No deity on heaven and earth gave repose,
When each rose petal fell heavy like monsoon rain,
The day he abandoned his sweet fragrant Rose
Buried on unhallowed ground, on wanton rows,
With her unborn fatherless child, she was lain,
No deity on heaven and earth gave repose
Ardent promises made beneath smiling crows,
Like bright coloured rose petals drowned by dark grain,
The day he abandoned his sweet fragrant Rose
Below hanging baskets of Babylon, two hearts chose,
Their Garden of Eden where her true heart was slain,
No deity on heaven and earth gave repose
O' How he prayed, guilt stricken for the divine and his Rose,
Giving out absolutions, his spiritual domain,
The day he abandoned his sweet fragrant Rose
Strolling past orchards, his holy regalia flows,
The rose petals wither promptly and bright hues abstain,
No deity on heaven and earth gave repose,
The day he abandoned his sweet fragrant Rose
Date: 12/01/23
The Cardinal and the Rose Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Craig Cornish
How quick the old year passes
greatly anticipated just a week ago
the seasonal build seemed steady and slow
faded in the distance of our hopes and dreams
waiting patients of the New Year themes;
and there it is with forgotten resolutions
celebrated in the midnight absolutions
another year in the universe of space and time
resonating birthdays, graduations, weddings sublime
that count the passing years of our prime;
the calendar renewed, starting over once again
and we no longer children traverse adult domain
believing ourselves immortal to this mortal world
as the old year passes thru testing steps we swirl
quick and fleet the months easily form lost pearls;
they are black and white, never gray
and their beauty is often overlooked each day
in muddied waters of foolish youth and somber age
unawares, ignorant of life's fast turning page
pause a moment, breathe every second of life in
experience and wisdom lay in the passing of the wind.
In a future that did bleep and blare,
Under a sky full of darkest pollutions,
These zombies have no thoughts to spare.
Faces glued to screens without care,
Lacking energy, making no contributions,
In a future that did bleep and blare.
Minds gone and bodies barely there;
Breaking out into gross contusions,
These zombies have no thoughts to spare.
Forgetting how to farm, build or repair;
The horrid creatures ask no absolutions,
In a future that did bleep and blare.
Having destroyed their water and air,
Surrounded by unspeakable protrusions:
These zombies have no thoughts to spare.
Chemical radiation spilling everywhere,
Wheels in wheels spinning revolutions,
In a future that did bleep and blare.
These zombies have no thoughts to spare.
In a future that doth bleep and blare.
"A million absolutions mean nothing-
without the a c k n o w l e d g m e n t of compassion."
I chose to use the theme of forgiveness/acceptance
ONE QUOTE Any Quote You Want To Create OLD OR NEW - Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Rick Parise
Date Written: September 10, 2016
Life , Deeds, Loving and Solace
My past acts have sown so very many evil seeds
looking at a yard with many wicked little weeds
No pretty , neat scenes greeting my tearful eyes
no absolutions in spite of so many, many tries
There were the ladies that I did so badly use
then cast away like wornout, old dirty shoes
Too many gave their sweet hearts and their all
to a me that was so arrogant, petty and small
The friends that I ruled so very harsh and quick
no mercy given for I was mad and wickedly sick
Days spent gambling, drowning my life with drink
more bad acts , looking back I can smell the stink
No escaping the wild, crazy life so very misspent
Only painful knowledge I have that I must now repent!
Robert J. Lindley, 06-16-2014
Listen
to the silence
adrift in the brittle sky...
I behold pointed fingers
of mute admiration
My hand
belongs to yours
in this solitude of night...
Then you show me without words
the miracle of stars
We glimpse
her bare shoulders,
as Venus brushes her hair
It tumbles in the darkness
like a quiet snowfall
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"Pen a Pensee"
Resubmitted For Contest: #216
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Sparkles glisten off a misty shoreline
Light reflects off a history of tales never to be told
It cannot speak nor can it share the thoughts of a thousand years
Miles and layers of ash, rubble, and lifeless pieces to an unsolved puzzle lay beneath
Few will share the days with Giants and Legends
But thousands will wonder why
A dark layer of secrets, a dark layers of emotions encapsulated
By a barrier never to be broken
We can only look and dream of what took place
To look to the world searching for Absolutions
Searching for answers
Searching for a key to unlock the gated door
Impossible to reason yet we glide along with the tide
Creating more stories never to be told
Only she holds the answers, Only she holds the key…
A mystery will forever remain and cast a shadow over the lost souls
That took the journey over miles of beauty
For now we can only paint a picture that shares with us a thousand words
Never to be understood…
In the pool of giving, man will throw his pennies
Displying for those who record such entries'
He regrets that in this land of plenty;
we must sacrifice the few for the good of many.
The watcher knows of mans intrusions;
And his propensity for God like absolutions.
He has seen the indulgences of mans conclusions;
That he stealthily hides behind illusions.
In the name of freedom come the plans;
For the good of all of man.
But it's catch as catch some can;
And forget where we began.
Perpetually in awe, to his mind the watcher draws;
As if seeing in a crystal ball, he knows that man could surely fall.
In illuminated halls, he records the injustice of it all;
It is then he does recall, still on hands and knees man crawels