Each day the window
opens to a new dawn
bringing the treasures
of the mind
into the world
to remove the darkness
all around
The golden opportunity
to capture the clouds
lies in the choices
you make to move forward
with the waves of light
beaming from above
What it takes to overcome
fear is simply the love
flowing from the heart
where the reservoir of
silence shines bright
So often we forget
our dreams and get entangled
with the illusions
that misleads us
into the dark pathways
where its difficult
to escape
We must be mindful
of the truth and to seek
the wisdom that rise
above everything
To unfold the gifts of
nature and to be in
awareness of being
is the richness
of life
From the very depths of my inner being I cherish Poetry Soup,
without the written verse I’d be impoverished as a person,
literary projects spur me on to otherworldy epic peaks,
an open channel with furtherance from lexicons endowed,
golden opportunity for human pathos rich and fair,
stomach-wrenching pain, joyous peals of laughter, mental stimulus,
visions I adhere to have a wider world impetus,
the comity of fellow authors and their honest feedback,
diplomatic goodwill hint at barren lapse within my canon,
and gracious honeyed Bon Mot of peer group kudos on occasions,
that angst-ridden moment before a contest sponsor judgement,
bold gasp of relief at higher placement than expected,
or just as likely glum expression at the baleful NA,
in support a staunch muse Jay A Pallen sheds her light,
loyal and demonstrative sister, whose sparkling eyes ooze warmth,
sagacious councillor supreme, bestowing love on this bard and their ardent stanza,
who brought to my attention bewitching vistas waiting to be captured,
influencer of my first ever piece “Downward Plod,”
where this writer’s magic life-enhancing odyssey began,
how I cherish every moment spent on Poetry Soup
I -Ninety Five was the catalyst,
all of it’s traffic so prominent.
That golden opportunity wished,
I-Ten is a brand new environment.
Harmony always seems to elude me
in a sea of loud noise and clutter.
Still a part of me’s linked to the city,
I was built on lime bread and butter.
Rudimentary train maps I dismissed,
I’m familiar with this urban pavement.
However there are things on my list
that I must have to truly feel content.
Palm trees accentuate the sea
and divulge coastal life with a stutter.
It’s a different life in the country,
but with change I don’t fall, I flutter.
Fond of stability with a bubbly twist,
I hold dear places with time spent.
Bouncing around longing to coexist
I’m a catcrobat, one hundred percent.
Doggone it, I used to make a killin' at casinos,
R o l l i n g sevens; killing em' all softly
The way The Rolling Stones kill it on the stage.
Brimming with confidence, I made my way back,
But my Tumblin Dice came up snake eyes.
"Angie," my so-called "Lady Luck" betrays me.
Whenever I peek through a window of
Golden opportunity, you bet she'll Paint It Black.
She frowns at me, and loves to remind me,
"You Can't Always Get What You Want."
She coldly snatches glory Under My Thumb.
She tells me my chances of recapturing
My lost mojo are as good as riding Wild Horses.
Across the open Appalachian badlands,
Or picking up Honky Tonk Women at
My local Ruby Tuesday restaurant. Gee, thanks!
The consistency of mystery
Drenched in it's simplicity
Wrought with what would seem to be
To our participants complacency
For a golden opportunity
A trick our minds eye think they see
If not thought through quite logically
A flim-flam conjured carefully
Too easy to take willingly
For those grasping at something free
Fruit hanging low on fabled tree
So true it is too good to be
To test human morality
When seeking answers desperately
In a place that's not quite fair.
From the very depths of my inner being I cherish poetry,
without the written verse I’d be impoverished as a person,
literary projects spur me on to otherworldy epic peaks,
an open channel with furtherance from lexicons endowed,
golden opportunity for human pathos rich and fair,
stomach-wrenching pain, joyous peals of laughter, mental stimulus,
visions I adhere to have a wider world impetus,
the comity of fellow authors and their honest feedback,
diplomatic goodwill hint at barren lapse within my canon,
and gracious honeyed Bon Mot of peer group kudos on occasions,
that angst-ridden moment before a contest sponsor judgement,
bold gasp of relief at higher placement than expected,
or just as likely glum expression at the baleful NA,
in support a staunch muse Jay A Pallen shed her light,
loyal and demonstrative sister, whose sparkling eyes ooze warmth,
sagacious councillor supreme, bestowing love on this bard and their ardent stanza,
who brought to my attention bewitching vistas waiting to be captured,
influencer of my first ever piece “Downward Plod,”
shortlisted for Creative Writing Ink poet challenge,
where this writer’s magic life-enhancing odyssey began
Up, up, up!
Get up, now!
Get out of bed...
Now, sleepy head.
Leave your bed unkempt.
You'll return
To make it later.
A dormant golden opportunity
Has decided to flee.
You have faster legs.
Chase after it.
Catch it by the tail, now.
Someone just as eager
Is on the chase, too.
Of this, I am sure.
Opportunity is on the move.
Now is the time
To quicken your pace.
Who will catch its tail first?
Your competition? You?
In nature, it is endowed with awareness.
Enduring apprehension in my heart
The dueling duress of beatific and vile start.
Our hearts sank as the words startled us
In duty to the Antichrist and his army,
Swarms of fellows with distorted mind.
They spew the vile toxin, all eyes fit blind.
To gullible and rotten, skies droop stormy.
But something wields a dull consciousness.
Defense forces sent by immoral angels
Never will we accept evil spiritual labels.
You can apologize and escape darkness.
When a disaster occurs, we will all join then.
And I pray that God sends you his blessing.
Satan army will die, and his delight ceasing.
These unafraid antagonists converted again.
We still have the golden opportunity to change.
Errors have been made throughout our history.
Note that this is a warning of a dire mystery.
This moment moves toward the hot range.
Written: October 16, 2022
I do not like the idea of abortions, naturally,
But then I do not like to see abandoned kids
I am a firm believer in equal opportunity,
Yet, I see so many in our populace on the skids.
In my lifetime I’ve watched children suffer,
And I have thought better never to have been
Than be jerked up by a drug-addicted monster
Or a sexually abusive, ingrate…what a sin!
I’ve read of little kids forced to live in a box
Slowly dying from abuse, neglect, and starvation
For them no golden opportunity ever knocks
And I ask, can this happen in a civilized nation?
Seeing pictures of their ravaged little bodies
Surmising what hell they must’ve endured
I say to myself, “better not to have been born”
Than to have lived briefly, then forever obscured.
But I will never forget them, some I even taught
With only an inkling of what their life was like
As a child I, too, was abused and I never forgot
Better not to be born than die an unwanted tyke.
Written June 27, 2022
[I have conducted funerals for unwanted,
throwaway children who committed suicide!]
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AN INSPIRATION FROM VISH
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Our life is a long nightmare
Leaping to and fro, a hunted hare
She births darkness admist the day
And sweeps the smile that lights our way
She meets mankind in joyful feasting
And leaves his life in sorrow fasting
She sounds the gong, a birth announcing
And chants the dirge, a life departing
She sews our hearts in one affection
And let them loose in separation
She feeds our soul from flowing fountains
And breaks our heart on rocky Mountains
Our life is a long nightmare
A golden opportunity to live right here
The sole key...
to the kingdom
of heaven. Imagine that...
A golden opportunity!
The secret window...
to an opalescent garden
always closed, now open.
A golden opportunity!
The ghost..
of a chance that comes around
once or twice in a lifetime.
A golden opportunity!
Tantamount to...
finding a diamond in the rough,
a miracle occuring..
a golden opportunity!
So rare, so fleeting...
a golden opportunity.
One would be foolish...
not to seize it instantaneously!
Date written: 10/05/2019
A poetrySoup convention was once a fantasy
But this forthcoming June it will be a reality.
Ottawa, Canada is the chosen location
For all you poets it’s an open invitation
On your booking form use code 423
And get a discount on the entrance fee.
Poets will travel from countries afar
By train, plane, boat and motor car
Converging on Canada for this event
In line's garden in a super deluxe tent.
Poetry readings with dancing and singing
A full sized bar for chatting and drinking
Line is looking for best poet of all time
So enter your sonnet, haiku or rhyme.
So do come and join us for three days of fun
Long range forecast is good with plenty of sun
On the very last night and just after dinner
Our host will speak and announce the winner.
Start making arrangements and book your seat
It's a golden opportunity for all of us to meet
And if it's successful and I am sure it will be
So same time next year so keep early June free.
Written on 7th March 2019
For The First Annual PoetrySoup Convention poetry contest.
Sponsored by Line Gauthier.
To judge a poem,
Is a golden opportunity,
That to mine,
Desiring to have a 1st place,
For my poem,
Is not just words in a line,
It has depth, meaning and rhyme.
Contest: You Be The Judge
Sponsored by: Bobby May
Date Created: 6 March 2019
Your Judgment Rating: N/A
An insane System by any other name
Should still be considered simply insane
A prison by any other name
Could well be the throne
Of a primitivist's brain
A lifestyle by any other name
Would prefer to be called a "subculture"
A truth by any other name
May well be an early grave
After passing around
A bit of the blame
- Do we really wanna play this same game?
Again and again?
Just for the sake of its colloquial name?
Wait-Wait-Wait!
Don't shoot me yet!
I request a fancy blindfold and a pre-lit cigarette:
I want to look super cool
Without a single regret,
When the firing squad executes me
For being such an absurdly passive threat;
Otherwise,
Honestly,
It will feel like I've squandered
Another golden opportunity...
...And obviously,
I couldn't possibly try to live
After something like this...
Chance, choice and circumstances can create,
new opportunities in life, to change our fate.
Some challenges camouflage opportunities ahead,
give a thought, don't discarded them and shred.
Take different view of situations and think over,
could be golden opportunity, may not return ever.
Spot and seize opportunities, they are success keys,
don't let them wait, act fast, no time to sit at ease.
Sometimes hidden opportunities pretend like threats,
they come and they go, missed ones leave regrets.
Life itself is an opportunity, to strive for the best,
try to fulfill your dreams, with vigour and zest.
Nov 2, 2016.
Opportunities - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Nayda Ivette Negron
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