When you feel sick, shadows take their place,
I long to hold you, touch your gentle face.
Yet barriers rise, unseen but firm and tall,
They keep me distant, though I give my all.
I dream of walking through the stormy air,
To whisper comfort, show how much I care.
But fate erects a wall I cannot cross,
And every step feels heavy with its loss.
Still in my silence, prayers surround your bed,
Soft wings of hope will circle where you tread.
Though I am far, my spirit stays so near,
It fights the distance, conquers doubt and fear.
When sick fades, may sunshine warm your sky,
No chains, no walls, no shadows to deny.
For then, at last, my love will freely flow,
Beside your soul, the place I long to go.
In the woods lurks the grey angel;
Wingless and disillusioned, he awaits
The onset of diarrhoea,
Bismarck’s jocular displeasure
And the seagull’s lugubrious weightlessness –
Later than previously, he erects
A flag made of wormwood
Brought all the way
From the ceiling of an underground café in East Berlin -
He sighs….and it is like someone playing
A musical saw: it expresses harmoniously
His perpendicular musical soul –
Expecting nothing, he is perpetually disappointed
By the visitations of crones desirous of petty miracles,
Of repentant tax-gatherers requesting absolution,
On New-Age moongazers seeking enlightenment,
Of people who desire certainty, answers,
Of people who pursue truth and self-righteousness,
Of people who just want to see what an angel,
Any angel looks like. Only these curious rubbernecks
Touch his bland and ironic soul with a faint luminosity –
Their enthusiasm for life, if crass and tawdry,
At least provides the salt which otherwise
Has lost its flavour….a pity
That it just rubs salt into his wounds.
He who is silent is often the most brilliant of men,
He doesn’t throw his plastic bottles into the sea,
He walks in the forest, so as not to offend anyone,
He knows that under the stone there are vipers,
He who is silent, can build a castle,
Away from the world, in the black mountains,
In Naples or Veneto, in the Rhine valley,
It erects a keep that resists the icy winters,
Whoever keeps quiet, can limp across Arizona,
He finds the light hidden from the other puppets,
He writes poems for Indians and bears,
He sees what cosmonauts and presidents think,
He who is silent, admires the cruise ships,
He knows the value of the silence of the high mountains,
He knows how to rise above vulgar men,
And find a road that even the gods don’t know.
FIRE OF MIND
Fire of mind bursts
and burns lust
removing rusty crust
of malice - mingled dust.
Fire of mind fights fear,
makes mind fresh clean clear,
erects head higher.
Holy heart displays blazing flyer.
Serene pristine soul in prayer.
Fire the purifier.
Synergy erects God's love
In Ego's monopolizing face,
in wounded hearts,
in monoculturing
monotheistic minds
Of economic
and political Chaos
Sun enlightened Synergy
resurrects God's omnipotent
resilient
polyculturing compassion.
Thumb crush caterpillar fuzz follicle woven wire bent
Pipe cleaner indetectibly clamps fluttery paper crepe
Tiny tear splinter injury etched on crinkled parchment
Puncture forms an institute to forthwith contemplate
Together classified as flower, louloudia beauty flaunt
Plumage lurid thrives beside finite petal flop contrast
Tactical iron hand velvet glove primes formal contort
Proclamations crafted after careful strategy prefaced
Ruffled rogue construct erects its garish occupation
Origami hegemony laughs at limp stemmed genuine
Traditional rotted rose heavy heads rely on hydration
Pointed silver skewer stamen expands phenomenon
Sixteenth February
- Pseudo Society -
Between each archway fingerprint
Remnant headstone carving intricate
Decodes dusty cold cave hieroglyphics
Dirty criss crossed city disposes its sacred
Therapist picks information, laden orchid
Reaps apples, red atoms accumulated
Unwound reveal his raw core seed
Drenches cortex, a sculptor's paste
Presses wet clay to her gluttonous shape
Vessel cool vase impervious as nature's sage
Erects their next century in verdant scape
Cracked terracotta, craft invigorates
Discerned strange through merged lenses
Eternity guaged by trajectories blended
Vehemently slapped at session end
Melted muscles dispel defences
Tutorials mould her, ripe to manipulate
Watertight tomb hosts wisdom ingrained
Eon bridging limber fingers arrange bouquet
2nd July
Sensually
Sent to grateful receivers, tied tissue paper package
Thinnest high pitched crinkles subdue outside sound
Drama sits by desire's side, scrunched ball wreckage
Item shines silent where tempting excitement's found
Picked up then turned in tunnel light, trim translucent
Resplendent sexual asset show, shop front renowned
From suicidal prospect, she radiates ready road ahead
Track paved in pledges strictly forbidding promiscuity
Attempting claimant admits her promises are pretend
Selecting occurs in empty moments, potential aligned
Perfecting her pitch to victims strewn along spectrum
Hypergamy erects ladders, to one's class not confined
Feminine walks lace edge assurity, swish skirt pretty
Tightly tuned to humour tugging tower church chime
Sprawl peals of laughter tartan on grass sits a picnic
Intimating intentions when ecstacy resonates from loins
Parading a masquerading charm, undeniable ticked time
Dishes out affection already demised lest limitless coins
12th February
Wealth Reflects Affection
Statues of Darwin
David J Walker
Cayotes claim what they can of
The daylight hours hounded by the
Windblown November sun
Below the Mesa
No better than the
Blazing days of the summer
Only colder
Every rock looks the same
Every plant a chameleon
Every insect a meal in a race for
Its life
Here the world is cruelly honest
About its business and
Indifference to death
Here, life is recycled
Without ceremony nor prayer
Language needs no interpretation
Reading is seeing and reacting
And each species erects its own
Statues of Darwin
Nowadays it’s difficult to live as an uneducated
Un-education is a curse- it’s known to all-wise
Wisdom sometimes unable to show the right path
Path erects many roots where grow puzzling ideals
Ideas of life bring conflicting doctrine in believers
Belief is truth for who believes, not for equal to real
Reality can dig out the past, present to show the true
Truth, though is an undeniable piece of any knowing
Knowledge of certain books garrote the curious learned
Learning on the natural ways is prohibited heritage
Heirs of the ancient lit up fatalistic light everywhere
Where the conscience keeps losing power to followers
Following is not wicked but a blind brain imports nothing
Things of biased acumen can abuse the value of anything
29.08.2020 Chattogram
***Note***
I want to learn everything through new ways
Although for that I have to be uneducated
The knowledge of the old scriptures is not suitable for me
Because I am learning myself with conscience everyday
A nudge
A push
A shove
Seems like it’s all I know how to do
A wall once built so high crumbled down by your love
Now quickly re-erects and I crawl back to that safe haven
It’s a sanctuary I retreat to and hide behind when I am most vulnerable
I do not mean to push you away
My flaws
My insecurities
They sometimes get the better of me
Those are the times I need you most
When I push please don’t abandon me
Pull me into your embrace that is what I need
I know
I am complicated
An idiot you may call me
Pushing people away is the only way I know how to communicate the words
‘I need you now more than ever’
Please bear with me
I feel most and I care most
I do not push you away because I no longer need you
Sometimes I bear the burden just so you can find happiness
I love you enough to sacrifice my happiness for yours
To those who took their stand and found the will to stay even when I was unbearable
I am forever thankful
To those who left
I understand
I am sorry
Please do be happy….
! Alas when I am often frozen, and or so cold;
I feel my skins sparkle, a risen
My state of my skin in excitement, chilled or in pains;
I a risen
Small bumps appear on the surface of my skin
As my hair erects, by this effect
Rounded dots do emerge stimulus neurotransmitter;
The cold has just given me goosebumps
Spiritual chills often directed from guided Angels;
transient paresthesia confirming an underlying truth;
Spiritual chills one of the first psychic senses to open up skin tissue loose
skin tingling, tingling, tingling hair erecting microscopic bumps risen up
and goosebumps are often for those on a spiritual path
whether they done something wrong or right
2/25/20
For N-A Rerun 5 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: John Hamilton
written on 11/6/19 entry date
For original "Goosebumps Poetry Contest"
Sponsored by: Delilah Ventura
HERO
He erects his head always high.
On every step one can rely.
Accomplished in any good deed,
with clean open mind each can read.
Compassion, his prime quality.
Righteous, holding bold personality.
Criticism he never bothers,
but brings inspiration to others.
Not compromising with injustice.
Never hesitant ready to sacrifice.
09/28/19
Word Count 50.
Third Place
'Any Poem You Want To Write in 50 Words or Less'
Contest by Caren Krutsinger
The signs scream in color gray,
autumn warnings in cold wind
dead leaves exposed in scars
new season comes, shiver brings ...
Landscape dressed as a wake
hides joy and shows sadness
it seems that here is purgatory
not holy land of mother nature ...
But flowers look to victory
flowering fields and orchards
burn the bitterness with glory
And life reborn and erects altars
to the natural triumph of renewal.
elder turns fresh magic, annual ...!
GARDEN IN SPRING
At my garden gate guests are greeted by Magnolia tree
Witch hazel shrubs show spring blooms
displaying glittering golden touch.
Small bulbs of scilla in sapphire blossom.
Deepest pleasure dances in delightful daffodils.
Rhododendron erects arrogant perches holding scarlet posies
Muscars embrace glossy green grass under tall tulips.
Primrose seems jewel of garden on sudden glance
Hyacinths garnish garden gorgeous glorious
in color and fragrance.
Peonies on hedge shrubs peep at end of Spring
Spring gust blows ringing wind chime
once gifted by my Dad,
bringing His blessings
02/22/19
Re-edited on 03/12/22
Spring Showers or Spring Flowers
Contest by Regina Mc kuIntosh
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