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The Wild One
I watched, as in a dream mist….
….after a day of rain, fog rolling in off the rocks of Lake Superior
Three large deer, nibbling moist leaves from sapling trees, unconcerned with my presence,
only 20’ away. Two were young bucks, both with fuzz-covered antlers, stopping occasionally
to rub them on branches, they must be itchy. The other, a splendid doe, larger than the
bucks, with golden brown skin, blinking her ears at me when I moved closer. This was their
forest, I was a guest, my people were busy fighting wars, scheming profits, and pillaging the
earth, while here, in reality, life was unchanged, the only sounds were warblers singing from
branch to branch, a couple ravens overhead, barking my location to any other forest
dwellers interested. On the forest floor, orchids bloomed, and an impressionistic collage of
wildflowers in every direction, the yellows: jewelweed, buttercups, bellwort, aster and
coneflower, the whites: yarrow, trillium, hemlock, queen anne’s lace and solomon’s seal, the
reds: bull thistle, Indian paintbrush, spotted coralroot and prairie blazing star, the purples:
wild geranium, spotted knapweed, shooting star and dameweed, and the wild one: me
…..the wild one
me
08/22/10
11:22am
Here, time meets space
In drama sweet
As bitter pace
Transacts and greets.
Here, joy and woe
Engage fond play
In precious flow
Come night or day.
Here, stop and see
The path of cheer:
Truth and beauty
As faith now steers.
Here, by the way
Seek out your heart
In work and play --
Love's sacred start.
Here, dare to be
Just who you are --
A soul set free,
A blazing star.
Here, time is brief,
Dare to live bold
In joy or grief
As tale is told.
Here, be aware
As moments flow
In endless care --
Now factors low.
Here,I can see
Heart lives lightly,
Truth funds beauty,
Frames ecstasy!
Here, let joy spring
Radiant and pure,
Go beyond things,
Be still, be sure.
Here, at the edge
Love makes a pact,
Transcend raw ledge
To style bold tact!
Leon Enriquez
Written: 16 February 2010
Singapore
(16 May 2017)
On a page, I'm designing a little nursery.
It will typically be a splendid moon.
Dreams I'm putting to witness bursary.
The space portrays a pearl, strewn.
The trail winds its way to this point.
Each day I assess my plant's progress.
Such as the gleaming white anoint.
Radiant as the full moon's keenness.
You bring forth my sheerest strength.
I overfeed them till they reach maturity.
Like I come upon a pearl in the depth.
Joyous colors reveal a touch of clarity.
But have acquired a wind and flown.
Believe your spirit will be revived.
I'm still sowing poetry, yet age has grown.
To sustain a nice cuddle for you're altered.
A far source of fuel with words I lack.
With love and faith, you're on a deft track.
5TH PLACE CONTEST WINNER
Written: April 13, 2022
A BRIAN STRAND PREMIERE CHOICE Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
"Someday we will fly free ~~only this physical body prevents us."
By_ L Milton Hankins, Flying Free, Monoku
Milton, you came to soup like a blazing star across the sky,
not that long ago in reality and you blessed us with your light;
you shone like the most dazzling star in the darkness.
Milt, you touched souls with your gentle and kind comments,
with encouragement and became a beloved friend to so many;
you were my poetic friend and you always replied back to me,
your Kentucky friend- in your last poem you wrote Bye-Bye Don't Cry!
But, Milt I have been weeping tons since I heard the news of your death!
Did you hear God calling your name?
Did you take hold of his hand?
Then, like a blazing star across the sky you left us forever,
I will never forget you, L Milton Hankins. Rest in Peace friend.
____________________
December 29, 2022
Poetry/Verse/For Milton - A Tribute
Copyright Protected, ID 12-1513-032-29
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Lewis Milton Hankins
1941 - 2022
Submitted to the Standard contest, In Honor of Milt - An Uncontest
sponsor, Andrea Dietrich, Judged 01/16/2023
First Place
If love is our fate, let each moment be our journey,
let love be our guiding star to follow
From the moment we first met
our souls became a guardian of time
our eyes became the warmth that melted away the world
with wishes and dreams
Like a brightly blazing star that leaves an imprint
on the eyes of our enchantment
our hands first held the morning's twilight of romance
and we walked on the path of natural beauty
that laid before us
that led to a silent sanctuary of sensual sentiment
from our first kiss
where we warmed ourselves in each other's arms
filled with laughter and smiles
and ran beneath the star-lit sky
inviting innocence to peel back the layers
filled with sacred moments of gentle understanding
so we could share our love as one...forever
Her hand of friendship, not desire
Though we traveled roads long and far
My heart was hers for all to lend
She sought from life a blazing star
The years became a seedless tree
A love kept silent, never grew
My honor held in quiet stead
As she disappeared from view
An Autumn night, as years had passed
Came gentle knock, my open door
And there she stood in a quiet pose
A rushing kiss, the empty floor
A night we found of hungered bliss
The embers cold to passion's fire
The last goodby was her gift
She'd always known my heart's desire
contest Your Favorite Quatrain
8/18/14
It had been a day full of miraculous detail.
Freezing rain played the ground like a kettle drum.
Trees snapped and flowers curtsied
before engaging in a pas de deux
with blades of grass on the stage
of this summer eve.
Our erupting blazing star...
Sported a set of yellow barn doors sorely in need of a paint job;
Closed shut with a heavy metal rusty lock seeping a golden shade;
Upstaging the blue sky and creating its own distinct wash
to signal the break of day.
A curvy curved river flowed naturally through
the mountains into a water colored sunset.
The moon waited patiently offstage with bedroom eyes
anxious to make her entrance.
And I,
Well - I just stood motionless,
Hoping to absorb it all;
Hoping to never take this planet for granted;
A non opiate
I like to call
Organic Ecstasy.
And not a sign of men’s hands anywhere in sight.
14~12~2014
Maurice Yvonne
In the fog of human sentiment, where shadows lose their form,
I see them drifting, those with weak hearts, cloaked in borrowed sorrow,
Their essence, a barely heard whisper, lost in the cacophony of others' cries,
They wander through life, a nameless mist, feeling for everyone but themselves.
Their hearts, a sponge for every tear, every sigh,
And yet, in their own reflection, they find an empty gaze,
The thrill of their own essence, a distant and forgotten dream,
Sacrificed on the altar of misguided empathy.
Like specters, they float, neither here nor there,
Their identities blurred by the weight of others' suffering,
They weep for the world, but their own souls remain untouched,
An unsung melody, a story left unwritten.
In the mirror of introspection, they see only shadows,
The light of self-awareness dimmed by the fog of sentiment,
Each step, a drift, each breath, a borrowed sigh,
They lose themselves in the labyrinth of others' pain.
Oh, how I detest this self-imposed exile,
This choice to fade into the background of existence,
To be a ghost in one's own life, a mere echo of others' despair,
Lost from the vibrant pulse of their own being.
For life is a dance, a revolution of colors and sounds,
And in the symphony of existence, each soul must find its own melody,
To live, not as a shadow, but as a blazing star,
To feel the thrill of their own essence, unburdened by the weight of borrowed sorrow.
They should awaken from this melancholic slumber,
To cast off the chains of weak sentiment,
And embrace the fierce beauty of their own identity,
To live fully, deeply, and intensely, in the light of their own truth.
White Devil
Call it what you want!
I call it, his favorite season hunt...
Two hoofs imprinted near the riverfront.
Echoes calling my soul with a loud, ferocious grunt.
I smell it in the air, lost upon the white golden stair.
A deep frost dwelling all over his lair.
Tangled by the frozen grip of my hair.
A decision, I declare to give what he won't spare.
This man has no red suit..
Lurking in the white to recruit.
A midnight suicide clouding me with pollute.
I pause my tongue on mute, lost in a white castle chute.
Headed straight into a shivering blazing star path.
The land of snow covered like a bubble bath.
Breaking icicles like crystal glass, suck3d by the milky-way mass.
Multiplying bruises like a cascade, enjoying the aftermath.
Finding a way to slit the pain in my domain.
I grab a coat and lace my name to Mary-Jane.
Inserting the finest line to ease the drain in my brain.
I drink the icy scotch, and drop a silver nickel into the devils cocaine.
Fallen in to his bait, its too late, I got 7 lines on my dinner plate.
I'm covered up in snow, enjoying the amazing way to suffocate.
Eight beats to every minute is my new heart rate.
I'm reaching for the white golden gate, where the white devil waits.
Drowning like liquor in a frappe mixing the winter's high tide.
Death to my soul is where I hide under this white blanket neutral side.
Too heavy to uplift this storm lost in the devil's cold custard suicide guide.
Waking up in a coma, in a world where white collides with the rage of suicide.
by;p.d.
(( Trapped in a snowy blizzard))
There is no dragon's fiery breath,
no black knight's sword that deals death,
no creature of the land or sea
that could keep me from possessing thee.
There is no thing that I could find,
not strong ale nor sweet wine,
even Merlin's herbs and such
pale beside My Lady's touch.
There is no rose that could smell as sweet,
no maiden fair that I might meet;
no blazing star in the sky above
could ever outshine my Lady Love.
There is no challenge I would not take,
no quest too bold for me to make,
no ties from which I would not part
to win my fairest Lady's heart.
On my honor this I swear,
all my life with you I'll share,
I pledge my sword, my heart, my name,
pray tell me My Lady you'll do the same.