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When the fire of Autumn fills limbs of trees,
And its light covering frost comes around.
I remember that summer's wet leaves,
With your fading footprints in its soft ground.
Distant season, colored forever blue.
A faint memory of love to remain.
Caused by a lasting silhouette of you,
Disappearing in the falling rain.
A birthright below, a love to lament,
Paused by a dream of your eyes I still hold.
Reliving the times when bodies were spent.
When the bond from a kiss crossed a threshold.
She loved a boy from a commonplace.
She said goodbye with a tender embrace.
contest..When Love was Innocent
They followed screams to where he died
his face showed he’d been terrified.
Though none knew why he’d passed that way,
...on ‘Devils Hill’ his body lay.
Around I feel a ghostly chill,
why must I venture up this hill
and see the place my friend had died,
right now I wish I’d stayed inside.
What is this shiver in the air,
each time I look there’s no one there.
An icy chill runs down my spine,
am I the one who’s next in line.
Here lies the spot he breathed his last,
again I feel this icy blast.
I think I hear his final scream,
an echo in this nightmare dream.
Surrounded now by thoughts of doom,
all that’s evil starts to loom,
playing on my inner fear,
my personal demons now appear.
I’m damned, I know, I feel my past
has finally caught me up at last.
I know that just to get our way
we’d often made all others pay,
there’s those we trod into the earth
while living high in joy and mirth.
My friend who’d died here yesterday
had shared the evil games we’d play.
Most times we made folks life pure hell
and once ignored an old man’s spell
who’d cursed us both with inner eye
and said that when ‘up high’ we’d die.
We laughed out loud, the stupid thing,
we lived ‘up high’ ...‘high as a king’.
Could he not see we always win
by walking over men like him?
Oh God!, ‘up high’ ...he meant this hill,
where I'm now drawn against my will,
to answer for a lifetime’s sin
cursed by the way we ‘always win’.
Then suddenly from all around
a thundering voice then shook the ground;
”For all the evil you have spread,
today you’ll join the tortured dead.
Damnation, for your life of hate
has led you to the Devil’s gate.
Eternity to spend in Hell,
determined by an old man’s spell”…
Next day my body was found there,
none knew the misery and despair
that I’d caused others with my friend
......to earn the horrors of this end.
Ivor G Davies
PROTONS AND NEWTONS
THE FLAVORS
THAT FAVOR MEANS
THE MODE OF THOUGHT
THE SCEINCE OF
THE THING THAT CAUSES
GROWN MEN TO DREAM
LABOR THROUGH THOSE
EMOTION
THOSE STUMBLING BLOCKS
THAT HINDER THINGS
CREATED FROM THE DISTORTED
THOUGHT
THE KIND OF WORDS
WHERE PROCESSES BEGAN
IN THE DIRECTION OF THESE ACTIONS
MIGHT THIS SATISFACTION
BE MEASURED IN TERMS
OF SUCCESS, MONEY, AND DREAMS
DISCLAIMER, MUSSIENDUL VACKTURBERGS " TIME MACHINE", IS A FICTIONAL TALE OF A DEVISE THAT MEASURE 13 FT. TALL, WITH A WIDTH OF 7 FEET, AND MOVED 3 METERS, ALLOWING THE OCCUPATES TO TRAVEL THROUGHT TIME AND SPACE. THE COMPLICATIONS OF THE DEVISE WERE DEBATED BY A 21 CENTERY SCEINTIST WHO RAN FOR PRESIDENT OF AN ISLAND NATION. oTHER COUNTRIES FEARED HE HAD DEVELOPED A TIME MACHINE, THIS CAUSED A STRUGGLE WHICH LEAD TO THE INVASION OF HIS COUNTRY. FICTION, WRITTEN BY OTTA THANG, NEW YORK WRITTTING COMPANY. IT WAS SAID THE FICTION WAS WRITTEN TO INSPPIRE A MOVIE, THE SOUNDTRACK, WAS WHAT THE AUTHER HAD WANTED, HE WAS A MUSIC LOVER.THE IMPLICILY OF SUPERSEDING SOMETHING THAT IS ALREADY IN EXSISTANCE. IN SERTION OR STRIKING SOMETHING THAT HAS BEEN CREATED AND THAN RECREATED TO MANIPULATE IT IN ANY MANNER. REDRESSING A SUBJECT TO REPROACH, THE MANNER OF SPACE, FROM ONE END TO ANOTHER, THE ENACTMENT OF FINDING FAVOR IN MANIPULATING FORWARDNESS THRU SPACE TRAVEL.
My spirit does yearn to sojourn in Eden’s paradise
Wafting breeze of serenity's freshness
Breathed out by life-scented leaves
Unaffected, preserved against ecologically-afflicting virus…
My heart longs for replenishing pastures*
Welcoming with serenading birds
In their symphony, melodiously soothing
Offering respite from stressful pandemic-caused angst…
My soul can’t resist promised land’s invitation
Where the lion and the lamb portray sweet friendship
Midst fellow animals in partnership bliss
Exemplifying peace and restoration delight…
My faith yields to Almighty God
Whose gracious omnipotence prevails to grant my plea
Reigning over His creation, shielding His people
Putting fatal virulence under His subjection.
*Joel 2:22 Be not afraid, ye beasts of the field: for the pastures of the wilderness do spring, for the tree beareth her fruit, the fig tree and the vine do yield their strength.
April 8, 2020
3rd place, "Your Best Free Verse 2020" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by John Hamilton; judged on 5/25/2020.
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She said he told her his name was Whoomp Auh-lumpa OOH.......she felt it was his givied name due to the picutre and portfolio he shwed he. He was from Duration-Gait,: she reed-member him soothing her: she said each romance caused her to ask him questions often the ooh auh ooh we's soothed her into a certain type of satifcation a happiness tuned and refined by those who chose such as vocation.
Some people think these recent disasters
Are caused by abuse of the planet
I tend to think they're natural occurrences
The world is just running the gamut
The ebb and flow of changing conditions
Are normal like any time previous
The world has existed for billions of years
Foolish to think we'd be impervious
It's how it's been since the dawn of existence
Today, we're in a technological time frame
To imagine it's the reason for all this mayhem
Is wrong, we shouldn't assume all the blame
There are certainly mistakes man has made
That surely hasn't helped the environment
But to suggest that these are the only reasons
The blame has an unjustified placement
No doubt, we've had some manmade disasters
Without question, can't dispute their effect
Humans certainly are not without culpability
But we've never been thought of as perfect
We are only visiting for a relatively short time
And our challenge is to try our very utmost
To leave it a much better place than we found it
What a great reason for us humans to boast!
THE DARKEST DAYS OF HER LIFE
The sewing machine, long idle, gathered dust
I discovered it, by chance, in my late mother’s attic.
My hand brushed the protective wooden case,
lifting the lid, I saw her antique sewing machine.
The cover had kept the machine in good condition
I could clearly see the maker’s name Jones, in gold letters.
I’d never seen the machine before, but remember my mother
telling me she’d made clothes for orphaned children
The war years seemed like only yesterday, she’d tell me,
recalling vivid memories of the bombing, which caused
such destruction in the city of Coventry where she’d lived.
The air raid sirens would wail, people hurried to the shelters
hoping; praying they and their loved ones would survive.
During the ten hour raid when the Cathedral was bombed
she’d fled to a tiny cellar, with few provisions. Many hours passed,
the candle spluttered, spent, and all was dark …
Fictional poem but based on some fact
One, Nine and Sixteen contest
Sponsored by Viv Wigley
Required lines
1- 'The sewing machine, long idle, gathered dust'
9- 'The war years seemed like only yesterday'
16- 'The candle sputtered, spent, and all was dark'
4/13/18
Privilege
When the privilege first was given
When it was still crisp and new
When it had all others craving
For which is granted a small few
Then you reveled in its status
’Cause it gave you eminence
Yes, you teased with your position
And you reeked of confidence
You would make sure that they noticed
You would make sure that they knew
And you even made it public
You were from a certain crew
All of this was soon accepted
Everybody understood
You were better than all others
You alone could set the mood
So the others came together
And someone brought this to the fore
And they all took a decision
From now on they would ignore
You, your pride, and all your antics
For it didn’t make no sense
They would not allow much longer
For you to shine at their expense
For your shining was too costly
And it really took its toll
It caused anger and confusion
You respected no one’s role
So while you still enjoy your privilege
It is now just seen as work
For you gave the wrong impression
By behaving like a jerk.
Wendy Nipas
What a treacherous road true love can take
for paramours eager to taste desire,
but one their kindred hearts would not forsake.
For Water and Fire, passion meant heartbreak.
Intimacy for them could never transpire.
What a treacherous road true love can take
His fervid flames would make her steam and quake.
Her touch would drown hope for them to conspire,
but one their kindred hearts would not forsake.
What a doleful duo Nature did make,
mourning for love, stymied in a quagmire.
What a treacherous road true love can take.
He risked his life on the shore of her lake
when his blaze was nigh snuffed upon a pyre,
but one their kindred hearts would not forsake.
Their need to embrace caused a yearning ache
for Woebegone Water and Forlorn Fire,
but one their kindred hearts would not forsake.
What a treacherous road true love can take.
March 1, 2022
An Original Villanelle Contest
Sponsored by Milt Hankins
Can I be real and talk to you in this season
I am going to try and be honest and have reason
There are many lonely hurt hearts who impart
For some for some reason things are not going well
Everything is not sin nature everything's not the devil
Some of our hurts and sadness are caused by our self battles
Pains and strife not having anything or not enough
Of Continuum Misfortune and sadness and Have Nots
It's easy to say hold on, it's easy to say you are loved
It's easy to say don't quit, don't give up
Over and over and over and over and over and over and over again
People come before you wanting to be your friend
But in end do they really care and what proof do you have if they do and where
All I can say is wait, God loves you wait don't know you, but! I love you
Please hold on God's author of time if you just need a second no matter how you feeling He'll bless it well it's okay I'm and I know you're tired of hearing the same old thing
All you need is someone to just LISTEN and help you find someone with God to allow you to get before another person or people to give you your blessing
No matter what I say or can do God's Got You we both love you
All you need is one to help for whatever you need hold on, I'm here too listen