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"THE ONE WHO REMAINS SILENT"
visions of happy encouragement and
loving growth I had been seeking-
I'll never know his name,
but it's just the same
he was the first who welcomed me...
for he was writing...and- I was writing…
and we were both writing for the exact same purpose,
intentions to enhance our passion for writing;
he has inspired that purpose in me with
a gentle reminder-
“the One who
remains Silent speaks
volumes in his
words”
many thanks Sir...
Written By: Laura Loo
Date Written: December 18, 2015
child pinned
under ruins…
hands feel the kiss of death
mute … until sand-stoned light opens
breaths twitch
2/ 10/2016
Contest:The One Who Survives
Sponsor: Sara Kendrick
*Based on an strong earthquake with a magnitude
of 7.2 in 2013. The daughter of our family friend
was dug alive after a few days.
The On Who Survives Contest
Sponsor: Sara Kendrick
Goodbye...
couldn't save her
live to tell her story
I'm a suicide survivor
miss her...
~Date Written: February 5, 2016~
*** I call myself a suicide survivor not because I tried to take my own life and lived to tell the story, but because I have lost a close family member to suicide, therefore I am a suicide survivor***
post-crash
four funerals
not my fault, mourners say
paralyzed by survivor's guilt
what now?
~The ONE who remains SILENT II~
Original Poem written: December 18, 2016
I've written it before, and I'll write it again...
~My own personal quote~
“The ONE who remains SILENT, speaks volumes with his words.”
I don't wish to know his name, it doesn't matter to me at all.
to be so compassionate and listen to the voices that go unheard,
the grace, skill and virtuosity he holds while his silence enthralls.
I'm not afraid to express my gratuitous
tidings and respect for the man who needs no name.
To be so graciously talented and expressive through his passion to write. A haiku or a free verse, it doesn't matter. The only thing that matters is that his encouragement flies freely for many poets, and he creates a fellowship built upon righteousness and justice.
He believes in fellow poets and his constant positive feedback is valued by many.
He carries an inspirational flow to his poems,
a man so quiet, yet never goes unheard,
His inspiration keeps our focus growing,
“the ONE who remains SILENT speaks volumes with his words.”
see it everyday
silence speaks so many words
genuinely cares
~Date Written: February 22, 2016~
As i gently clear away
the steam that covers the glass
suddenly!
"he" appears
and for now
"he" is temptation
the very person i fear
Although we look the same
this dead-ringer is not me at all
but a false prophet
who deceives me into running
at his beckon call
"he" controls my thoughts
rents out my face
knows my weaknesses
then begins to plot my next fall from grace
The last time
"he" magically appeared
lessons had to be taught
but nothing was learned
for once again here i stand
to begin the fight
and start the slow burn
"he" is convincing
and so very clever
i am the actor, directing myself
on the next hurtful endeavour!
It's a mystery
when "he"will check in, for a visit
i wish it was never,
but honestly, im realistic
so for today
"he" is in control
my one and only friend
but once gone
that's when the apologies start
and the sorry's never end
If you saw me today -
not that inexperienced 17-year-old woman child
whose summer-fresh face you once caressed -
would you feel again the way
I think we both were feeling at that time?
I like to believe it was love
that gazed back at me then with those dark shining eyes.
But we never said "the words."
Would your eyes still shine to see me again?
In that short time, did you love me?
We took our separate paths.
Sadly, I know not where yours led
or if you still breathe the air of this earth.
If our paths were somehow to cross again,
would you tell me if you had loved me then?
If somehow we met again and were free to be again
what we seemed to have been becoming
had we not just let it slip away. . .
could you tell me in this moment that you loved me?
A poem revised 4/21/19
for Line Gauthier's "What Was Left Unsaid" Poetry Contest
Life fading before your very eyes
So many false promises and far too many lies
Laying beside He who stands
Questioning answers and making demands.
Your meandering soul so very dark
The light slightly seen by that single spark
Crouched below the turbulent tide
With He who stands by your side.
Moonbeams and those blessed dreams
And the places only you have seen
Crawling at the feet of He who stands
Roses,their thorns and blood on your hands.
The majestic meaning of your thoughts
Your demon challenged and iron wrought
Placed as if a speck of discarded sand
All of this for the one who stands.
Forecast
Hurricane Winds
We survive, two friends drown
Unable to bury loved ones
Pray Hope
2/6/16
Siblings
growing older
one after the other
succumbing to final illness.
Alone.
Feb. 6, 2016
"The One Who Survived"
ten years
survivor gift
acoustic neuroma
hearing loss, balance, facial nerves
alive
2/9/2016
The One Who Survives - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Sara Kendrick
The One Who Finished Last in His Class
By Elton Camp
Not all teachers have equal smarts & skill
And a less able lawyer sure gives no thrill
There are found some West Point cadets
Whose graduation the academy so regrets
And the accountant who eked his degree
From him a large number of errors you see
There’s the last-place structural engineer
To cross his bridge there’s reason to fear
The almost failed pharmacist often will
Dispense to the patient a mistaken pill
The worst graduate of the beauty school
Won’t give very good hairdos as a rule
And the chiropractor who barely got by
Won’t know the right adjustment to try
The business school grad at end of the line
Won’t produce work that will be very fine
And with a medical school it’s just the same
Yet, last-place finisher, it’s doctor we name
The One Who Survived
Dumb drunk
when arrested
thought he’d hit just the tree.
Beneath his car lay my brother’s
body.
Written Feb. 8, 2016
sudden
cramp in both legs
as I fought the rough sea...
panic, calm, endurance; made it
to shore
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6th February, 2016
Contest: The One Who Survived
Sponsor: Sara Kendrick
This is a true event; happened when I was 18 or 19 years old.
Imagine what it’s like to swim with legs that become heavy like
lead, while at the back of your mind you know that the extra
effort could bring cramp to your arms as well!!
A ten minute distance became an eternity!
Cancer -
Skilled surgery
Eradicated you
I’m getting on living my life …
You died!
Contest: The one who Survives
Sponsor Sara Kendrick
Checked using how many syllables 2,4,6,8,2
02 ~05 ~16