Last night I dreamt of doing a challenge
Driving to the bottom of a lake
Twice without a breath
As I started down into the deep
I realized it would be much smarter
To use a depth finder first.
Realizing my obvious folly
I swam for the surface as hard as I could
But ended up needing a breath
Before I got there.
In the morning I see this is a symbolically
Deep dream of exploring the unconscious
Naively and playfully thinking it will be fun
Only to realize, too late
That it is instead filled with the unknown
Potentially bottomless.
(8/11/26)
Something missing
Seems to be our lot
Living as we do in
Seeming separation..
Shocking and not
To find no finder
To find something
Is not missing...
My Special Poet Poetry Contest- Tom Woody
This poem is dedicated to Speaks Volumes, PS Poet.
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Quote: I know there is a place for me in this world, as I am needed. – Speaks Volumes (Wendy Horder)
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She is lover of family, sharp in thinking new
Perhaps a bit sharp in words, unmerciful too
Even before you think that you do know her well
All about your heart is calculated by her still
Knowing world better, her fact-finder job was swell
She is spirited, pious, lively & rhymes well
Vigor, value, family & friends she admires
Oblivious to concerns of health, she inspires
Little does she fear, stubborn doter, dog lover
Ultimate love is her quality gem, artless dear
More than anything else she adores poetry
Engrosses in shape-poetry & mystery
She loves humor, wit, wisdom, above all her country.
Perhaps I was born to pursue
Always a seeker - a finder
Because I am not - And I will not
I am a seeker
Although not a contest - victorious
A forever state of mind
Perhaps It is my fate
Looking to crystal
Destiny set in stone
- forever alone
Expensive lampshade like made of gold
With soulful stories to be told
But deep inside, it is bruised
For, in the deepest pit, it cruised
The sitting crowns brought it to sails
A silent witness to their triumphs and fails
It had a taste of their spank
And in their sinking, it also sank
In the moment of their destruction
It had its taste of desolation
But then, a finder brought it to life
In field of war, amidst strife
The memories of its yesterday
Comes more hurting day by day
But the amber of its light
Paves for a morning, fair and bright
Creative writing prompt poetry contest
2nd place
Judged September 2, 2023 PST
In the dark night through the forest deep,
I need to travel for I’ve promises to keep.
I lose the track of time in the entangled misery sly,
the effort to reach the destination seems a futile try.
An opaque sheath of gloom falls from poignant canopy,
I never reach the end of the distressed journey.
Life engulfed by darkness, mind mangled in agony,
with faint hope I search for someone to guide me.
A forlorn moment flashes from afar an instant light,
the new sun rises from the enlivened horizon bright.
Its golden rays tunnel the way to my freedom goal,
the source of the guiding light I find in my soul.
To the glowing essence of the divine light I surrender,
the eternal absolute then becomes my path finder.
With love and empathy the wounds of my misery heal,
the touch of the supreme in me I always want to feel.
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May 31, 2023
Contest : W T F
Sponsored by : John Lawless
As if you care
Serial killer of the spirit
Finder of fault
Happily dissatisfied
Microscopic examiner
Master of cruel detachment
Offering negative affection
Player of head games
Restless prowler
Spreading unhappiness
Stalker
User of verbal abuse
Wrecker of relationships
You have become transparent.
The game is ended.
You are not a Valentine.
No one has seen you,
Oh! Almighty creator.
Let me be among very few,
In this beautiful nature.
I can feel you,
In each and every corner.
In my point of view,
You are within all creatures.
All want to see you,
From the large to the miniature.
Want to experience all new,
With you as a decorator.
It is universally true,
You are the vigilant supervisor.
Got no chance to review,
Oh! My only path finder.
Save the sinking ship, my captain and crews,
Please do the due,
Save it from all signs of danger.
I'm not afraid of heights
I launch myself out into the cosmos
I'm a poet, I invent wings...
This is where they burned their witch,
Half crazed, half starved Old Mother Gee,
Whimpering as they dragged her forth
‘Tis not me not me not me not me,
Then stood bound there
As if in a loutish dream
And endured those flames
Without a single scream
Causing those citizens, gathered
There to abuse and jeer,
To stand and mutter and watch
In abject horror and cankerous fear.
Twas my little poisoned needle
Driven swift and deep to the heart
So that she almost instant died
With just a silent little start
And I tied her corpse
To that burning tree
And only I knew that
She’d been set free.
I am the witch finder to seek them out;
Most nights I ride these skies enhanced
By the sacred mushroom power as down
Below my body lies held in deepest trance.
I ride those winds and I swoop and glide,
Play hide and seek with a midnight cloud
For I am the Warlock and do my will, and as I
Fly to the stars laugh my contempt out loud.
The flow of the river gives a sound.
The tone of the sound
Is little sweet or noisy.
The song of the Cuckoo gives a sign.
The hope is still alive.
We must not get crazy.
The Sunny sky over the head.
It give us strength and inner peace.
We will not be faded away.
The gossiping among friends gives a sign of love is into Us.
The quality made from support each other.
We will not be broken anyway.
Our life partners will always be with us.
They are half soul of our body.
Together we will overcome every sorrows.
Our parents are always be our well wishers.
They can be selfish for our safety.
spent time with them so they do not feel lonely.
Our teacher's are our true path finder or Guru's.
So respect them and love them.
They made your virtue and erased your bad habits.
TIGHTWAD TIMMY
Tightwad Timmy bought some very cheap meat
With fresh vege t'would be a nice tasty treat
But something was wrong
There was a strange pong
And maggots were dropping off by his feet...
FINGERLESS FRED
Fred lost his finger in a meat grinder
Offered a huge reward for the finder
But short sighted Sue
Used it in her stew
And felt poking and prodding inside her...
Written 14th January 2022.
The master artist polymath Leonardo
the self-portrait to him,a no-no
The search goes on for us to see
& fame awaits the finder of his selfie
A tuberculoid South African miner
Was lately turned down by fiancée Dinah;
What shall her decision change to also move Mount Sinai,
Her lover part time book binder
To better forget his trusted Prophetess Regina;
Very unlikely now to be a solution finder
For his being further diagnosed with life-threatening angina;
All too inauspicious to not dream of things getting finer
Even if he should clench a lucky visa to China
For nursing back his body progressively getting thinner
Or clinch the more health-protecting job of document signer
Life lover
Death mugger
Hope giver
Low sugar
Water chugger
Love lugger
Tree hugger
Silly bugger
Fun frolicker
Food fantasiser
Friend finder
Hug holder
Soft shouldered
Money shrugger
Deep diver
Divine dealer
Rift healer
Hate hater
Kindness creator
Destiny developer
Imperfect Father figure
Occasional tent rigger
Peace pursuer
Joy juggler
Plate wobbler
Poetry writer
Destiny thriver
Earth empowerer
Environment ambassador
Eden encourager
Evil eradicator
Snake stamper
Veganish validator
Animal appreciator
Wonderful wisdom warrior
Future fantasiser
Present meditator
Past appreciator
Sporty spectator
Not so bad geezer
Summertime sneezer
Bespectacled bungler
Kitchen surface scrubberer
Sad movie blubberer
Healthcare handler
Magic marveller
Movie meddler
Piano plonker
Canine craver
Book reveller
River walker
Christ carrier
Church changer
Cross celebrator
Deafness dabbler
Community keeper
Poverty challenger
Happiness harbinger
Justice instigator
Prayer purveyor
Holiness hailer
Jehovah jotter
Jesus jostler
Bible basher
Beautiful
Believer.
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