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On the East River’s waterway
looking over the Hudson Bay
Under Brooklyn’s “Welcome” neon sign
passing some time away
Drivers on the B.Q.E.
stuck in the red light car brake haze
Commuters inching their way back home
in a worker zombie traffic daze
(Chorus)
Take some time to step aside
and let the world pass on by
Take the time to realign
and to be with the ones you love
Manhattan’s glazed canyon walls
are sidewalk scene reflections
Murals of the myriads rushing
in every which way directions
On a web of interconnections
the rhythm of riding subway rails
The crush moves toward their destination:
the weekend furlough from rush hour hell
(Chorus)
Take some time to step aside
and let the world pass on by
Take the time to realign
and to be with the ones you love
Sitting on the promenade
you glow with the lights on the bay
Slowly sipping our fine red wine
enjoying some time away
They promised us a world full of gold
When even the optimists were downtrodden
There was a glorious glamor to their words
Or perhaps the glory was simply imagined
For we were naive in our youthful belief
But we were young back then and full of *****
Perhaps we thought we knew it all
But thrust into the shoes of the adults
We're little more than bewildered children
Wondering where the manual for life is
But this is an unwritten chapter
One which our lives will fill the pages
Their promises were simply words
Feeding fodder for the uneducated masses
Who desperately needed something to hold on to
For division is the harbinger of the dark times
Mothers cast aside their sons, fathers cast aside their daughters
Family unity is nothing before the black pillar
And survival matters most
We always sought relief in the unchanging tide
Always hoping to find something new
Hoping those promises could unlock a golden destiny
And revitalize a broken world
Some would question how we never knew
But perhaps deep down we always knew this was the result
As we plead with a silent God to save us from ourselves
We simply needed something to hold onto
So we gave in to false idols who assured us
That everything was going to be OK
They promised us a world full of gold
When even the optimists were downtrodden
There was a glorious glamor to their words
Or perhaps the glory was simply imagined
But we weren't naive, we were simply ignorant
I take a deep breath
And step out onto the stage
I'm just another actor
Escaping the shackles of shadows
To stand before the world
With my heart unfurled for all to see
I wear my soul on my sleeve
I'm a little road weary
And my voice has cracks
But here I stand undefeated
And unbroken
With the past laid to rest
I look above
The stage roof rolls aside
Blessing me with radiant sunlight
I've lived in negativity too long
But I'm too strong to mope forever
And my voice fills the hall
The cry of a warrior ready to spill his soul
And tell the world I'm ready
Give me the hardest struggles
And I'll overcome them
If I must be imperfect on the outside
I'll shine myself up on the inside
Until the world can't help but see my beauty
With tears rolling down my cheeks
And the memory of my grandmother held close
I'm on the road to recovery
And all roads lead to this very stage
Where I must sing my heart out
To leave my detractors no doubt
I may be another actor
But I'll be damned if I'll be forgotten
So I take a deep breath
And as my song reaches crescendo
I listen to the audience roar
And I'm lost in the euphoria
Until my song slows
The crowd hushes
And I take a bow
From politics to humanities tricks,
out cries continues to pour in
on a candles wick.
bringing upcoming havoc
to the new generation
known as Rick,
Connie, Nick, patrick and Vick.
too young to understand
that devastation and complication
is on the rise
in the masterminds mind.
Always seeking with not a care
to whom one can compromise.
leading the weak to the blind.
Leaving valuable measurements behind.
no matter what the weight,
form, length nor size.
for green is the color
of americans hopes and dreams.
causing treachery and deceit
which runs into the river of greed.
leaving visuals of beauty alone
for it is never what it seems.
Circling around a lighted torch
sets ablaze of driveby's
being witnessed by figures
standing amazed and afraid
on their porch.
Clearless rings falls from the cheeks of the skies.
in remembrance of hearing
abondoned babies cries.
Knowing the facts of the crackheads
lows and highs.
One comes to the reality
that the sirens of death never dies.
Making timelines cross
in the midst of history.
seeing the fame of change is no mystery
sitting aside doing nothing
is our greatest misery.
staring in the eyes
seeing the
Cries of Liberty.
bringing upcoming havoc
to the new generation
known as Rick,
Connie, Nick, patrick and Vick.
too young to understand
that devastation and complication
is on the rise
in the masterminds mind.
Always seeking with not a care
to whom one can compromise.
leading the weak to the blind.
Leaving valuable measurements behind.
no matter what the weight,
form, length nor size.
for green is the color
of americans hopes and dreams.
causing treachery and deceit
which runs into the river of greed.
leaving visuals of beauty alone
for it is never what it seems.
Circling around a lighted torch
sets ablaze of driveby's
being witnessed by figures
standing amazed and afraid
on their porch.
Clearless rings falls from the cheeks of the skies.
in remembrance of hearing
abondoned babies cries.
Knowing the facts of the crackheads
lows and highs.
One comes to the reality
that the sirens of death never dies.
Making timelines cross
in the midst of history.
seeing the fame of change is no mystery
sitting aside doing nothing
is our greatest misery.
staring in the eyes
seeing the
Cries of Liberty
5 cups of shredded beef
2 cups of caramelized onions
6 T of minced garlic
1 cup of minced green pepper
3/4 cups minced celery
5 cups of sliced mushrooms caramelized
2 cups of mixed provolone and mozzarella
1 teaspoon each of thyme,basil,orgango,,paprika
1 cups of sour cream
2 cups of beef broth
1/4 of nutty brown roux 1/4 of flour+1/4 cup of butter
4 teaspoons of toasted sesame seeds in 5 T of olive oil
2 T of cayeene pepper
10 cups of cooked rice ( 5 cups of white and 5 cups of wild rice)
toast seeds set aside add cayeene to olive oil remove from heat pour over seeds set aside.
sauteeveggies celery, onions,garlic, dset aside, sautee mushrooms remove from pan.
in a sauce pan make roux add broth add sour cream add seeds and cayeene. don't thicken set aside add the cheese.
mix cooked beef and mushrooms and rice in a large bowl
add the sauce and veggies
toss and mix evenly. add to cassorole dish and bake at 360 for 20 minutes.
serve hot and enjoy
A daunting press of gifted dreams
The boyish boasts and sculpted schemes
Brother, fore, and brother, aft
Stead to ply their father's craft
Each consecrated to the rest
A journey spun at hap's behest
Sad the sojourn, seasons spent
Demeanor, too, in slow descent
A tattered sheet aside the mast
The binding brag that held them fast
A parried genius pawned for pay
Extorted art, la grande touche'
Spoon-fed faith to temper sins
God's impressions, yangs and yins
A sextant set to split the tacks
Fair, the wind upon their backs
Betting talent - an epoch's wage
Trust to rust, on scribbled page
Pride integral, misplaced in time
A poor man's Eden - a canted rhyme
So ford the moat, up castle's wall
One faded echo, Caedmon's call
Expired breath, a sparrow's verse
To strain the wings of kingly curse
Scabbards crossed and gauntlet down
Such gallant lads to charge the crown
The hallowed chapter of gloried tome
A heart-child lost, now hailing home
Thus ripe with moments to impart
This rarest seed with callow heart
A pauper's rhyme thru' all the years
The sweetest music to my ears ...
A music poured ... to douse the tears.
Written and submitted on February 16, 2019
For the "Music To My Ears" Poetry Contest
Silent One, Judge & Sponsor.
Strange is the cause as you pause to look beyond me
Strange is the soul when it lacks appeal
Troubled by rage
Caged it must stay
Only a thought would be so grand
A little glance might brighten the day
But you stay so far away
Maybe a nerve is all I need
Some strange world to explore
Get beyond the wall
Between me and you
My jungle I am banished to
Vines so strong
Covers the path
Tricky it seems to utter the word help
Fought so hard
Cold I will stay
Ain't about you
Only me I be to blame
Cascaded aside all my life
Struggle for a means
The pain all the same
So many excuses
So many dreams
What's the place for someone so strange
Locked behind cells of hurt
Can you make me free?
Evening Dream
Dr Ranjit Dutta
With your ardour
In that green valley
You raised your hand
To the evening sky,
I remember too.
Looking two glazing stars of
That silvery evening,
Two cormorants were
Swimming in the morass
Chewing the verses
Fearing nothing.
Keeping aside
The gloomy darkness,
I was talking with my
Poetry of cosmic green
Who was grazing in your bosom.
Suddenly
Her rude face and
your blue costumes searched someone
In broken words .
The wan pink spread
silken perfume
On her cottony body,
My poetry fell in the bog
While you came close and closer,
The evening dream of
Blue and pink
Became pale green.
Misleading, minacious maze now thwarted,
eschews stealth as sandal-clad steps resound.
Determined and dour, destiny draws near;
completing this quest: forever renowned.
Stygian sky grants a much-welcomed boon:
conformable clouds cast curtain aside.
A radiant pearl suspended aloft,
reveals route to where foul fiend does reside.
Mouthing prayers to a personal angel;
supplication: salient and silent.
Head held high, eyes fixed firmly on heaven;
bless these dark deeds, bloody and violent.
Sharpened silvern sword raised proudly aloft;
unblemished blade mirrors midnight’s moon-light.
Utters an oath sworn at parents’ graveside;
tonight sees the zenith of a birthright.
Shrieks fill the air, inhuman and hungry;
hero’s hammering heart reaches its peak.
Fear is just fleeting, for foe has arrived;
savage beast attacks with claw and with beak.
Garden’s guardian inflicts ghastly gash;
‘tis nary a scratch for warrior’s might.
Unyielding weapon wielded with such flair
finally - fatally - settles the fight.
Chimera confronted, cowed and conquered;
tales of this victory regaled forthwith.
A marble mosaic marvel beckons
and once-true events pass straight into myth.
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February 2017
An apology for any students (or masters) of classical mythology. I’ve used a fair bit of poetic licence with the events leading to the death of the Chimera... but I was raised on a diet of Ray Harryhausen and this was my homage to his creature features!
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Written for the “Chimera World” contest sponsored by Nayda Ivette Negron - Eighth Place. The following restrictions applied:
“1 original poem that uses the following words: mosaic, maze, moon, guardian, garden, angel, heaven, heart, midnight and clouds.”
There will be a test, three questions, my spirit guide told me. I heard the first one upon entering the astral plane. “Who did you love?”
A fuzzy gate was less than ten feet away, gleaming like the brightest white sun ever made, I had to shade my eyes. I could barely see.
Everyone, I thought. I loved everyone. My traitorous heart laughed. It began showing me a series of photos, of everyone I had stopped loving, or given up on, or cast aside. I gasped. Would this mean they would not let me in?
A second question immediately flew into my head. “Who did you help?” My mind went completely blank. My heart began beating loudly and irregularly. I pictured myself in the bowls of hell, and expected to be there in two seconds.
An angel who looked more like Mother Theresa than Mother Theresa walked toward me. She placed her hands on my shoulders and said “Rest”. I felt an immediate almost overwhelming love, an indescribable, absolute all-knowing God-love, and I fell onto a cloud, my eyes shut, safe.
When I awoke I heard the final question, and I knew it was the real one. “How precious is life?” As precious as love, my spirit-soul answered. The only reason we agree to live another earth life, the ONLY REASON we agree to live another human life is so that we can experience the most precious things with our most precious and revered soul-people, who are our “real” precious things.
The gates flew open.
Colors I had forgotten and souls I remembered only in my dreams were standing to greet me and hug me and love me and sooth me.
I was the prodigal daughter, and I was home!
Written 10-08-2018 Contest: How Precious is Life?
Sponsor: Line Gauthier