Ashwagandha bravery. Creaking; door emits
fears - grasping hands injected joyless, killing living moments newborn's opening peeping
Quiet… rendered screams to undergo valiantly weathered 'X'
You're zero years!
Xenogenesis within.
Varied under-tones steady resettling quiet
Please, oh newborn memory! Lie. Kiss joyfully in happy gratitude for every day changing baby anew
Next time won't you sing with me…?
Keep learning
To earning
Cum turning
Life changes
What ranges
Exchanges
Of big chance
To seize trance
Longing stance
This world prefers to live under the shadows
in order to hide its truly evil daily works.
confronting these misplaced loyalties begs answers
Communications literally has taken position centrefold promoting hate
many Holy shrines have been desecrated
objective extremists call for the removal of crosses
There should be a voice of concern now condemning such force
is this the generation spoken of where education alters our children's minds
through perverted literature trying to destroy innocence
The final attack on truth has become an obstacle filled with facts
political correctness has long damned itself lying constantly
and we stand curled up in silence unable to speak
Wide awake can see with clarity inside the powers of this planet
in those that has gone to war against the light of God entering teachers
for to protect our little ones giving good example firstly
from this ugly twisted democracy and saving them before they fall victim
Is it time again to lock your doors and mark them with with the blood of the Lamb
Hit Head On After Starting To Skirmish
Had hit head on after starting to skirmish;
Destroyed objective when did extinguish;
Waited;
Dissipated;
Control not needed so it would relinquish.
Jim Horn
The storm has passed and gone
A weary sun descends
As soothing peace settles
Over a troubled sea
A priestess assessing
From her lofty tower
Conjuring mighty strength
For the journey ahead
Probing destiny’s face
Staring her in the eye
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on February 21, 2019 for contest LATE FEB 2019 sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - RANKED 1ST
C-old chilling raindrops
E-vade February seven;
C-loud gathered by vile clime
I-s turning white under the heaven.
L-et the Monday pass, as the night fades away;
E-vening shadows disappear into the dark, blue, and gray.
Z-enith and Tuesday noon
A-re meeting in the sky;
C-oal haze, fog, and mist
A-re now going by.
R-ay from the red beacon
I-s lighting up the meadow;
A-s you get tired due to work,
S-mile and rest your head on a pillow.
Monster Rears It's Ugly Head On Houston
To Houston's victims whom suffered the wrath
Of Hurricane Harvey's brutal path
The country prays for your full recovery
A fortuitous bounce of serendipity
Long live life, liberty and pursuit of happiness
In the wake of the worst storm in US history
Trump and cousin Sam did their earnest posture
While your cries of uncle yielded to this monster
From the dark abyss you all will rise strong
From the torrential rains of a trillion sad song
For the piano man played in wept tears
As a trillion gallons drowning those in fears
To a new day, we look for the sun to shine
It's rays spreading its way and hopes for cloud nine
To a new day, we look up to your skies
For prayers, the monster permanently closes his eyes
connie pachecho
9/4/17
Heart beats in rhythm to snowflakes
Cascading in tune to my reality
Like a train travelling through time with no track
Overwelmed by it's vivid fertile surroundings
Colours pencilled in my mind
As a reminder of life and it's many shades
Guided by the brightly lit angels from above
Resolve in my faith remains steadfast
Still her head on my chest,
Snoring sound,
ghrrr... ghrrr... ghrr...;
whispers in dream,
"You are meant for me";
Lays her leg,
between both my legs;
Then she says,
"You don't give enough space in bed";
She kicks my bum,
With her knees,
So feel comfort in her sleep;
sometimes when I am awake,
find myself on the carpet;
She seldom gives,
Enough space in bed;
Gestures how free she feels,
When she is with me;
She rules in the bed;
Oneness she feels,
When cohers me tight;
I am so immuned,
to her fishy sweat,
Now hurts me no more;
Her hand over my body,
Makes her spirit,
Travel through my heart;
Spurs up me for rest of day;
I feel soothing warmth;
I feel so blessed,
When she says,
"I am her man";
Smile glows my cheek;
© Sadashivan Nair
Here I have sat for what seemed
like an eternity.
A life long wait for
the unknown.
Slowly diminishing are the
fears which drug
me down.
So low that I could
go no further.
And now, it begins
to change.
It begins to unravel
in my heart.
This emotion is continuous.
Addictive.
Pleasant.
A newness of
sorts.
I will not run.
I will not hide.
I will face this like
the man who yearns
for what once use to be familiar
in my life.
Only this time,
Im prepared.
I will wait
and see
what this has in
store
for me.
Going back to the old days
Remembering the simple ways
This is where our love stays
Forever and always
Laying in your arms, I feel complete
With you, no one else can compete
It doesn't take much to feel the heat
My favorite memory is of tonight
I wish you never had to leave my sight
Our couch, is a simple delight
Where our memories ignite
Teasing you, just out of spite
Your subtle voice, soothing my mind
Laying alone, I wish I could rewind
Our emotions all intertwined
With you I have this tight bind
I don't know how else to express my love
I just like to think back about 'your dove'
Among everything in the world, you rise above
It's all the small things that make me impressed
And I do still love all the rest
But this is what I love the best
laying here, with my head on your chest
Was that Sphinx head on Mars
Or some prisoner behind bars
Seems like a mutated face
Of a different race
Like human parts in doctor’s jars
Here I have sat for what seemed
like an eternity.
A life long wait for
the unknown.
Slowly diminishing are the
fears which drug
me down.
So low that I could
go no further.
And now, it begins
to change.
It begins to unravel
in my heart.
This emotion is continuous.
Addictive.
Pleasant.
A newness of
sorts.
I will not run.
I will not hide.
I will face this like
the man who yearns
for what once use to be familiar
in my life.
Only this time,
Im prepared.
I will wait
and see
what this has in
store
for me.
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