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I’m dying…I really am
And those around me see the forces pushing me out
Sticky black outlines me, scratching its way inside
I feel like the divided creatures are availing…
My heart is failing
Is there a worse feeling?
I want to find a healing…but the eyes keep closing
FACEBOOK masks and seething lies bleeding outwards
Murdering personality, some say
Words of poetry undeserving recognition
Minds are crawling away from me as I reach for warmth
Grabbing onto a glob of black
I can’t see their real intentions…he needs an intervention
The priests won’t stop dunking her in the waters of perversion
Spitting open Pangaea, letting them flood its base
Things are going so fast…time is ticking disasters
A quiet sadness in souls I’ll never know
I’ll never come to understand you—I can't look them in the eyes
The tumultuous pupils overflow with the blackness…sticking the eyelids together
And drying…coagulating…
Binding…blinding
Only burning flames can lick it away
But my fingers are smoldering from the metallic roll of the lighter’s starter
The fuel is running too rapidly through my veins
Smoky ambience is weathering the skies
While Pangaea is depleted…broken
The creatures are separated—WE ARE SO MAD AT EACHOTHER
Racial content bleeding from the melting wax of our exteriors
Brotherhood—merely incestuous wasteland of hornless hornets
Empty stomachs moving special organs
Singling the heart out…
Shifting the lungs that give them airways of achievement
My teeth sinking into my cheek
I can’t move them…I can’t even speak
For years he queried stone scree and gravel,
yet the more he dug
the more the stone, scree and gravel fell
back inward again into the quarry.
Hot, tired, sweaty, and worn-out by his labors
he sat resting despondent by the side of the shallow pit.
With closed eyes he day-dreamed that the rains came;
that the shallow pit filled with clear water.
Grasses and green shrubs flourished
as the stony ground gave way;
becoming deeply blanketed with
rich loam and soil.
Swans came to the pool, then other birds,
fish began to appear under the clear water.
He smiled as lovely maidens came to bathe there,
and as they frolicked in the newly made pond
they sang to him a sweet song
one that told of all that he had struggled to accomplish
here on this rugged earth,
how all that hard rough work
had become a most great work
that even now was instantly completed in heaven.
The maidens thanked the man for the beauty
he had wrought, even though
for now he only saw this through a glass but darkly
soon he would clearly behold the wonder of his works.
He smiled content at last as his laboring heart
beat one last time.
In the blue vase, hip high
Is a rose
Not a new rose, days have gone by
Since first blossom, and timeless scent
Fragile neck, a green cord, bent to the right
As if falling to one side in a half swoon
Oily briers, thorns dark and daring
Cat’s claws, to draw blood, but not on skin
To seep and drain, bruised, into veined segments
Cheek-soft, aging with hints of brown
Around deep blushing cups, scoured at the edge
Frayed by the sun
Into the red swirl, circles within circles
Melting away to the heart, the final secret
Exposed, peeled back, as a handkerchief
Untucked from the breast pocket
Falls to the ground
The first in a line of lovely failings
As time reveals itself in ailing petals
And sighs, content, as nature is reclaimed
As 2020 is left behind
Bring 2021 into the light
Faith and love are combined
Creating hope so very bright
Miracles are here to abide
Gentle feelings race to arrange
Thoughts of love and grace applied
To the heart who needs a change
Whispers of joy inspire the soul
With loving thoughts that bestow
Heaven’s guidance to heal and console
Breathing insight that is all aglow
Colors of crimson and azure love
Brighten hearts with the new dawn
Sent from the heavens up above
To those who know renewal over yon
Graceful music caresses the heart
With purity and peace that eases
There is assurance we need a new start
To leave behind the past with it’s diseases
There is promise that leaving the past
Will bring strength in the ones who live
Life as if it’s a gift from God so steadfast
A welcoming kindness that we can’t contrive
As 2020 is left in the past today
And 2021 brings us into the present
Know God will never lead us astray
With His love we should be content
Happy New Year
Today and always
May it bring cheer
And many better days!
2020 TO 2021 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Mohan Chutani
December 27, 2020
Circumstances controlling the cauldron
stirred through with malicious content
and yet that is the path that was forced upon you.
That was the path you never chosen,
but there you are.
Its filled with pits that make you simply cry
but no one is there to wipe your tears.
Its filled with traps that enrage the core of your soul,
but yet there is no hammer for you to throw at your rage.
In your mind you hear the voice telling you to press your way through
and you just keep going and going.
Time passes and seasons change
and as you look back you see
your muscles are bigger,
your strength has grown.
Yes, you still cry its just now you can
now your tears seem to help.
You are stronger than you knew,
because you went through hell,
then you grew.
Strangely stronger.
A continued state of joy is not solely based on
feelings and emotions.
It is more than a haha or a hee hee; It's much
bigger than that.
Although that kind of happiness/joy is great-
but it's based on circumstance or a situation
that makes one elated.
It’s like happiness spilling over, such as a first
kiss, falling in love, getting married, a child
being born, spending time with loved ones,
or accomplishing something.
Things such as these make one feel good.
However, how can one have a continued state
of joy when all hell breaks out?
Joy is choosing to be content regardless
of the circumstances.
It goes beyond circumstance- it shows up when
chaos is running rampant.
It has hope that things will work out when
things look uncertain.
It is not losing it when bad news arrives.
It can see beyond what is seen and
still, have faith everything will be alright.
A continued state of joy is much more than a
feeling it is a choice.
Inspired by the Joy Continuum contest
02/08/2021
POTD
Placed 5th in Premier Contest
Not lost, but merely seek,
knowledge and understanding.
Both of the natural world and
my mind’s space and time.
What insignificant thoughts will
push worries away,
occupying that space,
and consuming the time?
On these cloudy rainy days
the melancholy thoughts,
come playing peacefully, like
raindrops slowly falling.
The deer appear often at the edge
of the woods, testing things.
Full knowledge of watching eyes,
understanding no threat here.
The damp and green of summer
showers seem endless.
The hard rain satisfying the thirst
of both foliage and beast.
The young black bear scurries
across the road and into the lush,
vanishing into August’s green
and vast wet forest.
As the rain continues to fall,
the wipers moving back n forth,
out the window,
the birds bath and squirrels play.
The radio sings softly,
music from many years past,
no bad news of politics or wars,
rather lyrics for days like these.
From this rainy mountain top
peering down at the
Shenandoah valley below,
the world seems at peace.
This road of life, so similar to
this winding mountain parkway,
which today I travel,
content yet longing.
Stan even has his own coloring book available on Amazon.com at https://www.amazon.com/Stan-Busy-Snail-Gail-DeBole/dp/B09MDVQLTR!
Book's content is not identical to this poem's content.
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Poem written by Gail DeBole on 11/7/2015 and updated on 6/18/2018
1. Eat some dirt.
2. "Look" for a suitable habitat for winter hibernation.
3. Crawl up the side of a house.
4. Rest.
5. Finish crawling up the side of a house.
6. Crawl down the side of the same house.
7. Crawl on the sidewalk.
8. Avoid being crunched by a person's shoe.
9. Rest on a pile of stones.
10. Sniff around for some vegetation.
11. Eat some vegetation.
12. Avoid all predators and stay alive to face the next day.
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In lengthening slumberous reposes lies
Dickens' sterling pen under bluish skies;
And through them gloats deathless sun,
Taunting all that under his embers burn.
No more savoring of Oliver’s twisty trials
In doleful dints and extra-nuanced miles;
Nor shall of tested Nell all posterity hear,
Cooed in sweetly plaintive rhythms dear.
Nicholas Nickleby's adventures now
Must halt and take a somnolent bow,
And leave us at Muse’s orphan gate,
Slow to hug our stark bereaving fate.
Whence comes a defter pen to tell
Copperfield's youth and pupil spell,
By stingy virtue ridden through cry
And toil with dismal affection nigh?
Stung reader must content themselves
With ancient writs mute on dull shelves,
And with relish cherish and revive tales
Mid-voyage drowned by muffling gales.
"Happiness and sorrow ebb and flow like waves upon a beach,
and I am but a grain of sand."
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I think of myself as nothing more than a sunflower
who, at the hint of first light, turns to face due East
Respectful of dawn, through God's glorious power,
morning stirs my spiritual need, and upon it I feast.
It's not a shortcoming to be generous and humble,
nor a weakness in my character, a burden to bear.
I'm never too proud to ask for help when I stumble
for if I humbly ask for His hand, it will be there.
Defiantly, pride seems to take control before a fall
Arrogance is a foolish trait that becomes a liability
ending in dishonor when the foolhardy hit a wall.
Humility can be a saving grace; but not a disability.
I am just a tiny grain of sand, washed upon a beach,
a speck of dust on Earth, the size of a mustard seed.
I believe by being modest, happiness is in my reach
Content with what little I have, not tempted by greed.
Integrity is an admirable quality in an altruistic mind
Benevolence and compassion are gifts to be lauded
By living an unassuming life, my worth will be defined
without need to be rewarded, praised, or applauded.
November 3, 2021
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