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Ye stars! which are the poetry of heaven!
~Lord Byron
The Earth is a flirt saying come visit me,
I’ll share my blue skies, I’ll share my blue seas
though I am quite simple in the cosmos of things,
Saturn my sister has beautiful rings
and Pluto my brother, a mere planetoid,
to be part of your beauty would jump through the void~
Your beauty is majestic beyond any doubt
with glorious galaxies plethora throughout,
while constellations like runes write passage of time
my pitiful men try to decipher the rhyme
to discover the physics when art holds the key~
some things are meant to remain mystery.
What did I do, what Karma is this
Where is the power, the glory, the bliss,
I didn't sign up for this constant pain,
I'm losing my mojo, going insane.
I gave up a bunch, my whole pampered life,
The glittering lights, a model for wife,
A media in love, fans all around,
Success beyond words to truly astound.
The Don was the man, the king of the heap,
The world's superstars in my presence would steep,
Invites and connections too many to count,
Politicians included my patronage tantamount.
My wealth and prestige more radiant than gold,
Everyone buying whatever I sold,
From Casinos to Pageants, Hotels by the score,
Anything Trump they just wanted more.
And now what is this my world full of grind,
My presence and words despised and maligned,
Melania so mad I tiptoe at night,
To then sleep alone, a truly sad sight.
But what my recourse, I've little to say
What I would do, what would I pay
To rewind the clock, swallow my pride,
Stick to my golf and from politics hide.
Too late for all that, I'm in to my neck
Just hoping and praying to avert a train wreck,
History's blunt it favors the winners,
No pity or quarter for ambitious beginners.
So here's the game plan, my only real shot
To well clear my name and wipe out this blot,
Another four years that's what I so need
For me to yet prove that I truly can lead.
And lead I sure will despite that grim bunch,
I'll use my fine guile peppered with hunch
To ram home the point beyond any doubt,
That I am the one with God-given clout.
Melting the dawn with eyes
Soulful eyes roaming – piercing the light,
Promising the night, erased from sight,
Soon bleeding its shadows through the rising
Sun’s beautiful, healing touch, kissing
Away the night – awakening the gentling
Colors of a morning sun, silencing the laughter
The laughter of the moon, the stars winking
Chuckling at the craziness of a nocturnal
Memory hosted by the flowing wonder, the
Wonder of a heart who believes, believes
Beyond any doubt, that this is the way…
The way to find out where beautiful brings
Its richest promises to life, stirring grace
Amidst the cravings of a stardust dusk, paradise
Thawing the icicle promises from their shadowy
Graves, haunted by the autumn who calls quietly,
In memories, nostalgic outweighing the melancholy
Flames of victory starving the hard hearted
Burning away the furious mysteries, the anonymous
Words who sing hope and shine with poetic prose,
Secrets pour from the hearts who hear her,
Love’s silent tears, glowing on the edges of a heartbeat,
Feeding the delicate faiths, the feelings, the grace
Raining like the downpour in summer’s heat,
Blessing away the sweaty hush and testifying to the
Joy that comes from knowing love far more alive,
Far more satisfying than any love on earth
This love comes to those who hear the dawn rising
With souls who discover the meaning of grace
In the fiery furnace of doubt and hear the music
The meaningful waves of harmony flooding the heart
With gentle that believes – His love is the only truth,
The only way, the only need for the heart who truly sees…
His love is everything I need!
he was on a tram looking for guidance
travelling alone for that is how it was
quite a fancy carriage a very new occurrence
an advisor spoke to him full of conviction
stating things need to be proven beyond any doubt
science and research would answer all of his questions
then the streetcar was gone and the leader had disappeared
his belongings had gone and he was bare of material possessions
yet a kind and beautiful woman had retrieved
his woollen blanket the one his ex had had crocheted with love
seashell lines on a now lonely beach ready for rediscovery
undulating waves of pleasure and passion dissolved in the sand
the image receded and he was aware that the throw of the past
would not be abandoned as it held the keys to a future
of some freedom and impendence of change and of growth
the lady of his dreams fainted and romantic relationships
became far down the line of his novel experience
when he meditated and prayed on the surreal visions
he knew once again and for certain beyond any doubt
that only a true spiritual counsellor would reveal
when and how he would be able to find release
closure and the aperture of beginnings and serenity
I do not regret when I park my vehicle out,
Mist cleanses each dust speck beyond any doubt;
My roses are laced with diamond-snow particles,
Snow has adorned also the forgotten old rusty sickles...
Anthodium’s heart stand covered by mist, yet,
Heart of humans, here, for plants, seem always so wet;
Sun flowers shrouded with naughty mist game,
Zinnias see to face the game of the nature same;
Maples! my friends! Your veins are white-filled!
Do you not feel, yet, emotionally thrilled?
I have not taken out my thinnest winter sheet so far,
Winter is begun now; will have to continue many a golf par...!
06 November 2022
November Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Regina McIntosh
I`ll be Watching You
I`ll be watching you.
Look over your shoulder and watch where you go.
Don`t talk to people you don`t know.
Make no mistake, you've done real wrong.
It might not be today, but it won`t be long.
I`ll be watching you.
I don`t know the time.
Or even the place.
Don`t even know if it will be a familiar face.
But, there will be a time.
And there will be a place.
You days have numbers, you're such a disgrace.
I`ll be watching you.
Oh, I`m sure you know why.
But you`ll never know when or where.
So, I hope that you think about this over and over again.
There`s only one way to make this all end.
I`ll be watching you.
You know you are wrong.
Beyond any doubt.
You've wasted the time to work all this out.
So keep this all fresh in your unburdened mind.
It won`t get swept far behind.
I`ll be watching you.
Does your conscious keep you up at night?
Thinking of all you have not done right.
I guess that may be if you even gave a damn.
Things you have done in your present and past.
Will be remembered till your day last.
That noise, what`s that?
And who is that over there?
That`s right, take heed, you best beware.
I`ll be watching you.......
From Anywhere.
Form:
We the doctors
Unlike children of our age,
innocence fading into a sage;
Lost in a horde of books,
eluding everyone’s cynical looks;
Burning midnight oil,
unaware of the upcoming toil;
Time seemed to be on our side,
loveably rogued the good life;
Skipping scores of meals,
rolling tirelessly on foot wheels;
Deprived of sleep,
as patients came in heaps;
Working twenty-four-seven,
far from life’s haven;
Amidst ailment and anguish,
we could never relinquish;
Winds of sorrow came in gusts,
relatives of dying often outburst;
Once listed next to God,
we now stand in the witness box;
Questions on our sincerity,
our knowledge, our interests;
Our reputation is at stake,
Some soul searching,
and we can prove them all fake;
Worthy of faith, beyond any doubt,
Dedicated, candid inside out,
Kindest of souls, no personal goals,
Humanity, sole objective;
With power of commitment,
Power of healing, power of words,
Power of logic, power to serve;
We are the doctors
that you be most proud of;
Humble and selfless
as one can ever be;
Serving at your doorsteps,
Defying comforts of hospitals
and conditioned offices;
Sitting under a tree,
Sun doesn’t scorch;
Winter doesn’t chill;
Whenever you need,
Always on our feet;
Be it an ailment
or a social cause,
An ear to listen
A zeal to heal,
Whether the bright sun
or the heavy downpour;
Even if a road block
or a Covid havoc;
We have a verve
are committed to serve;
By the head and the heart,
soulful emotions apart;
You can count on us;
We need no money,
just subtle words sweet as honey;
A drop of gratitude,
a sublime attitude;
We are happy to be here,
for ones no access to healthcare;
With such selfless intent,
our Sun sets in content;
Sending smiles through the day,
no one can measure or weigh;
We, the doctors,
are just humans like ya all;
Thy trust is what we seek,
We play no God.
Written Sept 17, 2023
© Dr Upma A. Sharma
MY ROBOT BENNY
I have a robot at home, his name is Benny,
Who is also, extremely office friendly.
He wakes me up every morning,
As a new day is dawning,
And taps my hand, ever so gently.
I wanted him dressed in a vibrant colour,
So he was delivered to me in red suited armour,
With extremities of a shiny silvery pallor!
He felt at home from the moment he came,
And loves us all, one and the same.
He is an excellent PA, none equal his talent,
And never sprouts arrant,
Nonsense, is always polite, cute and gallant
Keeps rigidly to a daily agenda,
And has been programmed to shed a tear
When he is feeling loving and tender!
His memory is incredibly large, Benny holds a
Phenomenal amount of data,
And has a robot girlfriend called Zeta!
He loves to impress and is rather vain,
Nobody would ever deign,
To outwit him, for he has a certain pout,
Again programmed, and beyond any doubt,
Has a capacity of many bytes
To flirt with the ladies in our office space,
As he twirls and spins, showing a
Blushing face!
What a special robot my Benny is, we have
Reached an era, a future phase
That dictates,
We will all soon adopt a Benny,
Who I have programmed to say
I love you Jenny!
Author Dana Redricks
August 14, 2023
In the vast canvas of this world we reside, a masterpiece formed with love, deep inside. For I am a creation, oh so uniquely made, crafted by the Creator, an intricate cascade.
With every stroke of His divine embrace, I am adorned with beauty, full of grace. From the depths of my being, I shine so bright, a radiant star, a beacon in the night.
In the midst of the throng, I truly stand out, my uniqueness woven, beyond any doubt. No replicate exists in this vast crowd, for I am one of a kind, I am proud of who God made me to be.
Neither celestial bodies, nor distant star can compare to the wonder that we are. The universe rejoices, in a symphony of awe, for I am an original, a precious gem and more.
Through trials and triumphs, my purpose unfolds, guided by His hand, my destiny, it beholds. Though darkness may shroud my path all around, in the Maker’s plan, His light is profound.
For within me resides a limitless flame, ignited by faith, a fire that will never wane. Through the storms that may threaten to chide, I will rise above, with Him by my side.
I am uniquely and wonderfully made, a masterpiece, by His hands so well-laid. With gratitude, I embrace this truth divine, for God’s purpose in me will forever shine.
I cannot say who the teachers were,
but we were taught to be afraid of the dark.
The dark had no eyes, no voices, and no ears.
Yet, it managed to fill us with fears and tears.
For my ears, the FROGS were short on melody,
and at times, they were simply annoying and noisy.
There were bugs of the night, but we were not
'bugged' by them. We were intrigued by the LIGHTENING BUGS that provided lots of play time.
I grew up in the rural south, and there were
plenty country creatures of the night. The
CRIKETS were the 'soothing creatures'.
Deep into the night, we slept tight by their 'night sounds'.
MOSQUITOS were creatures of the night as well as the day. Being very clear about their mission, they came for blood. They had neither
light nor song and never came to play. Beyond any doubt, of the four, mosquitos were most unwelcomed.
060522PS, Creatures of the Night, Julia Ward