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Keep silent before Me, O islands and let the people renew their strength
Let them come near; then let them speak; let us come near together
To judgement. Isaiah ch 41 verse 1
March the 13th 1996, I was driving along, thinking of how some people were affected by traumatic events in childhood and how some overcame setbacks to become role models/leaders even, the thought made me 'feel hope' this was after years of denial, that there was a satanic influence in everyday life yet now I was facing.and considering the idea that such events could be of satanic motivation in order to stunt or even deny 'the world' of helpful statesmen/women & role models.'
Very shortly maybe seconds after,this very thought; the radio station I was tuned to announced they were interrupting the schedule to breaking news of a terrible shooting at the
town of Dunblane, in the primary school, as more details emerged I pulled over and although stunned
and dismayed, I was hearing the way this was being viewed in a sanitized way, a matter of fact thing, just a madman.' I punched the dash tears were in my eyes, I felt an evilness I could almost taste, pulling my thoughts together I realised if I believed that which I was thinking on moments before the news flash, I must pray against this act, and as well as praying for all there, I wanted the Lord to bring all the children being
brutalised here, through this, and those who were destined for greatness to reach their potential.' I knew this was why? a relatively 'obscure school' rather than a prestigious one was attacked.. My thought was 'who' was in there that was the specific target.'
I prayed intensively & above all; for that child,
“I don't care what anybody says about me as long as it isn't true.” -Dorothy Parker
“Beauty is only skin deep, but ugly goes clean to the bone” -Dorothy Parker
Angels connecting
in real live
Thinking reflecting
and keeping us strive
'Say no to consensuality
that's your best quality
You've the audibility
so keep on your prosody'
Always on time
Mr/Miss/Ms/Mrs I'm...
'Shhhhhhh'
with an eye rhyme
"That heinous crime"
Jumping off the metrics
Holy sculls!
Writing isn't mathematics
Such as friendship
Do everything intensively on your trip
If you stumble in the footpath
It's just a turn on
High in raciness
No Life Span
In the wrath
I am You Sylvia Plath
Nightmares and Dreams
In your life
You were anarchical
one of a kind
my new heteronym
named Wolfed Golf
because is worth being Virginia Woolf
In my paintings: pastels oils pencils and markers Paranoia(s) converter(s)
In being a reporter
In my disorder
sometimes being dark and darker
I am you,
Mrs Dorothy Parker
Tonight we play our favorite duet
to an audience of celestial stars.
Variations over years; a song we never forget,
stroking familiar notes within each bar.
Andante: pianissimo: slow caresses as whispers,
giving attention to those sensitive keys.
Each to the other, a part we deliver;
Entwined we perform with such ease.
Allegro: increasing our synchronized tempo
as our chorus delightfully sings through.
Vibrating heartstrings deeply now flow;
enjoying our art as if new.
Vivo! As the beat of two hearts now race.
Crescendo! Intensively, climax is reached.
Pausing in arc at this euphoric place;
echos in afterglow; encores in dreams.
SHACKLES
The loneliness wraps around me
Shackles me with its weight
My blood runs cold within me
I fight to stay afloat
The black dark clouds, they chase me
And try to take my soul
The tears flow freely from me
And I feel I lose control
In all the worlds emotions
This is the hardest one
For me to shake each morning
When I feel I want be done
The hours of night do leave me
And early morning calls
Memories they do haunt me
And my world sits still for all
The being that is in me
Is crying to be found
The feelings of denial
They hang onto their ground
The snakes of darkness strike me
And fill me with their fire
Their poison seeps within me
And makes my body cry
The sun outside is sleeping
In my half of the world
And deep within me stays there
I never hear it call.
One day Ill go and find it
Wherever it may be
In this world or the next one
Ill feel it shine on me
The emotions that are in me
They rage and ramp and fall
They crush my being beneath me
And never know your call
That dark black hole is yonder
Is lonely just like me
We may find peace together
And earth can blanket me
Oh god, this lonely rotten heart
It feels intensively
So much pain it harbours there
Why can’t I just be free
I want to be away from here
And step outside of me
If only that were possible
Just like a break at sea
Its alright now, I’m calming
I know what this does mean
I know that deep inside of me
I’ve lived a thousand beings
Another life, if I should leave
Is just another dream
Another wasted life to me
To live emotionally.
A surreal vision
dreamlike and bizarre.
I felt as if I were in the throes
of a turbulent blazing blizzard,
a throbbing pulsating migraine
almost static in fermentation.
It gnawed intensively at my innards,
atrocious labor pains.
She put a small wet warm towel
Right on my forehead.
Then relief.
A calming of the spirit,
ethereal, soft, relaxing.
A vision of vastness
dotted by languid lakes,
rippling rivulets,
autumn-colored trees,
eternal waterfalls,
and myriads of emigrating geese.
I slept, feeling you besides me,
warm, homely, and satisfying.
Precisely why I loved you.
22 April 2021
Placed 1
Writing Prompt - Ache - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
My future looked bleak
I was extremely weak
Riddled with cancer, my spirit was giving up
Until a friend came to visit me and told me literally to 'shut up'
Chemotherapy had made me worse
It was not a medicine but a curse
My friend cared for me for days on end
Wrote e-mails to every cancer Specialist she could send
One replied, he was eager to help
I let out a half hearted yelp
He studied my case intensively
There was a cure to be cancer free
It was expensive as to be expected
But he too had once been infected
He understood my pain
Refused to use it to his gain
He paid for my surgery
Even for my recovery
Today, I am a healthy man
Now, I too make it a point to help everybody that I can!
MY SCORPIO CHARACTERISTICS
I don’t believe in astrology these days
But I believe in my wife, and she says
October 25 is in the middle of the stinger’s ways.
Generous with my love, money, equipment, stuff;
But possessive, and unwilling to share problem or triumph.
Jealous and self-blaming - always biting my own tail deadly and curled,
seeking a round unvarnished tale of perfection in this imperfect world.
Intelligent, with brains to burn - combustion-free cogitation.
Intense, I even relax intensively - high-speed industrial relaxation.
Secretive, my left hand knows not what’s in the right hand’s palm:
My agitated mind knows nothing about this poem’s balm,
It was written by the heart entirely calm.
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NOTE
My birthday is October 25. No cards please . Just send US dollars in large
denominations and large quantities.
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Written by Sydney Peck for nette onclaud's Contest ZODIAC ZONES
it is just a last wake up call,
heavy bell tolls of John Donne
mourning for dying Humanity.
The very serious and decisive warning
sending to all nations.
Change your mind, way of life,
local, state orders
and global system –
for much better sort of governing
or you will be wipe out totally
from face of Earth,
really, take a look down, dudes,
crowded up so everywhere
the kingdoms of ants and termites
miserable and crawling
on soil and grasses under foot
much better organized
and protected internally and externally
than all your businesses, elections,
social and political systems and regularities.
You know very well
without any prefaces and formalities
this planet has only 10-20 years
for save yours damn civilization
with all its achievement, exaltation and glamour
from looming Global Warming
with all it tragic consequences
much more dangerous, imminent and deadly fatale threat,
than what done with us, with
hundred states on Earth
and what can else will do
Coronavirus.
Its only last call, warning
from the simplest preform of life
which originated on this planet
4 billion years.
Be wiser,
more modest,
more patient,
not so greedy
with all your environment
and forms of life around
that come to life
long before you
if you want to survive
as *****Sapiens,
or you will have left this planet
for yours
ancient ancestors
and previous harmony and multitudes
of life forms and their niches
will be restored and filled again
without your way of life, earthlings -
without your colonization and reign,
which so intensively
produced deserts
from all you actions absolutely
from all yours enterprises,
agreements and compromises
killing and looting everything.
It is just last call from Coronovirus.
You where the breath of my joy and heaven,
now you are my curse, blotch, and you delete the rainbow of my smile
Why so, woman of mud?
You where the fountain and rose of my heart,
now you’re the thrones that grow on the hills of my rose
and make my rose look like a mountain of pain.
Why so, woman of mud?
You where the highly skilled love miracle maker that turned my tears to wine
and give my cry special effects,
because when I am crying and I think of you, I suddenly start laughing.
But now, you turn my smile to clay and my tears to a red river of agony, and you roll my cry with your temper of hate down the mountain of darkness.
Why so, woman of mud?
You where the pure guide that guided all our belongings with your cloud of kindness,
and you never did without showering your waters of affection on me.
But now, you scatter all that belongs to us in the deepest pit of unkindness, and you bleed away what we felt for each other through your rain of anguish.
You always said to me,
that theirs no such thing as heartbreak,
because you will never ever leave the path of our purple love, and you shall always be there for me like the stars that set on the eyes of skies.
But now, you boldly crush and pond my heart in your mortar of anguish and walk away leaving my skies blind.
Why so, woman of mud?
*Sobbing*
You where the light that lighted up the candle of my soul when I was damp and hollow and this made me glow intensively. You also always told me the darkest secrets I could not even tell you.
But now you blow so hard to wind away the light of my soul, flushing me dip down into the land of isolated slaves, where I hear your gossips about me.
Why so, woman of mud?
You were my brightest sunset and you never did without hugging and holding my hands, for you always saw me as your palace of refuge in times of traffic danger.
But now, you’ll rather become hell, just to see me cry and burn, and you’ll rather also just walk gently into death, so as not to call me your hero.
Why so, woman of mud?
You where my law of pleasant admiration and I could never carry on without you by my life, because you where my dramatic wonder of love.
But now, you are my flaws of unpleasant admiration and I have no choice nor muddle but to move on in my soberest mood, without you woman of mud, because you are now my thunder of hate,
Woman of mud!
Vicariously
Brilliantly
Gregariously
Ambitiously
Eagerly
Writing words from day to day
Vehemently
Humbly
Fervently
Instinctively
Understanding
Learning what others have to say
Profusely
Intensively
Literally
Reflectively
Philosophically
Reading each other’s poems undercover
Openly
Honestly
Realistically
Copiously
Liberally
Commenting our thoughts to one another~
copyright 2008
~inspired by my friends at the soupie~
Almighty created exemplary beings in His Own wisdom
Ultimately God abide by every promise in His own script
Umbrella to all books existing here in this orbit
Which underneath subsist all creatures
Except what in His orders missed undefined
Creatures as we exist, we indeed need object not
Unconditional, to advices He exhibits vividly in the old book
Urged we are, to educate fraternity intensively
Theology ought to underscore
Primary activities geared essentially
Towards inspiration for orientation
To understand the Almighty
Currently endangered yet indispensable
The oldest profession undisputed
People applaud this endeavor
Yields inner satisfaction
Our Lord ultimately will ask
Did earnings bring inspiration to our choices?
Urged to acknowledge theology
Beth got up, breakfast she ate,
Then cleaned her room.
She had to hurry,
Had to take sheep out, way before noon.
Beth finally was able to take her sheep
Out to the meadow to eat.
She stood around watching,
Then decided to take a seat.
She got to relaxed
Had fallen asleep
Beth woke up and said,
"Oh,no! Where is my sheep?"
"They are all gone and bet Mr. Wolf
Stole them, for he's a creep."
Beth called each by name,
Got worried, walked even faster.
She didn't even pay attention,
To anything that had passed her.
Beth decided to climb the hill
To get a better view.
Took her binoculars to see,
If they fell over the cliff, too.
She listened intensively,
Thought she could hear,
Sounds of the sheep,
If they were very near.
One by one, the sheep finally came
Out from a patch of brushes, she could see.
She was so happy and went
To hug all three.
She felt bad because she had accused
Mr. Wolf of talking them, too.
Needed to next time, make sure first,
If she really had no clue.
She took them home, put them in there pen.
Would have to take then back tomorrow, once again.
© Melanie . All rights reserved, a day ago
Sleep
roaming
night voyage
submerged for hours
pursuing realms gate, where trails greet deceased
dreamers, souls, gather at nirvana's bench
intensively
awaiting
in deep
sleep
I do not love him. Wait, in fact- I do. I do love him. I would give him one of my own kidneys if that was needed. A part of my own liver but not that happily as I know what is he doing to his one and I would not believe that he suddenly stops to party. We have known each other not that long but intensively. My habit is always to say that it is not time that decides but intensity. Meaning, decides of the relationship status and state. So our one is intense, that's for sure. We know each other by accident. Wait, I should have written by chance because this aquaintence is a chance for me. Oh, yes it is, such a good one. I would never even imagine that story. We live in such a different environment, we should have never met. But we do have mothers, don't we. I mean, his mother is in the picture this time. And he has got a very good heart, gene of kindness, as I say. His mother asked him for help and he agreed. Thank God! He was really rescuing me from misery as I was taking part in this whole needing-help situation. Helping too. But the most I needed was support. Support of someone understanding a bit my point of view concerning this whole situation and just somebody to lean on whispering shameful comments when nothing else is to be done. And perfectly, there he was.
Tulips and lilies never emitted their scent
so fragrantly and exhilarating...
by the lake of the descendent moon,that
I intensively sense the affable mystery of the evening!
Remote breezes,unforeseen and redolent,do
capriciuosly caress the brilliant surface
of the silvery lake,softened by a gentle silence;
only those red-throated dives can disarm it in their pursue!
The huge oaks,boasting their tallness,bow
and glance at the narrow paths,below,
verging on the aromatic grass glistening with fireflies...
where bitter-roots and goldenrods are their constant companions!
Someone is sitting by the peaceful waterfront in obeisance...
staring at the North Star: seemingly so reachable,but far;
as he,pleasantly and devotedly,strikes the srings of a guitar
with his invigorating and skillful fingers!
And suddenly everything,hidden by graceful shadows,harmonizes
itself with his melody...beautifully played in enduring patience;
unhesitatingly,he joins the incessant nightgales
to praise the persistent tranquillity enhanced by the Creator's presence!