I lost my hope, my hope is gone
my dreams of love are all but none
Where hope and love were meant to be,
a gaping void was left in me
What seemed to be loves perfect start,
has left with a shattered heart
A life of endless love, the goal
the reality, a weeping soul
Would it be open for fluid intake?
I pushed on the door and yes, it yielded.
What would we order for our thirst to slake?
The welcome was friendly, our hopes were exceeded.
Across from the bar with beer in our hands
relieved to be seated we soon felt restored.
With a mile to go we no longer had pangs
as we gathered ourselves and set out toward
the car. Outward we'd clambered four miles
It was an extra mile returning, though
it took at least an hour less and the trials
were less risky – just damn midges as foe.
I've come to the conclusion,
you can't walk both sides of the street for long,
sooner or later, you must make a decision,
pick one and stick to it, whether right or wrong.
No one is in control of everything, all the time,
so, when the situation becomes furious and fast
the hour is now to stand up, be counted,
nail your colours to the mast.
And, if not with, then you're against them,
somewhere you have to draw the line,
no matter who's side you're on,
but, as for me... I'm on mine.
Poems galore for readers to explore
Old and new offers from poets’ coffers
Embracing contest aim not seeking fame
Twenty six miles – all sorts of styles
Rich pictures unfold through writing so bold
Yielding many tales such quality prevails
Mammoth event was organiser’s intent
At all rounds, poetic prowess abounds
Race to submit as none want to quit
A miscellany of writing, the output so inviting
Ten places each mile, ten people smile
Happy to compete, others content in defeat
Onward to end of run, it’s been a journey of fun
No more waits in anticipation, nor moments of such elation
Thank you Mark!
Isreal surrounded, world turns against it
Because of inhuman acts..So geographically
The Prophecies will be fullfilled..Yet the only
Ones who will be saved out of this will be
( spiritual Jews..I E Born again beleivers.' Not
Dogmatic readers of past texts..Yet those
( who have passed from death to life ) Today..'
Today is the Day of salvation..' rend your hearts
And not your garments, accept Yeshua be one
With God.)
If you've a yen
(it's not zen)
you may bet your bottom dollar
while integrating yin yang cosmology
Chinese philosopher and scholar
Dong Zhongshu
(good old you know who)
favoured heaven worship results
over and above traditional cults
altho' a man well-read
he often wrote instead
yet to avoid confusion
knowingly said, 'Jump to assumption,
arrive wrong conclusion.'
Bleak Conclusion
(Soul Travel)
Cultivating escape
Travel on a smoky train
Destination approaching
Window searching
Are you with me?
Abundant open scenery
Emotions empty
Travel collective with embraced memories
Snap shot photography
Vacation long over due
Dancing flowers animation view
Arms wrapped around freedom
Embarked poetry sink therapeutic
Wings fly upon azure air
Rhymes drown in rhythms
Minimized stained glass windows
Travel afar
Can’t fathom many miles
A new journey captured
Bleak conclusion
Soul searching
Mind pondering
Life parallel
Travel here and there
In the midst of striving with fate,
Searching for dreams that debate,
Here’s the reason not to be afraid,
To try harder and not hesitate.
They’re celebrating milestones in life,
The smile on their face shines, like winning in light.
With glittering eyes and curving lips so positive,
The dreams they’ve drawn are now real, fulfilled.
Crying isn’t always gloomy,
It means another life that shines brightly.
Thinking of a reason to live life to the fullest,
Genuine love as the light that brightest.
The laughter that brings others happiness,
The embrace that gives the feeling warmest,
A hug that touches the heart with faithfulness,
Eye to eye, sharing a love so pureness.
Every love in their flickering eyes,
Struggling sometimes, yet it’s the prize.
The mouth that opens unpredictably,
A heart that beats with excitement and warmly.
Realizing something—the want, not the need,
The so-called freedom offers another lead.
It’s about commitment, it’s about decision,
It’s about something in everything, bringing the conclusion.
I think I’ve fallen in love,
Or maybe it’s just infatuation.
This feeling seems familiar—
Perhaps it’s you I’m seeing once more.
You were in my mind again.
I feared they’d taken you away,
That I’d never get to say goodbye,
As sleepless nights seized my inner peace.
Our boundaries have been set before,
Yet I’ve been known to cross them.
How much longer must we wait
Until I test those limits again?
Within me, a glimmer of hope—
A light slipping through the cracks.
As the wall between us crumbles,
Your perfect outline rises from the dust.
Let me have this final goodbye.
I want to tie a knot on our
Flimsy, yet never-ending story.
Such great insight, from Ezra Pound.'
Concise; and yet? Fantastic.!
Truly sound' at this current time he is
Fully in stride, voicing all the insanitys.'
So should we? ignore him?
Then its 'woe betide.!
Jubilation at last
Not tribulation
After conclusion.
Joyfully
Liberated
From all limitations.
Gratitude
Father God Almighty
Guidiance
Provision and protection.
Mother God divinity
Mother of fertility
Life giver right from the womb
Restore and rejuvenate.
Christ Light
Empowerment
Grace to flourish
Favor in all dealings.
Perspective, a spiritual experience
Have I forgotten the nature of independence?
All day long, I'm imprisoned by my conscience
Entertaining the game of my past resentment
Can anyone elude from what is evident?
My heart is heavy with persistent contrition
Haunted by the reality of an empty illusion
A light approaching that may seem distant
Overwhelmed by love that appeared to be constant
All it takes is simple submission
Manipulated by the human condition
Oh my God! Hear me as I pray
Do what you must to make me go away
When I say I’ll let you know
In conclusion, it’s delay
When you say, I have to go
In conclusion, I’m to stay
When they say, come buy my stuff
In conclusion, they are paid
To spread out a little bluff
For promotion of the trade
When we say good afternoon
In conclusion, it’s a sign
For the evening, in tune
with sweet talk and some fine wine
Should be easy to expose
what we think and feel today
In conclusion, think of rose
Throw a ball in happy play!
When we sound optimistic
In conclusion, it’s a mood
Each of us feels kind of mystic
Casting magic spells for good.
When will she ever learn?
That mending a broken glass
Much like a broken soul
Then give it back to the breaker
Will only ever result in the same situation
Haven't years of sitting in a physics class ever taught her anything?
An experiment done in same unchanged circumstances
Will always result in the same conclusion
The conclusion in this case being:
It doesn’t matter if hopes and tears are shed,
Immeasurable trust won’t save her in the end.
The multitude of hopes
That something, anything might change ever
A hope to which she holds no control over
And a thought to which she’ll always be last
She allows it
To be broken and devoured in pain in a vicious cycle
Over and over and over
In hopes, faith?
That one day, maybe some day
It’ll stop hurting
Not stop breaking, not merely heal
But ever so simply, painstakingly stop hurting.
The wind, a conductor of memories past,
whispers of boostalgia, in each gust it casts,
every play by play, blow by blow,
moves us in the direction
of refinement, victory, goal.
It carries laughter, like a playful lambada,
stirring the plot, where we can embark the
crossroads of shallow depths of flood, rescue, boat, armada, with it's tugfloat-
, antics, dote.
Upon the breeze, momentum, ab solution,
scensctes emotions,
mingles with Petrichords of spring tugging ferry
of family amalgamation, observatory.
The wind, a conductor of memories past,
whispers of nostalgia, in each gust it casts,
every play by play, blow by blow.
Vesper-wilding crystal clear antecdotes.
Where the wind can carry pain,
wound salts in exclamate whirl of spin.
It also carries a soft hum and a touch
from person to beast to person,
playing in the yard, naked, raw,
carefree,
as we begin again.
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