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You walk into a green and gold landscape.
The landscape is in a green and gold book.
Until now, you have just been looking, sensing, imagining,
but (and this is essential), you must now gaze upon
the frontispiece under the cover.
This page will be blood red, if it’s any other color
then you are in a fairytale.
Study that rouge, that scarlet, that blood,
if you don’t see yourself drowning in that red,
then you are not a willing sacrifice, you are a victim.
This is not a land that has anyplace on a map,
This is not a book that begins, it has a certain amount of
beautifully adorned pages, then something must die.
This landscape you have imagined for you both
is a killer, it beheads you.
If you are both headless by chapter three
then the story will work out just fine
until
you or her tire of the tale you are telling each other;
then the book will close slowly
but the ending is never closed,
like a genetic set of musical variations
you must keep returning to
it will play on,
even when you find
another book in another place.
The movie theater’s fancy now;
Its leather seats recline
And there is more than popcorn offered
If you’d like to dine.
So we sat down, leaned back and thus
On footrests placed our feet,
Until somebody came along
And said, “You’re in my seat!”
For now you can reserve a spot
Like at a Broadway show.
I think for cinema, that’s not
The way it ought to go.
I liked the old style so much more –
You plopped down anyplace
As long as no one’s coat was there
To claim it as his space.
The floor was sticky, leg room tight
And if somebody tall
Was seated right in front of you,
You couldn’t see at all.
But now the chairs are lush and large
And naturally, not cheap;
Unless the movies’ really good,
I might just fall asleep!
What I'd like to give you, is an ounce of my perfume
Scented with smiles, laughter and inspirational love
What I’d like to give you, is a feeling of joy abloom
Pouring from the heart like a whisper from up above
What I’d like to give you, is a miracle we’ll presume
Compassionate promises that you can’t get rid of
What I’d like to give you, is an ounce of my perfume
Fragrant with light in hues of kindness, faith, grace
What I’d like to give you, is lasting praise to resume
Falling around your soul in the very warmest embrace
What I’d like to give you, is a pause of every gloom
Filling your heart with dreams more alive than anyplace
What I’d like to give you, is an ounce of my perfume
Coloring your thoughts in hues of creativity and vision
What I’d like to give you, is pleasure you’d never assume
Marked by truth and wisdom to control every decision
What I’d like to give you, is assurance you won’t find doom
Wherever you go will be light and love, stirring provision
What I’d like to give you, is an ounce of my perfume
So that you can smell the fragrance of honest hope
What I’d like to give you, is gentleness to fill the room
Breathing out a pledge of elation to help you cope
What I’d like to give you, is the desire to consume
Elation that defies all thought in its beautiful scope
What I’d like to give you, is an ounce of my perfume
An aroma to remind you that you are loved so much
What I’d like to give you is a love that resists the tomb
Love that thrives and survives, grows with each touch
What I’d like to give you is a feeling that will loom
Forever alive on the inside, thrilling the heart as such
What I’d like to give you, is an ounce of my perfume
What I’d like to leave you, is a pearl from the soul
What I’d like to give you, is a lasting, jubilant plume
What I’d like to leave you, is love that makes you whole
What I’d like to give you, is memories you can exhume
What I’d like to leave you, is love from the heart you stole
I’m going to bring you home, to a love that will never roam
Bring Me Home Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Mystic Rose Rose
September 25, 2021
On the day her son was born…a day of happiness and joy
the doctor came to her bedside and said, “There’s a problem with your boy.”
“He will never be like other boys.” the doctor said
“You should think about finding him a permanent place to stay.
It will make your life so much easier…and he won’t be in the way.”
“I know just the place.” the mother said.
Where he’ll be happy and free to roam.
Then she thanked the doctor, packed their bags and took her baby home.
“You know it wouldn’t be easy.” the doctor said.
The mother smiled…. “Answer me this quiz:
When it comes to being easy..what life ever is?”
His teachers said it’s difficult for him to learn
that he has a short attention span…
“I know.” His mother smiled and said, “let’s just teach him what we can.”
“You know it won’t be easy.” the teacher said
The mother smiled…. “Answer me this quiz:
When it comes to being easy..what life ever is?”
All her life she’s worried about him
as all mothers do
anyplace he ever went
anytime he started something new.
And to everyone who told her it won’t be easy
she gave them this same quiz:
“When it comes to being easy,” she’d ask, “what life ever is?”
She worked to make his life meaningful
never thinking as the years passed in such a blur
that as she brought meaning into his life
he brought meaning into hers.
And though it wasn’t always easy…
What life ever is?
She’s glad from the beginning
she knew
the answer to her quiz.
They slowly walk to Ground Zero
to grieve for someone they lost or know,
I came to this site for all the fallen;
great sadness mixed with supreme joy,
because they've reached the ultimate glory...
in that place where no one is alone!
My poem is for those I didn't know,
for someone who needed help, but wasn't there;
I would have given up the very breath of this life
to have saved,at least, one soul...
not to make another bell toll!
This loud and deep voice
would have called out to them with infinite grace,
to pull their trapped bodies out of the flames;
and they would have answered me with a whisper...
to lead them, from the mortal darkness, into the living light!
Seasons change colors,
and every year one seems
different from the other;
I stay the same forever...
remembering that nobody
is safe anyplace, or anywhere!
Be alert and vigilant as they couldn't be...
our enemies are full of treachery,
and trepidation is a sign of sure weakness;
they intimitate us with another menace!
My poem is for those I didn't know,
and being that stranger I feel even more;
I would have offered my kind arms,
and let their wish,to stay alive,
fall in this caring heart flowing with kindness:
I would have taken their place and gladly died!
timing is everything
pretty much anytime
anyhow anyplace
morning noon or evening
whatever the birth date
no matter the season
or how tight the G-string
victuals and drink
the chiefs of a good diet
this old woman could not be quiet
she wiped her clammy hands
on a mellow yellow chiffon dress
Circa 1959
timing is overdressed
always never again
maybe sometimes never thrice
the aging colors
of dusty dreams
invite us to frolic
but only briefly
now that it's technical
there are no more heroes
this old lady only waved
when she was yawning
where had her archives gone
into a lifetime of sea
timing is to blame
cooks faster than bacon
doesn't stop and carries a knife
hour after hour reaches out
blinds us to see
takes us half the way there
days tripping over rock stars
nothing is by accident
in adjoining rooms
that old lady never listened
had many years of unread messages
lost the keys to the Jeep
waited for the next available rep
timing held its breath
up-to-the-minute
it was no small matter
prior days posted
atop one another
stealing sunshine
never recoiling
yesterday at sundown
she crashed the ATV
this old lady lived to skål
joy rides at the speed of sound
backward and past the contrasts
always in a leopard pill-box hat
timing had meant everything
still in response to yesterday
it was no grand prize
a gray higgledy-piggledy shrub
below the tidal noise
standing in the doorway with poise
blocking the Entrance
that's what ^tiempo_ was
cowbells and castagnettes
this old lady kicked it
in an instant such as this
cursed by seasons of glare
life kissed her feet in recompense
timing and it's belongings
had paced past and present
and lasted but a moment
in the vestibule by the portal
there is a possessed clock
it stages lifetime shifts
every step you take up or down the staircase
days weeks months years decades
a life-span of keeping your eyes on it
We were miserable and exhausted by the rife.
We leave the severe planet to fight for itself.
Be patient, though! We admit in another life.
Will toss the earth; however, we will not strife.
We sway from light to dark alike a fading star.
Our spirits run deep beneath the sea surface.
Our thoughts are a sort of dull fluid at night scar.
Alike a liquid that moves across an unseen furnace.
I yearn my days to be linked to spontaneous worshiping.
The meadow, the grove, and the creek were once one.
Consistently, it appears to me that the earth was spinning.
It looks to be engulfed by a halo of a bright cosmic sun.
A fantasy's brilliance and freshness sensation.
One who existed earlier doesn't subsist anymore.
I may coast anyplace I pick, without restriction.
I can no longer discover the things that I have seen before.
Our being is nothing but slumber and forgetfulness.
As we rise in the womb, our Souls appear in the skies.
Souls are the key to God's mystery, not forgetfulness,
We do not appear naked but rather with destiny rays.
We are liable for our birth, life, and death grim.
As we are still in our prime, blessing surrounds us!
The child's growth allows the death shades to creep on to him.
Children will detect the glow so they will be able to spot its basis.
We will cease living; however, we won't be alive
What is the significance of this for us?
A borrower ought not to be utilized to cultivate contrive.
It is the result of another person's activities.
It takes a lot of effort to keep on developing.
Although nature is eternal, our world is transitory.
As previously said, life is an awful feeling.
Desire not to be afraid around dying; it is destiny.
The immortal soul cannot abide endlessly on the body.
The earthliness of life has a dreadful effect on the soul.
Only immortality could teach the human to die godly.
Humans, as upright beings, require faith in the eternal.
Written: July 17, 2021
''I'' Contest New or Old Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Owning the ability to strikingly be on a rough road.
Need the pride to cross the hazardous paddled rowed.
Caesar energetically settled on a terrible decision.
Cross a no-return line for Rome's dictator to goad.
When they had passed the Rubicon's canyon.
Their battle fizzled into cruel oppression.
Out of the red downpour, passing raised its peak.
Where their bodies swam in an ocean of dejection.
The evil has bestowed on humanity a bleak.
They'll be modified into poisoned minds Greek.
Wanting abundance, they are killing their power.
Projecting havoc on Earth and fueling flames of shriek.
Boomed and dabbed same as a colossal breaker.
Evil masters unleashed devastation ashore and water.
Mores perished, and the Earth was scorched.
God has gotten some distance from man's disaster.
Drink and trust your trick isn't called.
You missed the last outing for no end.
Resting is simple presently; you're patching.
This will happen once all perspectives are tired?
Friends, we're in it for the long stretch being.
There is no way toward the rear for returning.
The briny exit is to move straight forward.
It'll drive us anyplace we crave to be moving.
As his army crossed the Rubicon River, the point of no return, Julius Caesar said the famous lines "Alea lacta est," which means "the dice is cast." This poem discusses apocalyptic prophecies when crossing the Rubicon.
Written: October 11, 2021
Pick-A-Title, Vol 26 - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
Age does not define us,
But our choices surely do.
How I live my life may not
At all appeal to you.
We have to find that comfort zone
Between our younger verve
And, in our later years, that well
Of vigor in reserve.
Some people choose to stay at home,
Quite happy to embrace
The extra time to just relax,
Not going anyplace.
While others, with the end in sight,
Have trips they rush to plan,
Locations where they’ve never been,
To travel while they can.
There is no right or wrong in this;
All people must decide
If they’re ready to step off the train
Or stay on for the ride.
When all the lines you crossed but didn't see
Grow darker by the day upon your face
Your rosy blush of youth has been erased
And cheeks are drawn where dimples used to be
Your train of thought fueled by a memory
Runs tracks of time that don't lead anyplace
The stops along the way will be retraced
Then one day it will stop in front of me
I'd like to think the pause will bring a smile
Your heather colored eyes would brightly bloom
Your heart would beat the rhythm of a rhyme
You'd disembark and stay a little while
And when you blink I'll be back in the moon
The smile so warm it lasts until next time
by Daniel Turner