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With A Gentle Hand - Mystic

With soft touch of hands
mother smooths creases of fear—
folding in embrace
touching quivering candle
fingers humming haunting hymns

Love requires no hands
it invents its own language—
wing, beak, paw and lick
a body curled up to care
whispers —'you're safe'

Whales cuddle up close
dolphins ring rosy halos
seals seek safe harbors
penguins bow against the wind
birds soothe with beaks and feather

Love without fingers
a current that wraps and lifts
a tide unbroken
it cradles the heart within
steadies the faltering steps

Such love needs not touch—
it listens, watches, imbibes
hovering in care
joining two hearts together
with spirit of motherhood

Ripped Recollections

Contest : Rolling With The Rs
Sponsor : Nette Onclaud
Date : August 4, 2025



Stray mind

glides on stalled time.

Wave surfer on rough life

grabs mute mementos of split moon,

floating on dim trough of dismal essence.

Memory invents alchemy,

remembrance rust turns gold

in Midas touched

stray mind.

Music

Music sings in the public square
For all to hear and all to care

A universal language 
All speakers comprehend 
And every language so desires
And invents within the end 

From the elegant piano 
With fingers trickling around
To a barrel called the steel drum
All make the same sweet sound

The rich, the poor
Neighbors from a hundred floors
As long as you may move or sing
We can hear your beautiful voice ring

The Big Tuba

The soups and  breads were fixed 
know seemed to have interest
In that. One commented that the
Chickens used in the soup were as
big as geese, naming one kingKong. 
Garlic and margine was used with
Garden herbs to create the croutons. 
He would be a one man ed gang to
complete all the tasks still needed to
be done before the party goers arrived. 
She like using terms for the chores
which were incomplete and offered to
do them herself, Fee-end she spoke of the
staff lacking to clean both softshelled  crabs
and the softshelled crayfish. They should be
I ed of put in the frig she said. 
Leaving the crew of one puzzled. A hall of fame
to the genius who invents a robot who isn't afraid
of my tongue lashing. Until the both you and I are
are at best the seasoning of which is to follow.
The need to be on time and prudent.

Aureate Dreams

Flood of anonymous agony 
inundates the debris of hope, 
weed-webbed wasteland
of receding reverie
erodes in delirium  
within turbulent essence,
wreckage of life piles up,
            unlived,
transforms rapture garden 
into winter badland 
of foreboding discontent,     
            perceived.
 
Future meadow waits 
to be sauntered
            sanguine,
invents fantasy alchemy,
making magical gold
from ferrous aspirations,                            
gilding rusted crust 
of weathering present,
           metamorphosed,
marigold ecstasy blooms 
in the Midas-touched mind,
           mesmerized.
 
Wrapped by golden rays 
of garnet sun,
setting sublime  
beyond the content ocean,
entranced mind rolls
in twilight zone 
on sapphire life waves,
            broken, 
yearning psyche is drawn 
within the anguish trough,   
crashes on existential shore, 
shaped by the shadow 
of pearlescent past,
           petrified
in the collapsed sandcastle  
on the beleaguered beach
of the stilled time,
enfolding the blanched grains
of aureate dreams,
          d i s i n t e g r a t e d…..

Dreamer And The Dreamed

The turning wheel of time 
stirs up the dust of disarray,
that settles in the crumbling cauldron
of disordered life of illusion.
In the maiming moments 
of disdained dejection,
truth tumbles in the mélange 
of disorientation chaos. 

Under the fantasy firmament
psyche in desertic isolation,
embedded in mindscape imagery,
suffering desiccated and lonely,
searches for a novel niche 
in self-constructed reverie
to get a spellbound shelter 
of captivating hope in frustration.

Dormant notion then invents dream,
steers mind into domain of delusion.
A thing made is destined to break,
but not by the will of the creator,
for whom the sense of time collapses,
making the frame of timeless trance,
where the dreamer assembles relentless   
the shifting scenes of desire dreams.

The montage etched by the trail of mirage, 
migrating in dunes of desolation,
makes collage of dream in deluded mind 
against backdrop of nocturnal oasis.
The dreamer doesn’t see the dawn,
for the soul sleeps entranced deep within,
can’t escape self-built illusory maze,
until divine consciousness makes wake-up call.

The Midas Mind

The migratory mind indomitable,
the spirited surfer on surging waves of life, 
creates the curled crests of fractured moon,
and the dark troughs of sinking fallen stars.
The swell recedes with the ebb of time, 
seeking the secluded depth of the past.

The shifting sands etch the seaward footprints,
contoured as the corroding design of decay.
The time arrow finds the destined course, 
seeks the serene topography beyond the shore,
away from the eroded wilderness abandoned,
where emptiness engulfs the hues of hope.

In the weed-webbed terrain deep within,
piles up the wreckage of life unlived,
turns the flushing garden to template of wasteland.
The pathway paved outside its frail fence,
waits to be walked fascinated,
reach the mesmeric meadow of tomorrow.

The innovative memory then invents 
the arcane acumen of alchemy,
glitters gold in the rusted existential ruins. 
Marigold blooms in the aureate junkyard 
on the scrap stack of the bleak being, 
with the touch of the Midas mind.

It's A Busy World

It’s a busy world, 
And life can be so full, 
Do this,
Do that,
Be here,
Go there.
But sometimes
It’s just good
To sit,
And watch the clouds go by.

So easily
Enticed
By advertisers’ dreams,
By images and idols,
Flashing screens,
And magazines,
A world unreal,
That sinks its victims
In a sea of debt
And disillusionment.

This leaning-forward life
Of get
And have,
And be,
Invents its own utopian hope
Beyond the hill,
And has no time
Simply
To sit,
And watch the clouds go by.

1999 in Dorset, England, after doing just that.
"The heavens declare the glory of God." Psalm 19:1

Making A Point

Invents and vision 
filter thoughts from within and
then being without,
going from point 'A' to point 'B'
then think and see, What's the point?

The Arcane Skill

The resolute mind indomitable,
the feisty surfer on the waves of life 
of curled crests with strewn fractured moon
and dark troughs of sunken stars,
recedes with the ebb of time, 
looks out for the shore of the past.

The rolling sands etch seaward footprints,
contoured as the crumbling pattern of decay.
Time arrow finds the destined course 
to the topography beyond the shore,
away from the eroded wilderness abandoned
where emptiness absorbs the hues of hope.

In the weed-webbed terrain deep within
piles up the wreckage of life unlived,
turning the flushing garden to wasteland.
The corridor paved outside its delicate fence,
waits to be walked spellbound
to the sanguine meadow of tomorrow.

The innovative memory invents 
the arcane skill of alchemy,
glistens gold in the rusted crust of ruins. 
Marigold blooms in the junkyard 
on the scrap stack of desolate being, 
with the touch of the Midas mind.

child invents instant creative hairdo magic

I have invented instant creative hairdo magic, the child told the mama
When you awake from sleep, your hair will change colors, with high drama
Mama woke up and her hair was blonde with curly ringlets down her back
Surprising her a bit, as her hair was usually short, and crow-feather black.

The next day mama’s hair was feathery, light, breezy, and hot pink.
Who did that? Asked her husband. She said “Who do you think?”
The child in the meantime had blue hair with a little touch of green.
But wait, after a nap, it came out orange with dollops of red sheen.

Can we opt out of instant creative hairdo magic? The daddy said.
You see, there was now a clown’s spongy rainbow mop on his bald head.
No, the child replied. Creative hairdo magic is here forever to stay.
Mommy said, “Please child, just don’t give me long hair that is ugly gray.”

Modern Technology

 Modern technology:Man invents the most perfect method for annihilating 
 his fellow man.

Yin and Yang Poetry

beauty and ugliness are complementary, 
for good and evil
complete us...
Anxiety and calm are important
we depend on each other,
mistake promotes success,
failure, invents glory...
From pain, joy is born...!
We are dually incomplete,
We seek unattainable perfection
We are a combination of concrete and abstract
Humans yes, divine particles yes,...!

Stranger Than Other Strangers Reverse

You shall never quench her thirst 
for adventure has made her hungry
the sea has taken to calling her 
restless wind blows when she’s still 
that spirit rolls just like the currents  
a broken compass no one can fix 
can’t see the  greenest grass 
her eyes are shaded in a sunset
filled with crashing Maverick waves 
castaway but never really lost 
stranger than all the other strangers 
When it’s silent she invents a sound

Paradise

“Nobody can tell us where paradise is, 
so let us invent one within” – By poet


Far away from the mortal perception,
beyond the void of the azure sky,
a surreal haven they say lies 
above the astral height,
the glorious magnificent realm of God,
where in dream-drenched meadows angels dance.

The splendor of the conjured heaven, 
enveloped by the aura of golden glow,
we on earth crave to see after we depart 
as the aspiring nirvana we try to attain.
Seeking the access to paradise, 
we need to travel first on the path of self-discovery. 

We wish to join in heaven 
the loved ones whom we have lost,
begin a new sojourn of the after-life,   
suffused with the divine delight,
and reach the supreme sanctum of bliss,
the soul invents as the ultimate destination.

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March 28, 2023
Word chosen : Paradise
Contest : Word Challenge - "P" Words
Sponsored by : Constance La France

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