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Through mirror’s bilge, Mariana on deck -
Wick’d queen, licks lips, with a delicious scheme.
In mock ascent, ego gives cheek a peck.
Suddenly daughter’s reflection - a gleam,
As snow forms queen’s exhale into a scream,
Her rubious threads covered in bright light,
Mariana’s hair in cascading flight.
Furious dark red strands taint apple’s flesh.
Fruit’s innocent beauty beckons a fright.
Hoary-shapeshifter tempts Eve - step-hate fresh.
8/15/2020
Contest: Pick-A-Title, Vol 21 - Dizain
Chosen Title: Incandescence
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Dizain in 10 syllable lines
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I Shall Feel Your Touch Always
Whenever I think of you my dearest one regardless of the time of the day,
I sometimes lose myself in moments of deepest introspection, but I know
and realize that “I Shall Feel Your Touch Always.”
With the divine clouds in Heaven above itself,
I shall feel your touch always!
When I dream of you so deeply during the night,
I shall feel your touch always!
With the warm sweet winds of Summer kissing our faces,
I shall feel your touch always!
When we walk together closely now hand in hand,
I shall feel your touch always!
By the beauty of a most radiant starlit night,
I shall feel your touch always!
As we walk in the shadow and smile of the Full Moon,
I shall feel your touch always!
As I look passionately into your most loving eyes,
I shall feel your touch always!
With the gentle cool breeze of a fresh Spring morning,
I shall feel your touch always!
When I think of your special smile and funny presence,
I shall feel your touch always!
After a soft rain as a magical color-arrayed Rainbow appears,
I shall feel your touch always!
As the cool-warm wind of Autumn caresses our very souls,
I shall feel your touch always!
When I hear the mellifluous voices of Angels in my dream world,
I shall feel your touch always!
As we walk in the fresh-frozen wonder of a bright Winter morning,
I shall feel your touch always!
When our earthly presence ends and we walk on footpaths to eternity,
I shall feel your touch always!
As we one day stand before God in Heaven after our final ascent,
I shall feel your touch always!
As I declare my eternal love to you forever my dearest one,
I shall feel your touch always!
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved,
November 12, 2015 (Epiphora)
I am Grimlocke, the oracle
Visiting back to your cradle
With a journey to your present
And future as your pinnacle
Let's take this moment to ascent
Without any needs to circumvent
The search for meaning of life's dream
As my soft words will represent
You were conceived with sweat and steam
By two parents with love supreme
To Earth they would deliver you
Where many love you as a team
Through time your friends would join the queue
To place you here with strength anew
A home where you would light a pen
Writing poems just like fine stew
The vision is where you attend
All of fine truth and no pretend
Putting smiles on lots of faces
This is where your time you will spend
Before you go to the races
Know that you are of the aces
A super person that is here
In one of the best of places
Monday, October 4, 2021
Six years
Punctuated with a walk across a stage
A piece of paper
Representing a past and future
listen to the cheers and whistles
This is your moment
It is ours as well
For you are the realization of our dreams
Our hearts are filled with love
See the fruition of our pride
Languish in our hugs and smiles
We know it has not been an easy path
You have chosen well
You have persevered
Celebrate this victory of the mind
Look too the illumination of your future
For now the possibilities begin
Your path continues forward
The mountain rises
Strengthened legs will aid your ascent
View the magnificence before you
Stop along the way
Rest when it is needed
Drink from the moutain streams
Smell the flowers for they are your reward
Sit and enjoy the view
Be thankful
Appreciate where you came from
Know that you are never alone
We will have picnics with you along the way
Be nourished by our love
Eat of our words
Be bolstered by our song
For life
Although not always easy
It is to be celebrated
So we celebrate
Yesterday that brought you here
Today when you walk across a stage
And tommorow
Each and every tommorow
For we know
We have always known
You are a gift from God!
Congratulations Matthew, we are beyond proud of you.
For those who don't know, Matthew means Gift from God.
Heart knows there’s more to us than this
Earth bound desires hold no allure
Scriptures speak of God’s light and bliss
Enabled, if our heart be pure
Earth bound desires hold no allure
We seek rapture that does not end
Enabled, if our heart be pure
God takes our hand and we ascend
We seek rapture that does not end
Surrendering will, we are still
God takes our hand and we ascend
By His grace, voids within soon fill
Surrendering will, we are still
Bliss magnetism engulfs our form
By His grace, voids within soon fill
All we do, is with love conform
Bliss magnetism engulfs our form
We finally see who we are
All we do, is with love conform
We shine like a luminous star
We finally see who we are
Scriptures speak of God’s light and bliss
We shine like a luminous star
Heart knows there’s more to us than this
Upon a whim arising on this sunny springtime morn
hearing birds perform their songs at the crack of dawn
my knapsack packed already with a tasty picnic lunch
bread with cheese and wine
oh such a scrumptious tasty brunch
so full of joie de vivre am I for the day ahead
a slow ascent upon the bus as we reach *Beachy Head
then on to Belle Tout lighthouse where I alight instead
for on this glorious sunny day
in springtime sunshine I’ll make hay
Catching the light in stripes red and white
warning all mariners of dangers at night
a beacon of hope in a cobalt blue sea
her beam shining out majestically
Meandering gently nature's gifts I espy
a host of golden cowslips as if sprinkled from the sky
perchance if Wordsworth had beheld such beauty as have I
his host of golden daffs would have a rival for to vie
wafting gently in the breeze their lemon coloured blooms
a more stunning sight is seldom seen on sunny afternoons
I wander through the woodlands approaching Birling Gap
uneven ground negotiated, avoiding a mishap
then I espy the smallest orchid I have ever seen
with purple blooms and spotty leaves
exquisite flowers I could gaze for hours
secreted for her own protection
her subliminal message for all…
‘Please do not disturb me as
you stand here to observe me
for my beauty - my shape - my hue
and please leave me in situ, for all who pass just like you
as they pause awhile admiring the view’
Written April 2019
Contest Strand any form any theme
Sponsor Brian Strand
1st PLACE
*At 152 metres Beachy Head is the highest of Britain’s chalk sea cliffs, attracting nearly half a million visitors each year. The name ‘Beachy Head’ is believed to be a corruption of the original French, meaning ‘beautiful headland’. Some of the flora and fauna to be found at Beachy Head are purple and bee orchids, bluebells, primroses, cowslips, oxslips and hedgerows crowned in white - baby lambs and wild seas and so much more - just stunning!
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Earth, Air, Fire, Water I'm Alive
Blood, Sweat, Perseverance, I Thrive
To the Sun, Moon, and Stars I Rise
I Reach, I Breach, In Sync, Divine
2
Thrice in Spirit, Brawn, Steel, Sovereignty
Consciously, Spiritually, Prophecy
Forged like The Potters Clay,
Narrow, Divine, Through The Passage Way
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Enthralled by The Flow, The Cosmic Giggle Sows
At One, At Peace, Reborn
Astro Turf Surfin, I Ride The Wave
Light Giving, Light Consuming, Light Sage
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Full Ascent the Mind Soars
Mentally, Physically, Spiritually Heavens Galore,
Beyond The Archway, towards the Golden Gate
Victor, Triumph, Illuminate
Rising from earth, life multiplies
It’s our innate urge to expand
Our instincts driven by God’s hand
Then mind of ego opens eyes
We begin to learn and discern
Yet in fire of desire we burn
When pride dies, our soul wingless flies
Head and heart now act hand in glove
Feral lust transmutes to pure love
Grace descends in heart, bliss the prize
We transcend each and every ism
Magnetism ignites body prism
That we’re God’s light, we realise
Both immanent and transcendent
Luminous and bliss resplendent
Rising from earth, life multiplies
Then mind of ego opens eyes
When pride dies, our soul wingless flies
Grace descends in heart, bliss the prize
That we’re God’s light, we realise
Schumann’s resonance rising
Magnetism impacting gravity
Pores of space begin dilating
Admitting within ethereal light
Altering reality as we know it
Incomprehensible to our mind
Outgrowing cocoon of the ego
Pristine soul spreads its wings
Resting mind, shifting to heart
Poised in time stretched calm
Wherein one with the universe
The drop becomes the ocean
Omnipresent in the vast void
Inseparable from the all that is
The individuated atom of God
Breathes in peace, exudes love
Aura emanating elixir of bliss
As boons of grace so received
Unending is ascent of our soul
Touch of God makes us whole
She stands where broken tiles
echo the tremors she once carried alone,
her gold skirt flowing like a fallen sun
as the chains keep their cold vigil
against her slender arms.
Butterflies rise anyway~
a rabble of bright Psyche-born messengers,
their wings stirring the stillness
with the soft insistence of prophecy,
guiding her toward the open door
where Eos spills her first forgiving light.
Their flutter is a fragile scripture,
the kind Ariadne might have trusted
when she placed her trembling faith
in a single thread.
Here, too, a thread glimmers~
not woven, but wing-borne~
lifting her gaze from the stone-bound dark
toward a threshold where Mnemosyne
remembers her without sorrow,
and Persephone’s quiet ascent
whispers that even the underworld
cannot keep what longs for dawn.
In that widening brightness,
the chains don’t fall;
they simply loosen
as if the Moirai themselves
have revised her fate.
Her breath stutters.
Her pulse wavers like a prophecy
she’s afraid to believe.
And the butterflies~
not saviors,
not symbols,
just small companions
refusing to leave her
circle gently,
guiding her into a light
she hopes
will not vanish
when she reaches for it.