Contest : J With Four Options
Sponsor : Constance La France
Date : August 9, 2025
The unseen glow of omnipresent divine light
floods my possessed essence, but I don’t perceive,
for I invent free-will tenets shaping ego
in the realm of fantasized self-deception.
The stain of murky disdain blemishes my face,
I traverse the slimy ground of cardinal mud.
Life is stifled by corrupt clutch hidden within,
in penitence I feel the spiteful pangs of pain.
I travel unshackled out of despair abyss
on the journey within through consciousness layers,
perceive in the soul the flush of divine beacon,
lighting the corridor to the abode of bliss.
The ill-conceived venture of the errant mind
finds gloomy dead-end in the introspection path.
That’s when the door of the inner sanctum opens,
where the lotus blooms suffused with heavenly sheen.
The soul shines with astral radiance in deep space
with the flaring brilliance of a billion suns.
In my self-searching voyage to eternity
the inner galaxy makes me a living light.
I Surrender to The Desires of Primal Fire
Penning Words That Have not Yet Been Created
Shuddered By Mocked Phantom Elevations
Rendered Unsated!
Deepened Sense of Tangled Feelings
The Weight of My Dignity
Naked Vulnerabilities Inked
Beyond Intoxicating.
Unyielding Control Demolished by a Dreamy Kiss
Promised Passion Blooms and Ignites
Radiating Fantasized Hope
Breaking Barriers of Destined Bliss!
The self-obsessive free-will seemingly dormant,
envelopes the possessed mind with an illusory veil,
obscures the ordained destination God decides,
l need to reach, for I’m subservient of His will.
The unseen glow of the omnipresent light
floods my possessed essence, but I don’t perceive,
for I formulate the free-rule tenets enslaving the ego
in the realm of fantasized self-deception.
The stain of murky disdain blemishes the spirit,
as I traverse the slimy ground of cardinal indulgence.
Life is stifled by the corrupt clutch hidden within,
in penitence I feel the pernicious pangs of pain.
I travel unshackled out of the dark abyss of anguish,
on the inward journey through layers of consciousness,
perceive in the soul the shine of the spiritual crystal,
radiating in the inner sanctum with divine bliss.
Within the deep space of my godly awareness,
my soul sparkles with the brilliance of sacred sapphire.
In my self-searching odyssey at the edge of eternity
the luster of devout acuity turns me into a living gem.
In two weeks,
the Loy Krathong
will begin.
12th in the
Lunar calendar,
atone for a sin.
Floating specks,
like us
but in the sky.
The stars
or the lanterns;
fault of the eye.
To beg for
forgiveness
to an imaginary friend.
Hence the offerings
galore
faithful until the end.
No one has seen
Or known our humanely ruin;
but we have fantasized.
We still have mosaics,
delusions, excuses,
never considering if they were lies.
There is no such thing
as truth or deceit
in matters like this.
Strip away the skin and
flesh and bones
a soul trapped in a fist.
It beats,
the fist a prison,
and pleads to escape.
It tries until
it gives up one day,
then it is too late.
So take a fragment
of your essence
hold it in the tips
of your fingers.
Watch! Its
pure joy
converts into light
and its warmth lingers.
Once you release it, the light, your
spirit,
floats in a ship of parchment;
you’re too late, you believe.
But then a glow
slits into your eyes;
you made it part of the sky,
your soul is free.
I fantasized of a possibility we couldn't foresee,
a reality I would grasp between my dusted fingers
before it slipped away into the reaches of beaches,
in the shorelines' bays of an emotion that still lingers.
I'd walk with you in the crystal ball of our fate,
encased in a clear dewdrop of peace so undesecrated.
We'd dream of an angel-eyed crimson enclosure,
where we'll hide our daggers and sharp opinions.
That unlawful loving thinking that forged our home,
does its embers keep you warm where I couldn't?
Do you think of me as a lurking burden never known,
or am I the tangled knots in your life you'd comb?
But you keep my heart wrenched and unchanged.
it sinks my hopes but I can't help and figure you'd
leave me reeling for a feeling you couldn't pay,
yet all your kind signs give me shine and disarray.
You fill the gaps dug by my angers, I promise
my hopes aren’t a future unpraised and dishonest.
I kissed a witch one Hallow’s eve
I then intended just to leave
The party hadn’t fit my bill
And yet I stayed against my will
The costumes ran from fun to fright
An eerie green infused the light
When I walked in and saw her face
I fantasized of her embrace
I had not costumed for the rave
Perhaps, I’m simply not that brave
So I wore black and so it seemed
That struck her fancy, her eyes beamed
I kissed a witch and now I know
She was no sham, no bogus show
With one kiss, I was swept away
I knew I’d never felt that way
So when you wander in the night
On Halloween, now you just might
Enjoy my fate, so be aware
Of witches’ kisses, if you dare
A drop of rain rippled down my hair
A drop of blood oozed through my tear
I drenched in thoughts of uncanny fear
I closed my eyes with the vision of a seer
I wished to untrap tragedy behind a cheer
I wished to be a messiah of God
I wished to battle against all odd
I wished to propagate uncynical thought
I wished to cater people in times of need
Like a man of prowess shining in his deed
I opened my eyes to melt the barrier
Between what I am and what if I could have been a savior
All the heroism I portrayed in my fantasized sphere
I wish I could make them real
Like the drop of rain falling on my hair
I was a lttle girl, so wistfully in thought back then.
Wearing a silk kimona, dreams of a sivered, shiny pen.
A special place in my heart, then, suddenly came to be,
Bright pink, soft turquoised robe, quite heavenly.
It was this little girl’s gifted.yummy yet holy solitude,
The blue moon and stars, gave her freedom and latitude.
I had no dreams to grow to be just like everyone on the
planet.
Choosing to be my own shooting star, not run by rules
made of granite!
I fantasized a room of bright, pink floating lotuses about me.
And that personal space, so long ago, lifted me, so I fly freely,
sans approving commentary.
Words do not impress me, but affectionate and soulful, warm
people do.
They are the ones encouraging me to live my life as a moonburst
of satisfying breakthroughs.
4/16/2024
I wondered!
Holding the warm, steaming mug of coffee in my hand.
What surprises awaited me in……
Poetry Soup Land.
I fantasized!
A future with impressive poetry writes.
But realized, that might never be,
It’s not me, and does not sit right.
I accepted!
My simplicity and that works best for me.
I released that which shall never be
Thus took to walk to share my dreams
With the shining,waves of the sea !
I realized.
I was blessed each shining day of my full,
long life.
Most will never see my age, they think,
being young, are free from strife!
I experienced.
More sorrows, pain, joys than
they will possibly ever feel.
And thus keep my poetry forever, quite simple and real.
I lived.
Through the histories they pen,
so eloquently about.
I choose the present, to pen and shout about!
5/25/2024
The self-obsessive free-will ever seemingly dormant,
envelopes the mind with an illusory veil transient,
obscures the decreed destination God ordains,
l need to reach, for I should submissively at His will.
The camouflaged glow of the omnipresent light
floods my possessed quintessence, but I don’t discern,
for I formulate the free-rule tenets enslaving the ego
in the revered realm of fantasized self-deception.
I travel unshackled out of the dark abyss of despair,
on inward journey through the layers of awareness,
perceive in the soul the shimmer of the divine beacon,
lighting up the lane leading to the abode of bliss.
When the ill-conceived endeavor of the migrant mind
finds the dead end dark in the introspective pensive path,
the prime portal of the innate consciousness opens,
where the essence blooms permeated by divine light.
My soul shines with astral radiance in the space within
with the flaring brilliance of thousand suns,
in my self-searching odyssey at the edge of eternity
I’m illumined by heavenly galaxy in the inner sanctum.
On the dock, we took a step into the storm
When wood glades are full of colorful forms,
We were both awed and warm as we spoke
Many of us believe life is a joke
The winter sun sparkled as it set west
Kissing my crying child, I hold it to my breast
We fantasized over a world without ailments
After an exhibition, snap public impalement
Due to the wuthering event, my mood can shift
In a wild sea of turmoil, we felt our lives adrift
I'm retracted by the unexpected rage
Some have died or escaped over the ages
It urges me to be humane to my brittle chunks
Quit obeying bail, leapers, striders, and drunks
I relax when I find my vitality still in my core
Yet I tried and couldn't find any doors
Windy gusts beat the glaze, making it elegant
To execute it in virtually every element
Perusing the Apocrypha in the glow of a fire
Excessive nothingness may render a man a liar
I waited, expecting a spectacular twist.
The ridiculous spike and rope on the wrist.
Written: May 29, 2023
It was the dresser few could have visualized
I spotted it in the flea market as fantasized
Patterns most would have been able to think up or paint
Created by an artesian whose designs are never faint
This dresser had a signature, not any kind of surprise
So marvelously orchestrated it nearly hurt my eyes
It was a gorgeous dresser, which would look great by my bed.
I only paint one of a kind things, the artist apologetically said.
My Fantasy Future
I wondered!
Holding the warm, steaming mug of coffee in my hand.
What surprises awaited me in
Poetry Soup Land.
I fantasized!
A future with impressive poetry writes.
But realized, that will never be,
It’s not me, and does not sit right.
I accepted!
My simplicity and that works best for me.
I took off that which shall never be, and took a walk to the shining sea!
I realized.
I was blessed each day of my
long life.
Most will never see my age, they think, being young are free from strife!
I experienced.
More sorrows, pain, joys than
they will ever feel.
And thus keep my poetry forever, quite simple and real.
I lived.
Through the histories they pen
so eloquently about.
I choose….. the present to pen and shout about.
5/5/2023
Most confining and to the decencies,
Feebled feelings and enslaved alternates,
Oddly detached, from them degradations,
Of whimpered whines and conceived illusions.
The reliance on the diminished decisiveness,
The age past then that's best in stewardship,
Oddly detached from the practice in manship,
The dependence on them downed possessions,
Of untimely prowess, times of emancipations,
But conceitedly troubled with fantasized them,
The perceived attachments to concise illusions.
#Aug_2022
The self-obsessive free will seemingly dormant,
envelopes the mind with an unreal veil transient,
obscures the ordained pathway God paves,
that l need to travel for it’s designed at His will.
The unseen glow of the omnipresent light
floods my possessed essence, but I don’t discern,
for I formulate life’s tenets encompassing the ego
in the ignorant realm of fantasized self-deception.
Unshackled out of the dark abyss of despair, I take
an inward journey through layers of consciousness,
perceive in the soul the radiance of divine beacon,
illumining the corridor leading to the abode of bliss.
After the ill-conceived venture the errant mind
finds the gloomy path of introspection lightened,
the secret door of the inner sanctum opens,
where suffused with divine light the lotus blooms.
When the soul shines in spiritual glow in inner space
as the unfurled petals of the consciousness flower,
in my self-searching odyssey at the edge of eternity
I perceive the grace of God within the sacred bud.
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August 26, 2022
Contest : Where Is God Hiding
Sponsored by : Unseeking Seeker
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