It's been days since I have written anything, was busy matching the real and reel
I smile when I catch eyes on me,
hiding my pain,
separating the alphabets of day and night;
unbinding my thoughts from my poems.
"Does it matter? ; Will it matter?"
are now out of the drawer
I know nothing would change till I do myself.
No loop holes, no magic shall happen
till I push for a breakthrough
but there is a glass not half empty instead
broken into pieces invisible to all but me.
Wondering why was she sent with
groundbreaking ability to survive
Live and live but to live like death
A Lost soul with a weeping heart
and a smile plastered on,
telling a happy story in hell.
I am not writing anything these days
My fingers may bleed
but I am out of band-aids.
~ Shreshtha Mishra
He would leave home, seek adventure, and explore the wide world.
Would it be so hard to remember those who meant the most to him?
Not really, as they would be as close as a finger snap.
He would woo the most beautiful girl and make her his queen.
They would have a big family, and one day grow old together,
that is, until they had an acrimonious divorce.
He would live for his dreams and would fight for his ideals.
So many would be deeply influenced by his groundbreaking work,
specially the policyholders of his employer.
His story would inspire a host of ardent admirers
Hey, what is going on around here? Is there some kind of mix up?
It seems to me that I have been born into the wrong life.
The thought of you
The thought of you is the salty sea breeze
The thought of you is a fallen flower floating on the ocean’s surface
The thought of you is the ocean, too vast to know everything
The thought of you is world changing, groundbreaking, and too good to be true
The sight of you is an emerald sparkling in the sun
The sight of you is an autumn leaf falling and spiraling to the ground
The sight of you is my universe forming
The sight of you is world changing, groundbreaking, and too good to be true
The presence of you is a sunflower budding
The presence of you is a clear sky on a warm summer day
The presence of you is the stars in the midnight blue sky
The presence of you is world changing, groundbreaking, and too good to be true.
The thought of you, the sight of you, the presence of you is more than words could be.
Title 1
"The forest is my loyal friend A Delphic shrine to me." ... by Ralph Waldo Emerson
The written word bears roots abound
Hail favored mist of hallowed ground
Announced breathtaking full-filled air
Spreads out enjoyment summons fair
Forgiving trailed Earth's crowning Star
Forest startup's reserves stretched far
Healthy hoards and wholesome intakes
Fresh novel minds elsewhere, retakes
Obsessed consumed florists stationed
Lives styled out stretched reawakened
Seedlings advanced Heavens promised
Groundbreaking achievements calmest
Cob-web silk thread eight-legged shooters
Tethered roots edged equaled footers
Floods 'neath grounds raise the gigantic
Psalmist summoned lessened frantic
Misplacements sequenced adjustments
Cause coursed through major monuments
Misfortune causeway lengthens aches
Stressed strung-out unmeasured outtakes
Commons traversed rights owned presence
Neighbors challenged core quintessence
Claimed righteousness labors bear fruits
Attributes are well-served ... grassroots.
The Solar Spring is breathtaking sending out itself everywhere
a sense of renewal is arising, growing, budding, and blooming.
The groundbreaking is taxing the granules of rich earthen sod
as new life seeks out the world above and the waiting wonder.
Aurorean presence breaks dawn light relishing the early share
as morning spreads the atmosphere rummaging goes on below.
Snowdrops pierce a melting frost and Sweet Alyssum edges on
the blossoms of mostly white and hints of green drooping down
Further onwards the tiny flowerets of Alyssum's scent air swell
and in the rears just above ground in striking colors are pansies.
The grand boulevard of a bustling town a ways from the hey-day
as an array of color-filled flowers like Daffodils being light in color.
There are bold blue-colored Bluebonnet stems standing in rows
and immediate to them are purple Sunflowers, --they're purplish.
Scattered about is a display of different hues of tall Spider Lillies
on the whole, I'm impressed with our tiny town's achievements.
I can say that with a measure of certainty that memories serve of
Bath, Maine circa 1970 + a dog after a chicken + a town after a dog.
I hail each bronze, red, and blue coloured dawn,
as pulsing heart mould torch flame of bliss,
to gaze across some awestruck mint sprig lawn,
that golden birthright never goes amiss
Eye beam urban verve one duly savours,
coruscating joie de vivre street life,
bursts of swift dash coffee’s hazel flavours,
cell-phone upbeat day ahead hubbub rife
Blue robin high pitch chirp from chimney top,
sets the tone for morning wonders brightly,
activate those spark prompt hunches nonstop,
schedules met in narrow windows tightly
In suburb or in city centre fair,
skies and pavements segue with deft flourish,
your dreamland ticket ace broad daylight flair,
groundbreaking spurt fantastic, let us nourish
Dynamic itch to stray amid blind alley,
lurk within some parboiled notion latent,
steel clad zone that mosaic sculpted tally,
animated focus me the claimant
Chadwick Boseman; a gifted soul,
He put his all into every single role.
Black Panther was so groundbreaking,
When he passed; hearts were left aching.
It’s hard to describe the feeling
of capturing that spark;
The zing there are no words for
that thing that makes you write;
I get inspired by creating,
I’m awestruck by a new definition;
The flow state is addicting,
delivering me to zen;
It’s a soft touch on scabbed skin
healing better than a band aid;
The emotional ointment
that gets my voice flowing again;
I get inspired by creating,
awestruck by a new definition;
It’s a new school spin on a classic,
something never done before;
The groundbreaking revolutionary
that leaves you renewed and inspired;
That flow state is addicting;
It’s everything around you
that controls your pulse deep within;
Indie songs, art, simple moments,
they inspire creation;
Blue flames and fresh seeds;
Innovation leaves me awestruck
delivering me to zen.
Stunningly scampering snowy week sailings soar
Kinesthetically hovering more and more
Incredibly intriguing impressive chill thrills,
Ineffable curves and crawls betwixt snowy hills
Normal natural, yet, novel navigations
Gorgeously graceful with groundbreaking gyrations...
17 January 2023
Skiing Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Julia Ward
GAME CHANGING
an intimate
portrait
the heart
&
the core
an audacious
scattered
gesture
in a stylistic
spirit
an indescribable
experiment
continues
to speak
as
never-before
with creative
courage
to illuminate
the
groundbreaking
impression
of
surprising
abundance
endlessly
devoted
enthralling
landmark
of accidents
&
surprising
narrative
of the
conventional
reborn
through
the eyes of
art
a decipher
to the
ancestor
made
abstract
a blurring
of art
with
life
in a palette
of
freedom
&
liberation
made
manifest
&
caught in
paint
in
an
imaginary
universe
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
“The idea of a vision is revolutionary and groundbreaking
but achieving it may be back breaking,” says Johnnie Dent,
Supposing it is not frivolous ... or, shall I say, time wasting?
Whatever you bring to the table, your time is well spent.
For 24/7, we listen to various ideas, some have gone viral
Enough, I tell you, to send most of us managers into a funk
Others from the get-go, though well-presented, tend to spiral
Out-of-control, no-brainers ... we are inundated with junk!
SECOND PLACE WINNER
written February 1, 2021
especially for "Buzzwords" Poetry Contest
sponsored by Kim Rodrigues
Joy Unspeakable
Culminate since birth, sprung opened trials,
hither, somewhat tither, consequence waits,
opportune knock as an opened door smiles,
means of one's worth misery, rapture rates.
Character, their drawn portion brings about,
steadfastness accrued, witnessed by others,
contentment approves summation per clout,
worries cringe test, gladness is my druthers.
Cheerfulness wholehearted, sure of oneself,
planned groundwork correspond accurately,
prevailing arrangement fills some bookshelf,
groundbreaking moments burst rapturously.
Enchanting anecdotes, proving their ground,
recurrence linked praising is the best sound.
2021 February 25
*3rd Place*
CONTEST: Joy continuum
JUDGED: 2021 February 26
'NA Poem From a February 2021 Judged Contest -'
~~Constance La France
A CITY OF REFUGE
We’re building a city of refuge;
May all who come to it see
That Christ is the hope of salvation,
The answer for mankind is he.
May its walls be the walls of protection
From the forces of evil outside;
When anyone comes to our fortress
May he know he’ll in safety abide.
May its lights be the lights to the world,
May they glow through the darkness of sin,
May they shine with the truth of the gospel
To each lost soul who would enter in.
May its floors be like paths men may follow,
May they not be a confusing maze;
May each speaker who comes to the platform
Tell clearly and simply God’s ways.
May its organ be filled with God’s music,
May the singers sing clearly the words,
May the anthem that sounds from the people
Be the truth that will always be heard.
May its tower reach upward to heaven,
May all who will see it then know
That this temple of God here is standing
As a hope in a world full of woe.
Yes, we’re building a city of refuge,
And we pray as we meet here this day
That each person who comes lost or lonely
Will go out on a different way.
Dedicated to the First Church of God on Refugee Road at their groundbreaking ceremony.
Tough times will appear
But, they do not have to deter you
Keep pushing your feet forward
There is a lot for you to do
Continue on your groundbreaking path
Move towards the light
Find your inner strength
Enrich your world and be bright
Run pick up the mantle of liberation and injustice...
Run with it as fast, sure footed with groundbreaking speed
"Run"
Like you've been set free released...
turn that run, struggle (s) into a run of triumphs out weighted by all odds... Oh my child, my child, Oh my child!!
never forget from whence you came...
Jump those hurdles as through cold justice was right on your trail like bloodhounds out of the wild tracking you down with all the desire to reduce you to their lowest form ...
"Run"
No one can ride your back unless you give permission of surrender. You are no longer a prisoner nor trapped in one's own illusions, imaginations...
"Run"
My child never forgetting from whence you came, be very so alert...
Jump those hurdles of life with strength of endurance with bearable self control and emotions...
"Run"
Never look back..
"Run My Child"
Deborah Vines 6/2018
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