Hand on your shoulder- by Dominique Smith
Hi, whom are talking to? The cold reality pull you back. Hey? Whered you go? Whomsoever is there is no longer a feeling. Tight shadows in your cold corner, the feathering flicking lights of trust have been drained. The wires are exposed and unsafe, the water of tears can help electrocute you.
Falling failing flattened on the pavement, Hey? There you are. Wake up, what are you doing out here. Forest lit by fire flies, no memories have felt so enlarged, time goes on the weather is no longer a factor. Stop being stupid and get up off the ground, stop calling me stupid! Whome are you talking to? The humidity has you in a chokehold, the warm bath you slip into is a huge relief.
Come on, Lets go home. But I am home, No our home. Ok , lets go. WAITE!! NO!! what the hell is wrong with you?! I was going home.... No you're not! Youre going to the building with help and hope, No! Im not! Im going home! Look me in my eye, ok. Are there any hands on my shoulders? No. Then you fooled her again. Because you told the truth, the only hands i see are on my shoulders and they would never leave me no matter what or who.
I like to be your friend, really
But when you said: ,,you know I can talk with you, but I also have friends around"
I was confused.
I thought we were.
But let me wait, till you, scream about him, infront of me.
Even though,
I don't like it,
When my ear pieep.
I pray God grants you the kind of thrills you should have had as a child
exuberance, excitement, life-long learning, curious adventures
enticing optimistic enthusiasm to provide you with your best life
cast your dreams on the seven seas, my child, travel everywhere
may hopefulness and kindness lap your ankles as you travel
bringing you closer to your earthly paradise, your nirvana,
enlisting your angels to show you the excitement of a pure life
I pray God’s hand is on your back, sharing your soul adventures.
Based on Psalm 139
Lord, You know my heart.
You rest Your hand on me.
I hide here in the dark
And yet You always see.
O Lord, where can I hide?
There's nowhere I can flee.
You're always by my side
To rest Your hand on me.
You understand me well,
Where I am strong or weak.
The thoughts I never tell,
The words I never speak.
Should I fly to the sky
Or out beyond the sea,
Still You are nearby
To rest Your hand on me.
How wonderful Your ways.
How wonderful Your love.
As bright as the sun's rays
Shining from above.
To You I offer praise.
I bow on bended knee.
I stand before Your gaze.
You rest Your hand on me.
Lord, You know my heart.
You rest Your hand on me.
I hide here in the dark
And yet You always see.
O Lord, where can I hide?
There's nowhere I can flee.
You're always by my side
To rest Your hand on me.
You rest Your hand on me.
in traffic there is an accidie and weariness
and flatness and humdrum of the road
but leonard cohen helps with that
and i think about the poor north koreans
without their fix of coca cola
and the mental health of the finnish with
their billabong of coffee and caffeine flowing
out their ears and the best brand of water in china
has the biggest market reach and woodpeckers don't
get headaches because according to a
professional content provider they just don't
and speaking of the chinese
they've found a hut on the moon
some distance away from their rover; who can tell
who might be living in that hut
i look up out the windscreen at the moon
and imagine myself living in that hut
or maybe leonard cohen is living there now
and england have lost the first ashes test
and outside the hut is a scoreboard showing
australia need twenty runs to win
the hut has become a pavilion and there's plenty of
tea drinking going on
no finnish there pal
and someone shouts howssszat! across the galaxy
as asteroid 4660 nereus misses earth
as i miss childhood
it travels on and on into the depths of the saddle
of the universe
she held me, I held her,
we held each other,
till we could feel the beats of our hearts!
She kissed me, I kissed her,
we kissed each other,
we could not be pulled apart!
dreams and dreams,
and many more dreams,
dreaming we slept in each others arms!
flowers of springs, those autumn days,
the summer in May,
Snowy walks in those riverside farms!
wedding bells, those dancing girls,
white horse carriages,
friends and families cheering us along!
decades of love, dedications and care,
decades still to share,
may this last forever and for long!
a prayer to heaven, a whisper to God,
to express our thanks,
with our hands on our hearts!
1st Placement
written 25/10/2021
Mystic Rose sponsored
Rhyme sequence , every third line rhymes with 3 rd line of next stanza.
With my hand on my heart!
With my hand on my heart
And my head towards the sky
Pledge to you my sweetheart
For you I will live I will die
I court the with word and song
Caramel kisses warm and strong
Sweet reminisces all right none wrong
Hand on heart you will never be alone
With my hand on my heart
And my heart open to you
We shall never part
Unless you wish us to
And then my love shall still wait
Like white dove trained to pray
I shall not pretend with you
Through thick and thin always true
From beginning to end your biggest fan
Wishing you victory holding your hand
With my hand on my heart
I find your love saves
Me from the dark
And brightens my way
This journey we share with God as head
With my hand on my heart we shall be wed.
10/21/2021
WITH MY HAND ON MY HEART CONTEST
SPONSOR MYSTIC ROSE ROSE
With my Hand on my Heart
With my hand on my heart, I swear
For you I will always be there……
Some say that love is a seedling
Once sown it flourishes and thrives
Into a mystical feeling
A flame that burns and never dies.
A reason for one not sleeping
When love’s beauteous and anew
Sending hearts to rise a-leaping
One's world turning upside down too.
Love leads to tender devotion
Dousing in a haven to share
It’s poetry of emotion
In a bountiful blissful lair.
Love has many faceted things
That strike a cord upon heartstrings
Whether one's a pauper or king
Love is what lifts a heart to sing.
Love's magic blowing in the air
Love’s building dreams gently with care
With my hand on my heart, I swear
For you I will always be there.
15th October 2021
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With my Hand on my Heart Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Mystic Rose Rose
At the dead end of broken road, losing hope
my introspecting mind took a disengaging view
of life wandering in wasteland, trying to cope
with trying times to reach the destination new.
I heard someone from within say, explore around,
acquiesce with the searing surge of dormant desire.
So, travelling across the landscape of life I found
you in dew-drenched meadow donning spring attire.
Trailing your footprints I traced a new pathway,
while the rising sun splashed colors on your face,
enticing me to see the tinge of first love on display,
in the arms of yearning we were locked in embrace.
I lifted my buoyant mind from the craving debris,
when the ordained time came for me to depart.
I then knew where my life would be taking me
as I would walk away with my hand on my heart.
October 15, 2021
Rhyme checked at Rhymezone.com
Contest : With My Hand On My Heart
Sponsor : Mystic Rose Rose
Let me not say hurtful things,
Or shameful actions do.
Let my words not sow deceit,
And thus bring shame to You.
Let my words bring only peace,
And my actions too;
That I may walk with head held high,
And only friends accrue;
For there are those who look for faults,
And point out others sin.
Let me build up my fellows Lord,
And not be one of them.
Cleanse my heart and cleanse my mind.
Let me not cause doubt.
Keep Your right hand on my shoulder Lord,
And Your left hand over my mouth.
Let me not say hurtful things,
Or shameful actions do.
Let my words not sow deceit,
And thus bring shame to You.
Let my words bring only peace,
And my actions too;
That I may walk with head held high,
And only friends accrue;
For there are those who look for faults,
And point out others sin.
Let me build my fellows Lord,
And not be one of them.
Cleanse my heart and cleanse my mind,
Let me not cause doubt.
Keep Your right hand on my shoulder Lord,
And Your left hand over my mouth.
Trump Stage Hand On International Stage
On international stage Trump has been a hand,
Who we find hard to understand and withstand;
Very perturbing,
And disturbing,
While we wait for him to get head out of sand.
Jim Horn
All of this so mysteriously must be,
So set me free with God's beauty,
Gaily does float;
God self devote,
And shall wrote poetry on a spree.
Jim Horn
I still suppose someone knows,
Which way he leans and blows,
And side of you that on grows;
How much his stuff overflows.
Jim Horn
The duo, one and two
Beside each other, complete opposites
An odd number beside an even number,
That was them hand on hand.
Street past street, running and gazing,
As the street lamps turn on
The sun gradually becomes unknown as
The moon steals his role, round and round
Like their feet on pathways almost dancing
Hand on hand, while red cars drive by.
He doesn’t whisper her name this one time
He simply observes, her awe for the world,
The city, oh that city,
They called home.
~ Andrea Beyer
D-awn has just broken,
I-n nineteenth January;
A-n early morn makes you fine,
N-ew light removes the
A-gony.
A-fter the night is gone,
S-un has begun to rise;
U-nderneath the blue lane,
N-o more tears in your eyes.
C-heerful birthday celebrant
I-s so beautiful to gaze;
O-pen your arm and place
N-ice hand on your waist.
F-og, mist, and haze
A-re all nowhere in sight.
M-onday morn has broken,
E-arly light leaves the night.
S-unday shadow and chill
A-im to fade together;
R-ed beacon January
T-wenty-third is bright
E-ver.
M-ake it to the top,
A-s you go for the win;
R-ight arm aims to fulfill,
I-t's your hand on your chin.
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