what love could i seek if it’s not yours?
a joyous ode to your name—
even sorrow would glee to hear.
i’ll leave some words on your doorstep
slowly relenting, slightly scrambling.
like the way they were in my tongue,
your name’s as sweet as the morning dew,
waiting for my lips to utter
each syllables describing all of you
don’t spare me from your benevolence
don’t spare me from your rage
don’t push me away when the voices
get to the corners of your circle
breathe me in and hollow me out
let me hear the ache in your voice
before the wind’s whistle blow you away
from me
How does one fill silence, if not with awkward lines
I conjure up an emotion or sing a song
How does one fill silence, if not with awkward lines..
Should I drop a meme , a gif or stickers
How does one fill silence, if not with awkward lines …
Do I send a picture or a trending video or reel
How does one fill silence, if not with awkward lines…
Tell you a story or ring in a favourite memory
How does one fill the silence if not with awkward lines??
Silence is scary like some unknown is calling
Silence can be enlightening but not when I am craving
Wanting to know your thoughts and wonders
So forgive me …Oh and just let me be seen ..
if I do end up filling silence with awkward lines!!
mesmerizing
the playful glitter
of ondulating waves
the sun beckons
come and play ~
there may not be another day
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
If Not For
morning would be just morning
the sun would hide behind clouds
stillness would be without meaning
the road would lead to nowhere
the skies would be without promise
my life an empty page
Dreams
morning would be a life bursting forth
the sun would share its light
stillness would burst into chorus
the road would lead to stars
the skies would be an ocean
my life a book of poems
(folding mirror style)
If Not For Christ
by Lanier Thomas
If not for Christ I am aware I’d be dead.
When I was young I was quite out of my head.
The wrong things controlled me. I thought it was I.
Jesus still loved me. I have no idea why.
Like a light in the darkest of stormy nights,
Or when the waves crashed about and gave me frights,
Jesus was there and lifted me in His arms
And carried me safely from all of the harms.
I owe Him my freedom, which I did not know.
I owe Him my life that I had squandered so.
I cannot repay Him for His affection,
Love is all He asks for His intervention.
If not truth
Then what
Pretence and distance
Simply…..not a lot!
Insincerity and dishonesty
Echoed through hollow words
Spoken
Though never truly heard
Trust diminished
Destroyed by lies
Perpetual doubt
Relationship demise
Jane who long the
road-to-self-discovery,
married and living
in Carter's wake--turned leaf o'er
Reagan's Mid-East, ALL MY BEST
I could deny,
God in everything,
But for the Flowers.
The ceiling fan orbiting, on and on
reminded after many spectacular nights,though,not this.
Pulchritude perhaps begins before Paul care.
The window pen hardly opened these days.
reminded me, that I, will need to see before eyes gaze anymore.
Ponderance, perhaps nurture before a short story
The art piece, the paperweight or the color pencils too
skins often are preferable with peach color.
or a healing hand with a giggle almost gargling there.
"Whom, did you see in me? Your substantial one?"
If not for you, I wouldn't know
What true love really meant.
I'd never feel this inner peace;
I couldn't be content.
If not for you, I'd never have
The pleasure of romance.
I'd miss the bliss, the craziness,
Of love's sweet, silly dance.
I have to feel your tender touch;
I have to hear your voice;
No other one could take your place,
You're it; I have no choice.
If not for you; I'd be adrift;
I don't know what I'd do,
I'd be searching for my other half,
Incomplete, if not for you.
If not for love, the world is lost
on storms at sea, mankind is tossed
If dawns the morn, o'er dry land
man has a chance ~ to try again
"if not for sky"
if not for sky would there be light
light from the moon that guides
guides us through silence of darkness
yet if not for sky would there be warmth
warmth from the sun that radiates
radiates from early dawn to dusk of night
too if not for sky would there be rainbows
rainbows that fill far and wide with color
color that fully spreads beyond the sea
still if not for sky would there be life
life bestowed to all for peace and harmony
harmony to forever shine upon mankind
SkyWatcher
07-28-23
Don’t bury me in an eco-pod
for I am biodegradable already.
Don’t bury me in the earth,
or animal feces I might birth
nor in lead
because while lead is harmless to the dead
it is after all lead.
Don’t bury me under stone,
beneath a stone all alone.
Bury me in fermenting compost,
you may leave my feet
sticking out just for laughs.
Yes wormy me, good an
germy, awfully squirmy,
until all is dank and smelly,
the I will grow roses
out of my belly.
When I’m enticed by the allure of forever,
Ambivalent, I query, prospect of eternity:
If there’s no dying, what fate’s my destiny?
Would such existence be sans meaning?
Would I be the compassion of pious soul
If I am blessed with permanence of life,
Or a deathly tomb of a heartless stone
Dispassionately ignoring wounds of strife.
Having been spared of inevitable death
Will I become an arrogant tyrant’s shrill,
Or will I rule alike a kingdom of goodwill
Embracing venerated grace of cordiality.
Would I be a garden of spring blossoms
Or scorched landscape of barren desert,
Would I be a resplendent autumnal show
Or decaying rot of woes in wintry throes.
Would I be a night of nightingale’s song
Invoking themes of endearing dreams,
Or would I be echo of horrid nightmares
Howling in dawn of things gone wrong.
Immortality, I fear, will lure me ignobly,
If not a mortal, unknowable I would be;
But for transience, would humble life be?
If not for dying, would precious living be?
April 23, 2022
Placed 1st: If I were Immortal Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Anoucheka Gangabissoon
worry! worry ! worry!
we got alotta people to
impress
prepare: prepare: prepare
you know they
gonna put you
to the test
all eyes on you
all eyes on me
We gonna Rock the Night
Rock the Night
Best at doing our thing
Rock tonight, Rock tonight
We be the best at doing our thing!
Yeah gotta be worried
about what the night gonna bring
we wanna be champions in the morning
Worked real hard
now it time to do
our thing
We wanna be Champions in
the morning!
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