Troughing and cresting
Cresting and troughing
Going down a bit, to rise again
Feeling the jolt but not yielding to the strain
Riding through and roughing it
Steady on the board and rising through it
Not staying low for long
Just riding through, sturdy and strong
Gathering momentum to catch another crest,
Owning the board, rising no less
Not getting too comfortable while floating above
Steady on the board is key___
Owning it and riding free with love
Feeling the splash and the zeal
Embracing and embodying the thrill
Cresting and troughing
Troughing and cresting
With each wave, keep learning and besting
She moves in circles, dancing and swaying across the tree tops
Serenaded by the thunderous symphony of dark storm clouds
Rain joins and embraces her, gathering momentum to fly toward the sky
She whispers and cries, soon making her way back to the tree tops
She embraces her relentless power and releases anger as destruction
Trees soon surrender falling at her feet, she has made her voice known
She is sleepy now, the sky appears calm and brighter, the trees are still
She disappears and retreats until the next unexpected stormy symphony
Putting all thoughts
Out there online
Every little notion
Treasures of mine
Real or not
Yearning to shine
Gathering momentum
Except in my head
Must ink words down
Submit before dead.
I'm on the mental battlefield, my pen is my sword
Giving up now is what I simply cannot afford
I'm gathering momentum, I'm picking up pace
For a while I was second but I'm now in first place
There will be no retreat, the white flag won't be waved
I've helped so many people but I have so many more to save
I offer heart, I offer strength and I also offer fight
Take my hand and join my side, let's head towards the light
Where you find yourself right now, I have been there too
If you work hard you see results, I found this to be true
Everything I do, I do for my partner and my son
It's up to me to protect them both, they are the bullets in my gun
I'm a viking, a soldier, a warrior at war
I have a blueprint for survival and it contains no flaws
I've spent time in the trenches, i was planning my survival
The day i ran over no man's land was when my strength made its arrival
I don't settle for mediocrity, second best simply will not do
I believe that we all deserve to be happy, this is my personal view
To my peers I want to leave them this piece of advice
Do not be hateful, be kind and be nice
5...4...3...2...1...0...
Ignition...Rockets firing...
Lift-off...We have lift-off...
The three-stage rocket strains upward
gathering momentum each second
Firing away on all cylinders now
gentle palm trees melt down in her wake
All systems go... the capsule's on its way
to the far side of Jupiter some day
to explore rocky promontories
and sizzling-hot lakes of molten lava
to take photos and grab dirt samples
for 'all that' this project's cost ~ ample
All these emotions
they linger in the dark
close enough to hold
but you never know where to start;
Left wanting to get closer
but you let me slip away;
I don’t want to be disappointed
but I know it’s the truth;
Nothing will ever feel as good as you;
You’re a painkiller;
It’s no wonder I constantly want a hit;
Stop asking me to admit it;
You already know what you do,
so don’t deny me what I need;
I don’t want to be disappointed
but I know it’s the truth;
Nothing will ever feel as good as you;
Coming for me you took my hand
gathering momentum built a deafening silence;
With an outcry the screams
began to tumble into peace,
plunging faster and faster into a crescendo;
I don’t want to be disappointed
but I know it’s the truth;
Nothing will ever feel as good as you;
It’s a welcome free fall you talked me into.
"Fragments and crumbs of life, all the little pieces"
John Ruskin, 1853
beyond poverty of drab ghettos
a child's playful imagination
breaks free of urban confines
tearing down walls of oppression
to soar higher and higher
gathering momentum
to conquer bright blue skies
AP: Honorable Mention 2022
Posted on September 29, 2020
Hurtling clumsily through dark layers of sky --
Unwelcome residue of engorged, menacing clouds --
Gathering momentum, bulking up as they descend
To stab the helpless ground with their frigid edges
Few brave this nasty turn of events -- by which
Peaceful cityscapes are transformed into cold infernos
Of fiery ice -- to greet them, to acknowledge their
Triumph over once-soft, once-pliant 'Mother Earth'...
Like bullets from b-b guns or darts from tasers
They burrow into the earth, into snowdrifts, into
Snowbanks, slashing their way -- howling through the
Clogged arteries of a grating metropolis, grinding her gears
I can't concentrate in church
My hard heart is beginning to clutch
The transparent porch
Of the image of the girl in church
My fingers would freeze on the piano
As my eyes catches a glimpse of the rainbow
Moving graciously in a row
Of the singers of soprano
A little while my heart is at rest
And suddenly beats with sorrowful zest
As if a higher force is making jest
Of me or is it a test?
Why won't she just go away
To a faraway place and stay
Until the lions eat up the hay
And my heart has no more a day
Should mount Everest be at sea level
And my heart becomes a castle
I would be free from this evil
Lingering torturing and consuming the strength of my heart's cradle
Why has my heart become a fertile ground
For the seed of lust which abound
In its midst and mound
Of desire gathering momentum around
I should be glad if I become free
Of this shackles lingering for eternity
Yanking off the chains with alacrity
I will be glad I am free
I pasted another dreamtime adventure,
into my mental scrapbook and
looked to the next ebony sky.
A traveler on a quest for life’s meaning;
I incubated another question and
disappointment hid from ethereal revelation.
The meaning, is in the being;
all-in-one and one-in-all;
one looks around the house of mirrors, to see all.
The only deception; the ego.
The great karmic ball, gathering momentum,
can crush it to dust; but it’s up to humans,
to push it and initiate the roll.
Dreams lay the foundation for each life;
that life, builds a heaven or a hell.
Beware the karmic ball, it sees what you build.
Once in motion, it decides its own direction.
It started life as a teardrop
Slowly running down your face
Gathering momentum
Picking up a pace.
This turns into a trickle
Over the soil as it flows
Giving life giving water
To the roots as it goes
A trickle becomes a stream
Cant believe how big the teardrop has grown
Children and dogs love the glistening water
Storing memories of happy days known
Now it is a mighty river
Crossing borders in its path
Not a thought of king or country
No one questions its turbulent wrath
Now I am an Ocean blue
Used for so many things
Travel, play, worship
In the sunshine my heart sings
The moral of my poem is:
Nothing is too small
Whether its a prayer
Thought or deed.
It gathers and increases
In lifes throes.
Gathering momentum
the blossom unfolds itself to reveal it's fruit
as it clutches onto the branch
in frail revelation
then sun comes up to spread it's delicious rays
upon the ever growing seed
and both day and night
it is rocked in the cradle of the wind
Sun goes down and the rain invites itself in
showing the fruit with liquid love
that is also nurturing to the fruit
each tiny cell
moistened and held
in a fluid embrance of living water
Gathering momentum
that would leave a person breathless
blossom to fruit
to quench our earthly delights
Sweet memories swerve
As winds of destiny massage into moments, times
Lullaby scents linger following the streaking trails set by memorial reunions
Unfurling moments of childhood in tomorrow
Clouds wither tears in seasonal dew
Following the waters along the templates of hollow winds and silver slides
Whistling twirls glide along passionate wings of times pleasantries
Rearranged in patterned confluence
Curling over suspensions of infinite intuitions
Gaining and gathering momentum in infinite dispersions
While designing congruence in affluence
Propelling shores off course
Resonance reverberations vibrate, rewind, collide, regenerate and stimulate
The release of translucent intellectual norms
That slowly settle on subtle charges surging in order
Gradually residing on the serendipitous labor of love
That lingers selflessly caressing the eternal seat of every source unknown…
When winter’s icy hold, has started
to withdraw
And new life’s first emerging and
snow begins to thaw
And icicles start melting, forming
droplets as they go
To gather on the ground beneath
and slowly start to flow
Trickling gently down the hillside
with barely any sound
As they weave and wind and merge
making rivulets on the ground
Growing larger by the minute as they
quicken up the pace
Getting louder with their chattering
as they rush to win the race
Tumbling into streams that run
murmuring around the blocks
Babbling and burbling, coursing
swiftly over rocks
Gathering momentum as they hurry
along the course
Getting ever stronger, with more vigor
and more force
Now a raging river, both mighty
and so wide
Rushing to the ocean, to meet
her rising tide
Streaming over heights of a sheer
steep, rocky ledge
Thundering and a roaring as it topples
from the edge
Steaming and a spraying as it hits
a deep round pool
Crystal clear waters that are fresh
and clean and cool
Surging further on, as it reaches
to the sea
Gentle as an angel or as wild
and fully free