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Surging storm of turmoil splitting apart the falling sky
blows with blasting fury through the splintered mind
the flaring wrath burns like the blazing badland bush
searing the disgruntled soul to a stack of anguished ash.
The sky would be seamless again and construct the clouds
adrift with the revived ruins rising from the halcyon horizon
dissolving in the melancholic psyche making pearls of dew
adorning the meadow of mind free from the mist of sorrow.
In the gust of freedom the clumps of cloud float away far
as the shining stars glow bright in the moonlit silken sky
the satin surf of stardust wafts in the rapturous radiant air
making in my mind aurora of astral ambiance of tranquility.
Across the topography of soul the stream of jubilation flows
saturating my parched essence and whispering, I live my life
as my own, drinking always the ambrosia of joy without hiatus
and sail on the wind of rhapsody to the beguiled bay of bliss.
February 11, 2021
Contest (N-A) : Joy Continuum
May 4, 2021
Contest : Final 2021 N-A Choice 3
Sponsor : William Kekaula
Edinburgh, Scotland is where the Union Jack is unfurled.
This city gave a rock and roll gift to the world.
Dressed in tartan kilts and scarves were five talented boys.
During the seventies, they gave countless teens great joys.
They recorded a hit song that to many sounded just right.
This number one record was the memorable "Saturday Night".
Some other hit tunes that followed would play.
With personnel changes, the Bay City Rollers are still around today.
They are still wearing their tartan kilts and scarves by the way.
I thank wikipedia.org for valuable information I obtained to write this poem.
I feel your pain like it was mine
Having an ability to see your soul
If you hurt and can't speak
Sit here with me for I am fluent
in silence
And if your ghosts from the past
leave you sleepless then know that
I will be there to watch over you
taking the first shift so
Sleep will go undisturbed
Our tragedy in life is not death
but what we let die inside of us
Remember that you do not
only live once
we die once but we live everyday
we only need one friend
who will be there for
us always regardless
keeping our ghosts at bay
when we feel we can't go on
To allow us to rest when
we are too weak
2nd place
Contest:Your best free verse from 2019'
Sponsor:John Hamilton
Date:10/4/2019
Tuesday by the bay,
Garden tour dazzles;
Wonder now portrays,
Profound joy dangles.
Our first visit here
As monsoon rain wets;
Yet we feel good cheer
Greeting our mindset.
Stroll these spacious grounds,
Eco-friendly space;
Feel earthy surrounds
In timely embrace.
Take the audio trip
As the tram ride springs;
Glimpse a new-found grip
As a message flings.
There is a pulse here
In the atmosphere;
Vibrant garden steers
An amazing sphere.
My love and I feel
The swirl of fond fest:
A vital zest heals
Trials in journey quest.
This green agenda
Tells of plant foliage;
Flora and fauna
In sculptured passage.
A garden city
Comes alive right here:
Elegant beauty,
Poise and prize appears.
There is a deep soul
That waits for each man
To feel once more whole
As eyes search and scan.
Curious eyes caress
Walkway paths and trees;
Slow time can address,
Inner child set free.
The magic of awe
When wonder fills mood;
Watch nature now thaw
A grandeur that's good.
Round and round we go,
Mix and mingle sights;
Loiter with calm flow,
Reach a core delight.
Time once upon yore,
Babylon in myth:
Hanging gardens bore
That fabled fond wreath.
Now within our glimpse,
A touch most telling:
Gardens once a dream,
A sanctuary springs.
True worth speaks tons here,
A tribute to zest;
Earthly presence cheers
The radiance of quest.
Our sojourn tells more
In visual impact;
Primal pulse galore,
Indulge wit and tact.
A certain charm calms,
Mind and heart feel glow;
A firm healing balm
Streams a pretty show.
Curious eyes now spy,
Blooms and colours tint;
Flowers speak and sigh,
Rare and myriad mints.
Variety adds spice
To sensorial sights;
These gardens feel nice,
Craft and work surprise.
Words can only hint
What feasting eyes see;
Experience fine tints
Come to seed beauty.
A picture tells more
Than mere words can say;
Let gardens bring store,
Touch you on the way.
Now our weary feet
Falter with fatigue;
Leave for other streets,
Bear glimpse of magic.
Leon Enriquez
06 January 2015
Singapore
sing mi because you love mi
sing mi o'er and o'er again
make mi feel wanted
sing mi wiff yo friends
take your time throught the
verses, stanzas, and the chorus too.
sing mi over and over
like real lovers do!
Express yo happiness e'er time we meet.
love is the expression, this song wants to bring.
stand and speak mi clearly, from verse to verse:
start with I love you,
even though I loved you first.
cause I love you
I let yo reherst me from time to time.
Music that's ballady and groovey at the same time,
sumthang that yo, and yo, lover
can sing and find,
time to spend together the melodies just fine.
tell mi I love you, cause I'm yo song.
Sing mi when you happy, and when things are going wrong.
Artistic expressions rangey and smooth.
groove to the bass line, thru all the treble yo going thru.
love, love, love mi.
that's what I want you to do, love mi,
jess love mi!
Disclaimer, sumtymes you gon feel like cussing mi up one side and down the other, we been fussing, hey but I'm yo lover, sing mi straight and sing mi right. Groove to the bass and the trebles will be alright!
I promise after the fire
Firefly
I promise After the flood
Tumbleweed
Deep and dark paths
Primrose bath
Rain showers upon my wrath
Firefly
My promise never to leave your side
After earthquakes
After the rain has gone
Multicolor rainbows
Circling
Droplets of dew
Covering you
As your glitter and Flicker and cross my way
Like a night light you light up my path
Promises are never leaving my side
You shall shine
Lit you light like a single Flame
Deep and dark paths you light up the way
Flitter and flicker you light up the way
Keeping Darkness at Bay
2/17/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2020
The sun-soaked shining valley of my lucent life
Drains the symphonic cadence of ecstatic rills
Swirling around the scattered glint of nuggets
Carved out of the precious golden moments.
With sailing sediments of euphoria dislodged
They all roll in the turbulent cascade of time
In the torrent of the cloud-burst falling sky
Flow to the flood plain of terminal obscurity.
In search of transported treasure trove eroded
Buried beneath the strata of stagnant sludge
I wade through the marsh of submerged past
Mudlarking in the bare bay of tranquil twilight.
In the light of the setting sun fading so fast
Each time the surged tide of turmoil ebbs out
I scavenge the mud of memory layer by layer
Retrieve the gilded instants I once lived to adore.
April 5, 2020
Brian Strand's Contest : Completely Your Choice (35)
Enveloped in primitive mystery,
Its natal hour only God knows,
Withholding much of its rich history,
Beneath ceaseless caws of winged crows.
Primeval home of diversified plants,
Laced with Spanish moss-covered trees,
Ancient stage of ecstatic cosmic dance,
With the finesse of flying trapeze.
Wildlife sounds echo off nocturnal sky,
Reptilian and mammal zoo,
Fowl in choreographed formation fly,
Seasons clothed in glorious hue.
A Carolina Bay, marvelous sight,
Elliptical dent in the ground,
Cradle of flora and fauna delight,
Terra firma’s majestic crown.
Where the mighty wind blows aloof of time,
Shaking thousands of swaying trees,
Their foliage writing syllabic rhyme,
Composing a grand symphony.
Here they are before me,
surreal in the dazzling morning sun.
Against clear skies of blue, and
peaked snow-capped mountains-
these tall glaciers of Alaskan ice,
stand heavenly before my eyes.
Their marbled, glistening whites,
with multi shades of blue,
arcane crevices and jagged peaks-
stir visions of cold, ghost-like forms
that glare at me in this mysterious Bay
of murmurous creaks and moans.
More than the eye can see,
these lustrous glaciers speak,
like eerie, moving forms,
in corridors that shift and moan-
and with their loud sonorous wails,
give birth- calving chunks that fall.
With an abrupt, roaring explosion,
all at once, it starts- the large,
calved segment plummets to the sea.
Waves and splashes follow every birth.
These exotic glaciers live and speak-
more than the eye can see.
April 25, 2016
~2nd Place!
Premiere Contest: 2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 3
Sponsor: Mark Toney
Judged: 06/20/2022
~5th Place~
Premiere Contest: Splash
Sponsor: Kai Michael Newmann
Judged: 06/07/2020
My heart sings on this lazy summer night at the amazing beauty of the
moonlight illuminating the Chesapeake Bay,
making a solemn pronouncement of it to be magical and mystical.
From the comfort of my screened porch, I am at ease in my padded chase
watching this magnificent adoration between the moon and
the Chesapeake Bay.
But I am not alone in my empirical study of the admiration between
the moon and the bay.
For the beauty of the two fathers moods.
The fireflies move swiftly through the night winking their approval.
So encourage by the magic, a Loon calls out to his mate to come sit
beside him to share in this spellbinding view.
The frogs croak out a sonata to help define the moment.
Happy for the moonlight the populace of fishes nibbles at the bugs
that surf the surface.
The age old owl sits on a limb to mesmerize to realize that he missed
the meal of a small country mouse who scurried by.
My skin is a glittering onyx under the moonglow, and my hair, thick as
the Congo jungle is dampened by the misty and salty breeze that is sent
my way from the bay.
There is nothing so exquisite and provocative as the moonlight and the Chesapeake Bay.
In the envelopment of sweet tranquility, I fell into a daydream.
copyright 2017 Looking At The Light From The Bottom Of The Lake