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What of those dreams that in our mind
Seek distant hopes and in them find
That love and life may be combined
Awakening, our thoughts commence
Become aware of real events
And all new life soon represents
Approaching wisdom born in birth
Exposes fundamental worth
Of all that’s meaningful on Earth
That as the coming life unfolds
Despite all history could mold
Remains a future yet untold
But now, with lacking confidence
In yet unproven competence
Impatiently face providence
Until that moment of delight
To smile absurdly at the sight
Learn everything of life … is right
July 30, 2018 Inspired by but submitted too late for
JOYS and TEARS of being AN EXPECTANT PARENT (mother-father)
Sponsored by: Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser
Every November, Harlem hums
coquito chilling, collards cooking,
a holiday approaching
that never sat right with me.
Before the parades, the plates,
my mind slips past the pretty lies
we paint over pain
and calls it “Thanksgiving.”
I think about Columbus
the way they crown him a hero
when really
he sparked the unraveling
of my whole bloodline.
Taino shores stained red.
Africans dragged into ships.
A continent bent under the weight of his footsteps.
And every year,
I whisper the same wish:
“If only I could turn back time…”
That’s when the sand rises
lifting out the sidewalk cracks,
spinning into an hourglass storm.
Suddenly I’m in 1492,
staring at the moment
everything went left.
Columbus stands on his deck,
smug, boots tapping out the rhythm
of centuries of sorrow.
And my whole soul wants to stop him
one push,
one word,
one shift in the timeline.
But the sand flickers
and replaces him with worse.
A conqueror history hid
because his cruelty
couldn’t fit on clean white pages.
He doesn’t want gold.
He wants erasure.
The sand darkens.
Across the ocean, Africans fade
not freed,
just gone,
executed on their own soil
before they could ever become ancestors.
The Caribbean I know
Bomba drums,
Taino caves,
abuela’s laughter in Loíza
collapses into dust
so fast I begin fading with it.
I reach for Harlem
its stoops,
its music,
its cultures braided like my own DNA
but my hand slips through the city
as if I’m a ghost
in a world that never had a reason
to make me.
If I change the past,
I erase myself.
I erase my people.
The sand spins like it’s teaching me
with every grain.
Then suddenly
a softer shimmer.
The scene resets.
Columbus steps off the boat humble,
listening.
The Taino greet him without fear,
teaching him how to walk the land
without breaking it.
Years later, Africans arrive
not in chains,
but in hope.
By choice.
Bringing rhythm, language, strength,
building a true America
with the Taino
side by side.
The hourglass rights itself.
Harlem returns
alive, loud, imperfect,
but real.
And I breathe.
I can’t change the past.
But I’m the proof
that my ancestors made it through
anyway.
After stepping out of the forest river,
the jaguar’s dripping.
So subtle, the drops, so clear, they nearly disappear.
The painting looks real, but the frame is too small
to depict the mass - don’t tempt your safety with touch.
Funny, the puddle that forms on the art place floor.
A slippery slope to instigate an investigation. Instead,
carefully slide your feet and plant them beside the vegetation.
The jaguar might look the other way. He sees his next victim
approaching, encroaching, crouching, couching his fear.
The curious fellow touches wet paint…
and just like that, he ain’t…
If we’d known where to look we would have seen it coming.
It was out there in the distance growing closer all the time.
Relentlessly approaching, there is no use in running.
Eventually it catches up… It happens all the time.
Crazy world is here!
Crazy world is here!
Lift your glass to sanity,
It’s all but disappeared!
Crazy world is here!
If we’d made a different turn, like right at Albuquerque,
Could it have been avoided? I guess we’ll never know.
There’s no use complaining we are just where we must be.
So, stand your ground, my brothers! There’s nowhere else to go!
Crazy world is here!
Crazy world is here!
Count out all the reasons
That we should fret and fear.
Crazy world is here!
Burn your map, it’s now outdated.
All the lines are re-arranged.
Ancient prophets claim it’s fated.
Everything was going to change…
Everything was going to change…
If you’ve not made preparations I don’t know what to tell you.
There isn’t much that you can do. The cupboards are all bare.
Just a matter of survival, now. Got to do what you must do.
Because the walls are crumbling and you can’t just stand there scared.
Crazy world is here!
Crazy world is here!
Raise your voices, sound the horns
To the new frontier!
Crazy world is here!
Escaping grinding poverty
And violent crimes
You left scant existence
Holding your Dad's hand
In the middle of the night
Going on a long journey
Dreaming of a free land
Miles and miles you walked
Learning for the first time
Price of liberty is high
As you trekked along
More than thousand miles
Exhausted by heat and humidity
Hungry and thirsty you got
But you didn't mind
Marching for a cause
Approaching the border
Happily you sighed
When strangers fed you
Tortillas, beans, and rice
But things soon changed
As borders got closed
Even for asylum claims
Clueless of what that meant
You sought refuge
In your Dad's judgment
Finding a way in
Surrendering yourself
As they took Dad away
Without a hug or goodbye
Ignoring your cries
Being in detention now
Affection you longed for
Yet you carried on
Searching grown up faces
For any sign of Dad
As days and weeks passed
Till you lost your resolve
When two kids in custody died
Paying the ultimate price
And yielding to anguish
Relentlessly you cried
Unable to think or breathe
Wanting to scream loudly
But choking on your grief
No one has told you yet
Your father's whereabouts
As you wait and wait
Learning day by day
In the land of the free
What misery feels like
To a destitute child
December 31, 2018
Placed 3rd..Misery poetry contest by Edward Ibeh
Baffled by viscous thoughts of life
you traverse a road with rocks in strife,
a faint whisper echoes in your broken sleep
through topaz waves dreams emerge to reap.
A heart holding an innocent lucid streak
hums simmering desires to reach their peak.
If pain overflows tender souls in dark
a voice cuddles their ember agony spark,
incandescent memories calling you in glee
a lullaby dissolving that flame...let me be.
Death could be a passenger you'd meet someday
approaching your ship on a taciturn bay,
what if hurricanes engulf a stormy sea
a lifeboat to rescue that ship...let me be.
Words wrapped in paranoia wavering bleak
failing to unlock scared doors that are weak,
your shriveled wishes waiting to be free
a key of soothing answers at dusk...let me be.
A love that shimmers in dusky brown eyes
amazed yet reluctant burning in draped guise,
a tender melody to hold it forever I see
a night that melts your heart...let me be.
Darling, you've waged a valiant war for long
warrior of veiled emotions, you are too strong,
reveal unmasked layers of tenderness, they plea
a healing zenith of pearly stars...let me be.
August 1, 2020
Heart Truth Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke
~Winner: 1st Place
The morning mirror shows my aging eyes;
a dim reflection of what used to be.
With woeful trepidation I surmise
that I’m approaching final destiny.
As time’s relentless ticking marches by,
I start to think about that fateful day;
my presence here will bid a fond goodbye,
but will my memory be here to stay.
Will future generations know my name,
or will I be someone that time forgot;
I worry, did I live without acclaim,
and then I’m tempered by this final thought…
long past the day these weary bones have gone,
my humble poetry will still live on.
September 19, 2019
I could smell and sense
the showers coming in the air
with an approaching storm.
I inhale this
light little scent of heaven.
The rain will never dampen my spirits.
No umbrella for me tonight.
But, I don't mind,
I'll walk in the rain.
I savor this
sweet little taste of heaven.
The flavor is cool and refreshing,
with a purity
that is almost indescribable.
It is cleansing to my soul,
I can feel it
washing away my cares,
and making it okay to smile, again.
I experience this
gentle little caress of heaven.
When it soaks through
my jacket and my jeans.
My shoes splash
in the rain
with every step that I take.
I can hear it
tap dancing on the rooftops,
with invisible feet.
The streetlights
reflect on the wet pavement,
in pools of gold and silver.
The neon signs blink,
red and yellow,
blue and green.
Like drips of paint,
it puddles on the street.
Bringing color
to where there was none before,
only a flood of gray.
Now there is a palette
of fragrances to absorb.
Creating almost a rainbow
in the nighttime.
Written by: Kelly Deschler
November 11th, 2013
For Nette Onclaud's contest - "Fragrance Of Rain"
I am coming to see you dear, I have no time to spear, I am coming out of the shadows of doubt to find out what this thing is about, I want to experience a brand new tomorrow and leave the darkness behind me as I journey towards the pinnacle of hope to fulfill my destined journey.
The sun has dried the moisture out of the clouds and summer is on the run, the birds are going east, west, north and south and the wilderness with its forward premonition is lock with time near the ocean of the divine, while autumn waits patiently under the bush for the perfect time to cook.
The guests are pouring into the town and there is preparation all around, the kitchen staffs are running in and out with trays loaded with fresh baked cakes and bread, they arrange them neatly on tables in the halls and hungry people are getting ready for a ball.
It’s is more than a treat for the hungry people roaming the street; there is lots of food around so excises some manners before you go inside, don’t eat more than you can manage and don’t be a glutton you will have more the next day and what is there is just for today.
I am coming out of this town and shake the entire demon to the ground. I have broken the ropes and chain and flush the portion down the drain.
I have pulled up the whist from around the plants and prepare the land to make a brand-new start, the bad energy is exorcised from the property and the bitterness they throw into the gate is sent running down the lane.
The bad men have left the town and summer is walking around. The heat is rising and the country girls are singing, they are getting ready for a brand new beginning.
I am locked up in a strange place and I am sandwich between the walls and the gate, the brazen sun is approaching the hill and my heart is singing a strange rhythm and I want you to listen in.
My heart is connected to the ground listening to the melody of a familiar sound but time continues to move around to defeat the origin of that dreadful sound.
I have evolved.
Two hearts kissed, breathless
With joy, smiles, light…
Raining hope into the silence,
Whispering life through the soul
Who knows they will never grow old
Because their hearts are bound
By the mystery of their history
Together, abiding in the dream,
The freedom, the feeling…
Two minds reach out, laughing
As the waves of grace sigh,
Singing imagination, wonder
Into the spirit of their senses,
Awakening wispy intimacy – quiet
Warmth, abiding in the friendship
The glory of two who know…
Life awaits their connection, a bond
Shining, sparkling, enlightening
Thrilling each thought with the truth
In hues of inspiration, a liaison
Brought to life by the belief, the mood
Dependent on grace and erasing
All doubt, all worry, all the clouds
Embracing the gentling of a sky
Rising through the starriest smiles
Two hopes ignite, fires alive
With passion, desire
The burning of two who know
Deepest emotions, the goal
To reach beyond the moment
Into the horizon of joy
The wonder of two dreams
Faith that frees and sees
All the silent poses
Approaching the truth
With colorful hues
Shades of creativity, certainty
Abiding in the conviction
Life’s rising tale of sensitivity
Stirring flames of grace
Telling two hearts, amazed
By the combination of light
Assurance and loyalty
Insight and wisdom so alive
Two – two who know
Love that grows and grows
Freeing the very soul
To listen to the elation, the thrill
Combined in lives who still
Know that love is more than a feeling
Love is real – and still gives
More than it takes, more joy, more faith
More of everything that makes
Life feel like a place blessed
By the One who makes a way
Even when it seems there is no way
Two hearts, two souls, two loves
Combined to create ONE ambition…
The goal is a life who has lived, a love
God has given to be given – so GIVE!
A Note In The Wind Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Charles Messina
October 23, 2022