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A complex world we've made this earth;
our times more difficult today,
because our globe has surely shrunk
with messaging seconds away.
In olden days, it took a week
to see newsreels on movie screens.
Today, disaster comes to us
now streaming live by high-tech means.
So easy now to plan bad deeds,
recruit for vicious terror acts,
with 'social media' on 'Net,
attacks planned well with instant facts.
Free speech and privacy are rights,
but we must stop this insane source
that opens highways to attack
with real-time gatherings of force.
Much training for those terrorists
is done through Internet pathways.
To close this doorway, if we could,
might thwart the spread of evil ways.
Sandra M. Haight
~1st Place~
Contest: If I Could Change The World
Sponsor: Becca Teagan
Theme Chosen: *What changes would you like to see?
Judged: 07/30/2016
Sponsor Notes: Syria...the attack in Nice...Isis...what is happening in our world lately?
Meanwhile, people fight and bicker and bully...where is compassion? What are YOU
doing to make the world a better place? *What changes would you like to see?
I received a gift yesterday
It came in the form of words
Still it was so much more
From a friend
A woman I have never met
Who has taken the time to know
My thoughts
My heart
she has gone beyond the obvious
Read my synapses
My mind sparking across many pages
Understanding
Thinking my thoughts
Feeling my pain
Laughing at my jokes
Clever comments exchanged
Mutual appreciation
I read her poems
I have felt where the sadness lies
I have been carried by her joy
The triumphs of her soul
This is the place that kindness lives
I call her friend
This woman I have not met
Yet I feel that I know
I am thankful
I respond
In the best way I know how
With my words
That are more than words
I place a gem in her hand
Ask her to hold it in front of her eyes
Magically I hope
It will magnify my thankful smile.
In appreciation of my friend Becca
I Surrender
You touch my mind with penetrating thoughts
and hunger that propels me to embrace,
with passions of the heart, at times distraught...
emotions that enfold me in their grace.
No turning back once our affair begins;
surrendering...the only choice there is.
The hunter and the hunted, we like twins,
bind close together to create our bliss.
But, as in love, fulfillment brings the joy
when words and thoughts unite in final goal,
this poetess grasps you to hold, enjoy;
together become one in heart and soul.
All I can do...surrender all of me...
succumb to love affairs with poetry.
Sandra M. Haight
~1st Place~
Premiere Contest: All I Could Do Is Surrender
Sponsor: Becca Teagan
Judged: 08/17/2016
~10th Place~
Premiere Contest: Contest No. 211
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Judged: 09/26/2016
At the Door of a Friend
With footfalls heavy to this door
Where I would see my friend no more
What comfort could I hope for me
Now you’re gone to destiny
No more welcome of the hand
Just empty space, a rift in sand
And no more face with smile of glee
That heralds informality
Where will I go to search my soul
Who will help me reach my goal
Who will stab my selfishness
Put my mind at ease, at rest
Call me up with sports results
Suffer my insane insults
Mark me as a friend indeed
Be there, in my time of need
Your light was always on for me
The truth I now stand here and see
Those times of sheer belligerence
Those wasted hours in ignorance
The fallouts that we often had
Those times that always felt so bad
Were only testing of our strength
To know what friendship really meant
Opens the door, she passes note
I read the words therein you wrote
That scribble, that once so annoyed
Is more welcome and enjoyed
I smile and read how this is neat
As all my words above repeat
And more to know when I am gone
To look and find, that light still on
Written 24 April 2013
For Becca Lucas Contest;
What a Friend Really Is.
I miss my friend Becca
Even before she is gone
She had thought this a safe place
Free from conflict
Judgment
A place where all can freely express
Where have all the past poets gone
Do any of their words still echo in our minds
Do they disappear into obscurity
Who is left to sing their praises
I will sing for Becca
I will stand up for my friend
I will stand beside my brother Freddie
I will continue to breath their words
Feel their hearts beat within my chest
They matter
They command my attention
Their words and spirits have significance
So I will miss my friend Becca
I will shed a tear for a heart that is broken
For good friends are hard to find
She is worthy of being missed
Today I say goodbye
I wish for her to live in a land of smiles
A place where dreams are realized
She deserves no less
She offered us her best
The essence of a soul
Expressed through precious words
I miss her already
Before she has gone
Maybe it's not too late.
Dedicated to Becca
My hidden teardrops, My deepest outcry
My famously infamous unbridled imagery
My fenugreek opened up at last with sporadic chase
I was the torn omnibus, that eloquence supersedes
Without touching even, a hair
She wilted underneath
my culvert in a prairie
In a minute,
I knew I had an oasis through the desert
With thirst
unquenchable, unsatiable, unyielding and so.
Whence my qibla juxtapose with my sleep apnea
Whom did you see the heavenly allegiance in a jilting plan?
This is a three-part free furnished prodigy with a mundane
Time turned prodigal with euphemism, also with diglossic shenanigan!
Once you feel once you heal once you reach out
for the left behind and the hind year of the left behind schooling is all about
You would not have ventured me for so long
yet so strong as you are my amputated soul
Whatever good in me, I got them all from you,
verily within
I am not fatherly fancied muse I am not motherly disgrace coal!
I saw you in Becca, while kissing the Hazre Aswad
Your deeper soul was yarning for a supplication as you know now
Your eternal bing was trembling with that along with the mammoth task!
You and I are no one in a purple shed
nor it was ever the divine zeal whence perplexed
Yet, for miles to go before the cobalt blue shenanigan may,
before the month of May in occult festive!
O my exalted one! separate me from my sins
with the distance
that you have separated
the east from the west.
O my exalted one, purify me from my sins
as a white garment is purified from dirt.
O my chastity in the divine, cleanse me of my sins with water, snow, and hail.
O my exalted one! separate me from my sins
with the distance
that you have separated
the east from the west.
O my exalted one, purify me from my sins
as a white garment is purified from dirt.
m > r >
Grow up, they say,
You will come to understand the world,
Yourself,
Things will become better.
Oh how I waited,
To the time I will have ‘grown up’
I am,
They said I would have more peace,
Said I would understand myself,
Have peace in each and every doing,
Oh mama, they lied,
Every decision I make bites me,
Torments me,
Mama I am scared of the dark,
Yet darkness looms around me each and every single day,
Mama don’t tell people I like smiling,
The beautiful smile has faded,
Replaced with a face full of uncertainty,
Mirror, is my face wrinkled.
The city is unkind mama,
No one to tie my shoelaces,
They let me trip mama,
Slapped with the hard face of reality,
Prayers forgotten…maybe once a month,
Doubt creeps in everything,
This isn't me mama,
What happened to me,
You said I would undertsand myself better when I grow up,
You said I would have peace,
Lemme tell you mama,
My body has been in constant fight with itself since I left home,
Confidence replaced with doubt,
Smile replaced with fear,
OH WORLD HAVE MERCY.
written by Becca
Pain’s Tomorrow
Why dost the hand of love surround my throat
hold hostage by each breath - lost passions hope -
imprison me within hot blooded moat
tethered agony - heartaches tearstained rope?
Couldst not the gods if they held such powers
release from bondage love’s extinguished flame
allow the blessing of times healing hours
erase the hollowed emptiness of shame?
For love has stolen love - left me wand’ring
within the emptiness of mem’ry’s dreams,
victims - guilt shared – complicit squandering
soft truth beneath the lies of lustful schemes.
Yet they reach beyond the pale of sorrow
lover’s - hope in search of pains tomorrow.
8/1/2016
submitted to – All I could do was surrender – Shakespearian Sonnet – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Becca Teagan
My hidden teardrops, My deepest outcry
My famously infamous unbridled imagery
My fenugreek opened up at last with sporadic chase
I was the torn omnibus, that eloquence supersedes
Without touching even a hair
She wilted underneath
my culvert in a prairie
In a minute,
I knew I had an oasis through the desert
With thirst
unquenchable, unsatiable, unyielding and so.
Whence my qibla juxtapose with my sleep apnea
Whom did you see the heavenly allegiance in a jilting plan?
This is a three part free furnished prodigy with a mundane
Time turned prodigal with euphemism, also with diglossic shenanigan!
Once you feel once you heal once you reach out
for the left behind and the hind year of the left behind schooling is all about
You would not have ventured me for so long
yet so strong as you are my amputated soul
Whatever good in me, I got them all from you,
verily within
I am not fatherly fancied muse I am not motherly disgrace coal!
I saw you in Becca, while kissing the Hazre Aswad
Your deeper soul was yarning for a supplication as you know now
Your eternal Bing was trembling with that along with the mammoth task!
You and I are no one in a purple shed
nor it was ever the divine zeal whence perplexed
Yet, for miles to go before the cobalt blue shenanigan may,
before the month of may in occult festive!
O my exalted one! separate me from my sins
with the distance
that you have separated
the east from the west.
O my exalted one, purify me from my sins
as a white garment is purified from dirt.
O my chastity in the divine, cleanse me of my sins with water, snow, and hail.
O my exalted one! separate me from my sins
with the distance
that you have separated
the east from the west.
O my exalted one, purify me from my sins
as a white garment is purified from dirt.
"As early morning thunderstorms"
Bring down a pouring rain
All of nature is silent~still
Snuggled in nest remain
As early morning's lightnings flash
And thunder above rolls
The covers feel comfortable
Deep within my soul
As early morning's cold rain pours
Like Morton Salt today
Your embrace consoles me my love
The Dove is here to stay
Like the dew glistening this morn
Your love sparkles and shines
"As early morning thunderstorms"
Melts this soft heart of mine
Poet Becca Lucas' "Morning Storms" a Triolet
Line used "As early morning thunderstorms"
Contest: Pick a line/ any line
Sponsor: Richard Lamoureux
Written this 24th day of August 2013
Poet: Sara Kendrick
Form: Poulter's Measure