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YOU AND ONLY YOU
Strewn pebbles after a tide ballet for a pause
So am I when still you are not by my side
but God is good that even those pebbles
when slowly gathered-- spell a good use...
Pieces of me I consider blues and black
Gladly, you constellate: creating a mosaic
no longer you settled as a friend that consoles
but you built something even rusts can't corrode
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Vous et nul autre,
Vous et nul autre,
You and only you...
From smile of sunrise to weeping break of night
my love, you and only you I long to have and hold
I want our eyes spark then lock on same shine
I want your arms' warmth wrap around mine
Vous et nul autre,
Vous et nul autre,
You and only you...
Sensing strongly tonic trembles 'neath my fingertips
I wonder what God was thinking when He created you
for meeting you plays a life spring in crown of trees.
To commitments said with kisses drawing life's game,
Vous et nul autre,
Vous et nul autre,
You and only you...
You and only you, I want to walk with forevermore.
To your eyes, your nose and then to your lips,
each kiss a speech of my love and thanks for thee,
my Darling this I promise to do through eternity.
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***vous et nul autre (French) - You and nobody else
but I reword it to --- You and only you.
***"I wonder what God was thinking when He created you"
is a line from the song WHEN GOD MADE YOU
by Natalie Grant and NEW SONG***
Music to my ears poetry contest - Poetry Contest
Sponsor Name - Silent One
Olive ELoisa Guillermo
9:58 pm, July 31, 2015
Within oppressive oblivious organisms,
a tyrannical tormentor here lies;
Amidst the scheming sinister schisms,
another moment within us dies…
Reflecting resistance upon dualisms,
the chasm clock brings our demise;
Where present perpendicular prisms,
create illusions in their disguise.
Barbarian black holes in their abyss,
ruins of ticking tyrants regurgitate;
Annihilator’s of the past in their bliss,
for time devours all to recreate…
Death and destruction a Judas kiss,
as the giants gorge and alienate;
In purgatory, we shall reminisce,
forever’s are gone as they separate…
A chronological continuance abides,
escaping from the eternal abode;
Thoughts lost as destiny divides,
infinite space sequestered to erode…
Dreams dormant the universe slides,
consciousness begins to corrode;
I shall soon disappear with the tides,
for my words will now implode.
June.30.2020
Time- 8 Word Challenge
Sponsored by~ A Dear Heart
Placed 1'st...Thank You
Sweeping through what once was mine
Gazing at this ravaged shrine
Composing the vitals in thoughts divine
Cut my losses and bleed through time
Here I'll stand along these lines
Chimerical dreams in the hands of Morpheus
Acidic tears that corrode the capricious
Inscrutable plans that defy the obvious
Vanishing ties that remove the analogous
A grudge in perfection, deception, insidious
Volatile remarks that hold me in check
If I may be so bold, my tongue is direct
A propensity for temper, yet I am select
Now I'll take my leave, sabbatical, reflect
What is not right, is left and a wreck
Developing memories of my past
Implausible interjections that speak to the last
Feral remarks that hold tight and hold fast
I bow to you, grief, for I've been outclassed
A terse line of humor that leaves them aghast
Clandestine demons that dwell in my brain
Delusion of wonder, they're one and the same
Enclose the clairvoyant, set free the deranged
What I have lost is now mine in shame
Forthwith I give you my word, I'll be back again
Fruits noirs
Sans qu’on y prenne garde,
Le ciel se tisse du grillage
Sombre des branches.
Elles s’étendent chaque année,
Et chaque année,
Grignotent un peu plus d’espace,
Au point de parfaire une voûte
Et d’arriver à se rejoindre,
En confisquant le peu de lumière,
Stagnante, sous les dernières
Feuilles de novembre,
La sève lentement rétractée.
Une pluie insistante, et froide,
Corrode la symphonie des ocres
En une bouillie sombre et gluante…
Les buissons moroses abritent
Aussi des fruits noirs,
A la densité lourde.
Ils pèsent de leur deuil,
Leur poids d’approche hivernale,
Et font oublier les envolées légères,
Des passereaux insouciants,
Qui se poursuivaient
Dans l’azur cristallin.
Ce sont des corbeaux ;
Et leur noir luisant,
Semble une menace anthracite,
Barrant quelque part,
De branche et branche
La lumière et la joie .
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Without being beware,
The sky is woven with wire mesh
Of dark branches.
They extend every year
And every year
Eat away a little more space,
To the point of making a perfect arch
And arriving to join
Confiscating the little light
Stagnant under the last
Leaves of November
Sap slowly retracted.
An insistent rain and cold
Corrodes the symphony of ochres
In a dark and slimy mush ...
The gloomy bushes shelter
Also black fruits,
A with heavy density.
They weigh their mourning
The weight of winter approach
And make you forget the light flights,
Of careless sparrows,
Chasing each other
In the blue skies
They are crows;
And shiny black
Seems a anthracite threat
Barring somewhere
From branch to branch
Light and spirit of joy.
Inside my mind to my tomorrows I look
Straight ahead with no forks on my road
I can't look back as my past will hurt more
A corner I desire to rid this corrode
Dreams of many I have to live life to the full
To be as I should to be a soul in ones heart
Around so many corners cul-de-sacs appear
What does it take for ones life to restart
Then came the day as I travelled life's road
Freely I glanced as the corner became near
I turned into my unknown, not knowing what's ahead
Intrepidness abounds, living can be a fear
Through a window I view, absorbed at what I see
Spanish Eyes of beauty, musically we share
A Heart of Lothian, allures us both
Leaving this Highlander, in notable stare
For the first time in my life I can see another me
My tomorrows are now alive no longer I now wane
Her words like lyrical music, have melted my frozen heart
No longer that lonely road, there's still life in my veins
There will be many corners, of which we'll turn together
As I wave goodbye to my past, I remember it's many cries
Our future is what we'll make of it
All because I looked into her Spanish Eyes
The Old Pier (a picture poem)
beneath the boundary layer of air and sea
twirling vortexes of frenzied waters
incessantly corrode
the aging pillars below
the ravaged tired timbers emit
anguished unholy screeching sounds
as ocean swirls beat non stop in and about
worn out planks attached beneath
the weathered decking
the riddled concrete sideling emerges
perplexed and whistles out its
protestations in echoes heard
across the raging tide.
in the bottoms underflow snail infested
warped planks buffer incursions of countless
schools of rabid predators that attack,
conquer, and devour unsuspecting aquatic prey.
above fishermen pray to the sea gods
to hook their water worn lines and capture
in songs of surrender the call of
a waiting bucket.
in timed release, ancient messages splash upon
silicon sharpened shores that resonate the sounds
of strident hungry seagulls
rummaging for their next meal.
wave upon wave of scattered foam wash over
brash crayoned streaks of blue and green hews
that seem to melt across and blend into
a continuous pallet of assorted colors.
at the same time the formidable forces
of untamed waters compete
in their final rush to win
the race to land's end.
C.A.K. 2-21-2013
We are all born
To a world seemingly full of interesting diversity
But why do we slam each other
Instead of accepting and living together
Do we not need each other’s support, sometime?
When we slam others we forget
We slowly shut the door on ourselves
And stop growing except bloating in size
And wasting precious resources
Which are meant to be shared amongst all humanity.
Each one must grow to mature somehow
And learn to endure the adverse
And the idiosyncrasies of things around
That change constantly on ground
In a collective effort to blend human needs with nature.
Is anything permanent except history?
So why not make it memorable
For us and future generations to cherish it
And build newer avenues and rising ever higher
Through cooperation and mutual respect.
We need to knit a grand slam team
Of entire humanity
To go onwards and upwards
Like steel alloyed and put to steam
Whose frames do not corrode easily through time.
Alone we sure fall downwards
And perpetuate the differences
Those obliterate our collective achievements
For creation is difficult to achieve
But easy to fritter away on triviality.
Slam kills the feelings of care and love
Spreads hatred and scares the dove
Warmth of fellow beings brings succour
Allowing unimaginable feats to occur
So let us slam the slam, shall we?
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The winds blow,**********************************the clouds grow.
The fear,********************************starts to show! Nobody, knows what*****************************this storm holds.
It might bend,******************************but it wont fold.
The funnel,****************************starts to mold.
The sirens blow,***************************your blood turns cold.
The heart,***********************slows!
Its time to get low,******************let it go!
There is, no end***************to this show.
The emotional distress,***********you will undergo.
Like a*********killer flow!
Praying, from********heavens below.
Hoping,********it goes!.
Forever,********leaving woes.
It intended,********to impose.
Life decomposed,********as secrets are exposed.
Memories corrode,*******while bonds erode.
There's no more,******humble abode.
As, the*******houses implode!
The neighborhood,*****explodes!
Now what waits ahead,*****is a long road.
5/15/2017
My dad made large upside-down umbrellas which I’m told
Won't keep the water above us from hitting us as we walk the road
But will hold the dirt and dust that's left of us as we corrode
Keeping it from falling and being washed away in the river below.
Impenetrable and round canvases of black
They go in a hole underground with a rod attached
The rods have rocks serving as bases that suspend them above ground, in their place
And braces to keep the underground canvases open-face
As useless as they are in the rain today
We maintain the upside-down umbrellas and we quietly pray
They will keep us all dry one day.
Nothing beseeches more than darkness
The outer rims of the black Earth
Raw refining nothingness in oblivion
Where no-one desired to reside
Without a hatred for life, that which simmers
Like the fire which lives deeply within
And punctures the soul like brimstone
Would a giant, but without the height
It scars, it sears, it sternly scorches every pore
Of your heart, diving into that darkness
Catching every sickness known, and unknown
Piercing the fragments of one’s body
Blowing up, to burn excruciating pain throughout
Casting shadows over the soul of black
The tar, the lit fuel to corrode every particle
Of your existence, a blood curdling scream
Does not skim the darkness within
Caressing the evil of the fire of damnation
The horrors of the lies and the hatred
Which twist and torture the soulless heart
That which burns, endlessly burns, scorches
And bleeds never-ending as if there is blood
Flowing, but the core is hollow, a chasm
Of soundless darkness, where nothing exists
Of any proportion except pain, painful
Interjections…twisting, gouging, spading
The heart into pieces of black dust
Where the fire has already burned hot
Leaving the endless cry of hatred, pierced
The soul is in agony, just what the darkness
Desired, to end all life, to suffocate love
Into ground up, grotesque, particles of death
To forever live in torment, of this searing fire
Darkness reigns, killing any hope, and leaving
Those with a soul, crushed and devoured
Endlessly suffering the burning hell of death
Russell Sivey
****Author's Note: This poem does not reflect how I feel right now. Though in the past I have felt like this when I was very depressed and life was really rough and terrible for me, but that was a long time ago, I am a lot, a LOT better now and I want everyone to know that I am fine and that is poem is about my past, not now!****
I’d heard of Persephone, that beautiful earthly maid,
Who’d vowed her love to Hades, although her mother forbade –
An enraged Demeter scorched the earth; a desolate paradise was made,
But Persephone visits still, embrocating this soil-
I know, because these winters would always fade…
But if time changes, then why don’t we?
My time is still stagnant as far as the eye can see.
They say that time can heal all those wounds and fill all those holes,
that rupture, corrode, poison and abrade the soul.
But I am waiting for time and time is waiting for me,
to forget, forgive and forgo my hurt; to set me free.
Time warps all, rules all- it renews and ruins all that was, is and will be,
then why won’t time help that sunken and lowly being, that which is me?
My memories flow in an emulsion of hate and melancholy,
They have flowed, and flowed, and flowed - this river is yet to join the sea,
The sea that will fall off the ends of the earth-
How I wish it would carry that sunken and lowly being, that which is me…
I don’t blame you; my life was a place where you couldn’t be.
Thought I could lock away my heart, and give time its key.
But the key is lost now, all my emotions seem to flee-
the tears, the pain, the helplessness that came when you went,
they trickle down my abraded cheeks- I’ve lost a part of my heart,
I am an amputee.
I do blame time, that awful, abstract, vulgar object that people desire,
they say that it’s not theirs, they don’t have it and do want it to wait,
Ha ha! Time is conceited, cruel, a careless entity-
It won’t help me; it will do no good now- my time sure is late.
I’m sure though, that your time has changed and time has changed you,
Time must have helped you to revive and yourself, renew.
But time has shunned that other half of the picture that lies shattered on my marble floor,
it chose not to fix me, and simply walked out my door.
We all are made, broken and fixed,
by the time that switches the season and tide.
It floods the dimensions, within which we thrive, seek and hide.
It is I, the one unwilling to overlook the past, is me-
And thus, I wonder, if time changes, then why don’t we?
4th December 2011 ,sernabatim,Gois shack,
By Sashi .Prabhu(ZEAUOXIAN)
Calm waters come engulf my scorching mind,
Pour yourself in through my eyes, burning embers find.
Fumes of devilish sorrows, be engulfed so fast,
Peace to look forward to, wash away memories of the past.
Tranquility drench your serenity into me,
Happiness corrode my skin and char it with peace to be.
Entwine your auric wings of joys around my heart,
Ooze from it pink flames, so darkness depart.
Edify myself with joys of life
darkness gone , light piercing through like a sharp prudish knife.
Welcome to my body all joys and peace,
Let it override the ebbing currents dwindle and decrease.
a new year dawns a new begining,
i will take it on my chin......
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I know
in soul
I am a poor wretch and banditte
without any moral codes and barriers and senses.
I am ended cretin and cynic.
I spat to all -
to ours or others, friends or enemies.
I have held in my hand
the nuclear bomb
and ruled firmly
by the great country,
where self-governing chicken community
frozen to death,
as the doctrines of cursed justice.
I spat to democracy, wisdom,
to human rights of men,
and what left there else?
Fair elections
and other values and social perfections?
I tramped them all,
that might to corrode my legitimacy.
I am bad boy
and know that never lose power.
Better the great country
will go to hell
together with honest sheep-like population
that so adored me
when I am spitting to West and East
then I am lost my favorite toy.
I am bad boy
and will be to stay forever
I spit to past, up-to-date
and to face of forthcoming day.
I am bad boy
but the national leader also.
Cookies crumble, records tumble
Flowers wilt, drinks are spilt
Batteries corrode, mountains erode
Wine turns sour, storms knock out power
Beauty fades, so do crusades
No poem so clever, it lasts forever
Once a upon a time, I stood next to you
Hand in hand, secure and safe
On firm ground, so tall, so beautiful
in the glowing light of the sun
Like living in a fairy tale
But fairy tales are just that…tales
And the magic began to fade
Your words were once rays of light
Now began to pollute the air around me
I try to speak up and put up a fight
To use my strength and courage
You were like smog settling over a city
Nothing could keep you at bay
Trying every way possible
To clean up the damage done
But it was all in vain
The sun disappeared behind the blackness
As the clouds rolled in
No longer feeling safe
No longer feeling secure
I put on a rain coat
Hoping the rays of light
The goodness that was left
Would defeat the storm on the horizon
But the first drop fell
And then the flood gates open
I open my umbrella
Huddled underneath
Fear of the unknown
Building deep within me
Your toxic words now like acid rain
Begin to eat holes in my umbrella
Leaving me exposed
As drops start to singe my raincoat
No longer protected
Putrid, melting plastic invades my nose
Your words burning my face
Burning my heart
Drowning out my voice
No longer beautiful
I began to corrode
I stand in the rain
Leaving wounds that will scar
No longer standing tall
I hang my head
As I stand in your rain