I needed it, a newly found start
To sit by the ocean
relieve my blue heart
mugged of my delusions
Harshly thrown into reality
Overthinking
really makes me lose my sanity
Old worries leave
New troubles await
Thy Sane brain needs a break
For at rest it thinks
If I were a changed soul
Would things be different
Would I be whole
I needed it, a newly found start
To sit by the ocean
relieve my blue heart
mugged of my delusions
Harshly thrown into reality
Overthinking
really makes me lose my sanity
Old worries leave
New troubles await
Thy Sane brain needs a break
For at rest it thinks
If I were a changed soul
Would things be different
Would I be whole
I needed it, a newly found start
To sit by the ocean
relieve my blue heart
mugged of my delusions
Harshly thrown into reality
Overthinking
really makes me lose my sanity
Old worries leave
New troubles await
Thy Sane brain needs a break
For at rest it thinks
If I were a changed soul
Would things be different
Would I be whole
Round and round we go,
Growing within the flow,
Slowly showing signs,
Aligning with the Divine,
The shine to bright to hide,
Exposing the Divide,
Decide to cut the chain,
Retrain your brain,
Maintain a sense of purpose,
Your a service to the world,
Moving toward peace,
Release all doubt,
It's all you've dreamed about,
A sprout coming to bloom,
Groomed by the spirit,
You can hear it within,
Begin to listen,
As glistening lights appear,
Have no fear,
They are here for you,
True to your intention,
They heal the dimension,
Your attention is necessary,
Scary is a word defined,
To keep you unrefined,
Running around blind,
Until its "you" that you find.
As I wake within the rose of wilderness
my eyes are aroused
by twilight's soft glow surrounding your face
in a wondrous shroud of glimmering illumination
leaving me breathless
giving rise to the heart beat you hear
in this evening of silent raptured luminosity
Where you and I beseech the sun to undress the stars
that quietly appear, as the sunset bows to the night
in a red splayed sky filling the horizon
opening the night's stage of enchantment
inviting romantic scenes that we'll play
in a pulsating atmosphere
filled with heavenly flickering gleams
that wash across the black sky
to shine on the vivid colored blossoms of our soul
dancing with a shimmering magical intimacy
from a soft breeze of tranquility
binding our senses to the aroma
covering the luster of our enraptured heart
as we transformed into lovers
lost on an island of fragrant perfume and passion
surrendering ourselves to be prisoners
where we were tortured by the taste of touch
that purified us
on the altar of love's breathless embrace
In labyrinthine longing,
where my weary spirit
roams,
I seek an effervescent
haven to call my home.
A luminescent refuge where
the anxious heart finds rest,
Where benediction
whisper and the soul is truly
blessed.
Amidst the cacophonous
clamor of this transient
world,
Your peace, oh Lord, is an
opalescent banner unfurled.
A paradisiacal sanctuary,
inviolable and true,
Where tribulations dissipate
in the cerulean blue.
So let me be transfigured in
this hallowed, holy place,
A resplendent
convalescence wrapped in,
Your abounding grace.
Written: September 14, 2026, for a contest sponsored by: Andrea Dietrich
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Salt stings your tears, each glistening bead of sadness.
Your breathing finds its natural rhythm, as if found
beneath the grief, a pulse untouched by innocence.
I mistook your quiet for apathy, yet innocence
remained—a fragile flame beneath the weight of sadness,
a sporadic, sparkling smile of something you had found.
Lost friends, lost years, yet somehow you found
a grace that gathered up your scattered innocence,
and gently lifted you beyond your darker sadness.
Perhaps God found innocence within your sadness.
Searches are common.
God knows what they’re looking for!
Mary-Anna? (we are unisex)
£-s-d? (sorry, we’re all broke)
A sharp wit? (every one here has arrested development)
What do they search for so intimately?
They searched me today.
All they found
was this poem.
All men marked by a Redeemer risen
gain the King’s key to living life now with purpose.
Not doomed, nor driven, but by chance, choice…
rogues repent, generate goodwill day by day,
finding forgiveness through God's grace.
Previous lives lost to selfish struggling
hold heaven as their future hope’s harbor.
Black as the ink
imagine,
octopus's favorite.
But before
it has a chance to dry,
water rises up
and black as tar,
My client starts to cry.
Pen is a center-fold,
All that smudge,
and believe me, its cold
words that have meaning,
gets lost when water
splashes so angry.
Words blur,
like underwater
chlorine.
Its in a way that's squealing
in a world so good & wicked
piggy little found,
and its curly little tail,
Forced to run home,
but so safe & sound
in the storms of the hail.
Arms of a garden gnome.
Intimacy’s locus
found midst a crowd
Drops of rain on two tongues
laughing out loud
Willing moths
my flame
wishing
for a shooting star…
Upon my
aster came
an Asteroid!
(moth caterpillar)
A local past
mind may
transfer to a
permanent po-
sition in the
sane high or
lower ener-
gy than the
incidental knight who
only shows to
know some
thicker skinny fish or
brightly burn-
ing paper ti-
gers.
The odd, faint of blood had soaked the sinner’s body.?
It was the blood of crying repentance unto Christ.
Laid upon a shore of stones,?the body rested where the rocks cut the holy waters.?
On its surface, shimmering stars were scattered by the hand of God.
Justice had been restored-at the cost of one’s life.
And the Sun now glorified one’s soul-for he’s who had witnessed it.
Yet what is the cost of justice?
It is the cost of one’s sanity..
The day he found the sausage
is a day I’ll not forget
Another piece of childhood
that is permanently set
The sausage had been purchased
while he was on a trip
Shoved way back, forgotten
til he got back from the ship
The shouting was ear-shattering
I didn’t understand
My Father screamed while holding-up
the sausage in his hand
He ranted it was sinful
Muslim law forbid they eat
Any type of pig or swine
or any pork type meat
He flung it out the window
and it made it past the yard
Landing on the synagogue
where pork was also barred
Then from the kitchen window
I watched the crows appear
And feast upon the sausage sweet
so far and yet, so near
I knew it wasn’t Kosher
could evil lightning spark
Should we tell the Rabbi
as the sky was getting dark
If they found the sausage
they would never know the why
Of how religious rage took hold
and made the sausage fly
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