No matter what has become
Not willing to ponder or succumb
A moment of temptation's best
Breaking off wanting rest
A battle may be won
Of her gifts of nature,
once pristine flowing streams,
her green and blue majestic presence
in the infinite universe vast reaches,
My Jesus Christ left her in our care,
we must act now, not later-
for her survival.
Her earthly soul mourns as her
animals suffer, humans too,
her royal oceans with precious
marine life's waters sullied,
her rainforests plundered.
We must, as humanity,
rectify our trespasses against her,
for her survival.
Her polar regions sweating,
breaking off icebergs,
many of her kingdom species
endangered.
Stop the greed and the smokestacks
choking her air,
halt the pillaging of her resources-
for her survival.
A doomed lifelessness sprung out of me
My body resided, candid eyed
While my soul left, evaporated to escape
In the form of a single tear shed.
Such dense, my eyes could not hold the weight
They dropped it to the floor
Falling to its fate in a graceless chase
I could not see it reach its goal.
I felt light, but with unattended vacancy
A gulf possible of collapsing; I looked down,
And there were pieces of myriad gold
Breaking off the teardrop,
Flecks of my croon, singing
They were fairies who rose up to me,
I saw in them a sense of misery--
My own staring back at me.
The fairies casted a spell of my unknown
The magic perforated straight into me
Something stirred-- deceit to emptiness
Something that did not beg to break free
Maybe a soul that was stable, in peace.
I realised it was the answer to my plea,
The weight laden drop was no more
The single tear shed was a call for help
It birthed fairies who availed to it.
the character in the dream wishes to awake
imagining that its soul growth is at stake
whilst the dreamer in trance is deluded
how then may truth be concluded
unless the object ceases to respond
thereby breaking off fear and desire bond
this is the way oh hermit, just stop thinking
the truth of existence hides between eyes blinking
22-April-2023
I wonder if the “gods” have a union
a collective bargaining unit of sorts
to protect the language of their contracts,
mediate jurisdictional disputes,
proclaim that “all gods shall be compensated
in direct proportion to their minions devotion.
The “god” union would also have to discourage
any of the “gods” from breaking off to start another union
offering better or more lenient conditions.
Perhaps less severe response to crossing jurisdictional lines
allowing the minions to decide what union to join
which “god” to serve.
But wait, wouldn’t that open the door
for “open shop gods” who recognized no unions,
compensated “their” minions unequally,
offered little training, or job security?
But wait, shouldn’t all minions have the right
to work for any “god” they choose?
Who are these entrepreneurial “un-gods”
who choose to go it alone,
demand a slice of the celestial pie
and become a “god” unto themselves.
John G. Lawless
©11/24/2021
Frogs leaping in the water with a big ,splash
Wind blowing as fast as a flash
Tree branches breaking off with a loud SNAP!
Baby bird in the nests taking a nap
Lilly pads gliding across the surface
Fish swimming around like a circus
Owls in the trees exchanging a hoo for awhile
The sounds of a chirp heard from miles
Squirrels landing with a THUMP
Mushrooms growing beside tree stumps
Bee hives sounding with a buzzzzz
Dandelions filling the air with fuzz
Sunlight shining between the trees above
Chirps heard from a dove
Oct. 21, 2021
My comfort plundered in a hurricane
with umbrella spun off fortified walls.
a reckless lifeboat in crossroads switched lane,
tattered sail harbored as wailing shore calls.
An empty wooden boat with holes can't drift
rusty cleats grounded by chains can't paddle
an anchored dreamboat can't stream as tides shift.
sinking in quicksand, ... can't fight a battle.
An inert heart in night of solitude
glam of stars in blue sky decomposes
to restart life, and sail in hopes renewed
waits all seasons for rainbows and roses.
breaking off knots, my boat yearns to return
to waterways,........ before death fills its urn.
Dated 22nd May 2019
Sponsor Sara Kendrick
Contest Name: Choices
Picture No 2
Tom, Dick and Harry all walked in a line
as they wove through the jungle's tall trees,
The sounds from above sent shivers down their spines
but they all felt safe walking in threes.
'Shush...did you hear that?' whispered Tom from the back,
'something snapped in that undergrowth thick',
'Just a tree' said Harry,'with a branch breaking off '
' Even trees must get old ', snorted Dick.
As they trudged off ahead 'Did you hear that?' Dick said,
' like a rumble, it seemed very close'
'Just a storm' , Harry chirped, 'quite far off, it won't hurt,
jungles get lots of them, I suppose'
Later on, far ahead 'did you hear that?' Harry said,
'like a roar, and it sounded REAL close!',
no reply, wondered why, turned around, they were gone-
and the Tiger's breath tickled his nose.
For contest 'Shush...did you hear that?', sponsor Anthony Slausen
12th September 2018
WALKING WITH JESUS
You kiss the sky with blue
and beard it with
Your soft white clouds,
breaking off in different directions
that come and go like dreams.
Your eyes see everywhere;
they light the throne room
to Your universe.
They are a dazzling reminder
of where Heaven is.
Let me walk with You
beyond Your mountaintops.
There is no one like You.
You are the King, the promise
to a better life.
Janet Marie Bingham
J
We were in between an argument
Blaming one another
Telling how we have been hurt
From the actions
From the words uttered
We have been yelling and shouting
All this while
Where the allegations made us smile
We were in deep love
When we first met
We went to a lot of dates
And time passed alike
There was a time
When we used to count on each other
And then we were counting days since we were together
We both became intolerable
Situations were not worth dealing
One day we were into a fight
He raised his voice
And I felt like
Breaking off his throat
I was welling up so hard
He came near me to console
But this time was not the first time
He got along such thing
The very next moment
There was his body
Lying on the floor
All wet in blood
It all happened in a sentimental flood
It took me moments to realise
That I'm holding a knife
And I took somebody's life!!!
....seeped in my marrow and flesh
Can't help thinking about
those days
When you seeped in
my marrow
Those lovely hurts even in
my flesh:
You innocently arrived with
lovely trends
feeding me with ease and
Elating junks
But like a wind you
Blew strange
As if drunk in pride
and Guts
Breaking off the wall your
love built.
Barging into my heart
and soul
stealing away love,care
and joy
Even all that could make
me hope.
You made me seem as
A fool
You took my love as
A food
You consumed all without
my consent
And sent my soul wandering
in jungles.
My heart can no
longer contain
The lust poured furiously
into it:
By those brutal eyes
and words
That pierced my soul
like sword
And made it like an
ocean bleed
The ocean is flowing
even still
Needs the cause to
mend it
I'm torn by you:
your acts.
Yet,i'll be sown by you:
true love.
17:23:12:22:58
Helpless rocks rest on yesterday' s dreams
hand crocheted articles of affection pile
by my side where sole remembrance lies
in wait of one more visitor to limp my way
Chills carry with her the ache of night
frost fills the horizon as sunshine falls
yellow and blue fields barely hold life
and memories of friends and fantasy
I'll be leaving soon when the night calls
a final guest surrendering to the cold
the old breaking off bread with fragility
words echo aimlessly a slow wind dies
Indeed, a strange wedding cake!
This is real strange, I must say.
You must absolutely hear this, I pray.
Almond marzipan, on stands masked with black chocolate;
Candy laces and ribbons made its beautiful garbs.
I ponder; why in God’s name, eat all these carbs!
Seriously, are these black Fondant roses I see here?
Quite an evolution from our traditional bride’s pie!
Well…what does this imply?
Dreading a wedding life with dark future
or does it symbolize breaking off with past lovers;
Invited surely to take the party's leftovers!
As the knife cut through innocent white,
dark jelly oozes out and trickles down the levels,
staining the spotless damask into perfect designs of devils!
Red marmalade takes its turn to flow down into rivulets.
The bride and the bridegroom poke a finger, each
to share it and I hear a spine chilling screech…
All I see is their demoniac grin as I make it to the exit!
22/02/17
Contest 'Relishing cake' by Julia Ward
8th prize out of 10 - Glory
Judged 7/03/17
When of the world of doctors,I am sick.
When diagnosis is not any aid
When from the choices given, I cannot pick
Although I feel my deepest debts were paid.
Then off from thinking I must take my mind
To gaze upon the beauty of the woods
And feel the sun not fiery, even kind.
It warms and heartens even my cold blood.
The trees are calm for they have grown deep roots
Though storms may strike their trunks and branches too
breaking off new tender green tipped shoots
They sway and take it without much to do.
Strength needs flexibility and give;
With no such, the brittle shall not live
I told her, we're all just a mess an she would never see a mess that's put together like me, but I remind her, I'm a mountain she turned into an avalanche. Pieces of me have been breaking off that she keeps taking an never replaces with her love.
I'm the Titanic an she's the iceberg I've crashed into. When I saw her, I became naive to believe the most beautiful thing could ever damage me. I became the sky at midnight with beauty to hold, but she's too tired to notice.
I became the sun. They said, if you stare at me without blinking longer than ten seconds, you'd go blind. Maybe that's why she never could love me the way I loved her.
I became a tragedy that turned into art an she was wrong. I may be a mess and it's complicated to clean up, but she should've known, not to fall in love with broken glass.
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