When you see me sailing my boat on a stormy water
during a stormy weather,
that means I am closer to fine.
When you see me walking calmly
in the middle of a street, so busy,
that means I am closer to fine.
I am closer to fine like a ship that almost came into sinking.
I am closer to fine like an ambler almost hit by a car raging.
I am closer to fine like a tree almost struck by a lightning.
I am closer to fine like a heart almost pierced by a bullet speeding.
I am closer to fine like a vein almost ripped by a blade slashing.
I'm closer to fine.
When the storms of yesterday almost blow my hope for tomorrow
and the sun hides behind the clouds below,
I'm closer to fine.
When the shadow of darkness eclipses the sunshine
and the light of new morning is difficult to find,
I'm closer to fine.
For I must breath my life ahead
even if I am half-dead,
I must be closer to fine.
I must fight my war without blinking
even if I'm profusely bleeding,
I must be closer to fine.
February 22, 2023
Closer To Fine Poetry Contest (10th place)
Sponsored By: Kai Michael Neumann
I am walking in the garden
of an ancient city
The walls are covered
with climbing ivy of a delicate hue
The dews are thick after the warm rains
There in the middle, the stately statue
withstands the stains
Covered in ivy of a intricate green
Blooms of unknown life glowing red
I trace the path of last foot falls
The age is broken and anew
Stone is cracked crazy filigreed
In the ancient courtyard
I follow it down a foreign history
The sun splashing though over growth
Over head the winds unsettles monolithic trees
Exotic birds sing songs to creation
The gold, ambler, crimson leaves take flight
Dripping on the weedy ground
Puddling in the warm sparkling rays of a dying sun
Leting it spill over me
The fading green bright fresh
In this ancient city of Avalon
This lost garden of Eve
The last empire of Adam
Mans only memory
Walking this spiraling path
This Helix of Eden
In the tangle of wood
Delighted by the scent of earth rich warmth
Of forest floor fusion
The carpet of needles dance with the rhythm of your step
And lead you to its tranquility
Its crisp crackle permeates the air
With the timeless recital of fragrant decay
The seasonal bliss of showering fall
The ebb of wistful breezes
To capture the languishing ambler
In the lofty rafters of noble trees
With twisted limb and breaking branch
Fashioned in vespers of a pervading sky
The ageless reverence of green boughs
Embraces the worship of the Peacemaker
Virtuous vines cling and spiral around ancient rock
Manzanita converges with poison oak
Amaranth trails entwine the spirit
Kept in the moment of ambient harmony
So walk with me through the forest
Free to be your essential self
Impervious to all
Except the beauty and wisdom within
Walking on my own
The future unknown
Where do I go now?
I wish it was shown...
Thinking figurine
My future unseen
Which door will open?
Stranded in between...
Unsettled ambler
The future a blur
When will dreams come true?
No one can augur...
Confused and crazy
The future hazy
What will happen next?
Life can be mazy...
Corridors all blear
The future unclear
Who will walk with me?
I wish you were here...
Pathways untrodden
The future hidden
How long must I wait?
I'm still uncertain...
11/20/17
Contest: Empty Your Soul With Words
Sponsor: Broken Wings
Me and my dear ones
In the crew of life
I try to settle myself in strife
Knowing these moons will disappear
But still struggling like Shakespeare
He gives me and I take
And I spend lavishly on folk fake
Expecting one day I’d conquer hearts
But their temptation foils and thwarts
And I still left under the sky of allay
Scorching in the whole prickly noonday
Many times I cry without tears
Due to the sincerity and love of my dears
The baby innocent like an ambler
Entertains and acts as a dabbler
The world rest on hope and I see
They’ve started acknowledging me a wee.
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