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In a moon landscape, aloof night sprays of light.
A child's eyes well up! Beams of luminescence cling.
Angel marvels and ponders the modern World's blight.
The wispy style of savvy trees boldly veils the evening.
Your parents may not live forever, as they will a day!
The rusted river bangs to the noise of mist plunging,
Meanwhile, re-mixing with the planet's existing vitality!
Sadness, the force of my cynicism, greets me with sorrow.
And if it hadn't been for my injuries sustained sensitivity,
Perhaps the delight I've found in myself will also grow!
Devils haunt the night's fading interior atmosphere.
My gullible mind swings in twirl froths while I bestow.
My sad, strong face wipes the nervous laughter severe.
When will the Universe's beaming embraces adjure?
Written: January 2, 2022
See all of the buds upon the trees
watch closely as slowly one unfurls
each tiny weeny leaf stretching out
one by one peeling away from the buds
Turning their faces up to the sun
some sticky buds much longer taking
all sorts of shapes and different sizes
as they grow and cast their dappled shade
On the tender plants hiding below
shade lovers of stunning colours
scarlet red Hostas amidst bluebells
the trumpets waving on their long stems
All the sun lovers blooms open wide
drinking in the heat beaming down
tulips bright with merry stripes
all the colours of the rainbow
Swaying gentle in noon heat
tall hollyhocks stately bend
the early promise of a rose
scents abound flooding senses
So easy to lay back and drift off
sun shining down heats the skin
bees droning gathering nectar
such an idyllic place to rest awhile
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Political ordeal
Criticising every good move,
Is that what opposition means ?
Putting party above country
politics left no more than a dirty game.
Feeling joy of having an honest PM
positivity is apparent in the air,
His dreams of taking us to heights
which no citizen has any doubts about.
Yet for their own selfish motives
trying to misguide innocent minds,
Disrupting the internal civil peace,
Miscreants are joining hands,
In name of colour and religion,
Trying to divide the sons of a mother,
Disrespect and betrayal to our motherland,
raising slogans in anti national tints,
As beaming sunrise illuminates minds
and ebony cover of thoughts evanesces,
Be sure the good days are knocking
with happiness and prosperity on the way.
Written March 17th, 2016
For contest by CT
Today's political ordeal in India -Ever since PM Narinder Modi has come to power with a majority democratic govt.... opposition is trying to play anti national and foul games.
Congress had a historical defeat, didn't do any good in last decade, corruption touched peaks n poor turning poorer, are now not letting the govt function.
But Modi Govt. is determined to give its best and we people of India have full faith in him.
Awarded 6th place win
There is plenty of sunshine beaming down,
And plenty of water too; enough to astound
There has been an abundance of rain,
Moisturizing major crops of grain
And our vegetable garden out back
Appear to be thriving and has no lack
Leafy and lively vegetable are now in bloom
Cucumbers and tomatoes will be bearing soon
We also planted greens: mustards and turnips
For reasons unknown, the mustards didn't survive.
But it was about a week ago that I could be seen
in our lovely little garden picking turnip greens
Those greens were the first that I have ever grown
They were grown for eating, not just to be shown
Those greens were tasty, first pick of the harvest
We anticipate only the best from all the rest.
PARALLEL AUTUMN SURPRISES
A ferris wheel of no return, she stood with rosy cheeks so fair; both day and night just wide rocky bridges of light and dark. All she needed was bulb of fresh start.. Three months pass after the love explosion happened, her pillar of strength taken for independence sake. Only candles of hope she has; slowly, slowly losing its glow. Her eyes were a train flood of crystal tears. Her heart jailed from loss but needed to be freed for the sake of a budding life. She opens her door day by day beaming a sunshine in her face. Her chest-buds bloom so graceful. Her tummy grows a robust breathing sphere. Parallel autumn surprises bring her to a sandwich salad showcase. A year passed, in a fragrant natural lair with the light bowing down on them, she planted a kiss on her baby's lips.
Hush... to ... rush...
Hush... to ... rush...
Teardrops held long tumble thunder
listless from her eyes
of rest and quiet
yet, her steady voice whispers
a storm...
Head... to ... toe
Head... to ... toe
Forlorn rose maiden exhaled-
cyclic shudders: wells of regret
like a ruined garden where blossoms frown,
green leaves too, turned brown.
Sun... to... rain...
Sun... to... rain...
Her life blossomed
amidst earthquake break of failures,
true love she finally receive--
it pardoned her wrongs.
Sighs... to... groans...
Sighs... to... groans...
Bright twinkling stars
tended safe the narrow path
as silhouetted liquid moon cajoles
her long bittersweet escape.
Kiss... to ... freedom...
Kiss... to ... freedom...
Her heartstrings strum endless:
her abounding joy!
Upon hopeful eyes mirror,
the sparkles of her infants tears...
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***Haibun Freestyle
08:34 pm, November 24, 2015
some people are so convincing
some people are easily fooled
but I know my friend was not mean or cruel
always supporting their family
prepared to go the extra mile
just to see their beaming smile
someone has crossed the line
so please don't judge this friend of mine
if you seek you will find
they only ever tried to be loving and kind
someone has crossed the line
so please don't judge this friend of mine.
wrote for my sons God father who was wrongly accused of being cruel
some people cross the line and blame people for things they just did not do.
the good news is Justice came round because with Gods' help his younger two children now
live with him.
beginning the day down the highway
blue sky, as evergreen pillars sway
both side, light filters though our way
beautiful drive through winding expressway
both my girlfriend and I play,
beaming, shopping an hour away
busting at the seams, a fun day
buzzing, park my car to spend a full day
bumping against people that pass by
both walking a honeycomb of displays
buying clothes and dining in the nearest Cafe
both tired, we were ready for the highway
bundles in hands, I was in dismay
beginning to panic, how can my brain betray
blank of thought, forgot where the car may
be. I don’t have a fancy remote or x-ray.
blast! I sigh! to set off my car
blazing alarm and locate it at bay
blind, I know it can’t be far, I pray
~
I’m tired of losing my white car
wandering up and down
trying my key to see which door
it will open.
I must look like a clown
a skill I still have not mastered
nightmares do still haunt me
looking, but never there, stranded
has it been towed without me?
1/24/2022
True story. One day after a long shopping day in the big city. I tried my key in four different cars because they all look the same; my friend just laughed at me.
Funny Memories Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Natasha L Scragg
On the precipice it stands,
loose-limbed with a sinewy grace,
body taut with an implied swagger,
face, grinning, a sun-dappled gold.
Unclouded by the cataract of cynicism,
its eyes survey a horizon heat-hazed with
a thousand promises.
As yet, love has left it with no sutured heart,
nor loss summoned a creeping despair.
By no friend has it yet been betrayed,
from no purpose has it resigned and strayed.
Lies, it has heard, but, believed, cannot hurt.
Ignorant of what it doesn’t know,
it has an ego undented by falls,
not yet weaned from the milk of optimism.
It has yet to learn the vices of body and mind
that take a lifetime to unlearn,
or the discontent sired by desire,
and what it could gain when there’s nothing else it wants,
that wisdom can be glimpsed only by a sobered fool,
yet Sobriety keeps a lonely vigil over a humanity
drunk on hate-filled wine,
and Truth is a far-flung place,
maze-like in black, white and every shade of gray,
that an ideal is oft a shabby lover next to the
painted temptresses sent by Vainglory and Greed,
that too often, in a world of crass appetites,
an angel has to stoop low before it can fly high,
and, thus flying, loses its angelic smile.
It does not yet suspect Fortune’s mischief,
taking us unawares with its games,
demanding that we shuffle in time to the music of whims,
that the love of life is often repaid,
yet sometimes unrequited.
All this Youth has yet to learn.
Pristine, with not a wrinkle on its soul,
it stands on the precipice,
untroubled by hints of the limits of infinity,
emboldened by intimations of immortality.
With wings unfurled,
beaming in the sunlight
for one last time,
it soars wide-eyed towards
a life yet unspent.
Oh, Wintertime with weathered hue
of leafless trees and faded lawns;
the sting of cold with biting winds,
much shorter days and dreary dawns-
Oh, Winter, with your weathered hue-
I share my winter blues with you.
As I, behind this window, stand-
observe this season that holds sway,
I'm filled with ashen, Winter gloom
that buried Autumn's lovely stay.
Oh, Winter, with your weathered hue-
I share my winter blues with you.
But, now I see your snowflakes fall
to quickly transform grays to white!
Your blanket gleams below blue skies-
becomes white satin neath moonlight.
Oh, Winter, hide your weathered hue-
whitewash my winter blues with you.
Uplifted by your pristine snow-
the bright sun beaming off its glaze,
I know that dormant Spring will rise-
a sliver of nirvana splays.
Oh, Springtime will bring life anew-
and I will share in rebirth too.
Needing rest from debilitating rigors of life?
I’m the blessed joy at the core of your heart…
offering divine mirth of wondrous delight
assuaging blood pressure-surge ---
Engage with earnestly me as you pray to God
and see your countenance beaming with bliss!
Tormented by despair
wrecking your night, haunted with guilt??
I’m the granted pardon at the crust of your conscience…
confounding you by my mercy and truth
aiding you to confess your sins against reality check---
Regard me soberly, while in full trust* you cling to Christ
and receive victorious freedom along forgiveness!!
Escaping from fears
robbing you of serenity’s engulfment
gripping your mind around nagging angst???
I’m the assured peace at the abyss of your soul…
as promised by the Scriptures
ready to thwart your miseries---
Claim me humbly from the Saviour
and ascend toward praise-driven worship fervency!!!
Constantly constrained for earnest service
while prodded against selfish vain
as you struggle from arrogance
to withstand temptations, trying your fortitude????
I’m the divine nature at the innermost of your faith…
miraculously transforming you from carnality
vanquishing doubts, prayerlessness, unbelief---
Yield to me in your surrender to the Holy Spirit
and live triumphantly for the Sovereign God Who loves you!!!!
*Psalm 118:8 It is better to trust in the LORD than to put confidence in man.
June 19, 2020
8th place, "Your Best Free Verse That You Wrote" Premier Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Chantelle Anne Cooke; judged on 6/19/2020.