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Yet My Mind Holds Invincible Summer Hues

Yet My Mind Holds Invincible Summer Hues

Bitter cold, ice ravages red-cliffs in my veins
Yet my mind holds invincible summer hues
O' Darkness thy black-hand my spirit restrains
Tho' thy power rages from thy dark Lord's pews

Flee thee far back into thy dark Lord's abode
Plead thy master, at Byrnhilda's rock for aid
Summer's warmth, my fiery embers sent explode
My Viking blood, proves I am iron made

With such power I banish thee with one breath
Tho' thy great wealth of evil is fierce and strong
Birthright, I draw residues from Odin's death
Epic strength and power from Valkyries's song

Bitter cold, ice ravages red-cliffs in my veins
Yet my mind holds invincible summer hues
O' Darkness thy black-hand my spirit restrains
Tho' thy power rages from thy dark Lord's pews

Carry thy dark master this warning I send
With shields of truth, and armored Nordic powers
And with soul's all, and all my strength I defend
Against stones thrown from Dark Lord's brimstone towers

When Valhalla's halls open for my passing
And Odin sits with mighty Thor at his side
Few will have entered in this pledge surpassing
Held firm, courage, loyalty and Viking pride

Bitter cold, ice ravages red-cliffs in my veins
Yet my mind holds invincible summer hues
O' Darkness thy black-hand my spirit restrains
Tho' thy power rages from thy dark Lord's pews

Robert J. Lindley, 8-19-2016

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Note: I was bored this afternoon, decided to finish last 12 verses to this poem.
Begun as a tribute to my Viking heritage..
Hope you may enjoy it my friends..

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When I first surrendered all to You
it wasn’t clear to me,
that You became the author;
my life, Your poetry.
The pages of my life were dark.
You made them snowy white.
And then with mastery and skill
You began to write.
Each day a different style and form
something fresh and new
always timely and spot on
and never overdue.

So Lord, what will it be today
that flows from Your ready pen
across this chapter of my life
that will be read by men?
Will it be a monorhyme
of how You came through for me just in time?
Perhaps it’s an ottava rima
in perfect pentameter
that tells how my love for You
has grown deeper and much sweeter.
It just might be a ballad
with a tender and touching refrain
of how I stumbled and faltered
but You picked me back up again.
Could there be a principle
that I really need to learn
which You’ll write upon my life
as a repetitive quatern?
Since the furtherance of Your kingdom
is Your holy and noble tactic
perhaps You’ll craft in me
a revelatory didactic.
Diamante, tanka, limerick, haiku,
Lord, the choice is up to You.
Of all poetic forms that be
You know what to engrave on me.
Free verse or even hexaverse diminished
Dear God, please write on until my story is finished.

4/26/17

I learned several years ago from a minister that preached at our church that the Greek word for workmanship in the verse below is “poiema”, from which our English word “poem” is derived. This was my inspiration for this poem.

Ephesians 2:10(KJV) For we are his workmanship, created in Christ Jesus unto good works, which God hath before ordained that we should walk in them.

For we are His workmanship [His own master work, a work of art], created in Christ Jesus [reborn from above—spiritually transformed, renewed, ready to be used] for good works, which God prepared [for us] beforehand [taking paths which He set], so that we would walk in them [living the good life which He prearranged and made ready for us].Ephesians 2:10(Amplified Bible)

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Quirks


Some people frankly write about their quirks.
If I had any, I would tell you so.
Though no outlandish trait within me lurks,
some folks think I’m a nut. What do they know?

Why do they criticize when I engage
in conversations with myself. What’s wrong
with them? Also, they frequently enrage
me, looking shocked when I burst into song

while jogging through the neighborhood at night
clad in my red muu-muu and army boots.
I overhear them saying, “What a sight!”
I live around mean-spirited old coots!

My grandkids, too, think my behavior strange.
because I check the stove repeatedly
(I must be SURE it’s off!) and rearrange
my papers fifteen times. They’re irked at me
 
when I repeat myself five times a day.
I do this for THEIR benefit! They just
do not appreciate wise things I say.
One learns by repetition; it’s a MUST.

I surely hope I’ve made this crystal clear:
I have no oddball quirks; I’m truly blessed
with wholesome traits that, I feel, should endear
me to all those who criticize and jest!

FICTIONAL (well--some of it))


Date written and posted: February 6, 2018

Contest Title:  Quirks

Sponsor: Madison Demetros

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Midnight In The Library

Around midnight, in the library I found myself drawn,
to these shelves haunted still by Poe, Stevenson and King,
as a rare, late October storm brews beyond the pane,
bringing life back to the creatures of Shelley and Stoker.

To these shelves, haunted still by Poe, Stevenson and King,
my fingers grasp a book from under the dust and webs,
bringing life back, to the creatures of Shelley and Stoker,
it's well-worn, leather spine just waiting to chill my own.

My fingers grasp a book, from under the dust and webs,
while autumn winds rustle leaves like crisp, yellowed paper,
it's well-worn leather spine, just waiting, to chill my own,
my head, sinking further back into the velvet-lined chair.

While autumn winds rustle, leaves like crisp, yellowed paper,
candlelight flickers dimly across the tattered old pages,
my head sinking further, back into the velvet-lined chair,
where the ghosts of Irving and Dickens will not let me sleep.

Candlelight flickers dimly, across the tattered, old pages,
I, unable to recline, with the shadows thrown by the fire,
where the ghosts, of Irving and Dickens, will not let me sleep,
residents of the dark welcome, and wait to be revisited.

I, unable to recline with the shadows, thrown by the fire,
as a rare, late October storm brews, beyond the pane,
residents of the dark, welcome and wait, to be revisited,
around midnight, in the library, I found myself... drawn.

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God's Strength, God's Word, God's Love

trijan refrain 

The heart half full means something’s wrong -
the Spirit’s oil runs low.
When emptied, broken, we are strong
refilled, and ready so -
God’s strength can fix a heart gone dull
our selfish contents He can cull.
       God’s strength restores
       God’s strength restores
each day to keep our mark on full. 

The heart half full means needs may go
unmet by God’s own grace.
We’re called to let our fellows know
that they can win this race.
God’s Word abounds with help each day,
it must be read to find the Way.
       God’s Word abounds
       God’s Word abounds
to fill the empty hearts who stray.

The heart half full calls us to prayer,
it’s time to take a break.
Engaged with work, no time to spare
another’s thirst to slake?
God’s love pours forth when we look up
and ask for wisdom in our cup. 
       God’s love pours forth
       God’s love pours forth
enough to share, our neighbors sup.

written by Reason A. Poteet
posted September 19, 2014


**I realize this is a combination of iambic verse in tetrameter, trimeter, and dimeter but that is the requirement for a trijan refrain, a variable line length. If it does not meet the rules of your contest, I will understand.

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Tale Of Righteous And Just Demise Of Old Jack

Tale Of Righteous And Just Demise Of Old Jack

Old Jack had shot many before, once just for the sheer hell of it
Never squeamish about the gore or splattered about fleshy bits
Once making it an all night spree, drinking whiskey after each shot
Only once did he do it for free, knowing generosity fills no empty pot.

One hot June night, he did away with tough cat called dangerous Dan
Such a bloody sight, no easy task but put sweet coin in his empty pan
Next day trip at the lake, he sniper shot famous knife fighter Jake
A cool twenty grand take, such sweet fun nobody could ever fake.

Old Jack, wicked as all hell, sure such Fate he would never meet
Called his shots "ringing the bell", having never faced a defeat
Once for big money, shot three men in a shady lakefront bar
Later for loss of his "honey", ran over ex-wife's lover with his car.

One cool Spring day, stranger came sworn to make old Jack pay
Dressed in a beggerdly way, as a weakened and feeble old stray
With hidden might and its all, Fate had finally sent its dark call
While Jack was having a ball, swift bullet made its bloody landfall.

Young John proud as all hell, had so gaily rang Jack's old bell
Had his story to soon tell, how he spate on dying Jack as he fell
One shot between those beady eyes, hundred bucks the prize
Nobody there shed a tear, for now there was young John to fear.

8-29-2018
Rhyme

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I think back

When I think back...
 I see your eyes on me across the room,
 The way your lips slowly curve into a happy smile,
 Your strong arms holding a child,
 And I think back...
 Do you remember being the "Big Man" on campus back then?
 Or the easy ways of the women you've held?
 The loving hearts that you've shuttered and broke?
 And I think back...
 Do you remember those secret games we once played?
 Or the silent pleas to the Lord that you've made? 
 The loving family you've had and destroyed?
 And I think back...
 And I think back to the way things are and smile,
 And I think back to the way you were and I know,
 And I think back to the man you've become and I love you,
 And I thank back...then I thank God.

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ONE STEP AT A TIME

adventure, growing up, hip hop, repetition, word play

A ONE STEP AT A TIME ©
Life is but a hopscotch path
Players vying for placement
Rules to follow aground
Tokens used for good luck
Practice runs lead to safe landings
Over ever-changing terrains
Hop skip and jump!

Land on a crack
You break your Mudder’s back
Marbles fill a bag of loot
Once directed into home holes
Missed turns are your takings
Marbled cat eyes forever coveted!
Crayons come in packs
Pick a colour to your taste
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Black is for rain clouds
Gone is a sun yellow

A is for Apple-
B is for Bunny-
C is for caterwauling
Letters up for a draw
Lettered tongues speak
The bad, good and the ugly
Making mountains out of mole hills!
Name-calling never hurts 
Pain hurts from thrown stones
Calling one to take a chance
Towards another hopscotch
With hop skips and jumps
One step, two steps, three steps more!

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Fool

Confusion,
you betrayed me.

Sadness,
you betrayed me.

Hurt,
you betrayed me.

Anger,
I trusted you.


07/12/15

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Unfinished Love Affair

Unfinished Love Affair

It's been so long since I've seen you.
Don't know how or why you remain,
At the forefront of my memory,
But you do and will always remain.
 
Time has passed, and the years have aged us.
What can replace the time we spent,
In our younger days.
Talking, dreaming and planning a life.
Laughing and hoping as time passed us by,
Our friendship would be never-ending.
 
Well, the years have passed,
We have all gone our separate ways,
But the talks we had,
And the dreams we dreamed still linger today,
As unfinished dreams and incomplete endings.
 
The dreams we shared,
Still bring joyous tears when I think,
How time has slipped past.
But yet I see your face as I did then,
Beaming with life, smiling and carefree.
 
Those were the days of happy tears,
And unfinished love affairs.

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Perception

Just when I thought you knew me well
You're bothered by what circulates and surely I can tell
I know you heard about Georgia peach, i.e. Ashley
I know you feel like my past girls are still mad me for...
I see you couldn't finish your statement
I'm hard to satisfy and I'm never complacent
And by the time I find myself comfortable enough
There's a break up that follows, the recovery is tough but...

You think I'm ringing their phones
You think I'm owning a throne
You think since all these people love me that I'm never alone
You think that I'm not over her
We're cool, but I don't talk to her
You think that I love starting over and my past is a blur
You think... Ugh... You think that we could be something
You judge me when I say my feelings are nothing
I hate what this is becoming

Blinded by your thoughts, I can't figure your perception
How you love me so? You dismiss important questions.

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The Mayan Warrior Princess

The Mayan Warrior Princess

In eerie recurring dreams, like things seen dimly before dawn,
blurred memories of a temple pyramid resurface from an era long gone. 
My ancient soul trapped between two different worlds,
one new - the other centuries old,
remind me that I have been here before,
and of that I am absolutely sure.
Familiar faces and scenes from a past life I see,
recollections of Piedras Negras continue to haunt me, 
with images of Lady K’abel, Mayan warrior princess, I used to be.
Time’s reluctant prisoner, I sense it will never set me free.

In a foggy haze, like a sleepwalker in sluggish slow motion,
body painted cobalt blue, I am ready for my heavenly mission.
Midnight velvet hair flowing, I lie on a red bloodstained stone altar,
as temple priests prepare me for the sacred sacrificial slaughter.
Piously chanting their practiced prayers in unison,
they adulate the gracious gods for a new divine king’s ascension.
The sharp knife swiftly pierces my sweating, feverish virgin skin,
but reliving this scene, I no longer feel pain or anything.
And as the universe greedily grasps my restless soul, I float into oblivion
knowing the harvest will be renewed and ultimately, I will be reborn.


Note: This poem is dedicated to my maternal great grandmother who was
a Mayan. The Piedras Negras, mentioned above, was a thriving Mayan 
city-state in Guatemala, Central America, from about mid-7th century BC
century BC to about 850 AD. While this site is considered remote, during my 
childhood, I visited frequently with family who still live in this fascinating region. 
When I visit, I am completely at home and the experiences are amazingly 
mystical. Piedras Negras means "black stones" in Spanish. The name in the 
language of the Classic Maya has been read in Maya inscriptions as Yo'k'ib', 
meaning "great gateway" or "entrance."

06-25-2014

Contest:     Past Lives 
Sponsor:    Carolyn Devonshire
Placement:  3rd

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splitting heart ache


visions of you
romantic visions of just us two
can these visions be possibly true

dreams of you
wonderful dreams of just us two
are these dreams really really true

my heart is now black and blue
my heart was once for you
my heart is now broken

in two

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New Year's Eve Ballad

New Year's Eve Ballad

It’s true one year just ended
And that another one began
In places crowds did gather
They drank and offered cheer
There was singing and ‘twas dancing
Celebrating the New Year.

As a child I do remember
This special time of year
When bedtime was extended
And the neighbors were all there
Together at the strike of twelve
Celebrating the New Year.

And as I grew much older
As did the other friends I know
We continued all to gather
As this special time did near
We talked of all the years past
Celebrating the New Year.

So many friends are gone now
So many that I knew
But always I remember
The times that we did bear
I think of them now as I am
Celebrating the New Year.

Last year we met such challenges
Not all glory, not all fun
But stood each with the other
As we chased away the fear
We faced just ‘one day at a time’ and now are
Celebrating the New Year.

Cheers I say to others
As I pop the cork and drink
Thinking now all days are special
Though life sometimes does seem unfair
Still I drink to health and happiness
Celebrating the New Year.

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Something About Nothing

Something About Nothing
(2007)

It seems as if I’m giving my everything for nothing.
This conflict really means something to me, 
Because my everything are all of my hopes and dreams 
To become anything that want to be.

My talents are all that I own: Poetry, Art, My life’s song…
But nothing is never where it supposed to belong.
Nothing begins a lie of Truth or Dare.
Creating millions of pieces of my heart without care.

Nothing is making something; a fool out of me…
Bringing along anything that causes misery.
It drifts me away from actuality.
Who I am now, I am not destined to be!
Yet nothing can tell me - “Everything will be ok” 
But if something goes wrong “Nothing.” is all I’m left to say. 

I have fought for nothing!
Stood up for nothing!
Gave up Everything for NOTHING!

And this conflict really means something, you see….
Because you are Nothing and Everything is me!

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Revel In The Moment

Revel in the moment of now
knowing time will never repeat.
You must live on the edge of wow
or your dreams may end in defeat.

Knowing time will never repeat
cherish every fleeting second.
Or your dreams my end in defeat
in a way you had not reckoned.

Cherish every fleeting second
making the most of each new day.
In a way you had not reckoned
time will stealthily slip away.

Making the most of each new day
you must live on the edge of wow.
Time will stealthily slip away
revel in the moment of now.



10/1/2016

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Let love lead you home

Lost in the world, no direction, no love, to be found,
No one cares for you, animosity knows no bounds.
When you're off course, you need not be alone,
A little help is all you need, let love lead you home.

Love is the compass, when you're astray in the woods,
Languishing in the darkness, you feel, gone for good.
A glimmer of hope, when, someone finds where you roam,
Let love lead the way, let love lead you home.

Temptation is abundant, too easy to go astray,
Loyalty is the director, helps to show you the way.
Show your thankfulness, for the love you've been shown.
Let love lead the way, let love lead you home.

John Derek Hamilton   October 21,2015

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If you have courage

If you have courage...

If you have courage...
You will, open your eyes
If you have courage...
You will not believe all their lies

If you have courage...
You will get up when you stumble
If you have courage...
You will always try to stay humble

If you have courage...
You will begin on your destination
If you have courage...
You will always humbly accept direction

If you have courage...
You will always open your mind
If you have courage...
Peace and happiness you will find

If you have courage...
You will try to understand others
If you have courage...
You will see all men as your brothers

If you have courage...
You will, try to see my point of view
If you have courage...
You will, better understand you

If you have courage...
You will, search for the truth
If you have courage...
You will not allow despising of your youth

If you have courage...
You will examine all the facts
If you have courage...
You will defend the truth from all attacks

If you have courage...
You will not follow the crowd
If you have courage...
You will testify out loud

If you have courage...
You will seek answers to your questions
If you have courage...
You will accept them without hesitation

If you have courage...
You will confess your faith in God
If you have courage...
You will not care when they call you odd

If you have courage...
You will understand why you believe
If you have courage...
You will not be easily deceived 

If you have courage...
You will stand by your convictions
If you have courage...
You will help others with their contradictions

If you have courage...
You will not fear impending disaster
If you have courage...
You will have already obeyed God as your master


Do you have courage?


John Derek Hamilton
December 08,2016

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Castle in my mind

In this castle
Created in my mind
A tree,
This tree
A scar
A jagged one 
Still healing
Blood dripping
Forms a path

Two watchmen
Chipping away
Away at it's skin
Creating holes
To suck out blood
Warning others 
To follow the path

The path
A constant path
Almost invisible 
Leaves an endless highway
That will not be seen
From 

Far away

it forms a thin
Long and Knotted trail
Small black dots
On this pathway
Twisting and turning 
Around the tree
In this castle
Created in my mind

None have wondered
Where this path goes
They follow the crowd
The sounds
Constant sounds
Almost silent
Leave prints
That will be heard 

Far away 


Calluses, Sores, and scabs 
Created 
From the non-stop endless migration
The rhythmic pecks
The perpetual stomps
Of these creatures
in my mind

Forever 
Endless
As it seems
When will one 
break through it's sea

The truth 
An unknown truth
Can be turned into 
Lies
The destination unknown
Cannot be reached 
As it is
So

Far away

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A Better Time

I remember the time our limbs were intertwined
Holding and kissing one another 
Feeling the excitement of a new romance
But that was long ago

Linking arms as we walk the promenade
Stopping to linger in a lustful kiss
Letting the world pass us by
But that was long ago

Dancing side by side
Your body heat radiating onto mine
Learning the mystery behind your eyes
But that was long ago

Laughing and telling jokes
Wondering if you saw through my façade
Hoping your hand would brush past mine
But that was long ago

Waving shyly as you smile
A new face brought into my life
Thinking you might be someone special
But that was long ago

Feeling the pain of brash decision
The fear of guilt presses on
Stuck in the nostalgia of a better time
But this is now
And that time was long ago

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Such a beautiful feeling

Such a beautiful feeling

I see the sunrise, 
and it's no surprise
that,
I see the love light,
that shines in your eyes

I feel like I'm dreaming...
and it's,
such a beautiful feeling!

I greet the new day, 
sending kisses your way
so happy just knowing 
that you'll always stay

Now, 
our sad hearts are healing...
and it's,
such a beautiful feeling!

Chorus
I've never had this feeling before
but it feels so wonderful,
every day I love you,
more and more
and it feels so beautiful!

Now, I see you there,
and I stop and stare
It's a wonder just knowing,
that you really care.

Our shuffled hearts, 
we're now dealing...
and it's,
such a beautiful feeling!

You know it's true,
I'm crazy for you,
and I'm pretty sure,
you're feeling it too.

Now, 
your love's got me reeling...
and it's,
such a beautiful feeling!

So I wrote down this song,
so glad I belong,
to someone so special,
who won't do me wrong.

Now,
true love is revealing...
and it's,
such a beautiful feeling!

Chorus
I've never had this feeling before
but it feels so wonderful,
every day I love you,
more and more
and it feels so beautiful!

Now, your love's got me reeling
and it's, such a beautiful feeling!

Yes, it's such a beautiful feeling!
Repeat two times
fade to zero

John Derek Hamilton
June 20, 2017

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Inside My Anxious Mind

Every thought screams,
All such drama queens,
I forget everything else,
And attend to their needs…
Anxiety is eating me alive.

It’s not rational,
It’s not voluntary,
It’s more like mental rape,
Probably hereditary...
Anxiety is eating me alive.

Inside its stomach,
I grow depressed,
Please vomit me out,
So I can finally rest…
Anxiety has eaten me alive.

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Sound and Uncrossed Dreams

A sigh--
as strong as the 
rivers' flow,
where dark pain
forces the flower.

Oh! To sleep through sound
and uncrossed
dreams.

My mind groans 
for the woman
just beneath
the great horn.

The years drop off sharply
into the river,
just beneath the bridge--

to flow back to the sea. 

To evaporate and come at us from a different angle...



Next time?

Best Repetition Poems | Poetry

The Best Repetition Poems

Yet My Mind Holds Invincible Summer Hues

To Take Each Day As It Comes

Hoping that it might be you

Write My Life

Quirks

Midnight In The Library

God's Strength, God's Word, God's Love

Tale Of Righteous And Just Demise Of Old Jack

I think back

ONE STEP AT A TIME

Fool

Unfinished Love Affair

Perception

The Mayan Warrior Princess

splitting heart ache

New Year's Eve Ballad

Something About Nothing

Revel In The Moment

Let love lead you home

If you have courage

Castle in my mind

A Better Time

Such a beautiful feeling

Inside My Anxious Mind

Sound and Uncrossed Dreams