Life is eternal
Destination unknown
Comes into physical form
Is dormant
Becomes active
Interacts with all of creation
Has an impact on evolution
Leaves physical form
Life is eternal
Destinations unknown
A possible reincarnation
Comes into physical form
Etc …
Written: May 20, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Karen Jones
Inspired from Prince Song: When Doves Fly
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I slipped the mirror mournful cry,
Where silhouettes lick the silvery sky.
There is no name or voice left to claim—
There was just airless slate and a flame.
A corroded sun starts to drown,
Its crown is a ring of ash and sound.
I donned my wreckage as a hymn,
Stillness buried the spirit within.
Celestial bodies discard where I've bled,
But roots remember every word I said.
I attempted to heal what mercy had torn,
With hollow hands—unclothed and forlorn.
The breeze once sighed, "I could rise,"
But each move was imbued with lies.
I hooked my terror to phantom gates,
I spotted it glitter, and now it waits.
I am unable to contain what life remains,
Each flicker is exhausted to yearn again.
So I inspire the twilight to bend—,
Allow me flames and reach an end.
If light emerges, avoid letting it blaze—
Allow it to fall softly in darkened haze.
Not involving a savior's dazzling flame,
Yet anguish interacts through my name.
I open a bag of
mixed-up vegetables
their chatter is deafening
I ask them, “What’s the ruckus?
“It’s the day of reckoning!”
I open a box of
Hamburger Helper
hoping to quench veggies’ yelping
As H.H. interacts with
mixed up vegetables
he laments, “I can do no helping!”
It’s hard to decide what to make for dinner
when surrounded by conflict and strife
After thinking it through the only sure winner
Is to leave dinner plans to my wife
“What’s for dinner, dear?”
Encased in form,
my soul interacts in this realm
through senses five and mind, wherein I’m caged
but my heart accepts not
limitations upon my consciousness imposed,
for surely I’m not a creature instinct driven,
as whispers in dreams too reveal ~
that in truth my true essence is love, light and bliss.
The map is not
the terrain and therefore to know
the ultimate truth, ego must recede
and so to walk the talk,
I have chosen to dwell in thought rested silence,
that melding head with heart, my eye becomes single,
whereupon thus piercing the veil,
the light of my true Self is illuminated.
Riddle me this
How is it that one loses their soulmate?
I mean, from across the universe
You unite
Amid all the signs of auspicious coincidence
And then after years of making such union
Familiar, known but ultimately mundane
You just as unexpectedly part.
Is it a cruel mistake
Or the fortuitous unfolding of one’s twisted fate?
Such is life with its volumes and chapters
Full of stories
Each one complicated by myriad tangents
As each character interacts
Their own paths expanding and entangling
In labyrinths
Layer upon layer
A tangled web of blue.
And so we meet in recognition
And then part, to go where on our individual ways?
Some things are just not for us to know,
But what can be known, as time continues
Is that the ties that bind
Are never ever really loosed.
And in this there is solace and continuity
Of souls forever mated and bound
Despite our twisted fates
Until next our labyrinthine ways connect.
Life goes on, after all, forever and forever
Within us and without us.
(11/2/24)
A man fights his best against the cold hard facts:
Physics, chemistry, biology and time.
With these opponents he gamely interacts.
Toiling, with love and dreams, any peak he'd climb.
Watching sports, it's the underdog that attracts.
So, choose man with his aspirations, sublime.
Each victory we must cheer and celebrate,
Knowing as we do, the cold hard facts await.
“The weather phenomena, Fogbows (also known as ghost rainbows) form when sunlight interacts with much smaller water droplets contained in fog or mist, rather than rain.” ~~ The Australian Broadcasting Commission.~~ YALTO.
It’s something,
If anything. It’s so.
It is real. Tiny mist droplets,
All a glow. Glistens.
Do you see? Fogbow.
What is it? Do you know?
It’s a ghost rainbow. Light refracts from the mist.
Twist. A pearl white rainbow.
HIGHIGHTS
my gaze
a mirrored image
reinterpreted
an issue
so unsettling
an eponymous
enigmatic expression
appears &interacts
&thus enhanced
unwittingly
to completely shift
the perspective
chronicles the
inspiration
as a passive
circumstance
to emphasise &
frequent
the inner being
a
focus to
reflect
&
perhaps
regularly
respond
THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived
You said you could be anybody and I denied it so
But now I find myself experiencing it anew
Terrified when he is late that something isn't right
Nervous about those interactions when it's just us two
Having subtle dreams with a romantic undertone
Distracted to the point where I walk into a wall
Dreaming of what would happen if he were into me
Jealous when he interacts with anyone at all
Messaging him daily when I know that I should stop
Telling him my secrets, and learning how he'll think
Gaining all his trust through emotional intimacy
Not crossing the line, but living at the brink
Once again I failed to see
The truth behind the lies
Your words echo repeatedly
The reality I so despise
I may be different now
But the situation is the same
I guess it never had to be you
I guess I never left the game
In 2020 I wish I had not let my mother die,
but bone cancer has a mind of its own, and does not ask permission
I am glad we had her memorial service on February second
For other mothers were buried in March
And the congregation was limited to ten mourners.
I am glad that I painted forty new canvases, and had the time.
In 2020 I wish I had more incentive to watch the U-tube videos
That showed me how to use GoogleClassroom and Zoom
As we have been using them extensively for eight months now
Man, I really really really wish I had paid more attention
how to set up appointments and how the calendar interacts with these programs. I feel happy that I wrote over two thousand poems though.
In 2020 I am glad that I got to see four of my grandchildren,
But feel sad that it has been a year since I have seen the other six.
I regret having shingles and asthma,
for these ailments have kept me from fully living this pandemic year.
It has kept me home, “safely” sheltered in place.
I regret my weight gain, but understand it.
Eating has been my only comfort in 2020.
I am excited to say I am eating a Milky Way candy bar right now.
A flash of lightning
creates shades of trembling light
interacts with shearing pain,
as a fleeting moment
cemented within a grievous mind
a wrench of nostalgia,
a reminder of you
on that fateful day,
where in the unsung meadow
you lay in disheveled jade.
23/7/2020
Entered 'Just a moment' Poetry contest
sponsor John Lawless
On the imaginary side of my brain, there's a picture of a copper coin. One side of this coin is about nothing, does nothing, and will never become anything more than it already is. Even if in a mobilized state, it will invariably remain in a straight line. Let's call it 'tails'. The 'tails' side will remain in a nothing state. It will never change in value nor usefulness. The other side of this coin is about something. Let's call it 'heads'. It will activate or mobilize only if some foreign force interacts with it. Moreover, the 'heads' side has the capability of being spent for something in exchange, increasing in value, or being utilized for various purposes, simply because it can interact and become sensitive to other entities. By definition, both sides would be 'inertia'. Perhaps you and I have met both types of people. That is, 'heads' people(the changeable) and 'tails' people(the unchangeable).
031420PoSp
There’s a beautiful slideshow in the sky
As the clouds move slowly, passing by
Flirting on and off, shines the sun
Illuminating pictures, one by one
Snowcapped mountains shining bright
With a backdrop of blue, glistening white
It’s a beautiful slideshow to watch today
As light interacts with views, on my way
Heidi Sands
3/16/19
The beast with two backs,
Rarely attacks,
As it is preoccupied,
With whom it interacts.
The man with two heads,
(One of them red),
Is a far bigger threat,
Until one head is dead.
Exteriors varied.
Different colors,
different
shapes,
different
sizes.
Each unique.
Each
a universe
unto itself.
What
emanates
from
within?
What can
be known
about the
core?
How does
the shell
move?
How does
the shell
communicate?
What makes
it tick?
A ghost.
There is a
ghost within.
A ghost in
the shell.
The ghost,
invisible.
Cannot be
seen, it
is there
but, cannot
be located.
The ghost
motivates,
brings the
shell to life.
Communicates,
interacts and
creates.
The ghost
makes things
happen.
The world
is full of
shells.
The world
is full
of ghosts.
When the core
ceases to
exist, the
invisible
remains
invisible.
Where it
goes?
Nobody knows
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