we’re here and all else is out there
as long as ego’s manifest
but in staid silence when thoughts rest
of our true Self we’re then aware
to hold our awareness as such
enraptured by love’s bliss beat chime
oblivious to flow of time
is the path where we learn by touch
unreal is all that we see
and so in truth we don’t exist
save as consciousness a bliss mist
which as we become we so be
with no desires left on our shelf
nonchalant to thought forms that stream
viewing earth life as but a dream
we dwell always in light of Self
Bountiful starlight reverbs with echoes
that fade but hold a bit of that drumfire.
Raising that whimsical smile even higher,
electric shadows cast a glow on your toes.
A sound you can’t place in the real world,
music that was bestowed from the Fey.
You wake and long to be whisked away
on a comet’s tail both pearled and curled.
High dollar melody delicately bouncing
like a wrist wrapped in celestial jewelry.
With a gaze at the sky’s rippling gallery,
three coin tossed wishes and counting.
Diamonds are on a roll hard as a rock,
playing your high hopes with sure strokes.
As if you really need any kind of a coax,
forever a girl in love with sidewalk chalk.
This paralyzing Dream inebriates me,
intoxicated by Death’s perfume,
I don’t believe I’m here to battle my
Demons, I’m here to keep them
safe and sacred, reach them
toward’s Heaven’s skies, raise and
teach them about Heaven’s signs
Is it sacrilegious and blasphemous
or the way God would treat his
Creation?
Valerie prayed I rose from a lala,
prayed I grant her wishes and
replace her father, prayed on
my soul like Kikyo, prayed I
upgrade her to a Mercedes;
she’s tired of her Impala. I
preyed on her conflict, preyed
on her lack of confidence, preyed
on her weakness, then created
Wonders
I warmed her silver
winter tundra in golden
orbs, spun slender
springs and softer
summers, now her
guard’s falling with
her brazier, is there
a posture in her
posture, can I trust
the feelings that she
Fosters?
Peace of mind is the unique quality
of any individual person
depending only on own emotion
identifying personality.
Life is a struggle, life is a challenge.
Path of life is not smooth, but uneven.
On you, vast field of action is given.
You think on peace of mind, how to manage !
One may not go for conflict to carry.
Peace of mind is being’s priority.
Other confronts on own ability,
leaving peace of mind as secondary.
Dynamic activity at random
can never get along with peace of mind.
Turbulence and irritations entwined.
Peace may leave, while working in broad spectrum.
Enthusiastic aggressive being
hardly bothers about peaceful environ.
‘Righteousness’ is only criterion.
‘Work for each other’ : Song of life to sing.
In life peace of mind is not the target
Be compassionate and stand for justice
Be ruthless truthful to destroy malice.
Act always right, even peace to forget.
countless dreams of you
when i open my eyes i start to feel blue
memories we shared
music we blared
I just never thought we’d be through
driving thru my city thinking bout you…
steering as the.. soft familiar harmonies sound thru
my stereo
our hearts were stuck together just like glue
the sacral zone
conjoined with the all
conjures a bliss squall
no node is alone
in this play of delight
as pulsations rise
each touch a surprise
renewing day and night
There are Times When
There are times when you find yourself feeling so lost
There are times when you wish for change at any cost
There are times when you feel so tired and defeated
There are times when simple tasks are not completed
There are times when you feel that events keep going awry
There are times when it seems that your efforts don’t comply
There are times when it seems that just one stumble multiplies
There are times when you feel this stress may be your demise
There are times when you feel that everything is going your way
There are times when you see things falling into place everyday
There are times when you feel such gratitude and endless joy
There are times when everyone you meet, you simply enjoy
There are times when a song triggers such heartfelt feeling
There are times when you forgive your past, start the healing
There are times when losing precious moments are such crimes
There are times when you will reminisce when there were times
Selfish aims in kindness-guise… I dare to confront
As my soul welcomes challenges with hope
Triumphantly while thankful spirit does cope
Surmounting trials of grievous affront.
Targets midst secret deals… I strive to check
As my heart submits to divine truth’s worth
Exposing transgressions against fake mirth
Repenting for pardon that conquers wreck.
Carnal goals with their deceit… I ought to face
As my mind is illumined by God’s light
With assured vision for heavenly flight
Toward courage to walk tall, blest with grace.
Motives reflecting shame… I need to see
As my faith learns to perceive genuine glow
Against hypocrisy, pride of false show
Living in wondrous love with freedom glee.
Intents lurking as ghosts… I must not fear
As my Lord assures His presence of peace*
Governed by great wisdom that cannot cease
Securing me while others gladly cheer.
*Philippians 4:7 - And the peace of God, which passeth all understanding, shall keep your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus.
July 8, 2025
Honorable Mention, "1404" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 8/20/2025
Skinkle, skinkle who is there?
Under the Moon you gleam like gem
Above the tree you dream, not hem
Strinkle, strinkle birds in pair!
Theatre
Something happens I can't explain
It feels enclosed quite like a train
Within its wall you are truly set free
To be yourself or who you want to be It's like, let's pretend, or dressing up
Childlike feelings, they fill your cup
Escaping, distracting the daily grind
You can leave your worries all behind
Rehearsing, sets and stage lights
The anticipation of opening nights
A team feeling for those not so sporty
Rare chance for adults to act naughty
A sense of purpose shared with all
Commitment, a time to stand up tall
Drama, thriller, it is always a farce
Mischief and tears, acting an ****
If you act with respect to all around
A home from home is easily found
In our theatres, dreams come true
This beautiful place is open to you.
Bursting, breaking free from egg shells with glee
Baby chicks welcome their blest endowed worth
Amidst mother Earth’s radiating mirth
Ready to frolic in the pond --- there they flee.
Cheerful in their sunny color delight
Ducklings quack, inviting attention gain
While they wobble gladly, devoid of strain
Traversing terrain midst their dancing flight.
As water fowls of playful swimming zest
Ducks and chicks showcase aquatic tactic
Boasting splash-technique, indeed fantastic
Designed by God* with His creative best.
*Genesis 1:20 And God said, Let the waters bring forth abundantly the moving creature that hath life, and fowl that may fly above the earth in the open firmament of heaven.
May 31, 2025
7th place, "Let's Do The Chicken Splash" Poetry Writing Premiere Contest Sponsored by Mystic Rose Rose; judged on 6/11/2025
do I offend you with my truth
sorry no apologies will be giving
this is my truth that I'm living
spoken this way since my youth
the cork was slightly wedged
speaking with my proud voice
selective words of my choice
no circle have I ever pledged
they say wine needs to age
my truth have a bitter taste
reformulated without haste
process caused a bit of rage
trial and error with a sweet spin
put in hard work on my own
action exposed; covers blown
taste test went very well again
product of truth; no label needed
ingredients pure and preserved
selling out; long list reserved
reviews hot, product star rated
The shelter life is what you make it like everything..not a virgin to the struggle so I can make it through anything. Headed straight for the top one-way trip no stops got to get it by any means necessary most of the people I thought were in my corner turned out to be my adversaries.
I'd be a fool to waste the gift that God gave me bullting the rest of my life until I'm R.I.P.... gravestone reads a hard head makes a soft behind, what kind of legacy is that for me to leave Behind?..Riddle me this ,riddle me that, where do you see yourself in 10 years? Now how do you plan to get that? Being stagnant can't have that see.. I want more out of life You know the van the house the kids being a wife don't get me wrong I'm sincerely grateful for the place that I'm at.. just can't envision myself in 10 years only being grateful for that. Too be honest I don't regret any of my stupid mistakes because every trial and error, left me with wisdom and strengths... see a full bump his head explains the scars on my face for every action there's a consequence for every up there's a down I tend to struggle with this part I'll let you know when I get it down.
Focusing on my self; no other
filtered out all negative feelings
cut ties with deceptive dealings
home is calling so don't bother
Feeling things that make no sense
a little of revenge, guilt, anger, fuss
a lot of love, faith, truth, and trust
Thinking of things conjuring defense
Eliminate thoughts of all others
took for granted with misjudgment
challenging my truth with argument
now stuck in shame that smothers
No allies in this deceptive outer world
most live for bribes lies no alibis
all I truly hear is loud curdling cries
devastated by the truth, only can hurl
Let this be a lesson to trust only self
trust your own feeling and knowing
forgiveness and healing for growing
always room to help improve oneself
Not understanding my role in your life
no longer needed spoken or explained
hate jealousy greed no longer retained
dismantling what The Divine calls strife
Completes my assignments with grace
highs lows many death and rebirth
bring back LOVE to beautiful Earth
LOVE is home there's no other place
Ray your voice like the morning sun,
Breaking silence one golden run.
Let your truth rise in hues so wide,
No storm can dim what you confide.
Speak not in echoes of borrowed grace,
But in the rhythm your soul can trace.
Each word a spark, each thought a flame,
Set fire to fear, shed every shame.
Ray your voice — let it dance, let it scream,
Let it heal wounds, let it dream.
In whispers soft or thunder loud,
Make it real, make it proud.
For every silence held too long,
Breeds the death of a needed song.
So ray your voice, don’t hold it in —
The world begins where you begin.
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