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We trudge through life for unworthy causes,
and quite often it's too much of a great risk
to outlive those hardships and come out victorious;
but it's in fighting that we regain our lost strenght...
We build treasures
and see in them glimpses of restlessness,
never dauntless courage:
only to realize our bitter disppointments;
and the smallest victory seems
only a delusive dream,
falsely envisioned and capable
of drawing us to its realm...
Why should we take
the taunted mystery out of divination?
To make us aware of our realities
so riddled with self-doubt,
which won't require explanations,
considering only the ones worth-keeping
by simply avoiding those less-promising!
Will we be guided by a sense of intuition?
Rise above your pretentious state,
spark and enhance your aspirations;
and take in consideration
the truthful words of a wise man,
"Life can be a nurturing mother from within...
always giving us dauntless courage!"
Achievements are the fruit of planted dreams,
where the relentless and unrivaled spirit expresses
its emotions through fairness and truth;
and whenever a misguided soul
wanders off into the remotest darkness:
it will die without having felt
or possessed any significant worth!
And being held captive and deprived
of the simplest joys that ignite tears,
it will have no other reason to avenge!
And,all in all,it had wished
to have sought dauntless courage...
The tiny giant
was independently reliant.
He was brutely handsome, such a pity
because she was awfully pretty.
The old news came in a deafening whisper.
She read it slowly and brisker.
He was a knight by day.
She left a bitter sweet note with joyful dismay.
Hand written on a typewriter.
Her heart was heavy and so much lighter.
He was riding at a slow speed
when he had a deliberate accident on his steed.
She let out a silent scream
when she saw the invisible scene.
It was on TV.
A live recording for all to see.
He swapped his horse for an ox
from the school of hard knocks.
The beast was dumb and much dafter.
Her knight died and they all lived happily ever after.
This is a true story all fiction to be sure on.
Now she has his OXY-MORON.
. . . I am lost in a sea of memories
that scar the roadmap to my soul
and my words- are the highway to my pain
as I follow a labyrinth of passages and corridors
curved and contrived-
and here, I am a child praying
oh, my withered dreams, my hopes, my aspirations
why do I dreg up my past sorrows
that come drifting like a dark death melody . . .
my grief comes unbidden to stain my years
and my tears hang from dripping branches in a
. . . graveyard where tombs stand in rows and rows
where grass grows greener
and happy hummingbirds hover in heavenly harmony
and red roses decay- and the wind is a violin . . . echoing
and blood seeps from the forever dagger in my heart
barefoot, ragged, hair tangled- I am a little girl again playing
and again lost in the sad wail of violin and wind
. . . life stretches before me like a long road
and I am sick of all this sorrow- and rose decay
I want days as clear as sparkling wine
to live a life full of serenity
with days brilliant blue and nights of sparkling stars
instead of this vast empty place my thoughts wander . . .
oh, bitter and cruel is this life at times- yet a fire burns
within me . . .
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July 8, 2021 - Repost/Edit
Poetry/Free Verse/within me
Copyright Protected, ID 07-1369-715-08
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Submitted to the Standard contest, A Brian Strand July 8
sponsor, Brian Strand, Judged 07/08/2021
First Place
The scent of wood smoke in the chilly wind
almost brings the remembrance of warmth.
My extremities no longer feel the bite of Icy air,
numb, asleep, even as the fire in my belly burns.
Each season has its way of touching your senses,
like past lovers, so different but still familiar.
Spring is energetic romping and first time surprises.
The lazy caress of summer leaves you spent and aching. The playfulness of autumn tickles and chases and laughs.
But winter, winter is frantic and bitter, dramatic highs and lows. The quivering, shivering, shattering cold of a turned back, and the melting comfort of embraces.
Each snowflake is frozen joy, bursting out from drops of water, and freezing.
Turn your face to the sky and taste the joy on your tongue!
There is something miraculous
and magical about
walking on water.
As the sands of time
challenge love's reality,
it slips through your fingers.
Although Hope still conjures a smile,
recalling those magic moments
you've stored within your heart.
Love cannot bloom in yesterday's shadow;
shaded from tomorrow's dawning light.
And your heart grows numb
to the constant sting of lies
as you fall into depression's abyss:
struggling with emotions
of shame and self-worth.
With the bonds of trust severed:
you offer your wounded heart a placebo,
seeking solace within the world of dreams.
But fractured feelings haunt the graves of memories:
with both the sweet ecstasy of love
and the bitter dregs of betrayal.
Abide grand grace such lovely airs,
Meet wonder here in glimpse of hope;
Unseen deep face that flavours flair,
Sight wanders dear as act sculpts scope;
Ink sure fond writes that tell crisp tale,
Now work fine feats with awesome touch;
Gain thoughts that cite wise wit that sails.
Mind bitter sweet with more and much,
Urge joy to play a happy chance;
Set sights to live such profound times,
Indulge this day love's sacred dance;
Note how you give blessings that rhyme,
Groom pun and wit as zest funds soul,
See heart now fit a sacred whole.
Leon Enriquez
29 August 2017
Singapore
Imagine you being free....
Free from your thoughts, just free...
Free from greed, desparity.....
Free from wanting expertise
Free from anger, free from hurt.
In total control of your own mind.
One breathe, one step at a time.
Imagine living in bliss even in chaotic surroundings.
While the world is bitter your feeling astounding.
With an Aura that shines so bright.
The touch of your hand, the greet in your smile,
let others feel your light.
This greatness is possible, even though it is hard to believe.
The key is being present and learning how to breathe.
It's seeing things for the first time by learning to be aware.
It knowing your important, show yourself you're there.
Be mindful of the heart you have.
It does so much more than beat.
It's authentic and only yours.
Know that you truly are unique.
Life's beautiful when you open your eyes to this new view
You would be amazed at what mindfulness can do for you.
Gene stood. Skyscraper demanding. Cold steel.
Thirty-five hard years. Over now. Just like that.
Corrugated box. Family photo. Timex watch.
Bitter coffee.
Stale sweat.
He walked out. Sun blaze. Fireball. Air thick.
Sidewalk. Familiar corner. Man there.
Black skin. Weathered face. Cardboard sign.
Gene stopped. Eyes met. Silent understanding.
"Seen you," the man said.
Gene nodded. "Fifteen and a half years."
"Never spoke."
"No. Never did."
Gene sat. Concrete cracked. Chill. Hands trembling.
"Lost everything," he said, eyes downcast.
Shame heavy. Guilt girded.
The man waited. Silent. Eyes knowing.
"Wife. Cancer. Kids ghosted. Job now too."
Gene's voice cracked. "Wasted. Empty. Life."
The man reached down. Pulled out a bottle.
"Drink?" he asked.
Gene nodded. Took it. Swigged deep.
Bourbon burned. Good burn. Real.
"First honest thing. In years."
They sat. Shadows lengthened. City hummed.
Bottle passed. Back. Forth. No words.
Gene breathed. First time in years.
Bygone dreams. Flickered. Misty.
Husband. Father. Provider. Lost Purpose.
Night fell. Stars peeked. Traffic thinned.
Gene stood. Legs unsteady. Mind unclear
"Thanks," he said,
The man nodded. "Tomorrow comes" –
Gene stared out. Horizon blurred. “That was yesterday.”
Street light flickered. Old worn dress shoes.
A sound.
Empty bottle.
Spinning.
Parting gift. Timex.
Ticking...
Long winters day comes to an end,
My body lay down to sleep, I close my eyes as to speak to Our Savior in private..
Jesus, I feel you so close, I thank you for my blessings, my home, my kids, my husband, Lord Heavenly Father, I feel your heavenly presence in my heart tonight..
Nobody else touches my soul like you, I seek your love each and every day, in the cold December wind, the snow falling so softly, gently, it’s a gift from you.
As we await the birth of your beloved son Jesus, I too am trying to let your light into the parts of my life which are dark, empty, filled with sadness, from loosing those who turned their back on me, Lord, help me fill them with your undying love, mercy.
I cried tears of love, true unconditional mercy, grace as I know only you can give…Lord Heavenly Father, please be with me and my family thus advent as we try to shine our candles for all to see.
I love you Lord with all my being, I long to see your presence body and soul in the Eucharist at church, my heart feels you right beside me kneeling.. Thus is how I Privately feel you each Sunday My Lord…
Let this cold bitter wind be a reminder to warm up with your daily bread in the gospels, the sun warm our hearts and the Christmas carols be our way of praying twice to you Our Dear Heavenly Father..
Amen.. we await your birth Baby Jesus as you will be wrapped in swaddling clothes in a manger…
O Come O Come Emmanuel..
Written: June 19, 2023
As our lives absquatulate through flux,
Of an eternal syndrome, pain, and happiness;
We waltz upon the stage of life crux.
Caught in the rhythm of this cosmic madness.
Every stride we bear is a zone of life's symphony.
A dance of delight and sorrow in utopian harmony.
The melody of laughter, the cadence of tears,
We sway to the music, conquering our fears.
With each twirl and spin, we embrace the highs and lows.
Without one, the others cannot grow.
The sweet notes of love, the bitter chords of loss,
Together, they create a masterpiece, our life gloss.
In the depths of our being, a battle does ensue.
An emotional war between soul and heart is so true.
The soul yearns to soar, to embrace the infinite,
While the heart seeks solace, a love that is intimate
The soul, akin to a bird, longs to soar in flight.
To explore the vastness of day and the beauty of night.
But the heart, as an anchor, holds it down.
Afraid of the unknown, of the heights it might drown.
Find peace in harmony, and adopt life's bitter lessons.
The soul learns to listen, and the heart learns to question.
Through proofs and tribulations, they learn to intertwine.
To embrace the contradictions to seek the divine.