A fine adventure awaits,
Divine ventures of fate,
Propagating experiences,
To grow and advance,
Each chance you take,
Makes waves in the expanse,
Dancing among our decisions,
Precision placement,
Meant to be on time,
Primal emotions drive,
Striving to fill needs,
Thriving within entities,
Surviving was meant to be,
This present moment,
Was sent from Eternity,
And meant for you to see,
A glimpse of your journey,
Learning you're truly free,
Earning who you want to be,
Turning the key to the heart,
Restarting the engine,
Envisioning a fresh start,
Taking part in reality,
Knowing the Art of Duality,
Individuality my best skill,
Each hill a different climb,
The adventure of a lifetime,
Sublime in all its ways,
A Divine Venture in which we play,
The Leading role everyday.
Act one had just begun
the day we first met
I didn't know the die was cast
and the stage was set
act two what was I to do
you stole my heart and soul
couldn't guess the part was mine
I would play the leading role
act three I'm on cloud nine
I was there walking on air
it was beyond my wildest dreams
an answer to a prayer
act four who could ask for more
on my marks didn't miss a cue
before the fall of the final curtain call
it was a fairy tale come true
but now there's rain on the window
or tears in my eyes
don't know if it's due
to all those cloudy skies
between the two I can't tell
since you said goodbye
can't unring that bell
but who's holding the handbasket handle
now my whole world has gone to hell
the genie is out of the bottle life is so humdrum
and I don't really care for the man I have become
It's worth being thankful,
That I am hale and healthy;
Such touch my heart's depth.
It's never insane
To celebrate occasion...
That marks a new start.
It is whatever
Your sure decision views right,
Makes happiness last.
It's sometimes of God
To remove our lives' dangers;
Such protecting love!
You can't be happy,
Unless unhappiness strikes...
To value its grade.
My heart imagines...
How else would it have happened,
If not by His grace?
Now, it comes a day,
Mercy will always be speak...
Gratitude's leading role.
The lines written in happiness are now flames dancing within me,
A leading role that turned me into a ghost on divine stages.
A forgotten radio play, without a director to guide its way,
Piano notes float inside me, echoes from a particular realm at bay.
Is it pleasure or fear that I feel in the depths of my profound being?
The awakening of madness, a mix of cries and deep silence, agreeing.
With trembling hands, I cling to the thin threads of reality,
A paradox opening my path to the labyrinths of eternity.
It's a bewildering paradox I live with every passing moment,
A book written by me, yet burned, leaving cold ashes in atonement.
How long will I wander this road, without a place to rest my head,
Always moving, knowing there's no home where I can be led?
I am a traveler lost in time, a dreamer without a clear aim,
In search of meaning, a longing in my soul that never fades, never wanes.
In the stream of consciousness, a silent song is born, struggles, and breaks,
And in this silence, a melancholic magic, a destiny that never forsakes.
What defines Queen?
A question in my mind supreme;
No subject to betitled Kings;
A regality not bestowed by bling.
A Queen will match a King in strength;
But intelligence gives that subtle edge;
I mean this not to cause offense;
I look to natural evidence.
What inner strength must Queens possess;
To be unbending faced with this:
A world were men dictate and stress;
Where Nature constant screams "REDRESS!"
What worlds were saved as Queens engaged;
In lands so ravaged after plague;
War and disease unleash evil;
Which Queens both nurse and fight with skill.
As man's injustice cracks man's law;
Our Queens stand firm and shout "NO MORE!
I bore you life, through me you are,
My stake in life is to give care"
A Queen protects that nuclear;
For fickle males do disappear;
A Queen remains to bring repair;
Engender values we hold dear.
My Queen: my mother, sister, aunt;
You are a light where darkness haunts;
Take up your leading role and know;
That as a man I bow down low.
Ah- Uh!
Wha: wha!
She creid outloud.
A hidious sound for a Mezzo-soprano to make.
I covered my ears as she
creid at the dissapointment
of not being the leading Malo.
I told her the role was for a malo.
She wrote me a letter asking
me to rewrite the lead.
Bah! I spoke to her
to re allow her to be coherent.
She called me days later and asked for a co-leading role.
I told her the Solo's were for
Malo' she : said' curse Malo: whom ever he is
or whomever he pretends to be!'
" you wish him hired, might you eat sausages and fart
while slapping his back saying : ATTABOIS!"
Me: Me I am the perfect one!
When I told her no;
she made this hidious sound with her voice.
I recorded her bellowing and used a flute to make sound of it.
I then discovered that a moody bassey woodwind sound decribed her best.
The Woman; (censored) Me! Me! I'm the best; Ah-oh: ah-oh!
largely the best strength sign
legendary and brave
leading role in his land
looking always to fight
lives within his forebears
lumbering evil beast
lion den heard from far
3rd PLACE CONTEST WINNER
Written: March 18, 2022
In Search Of Prey Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Joseph May
History paints a cruel and atrocious picture of human failure.
Unbelievable acts of hate leave a trail of pain, tears, and shame.
Mankind has behaved like the animal kingdom in many respects.
Acknowledgement has been granted for much of our human evils.
Nevertheless, we must continue pursuing human rights with diligence.
Religion, admittedly and unfortunately, has played a large and leading role.
If the truth is told, religion, especially Christianity, is also a healing force.
God is Loving and Good, entrusting his creatures to act in good faith and love.
Harmony and unity require taking ownership, and not blaming others.
Time is a friend to all who are willing to change and make amends.
Selfish acts of greed and hunger for power are pathways to destruction.
120421PSCtest, Human Rights Poetry, Robert James Liguori. 3P
The soul has many facets.
It can feel empty, can feel whole,
Broken or mended...
That's the tenderness of soul.
When a heart bleeds for another,
When hateful deeds turn one cold,
When love compels kind actions...
That's the tenderness of soul.
When attachments form,
When compassion takes the leading role,
When the bonds of love grow stronger...
That's the tenderness of soul.
When one feels tired and weary,
When poor health takes its toll,
When one begs the purpose of their fight...
That's the tenderness of soul.
When nature makes a spirit soar,
When a sense of humour finds things drole,
When two hands join and fit just right...
That's the tenderness of soul.
Tenderness is vital.
It's a quality of old.
Tenderness makes us human.
It will make ours an appealing soul.
Written 17th November 2021
For the "Soul" contest.
Sponsor Robert James Liguori
Stallion
Mighty, was his look,
rendering tall, as he provokes.
The attraction that he emanates drawing to its taming,
which we sought.
A stallion as he stands,
the silhouette is what we have seen.
It was that of a wild horse
waiting for his taming to prevail!
The stallion's tone took when the animal did near,
wanting to be the tamed horse, captured, he is safe.
A depth that can take,
when there's something to be profound in, it's deep!
Alas, we come to an end;
there comes a disruption in this snare.
It's what he felt from the enclosed corral,
though he hurls out from the gate, did he escape?
The stallion gave flare from his stance,
which the tamed horse,
a leading role of the animal, he did ride.
Revised Edition February 3. 2021, 4:45 AM (EST)
Creating avatars in political and law reality,
contracts and controlling stability.
Modus vivendi where the money flows,
oceans of spirit fears in tows.
Irresponsible silence of motions,
honored sheep’s and their devotions.
Munchausen’s syndrome via comic book,
kindly bulling with every look.
Home at causes, churches and cult,
never able to see the own insult.
Insisting on taking over and fixing things,
manipulated moments for the kings.
Being aloof with natures flawless bound,
no key for the self chain can be found.
Pride in the unfathomable meek,
pointing fingers to the seeming weak.
Motivation all about themselves,
to shine in opportunities like sparkling elf’s.
Taking care of this the millionth time,
when the world needs them in that golden frame.
Justified by abusing others because of it,
stories of the leading role in every bit.
In control to the freakish point,
if not involved so bitter anoint.
The masters and puppeteers put them in charge,
then everybody loves a hero at large.
Times of Unrest
6/7/2020
While some protesters are sincere others are violent.
Many are content to trace along as a face in the crowd,
snapping selfies to document for the uninterested,
that they had indeed “been there, done that”.
Proving that their bit part of something,
was better than a leading role- of nothing.
Tom
Time to understand and learn
by changes that not return.
Applicable and unforeseen
remembrance of what have been.
Giving the selfish shadow a rest
and nourish an ethical best.
The force of life the gift to care,
replace that machine what keeps you stare.
Time to return to a sacred glance,
taking the leading role in the living dance.
Enrich those smiles as long as you can,
with tears of joy where it all began.
The waters of integrity carry every reach
while the waves of false hope dissolve at the beach.
Time and all one can give so silently,
living stardust by the future to see.
Then by natures law in splendor swore,
this sacred dust carries on and nothing more.
When in doubt in all that gaze,
to remember a rainbow in that haze.
The individual light is the myriad of a struggled world,
where the great soul knows to dwell impearled.
How old is old?
Was it a mistake or am I the clown in a serial TV drama,
an actor not needed for the plot but is kept on out habit,
poor sod can`t remember his lines sitting with his pint in the corner.
One day he will be gone, and other actors will talk
about his kindness, The Guardian may show clips
when he had a leading role in a play 40 years ago.
So how long is a lifetime? I don`t know, will not
know, but I would mind a by-line or two
In response to my fellow poetess, dearest friend and soul sister, Jennifer Proxenos, inspiring poem “I am Virgo”
I am Virgo too
A September woman
thriving in her Autumn
learning not to sigh over her spring
and summer too!
A gift of Faith
willing to heal her aches.
Her mind, a master in deafening woes
tracing what is fake and low
dwelling in the borders of her heart
making a permanent entrance
nostalgia, dreams.. with a sword
crossing out!
Growing in the shade of Beauty
a giver, her leading role
a leafy tree behind the stage.
Silence, a joyful companion
Time, her friend and foe!
Human connection of a spiritual dimension
What a painful perfection!
The passion within
empowering, awakening
denying her Self a life!
Fine, wise souls
ever attracted to
her beauties wouldn’t for granted take!
Perpetually restoring Self and peace
With Love
I am Virgo too!
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