Contest: September Challenge: Writing
Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich
Date: September 12th 2026
Open up your lenses and see the magic
surrounding you. Colours are like the zest
to a lemon, like the sparkle of the eyes!
Colours give life zing and zest.
They are admired by widened awestruck eyes
as the soul absorbs the depth of their magic.
Flecks of colours complete the iris of the eyes.
In many ways, they complete creative magic
and are associated with each persons zest.
Colour's magic sparkles zest through the eyes of the beholder.
“a heartbeat pulsating as living light
free from each and every limitation
I Am that dwelling in unbound delight
the source wherefrom arises creation”
My compass is set:
Forward alignmed by faith through grace.
I do not control life’s challenges,
but I command my response.
I am that I live for my purpose,
not for the world’s praise.
I do not bend;
I do not break;
I do not look back.
I am that, I am of a human sponge,
Whom listens, observers and absorbs lifes lessons and learn from its mistakes!
For this is my creed!
Everyone was born once
But not everyone absorbs the
Weight of their name.
And not even rise to carry it with truth.
Sensing enjoyed company absorbs certain aspired mastery
Apropos bonding, bending, dancing, singing, respect remains
Embrace honesty, ensures unmoved beliefs, revered culture
Honored parents, sibling commend, recalls elderly picture
Harmony, ethical balance, promote oneness despite anarchy
Worldly pursuit defying humanly purpose deplete synergy
Justice upholds freedom, defined moments express liberty
The crimson canopy bleeds out its light,
to clear the stage for an eternal night.
We misread beauty in the dying leaf,
a gilded cover for a timeless grief.
For every joy is a borrowed loan,
and autumn reaps, to turn earth to stone.
The twilight deepens, cold and unappeased,
as life surrenders to a slow disease.
No sanctuary stands against the frost,
which counts the tally of the loved and lost.
The heavy fog absorbs the last faint ray,
and suffocates the memory of day.
The branches reach like skeletal despair,
to pull the pitch-black sky into the air.
Whatever shined was merely an illusion,
a brief distraction from the dark’s intrusion.
The final ember drops into the deep;
the void reclaims the promises we keep.
So let the shadows drink the remaining red,
for all things good belong among the dead.
Tear the Heart and Teach the Soul
Through all our lives we seek control
Darkness held at arms' length
Striving with our bitter strength
Forcing madness to submit to sense
To rein our Animus to governance
Though it resists, to try our will
Against its roil we set our minds
Lest we perceive what it divines
The razored truths it seeks and finds
The lessons it would give us still
That tear the heart and teach the soul.
Life eats life
As so it goes, without restraint
Necessity absorbs the spreading taint
That all must bear, the cost of life
Paid with death, born of strife
We are the ends of one another
As we destroy we must create
As we discover, much too late
Sister to Sister, Brother to Brother
This. The shared edge of the knife.
She dances in the light
She is the light
She absorbs light
She radiates light
She is the light
She is starlight
She is moonlight
She is the light
She dances in the light
She is the light
Looks clear in appearance
But does weighs high
Absorbs everything you give
Just like your heart, it’s a crystal
(This poem complements A Sad Truth)
Beauty’s Response
Sad Truth, you so mistake and malign me.
Do you think I care for cheap flattery?
These insults are more difficult to bear
than your current rejection and negation.
I would prefer their silence and neglect
over the cheap parody and deceit.
For Beauty is not as simple as Truth –
you are a quality expressed,
whereas I am one the soul absorbs;
Beauty expressed is not beauty.
How shall we enlighten this distinction?
For this difference is the simple answer
to aesthetics. But few will delve below
the falseness of imitation and find
the breathtaking truth of Beauty.
rubbed my eyes out of any light
small specks of flickering haze
tears were torn dry
focus long and hard on nothingness
Instead of the belligerent screen.
they call it a scrying mirror
that implants visions of darkness
no courage could muster
the beautiful dense earth
absorbs the remaining attention span.
H eals
A dds and absorbs
T akes away
E xtracts
I nvests and invents
N avigates
L eash
O n a
V ery
E motional level
A mirror that ponders ere it reflects
On images gathered on facts,
Is it what we call consciousness?
All-alive human awareness?
A bit afraid I’m jealous,
And I won’t confess, but quite nervous.
Prajnyanam Brahmn, Upanishads said,
Knowledge for nirvana, what a handy maid!
Universal in nature and for all,
Not a thing proprietorial,
Not a gift given to humans alone,
A wave is wave and a part of mighty ocean
So is rising from well within
Consciousness how so thin--
One that wakes up all of a sudden
When everything that be known is known,
Like a poet absorbs it all
And poetry is born like a natural fall,
There’s nothing from it to recoil,
Seeds sown, watered well, sprout from soil.
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Happenings | 11.05.2026 | man, mirror, poet, free verse
Note: Continuation from ‘AI that poses who I am’.
When you don't have desire
do you have a purpose?
Upon the edge of life
my brain reflects images
of what has been
flickering randomly
black and white than blackness
Light absorbs my being
illuminated I ascend
far from human realm
I glide onward into an ocean of
eternal space
seeing all I saw
hearing all I heard
feeling numb
sound like the waves surging the beach
Brightness chills
light engulfs
forever onward
glowing within
my eyes flame
poof
sparkling ember dying light
settle on the ledge of being
darkness besieges
without voice my mind screams
flames within my palms
hands wave round and round
darkness retreats
as light flickers
I stand alone toes clutching the edge
nothingness
alone but full
fall back furling into remnants of am
light soft comforts
Home.
It stood alone potbound on a ledge -
wild and unapologetic.
This proud,presumptuous flower
would wince
at the very prospect of a pollen grain molest,
or of an admiring glance -
taking it whole root to tip.
In the raw of a nature manifest.
And so it remains
anti-social,uncaring,arrogant.
Forgetting how to share itself.
Certainly no flighty sort
dare pollinate this flower
or scoop its nectar gone sour.
For its active role in creation -
better dead!
Without tribute,too much alone -
it withers gradual in a heap.
Its only spouse - the soil
in bountiful riches once more,
absorbs the last dissolving leaf.
Inaction - no falsifying now!
Forgotten without trace,without love.
Four cups of wine, to
remember the events of the night
Passover, Passover, Pass out ~
matzo absorbs, but not ‘til daylight
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