I’ve allowed some obstacle to become a barricade,
and God let me know I wasn’t making the grade.
Straightway, that called for a critique of my belief,
prayer brought God’s solution for lasting relief.
At times l get a little depressed
~ Disappointed
~ Disillusioned
~ Disheartened
~ Deflated
When selfish, thoughtless, unkind humans
Step in the way on life’s path to happiness
At times I wonder to myself why did I even let him back too my life when he lied and betrayed me not once but twice. At times I wonder to myself do he really loves and cares about me. At times I wonder why am I doing so much for him when his not doing it for me. At times I wonder why me why it has to be me. At times I wonder still the same he will never change. At times I wonder why he always blames me for what he did and always defending her but not me. At times I just wonder.
Storms, those storms, do appear
At times with thunderous roar
Sweeping through darkened skies
That shake the earth to its core
Dark clouds like mourner's cloaks
Gather, charcoal gray despair
Lightning flashes, dances across
A blackened atmosphere
They've unleashed their fury
Send down torrential rain
Dripped-dropped upon rooftops
Raising up angry Cain
my world at times
a maze of iron and stone
corridors where escape
is the longing within
your hand lights upon me
butterflies yield becoming doves
i no longer wish to surrender
emboldened by the amaranth you are
i am not alone
i am loved
i am cherished
in my life, you are the pillar
Samson could never move
you are that bird Emily spoke of
in the worst tempest, there is hope
as Neil said, you are too good to be true
but you are
walk with me on paths back
holding your healing hand
your voice a well of wholeness
the voyage from hell within
to the Elysian fields of heavens
life with you
such is my greatest blessing
the amaranth you are
Oregon 7/23
Recurrently I need
sail in my dreams
than living days and nights....
I'd rather talk to stars
than dialoguing with human voices...
Live less my body
and much further my soul...
be less real
and be instead mysterious...
at times
grey clouds d
e
s
c
end
and life rains
down
on
me . . .
you are not here;
I am left with
only
longing
do come
I will lead you
to my favourite place
a wondrous and clandestine glade
where the rarest flowers show their splendor
balmy herbs spread their bracing scent
and mythical creatures
crop up at times
do come
July 30, 2022
Radical Rictameter Contest Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Caren Krutsinger
syllables per line: 2 4 6 8 10 8 6 4 2
Violets can be tones of blue
Sometimes pink
I do not know
What do you think
All glory to our Creator
Beauty comes in many vibrant colors
I'm often called upon to write a verse
for someone's birthday or a funeral,
four or eight lines,
rhyme scheme of ABAB or ABBA.
But here are no rhyming line ends -
those small, same-sound four-footer ones
or those that have five feet or even more,
oh more, more beats than that, yes more than that, oh more than that.
Yes, no rhymes, except at times
within lines, yes, as you can guess.
Great fun, even for burials or cremations.
(March 2022)
At times in the yonder, I would ponder,
It's time for the inner voice to render.
My soul is once again contented and rejuvenated,
In silence, I spend recollecting and reflecting,
To reflect on all that is done and what can be done.
At times in the yonder, I ponder.
nothing needs be said
to calm the turmoil within churning
your voice sweet balm soothes
quenches my thirst
appeases the throbbing
wild inside my chest
its savage emptiness
that tears away in silence
merciless wildfire within
consumes my every fiber
can’t seem to catch my breath
I wait I wait and still I wait
calling out loud your name
still there you are
calming the ache
if only for a moment
feverish auras locking
in their sensuous tango
AP: 1st place 2021
Posted on August 10, 2021
What there is to offer a help,
and proffer a profile (drugs) and solutions,
to life and its problems and tip,
do I know whether notions?,
one now I found and read and meditate,
that if men and women left this way,
still offer to relocate...?.
Love bananas on my spoon sizies
Have a tendency to climb trees lately
Grown a tail
Longer arms prevail
Nothing unusual but at times I screech
i could never
at least i don’t think so
but at times i wonder
tonight more than ever
i’m feeling the angst
of troubled times
my inner tower
trembling
maybe even crumbling
shaken to the core
i get a grip of myself
remembering to be strong
though at times i may wonder
i know i could never give up
i could never give in
AP: 3rd place 2020
Posted on June 8, 2020
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