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In January, the kaboom of fireworks
Redefining glitter above us: What if
The sky was pink, should purple rain besmirch us
Yet, don a cheer for New Year.
In February, the appearance of bouquets, cordate chocolates
Many secret loves trespassing sticky notes
Lovely nothings hang mid-air.
In March, the hope of summer
springing like anxious fledglings pushed off their perch
Rain becomes wet again, and slinky vines climb, and the clandestine shed their lairs.
In April, the ascendancy of kites, compassionate Christ, innocent rose
enfeebling the Tempter's snare.
In May, the juggernaut of time: mother's five-foot smile
displays Amazing Grace's incarnate view.
In June, the wonder of rivers, warm dews, a Padre's hard hands, and ears
Perhaps, a hidden hero you never knew.
In July, the rhythm & blues of summer moods
fiestas, rowdy follicles flow from idling youth
siestas, catching dreams, catching dust-lust-rust
cane harvests, when fireflies flew.
In August, the brigades of picnickers, lemonade pitchers, watermelon
Days just go by you.
In September, the persistence of our memories
Time mows on.
Some things stay.
In October, the signs of leaves in the copse
and June plums plumping.
Newness shortly falls away.
In November, the reign of pumpkin and cinnamon
With stew dumplings wrapped in singed banana sleeves.
Giving thanks, table heads bowed, raised prayer palms
Discount deals. It's Black Friday!
In December, the thrill of his Christmas kiss
glows my nose a carrot-red
blowing winter back
... till May
It was an early Christmas present
I was so anxious to give it to him
It was so soft and luxurious
I thought how it would keep him warm
With the winter months ahead
Turned out he didn’t need it
He never saw one flake of snow that year
No more walks across the fields
To his creek over the bridge he built
To the cabin with his woodstove
Where he’d percolate fresh coffee
And toast bread on its hot surface
In a flash it was all delegated to a distant past
How I would treasure that snapped photo
Of my father’s precious smile
As he tried on his new fur hunting hat
Published in my 24-page photo/anthology ~A SIMPLE MAN~ 2020
AP: 1st place 2020
I sat in my yard, revering to the sublime splendor.
A Setting sun lighted wheat fields with a gold fender.
The universe is a celestial art by a creator in the sky,
Waves of fuchsia purple swept over the vast bay.
A vast sense of relief overwhelmed the crowd,
Our balance is being reset by an enigmatic cloud.
On a club seat with a friend-calling stranger,
My plans are drying out, and he rules my future.
Engage in conversation with an utter stranger,
On a bus, train, or airplane, there is no danger.
Do not fear woodpeckers; you're a snug man,
There is a chance that this connection won't span.
Stranger, your smile brightens the world.
Stranger! Can we sustain an eternal odd horde?
Stranger, let's smoke, drink coffee, and talk.
Relationship talk may sneak into silicone caulk.
Lightness after pain bestows short-term happiness,
The agony of aliens sparks elation and craftiness.
When wooing a scumbag, truancy may be attractive,
Where howls prevailed, calm gropes were inductive.
But not everyone I described was abrasive,
People greet, faces saying farewell, prate to give.
No words upright a graceful aura, no weakness,
Laying our sins at God's feet, exulting in meekness.
A stranger might canalize me into his world,
My own is ponderous, but I've done nothing absurd.
Since when I'm with you, I would sure cut loose,
With you, I flee in a sustained way that I can seduce.
My anxious thoughts rip through my wrecked heart,
A genuine man, riven and split into red and blue charts.
I will be a stranger as I wade down the dreary street,
A stranger is resting on concrete, seeking an exit.
Written: September 23, 2022
Abyss my sorrows lies beneath the deep ocean
I am anxious and frustrated, swing that is intolerable beyond my span
tremor that produce fear in the mind
love loses its way remains sick behind
the earth is now trembling in such of the tremor in turn.
The evening stars has been lost its glory in pain
listen , the worst people has forgotten donation or sacrifice in thirst of gain
this is the painful form of civilization
the society has became dungeon,
and the world has became bloody, peoples engaged in war to ruin.
The world is endangered and not in tune, grief overwhelmed
rich and riches are the worth living and are deceptive all of them.
they use in tricks and power
runs in groups in each & every hour,
sweet world is no longer happy now, has became rough and dead in that game.
It has lost its fragrance in leaf, becomes restless, worsen its dwelling
has lost its liveliness to sing humanity and all virtues has swallowing.
My soul is swaying in pain
I wish to set fire in shower of rain
I to do promissory war to destruct evil, for peace and tranquilizing.
In that bet, sorrow, the sea of sorrow, will be sowed
divine the fight mom, I will drowned today, I will take my sword.
At the door of such poison
I will jump mom, for such reason,
I have to win it mom or I will sacrifice my life on that board.
I will Jump to spread the glory of mom, my vow divine
I will set the fire with blood and will bring spring; I will fight till death line.
no matter if I die
rest the world will sing in the sky,
they will hold that immortal slogan to burnt the sin, they them self will assign.
The luster of the flame, poison of devil and the flag there on
wrath of them will smash and will write the history of destruction
that day oh my mom, remember me
keep me in your caress thee
in the golden land of heights, keep me in the stars of your eyes in run.
"Dead leaves lay still until the wind takes them~here and there: even the last flower is withered: yet there is a beauty in decay. "
Quote by _Constance La France
Ah, east wind—you trekked afar for fallen foliage.
A growing impulse to claim a human life away.
Finally soaking it in, you boosted your dosage.
Soothing the sting of idleness and recalling decay
Tell me, for whom are you persevering to wait?
I'll unpack things and sit down once it's too late.
Sunny or rainy skies, can love set you elate?
Oh, wind, if you're after me, I'll greet you with glee.
The roar of the sand yelled forth, wild and free.
Clapped hands, all the broad leaves around me
Decay is infinite; by using a taciturn tone, no judge
I would plant my seeds even if Cosmo died today.
Synergy solves queries, but discord swells hate.
I often felt decay was as pretty and rich as spree.
Written: June 3rd, 2023
1St Place Contest Winner
Writing Challenge - D Quotes Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Fragmented Rhyme: created by Constance La France
On Ocean
Turbulent was not the Ocean.
Wonderful largest liner floated safely beyond the breakers
Inspired by luxurious sea voyage
Affluent passengers sailed happily.
Sea was calm,happy were passengers.
Captain was relaxed,sailors not anxious.
Tension-free ship suddenly struck by hidden ice berg.
Abrupt rush of water-flow flooded the deck, causing ship wreck
Not enough life boats to accommodate all innocent helpless souls
Ill-fated Titanic sank.
Those jumped on sea frozen in ice-cold water.
Captain Smith and sailors in the ship prayed till last breath facing death
Ship Carpethia reached too late to rescue a few in the life boats still afloat
02/09/17 Word Count 105
Any Free Verse word count 150 or less Contest by Laura Loo
February 16 Scripture Meditations Based on Joshua 16-20
Key Verse – Joshua 17:4 …The LORD commanded Moses to give us an inheritance among our brethren. Therefore according to the commandment of the LORD he gave them an inheritance among the brethren of their father.
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR GIVING ME AN INHERITANCE
Thank You for giving me an inheritance that’s eternal
So blessed am I to possess it, despite my being fleshly and carnal
Let me value such more than the ephemeral
Since You are my Provider...
...supremely sovereign, authoritatively supernal.
Thank You for giving me an inheritance that’s priceless
So privileged am I to own it, despite my being worthless
Let me cherish such to subdue vanity, really useless
Since You are my Benefactor...
...absolutely generous with gifts always measureless.
Thank You for giving me an inheritance that’s perfect
So awed am I to have it, despite my being imperfect
Let me keep such which is in the center of Your will whenever I select
Since You are my Source...
...constantly wise in molding my godly intellect.
Thank You for giving me an inheritance that’s best
So honoured am I to receive it, despite my being the smallest
Let me treasure such while staying in Your plan, the greatest
Since You are my All...
...victoriously triumphant over the finest.
Thank You for giving me an inheritance that’s useful
So humbled am I to accept it, despite my being unfaithful
Let me prosper through such and strive to be fruitful
Since You are my Maker...
...excellently effective in building me to be skillful.
Thank You for giving me an inheritance that’s precious
So joyful am I to handle it, despite my being anxious
Let me invest for it as I stay diligent by Your prodding, constantly gracious
Since You are my Supplier...
...unceasingly bountiful for harvest, verily plenteous.
February 16, 2022
I blindly stumble on finding myself neither with direction nor familiar path in aimless pretense there is yet purpose to my life - though is evident to all I am found lost within the barren territories of my own mind, void of reasonably presented logic and run aground with no hope of home. My soul in constant outcry as one lost in the darkness of abyss searching in anxious wait there be reply more than my own echoed refrains of haunting plea.
Through dissection of the past I slow the hands of time in flailing attempt to take deep notice of my failings, tracing through every act resulting in sorted outcome with hope that new found revelation allow reversal of such transgressions which lead to result of this hell in which I now exist. I search a morning sky to find no sun upon it, containing no light no dark no color no passion - devoid of life or signs therein for I am blinded by the emptiness of a life without you, overcome in my longing to once again fall into your arms and experience your love and your grace.
Moon Stars Jupiter and Mars are removed from this lifeless life to which I am now chained.
This harsh stone of reality and my own brokenness bind me as I am cast into the sea of the vanquished separated from the ears of god that my anguished cries be not heard.
My Love, my Hope my Goddess further from thee I have never been with loss unfathomable even when presented in compare to history’s well written walls.
You have with your withdrawl withdrawn my world from me
In 2019...
I was working in call centres.
The big boys at work booked trips to Thailand...
I went to book mine.
I saw a brochure in the background...
I said "take me there."
It was Sri Lanka.
I changed my plans and felt called.
I didn't check the world map, I just started planning.
I got to Dubai, messaging a friend.
He messaged... "Watch out, there has been an attack in the city you're flying into."
I boarded the plane, it took off as per normal.
We turned on the news, the energy was tense.
A bombing, at our destination.
The Mother and Child next to me freeze.
The flight attendants pretend nothing is wrong.
I stare at the news...
The death toll rises.
1, 2, 50, 100.
The plane doesn't turn around.
I sit, for 4 hours, the death toll rising...
Me approaching. 300...
The Mother next to me and myself, we held hands.
We clenched tight.
I realised I hadn't checked the language spoken over there.
We landed, the signs made no sense.
By God's grace, I'd booked a tour guide.
36 degrees Celsius, military everywhere.
Crashes in the distances, traffic back to back.
Scared faces everywhere, foreigners turning around.
Checkpoints and bodysearches, I looked and felt anxious.
Found my tour guide in a hot, rained on crowd.
He asked to take me to his village.
I still don't know where it was.
Social media shut off, no contact to home for 48 hours.
7 Days under Martial Law...
Soldiers lining the streets, guns in hand.
Body and car searches in the mountains and drugs offered to me to keep me calm by locals.
A beautiful experience... Incredible people, scenery and adventures...
Where my "flight path" trauma response was formed.
I couldn't get off of the plane.
From then on, whatever bad happened... I was stuck on the plane.
For years, in daily scenarios... I closed my eyes and put on my parachute.
I wasn't stuck on the plane.
You're not stuck on the plane.
You don't need to fly into the chaos...
You have a choice.
Do you have a flight path response?
A road that you always follow?
Does it have to be this way?
We talked today after a long, long time.
I was mostly listening, and I can do that better, I think.
She was worried about me. Anxious and agitated
“Please read the holy book every day,
Recitation of holy scriptures will keep the evils
Of our minds away,” she said.
Those words of divine revelations,
The opening,
The people of the cave.
Lives of ancient people with the glory of ancient times.
I am mostly invisible these days.
Kids laugh and play, and sleep
They do their homework
With or without me.
I wander in my invisible self
without any clue for a quick fix.
My little one was laughing, giggling the other day
"Why can’t you take me in your lap?” He asked.
"You are growing up, that’s why,” I answered.
He shrugged and went away.
I attended a webinar about writing poems today
I asked a question on the chatbox
And felt I went to my invisible phase again, probably
It happens quite often, at least some days are like that.
Right now, sunlight is touching my cheeks, I could feel.
Pouring words just started swirling, which would help me to forget
My ability and inability, altogether.