadow is now a bear
each minute noise transmits fear
nobody can protect you from this nightmare
you terribly crave love and search for it everywhere
locking yourself away is simply futile
you must venture out
you owe it to yourself to take risks in life
or in love
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