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Some people have 'the look' and exemplify 'the part' for a lifetime.
The curtain has opened; their 'stage of life' unfolds, and the role they
seem destined to play, is set on autopilot with predictable outcomes.
Some others don't turn out the way they started.
Their personalities seem to take on a different being when
their environment changes. Their once WITHDRAWN persona
somehow escapes the narrow cave in which they were born.
In high school, their true FEELINGS seemed mostly SHROUD,
and any notion of freeing them from what seems a state
of DEPRESSION was out of the question. Nothing seemed to
ever excite them, and it appeared as if they were sold into
slavery and doomed to a life of MELANCHOLY.
They were never accused of being anti-social, but they certainly
were not very sociable. Their personal view of the world or even
their community was always totally GRIM, and their best
outlook on the world at large was sad and GLOOMY.
Notwithstanding, there are many who break free from the inward
WISTFUL state and become vocal leaders with broad opinions. From
wounded wings and borders of limitation, they rise and soar like eagles.
They tune into their creator, and discovering the purpose for which
they were born, deposit their unique contributions to their world.
052523PSCtest. Emile Pinet. Contest Name, Eight Word Challenge
When you're unsure which path to emulate.
When you require someone, demonstrate.
Listen intently to God's empyreal inspiration.
and He will show you the way to perfection.
Lord, educe me one who seeks your truth.
Assist me to trust your wisdom for heart soothe.
Let me pass the distance, no matter how afar.
Allow me the strength to draw to where you are.
I pray for the strength to do what you advise.
Allow me the strength to fully follow your ties.
I pray for indomitable souls to not cave in or quit.
May I be resolute in my devotion to your fit?
I pray for the resolve to pursue the wise path.
Please grant me wisdom and heal my wrath.
Oh Lord, may I seek you as the wise at night?
May I have the spirit to pursue wisdom's light!
Which way to act if not tried to convince?
If you require insight, let the truth evince.
Learn God's ways by opening your heart.
God will guide you for the rest of life chart.
2nd place contest winner
Written: January 10, 2023
A Spiritual Wisdom Download Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Unseeking Seeker
Sat here again screwing over what I’ve lost
Mad enough too scream sad enough too tear
Inside I’m annoyed heartbroken and cross
as of the point of no return I’m well clear
I was in a place isolated in pain
Comfy in a social group to then stray
those faces consistent in my life never changed
but the friendships they represented went strange
When I was needing and weak
labelled pathetic attention seek
after their broken legs and heads lost from reality
for years I’d been looking outwardly
but I didn’t see it come back too me
It was all about them and I’d been naive aiding
self centred, I learnt when I needed saving
hypocrites judging any wrong in how I was behaving
telling their opinions spread too see me then cave in
Refusing to acknowledge my situation
they were selfish
but telling everyone put eyes on me
and suddenly they’re selfless
It was all about reputation not friendship
those whom I befriended left me friendless
So I’m sat here again chewing over what I lost
mad enough too scream sad enough too tear
Inside I’m confused heartbroken and lost
mad enough too scream sad enough too tear
I was shopping in the local mall
When a toddler just started to bawl
He stamped his tiny feet
And demanded a treat
But his mum wouldn’t buy a football!
He continued to scream and shout
His small mouth displayed a huge pout
But much to his chagrin
His mum did not cave in
Just warned him he could get a clout!
His dad took the child by the hand
And said words he could understand
When your mummy says no
Don’t put on a floor show -
Good parenting really is grand!
(Just for the record I'm not advocating it's good parenting to smack a child - it just happened to rhyme for the poem which is fictional)
Incidentally in October 2017 Scotland was the first place in the UK to ban parents from smacking their child... I wonder how successful that will be!
12/24/17
Pontificating pin heads
laboriously tongue lashing
mandatory attendees
pundits, preachers
oligarchs of oratory
empowered by mad scientists
in twisted mind laboratory.
If everybody gets a bite
of a sandwich never ending
the masses will be sated
and we’ve controlled our spending
if everybody works for free
--that is except for you and me –
we’ll clad them in amorphous dress
and treat them all the same
then we’ll give them numbers
for servants need no name
We’ll sell them all a golden goose
some magic beans as well
fan the flames of fear and hate
then lock our compounds iron gate
rally them in revolution
painted posters – false solution
We’ll watch the sun set in their eyes
as curfew bells remand
the darkness to the deviants
who won’t cave in to them
listen in the shuttered minds
of echoless condemning sin
Peace cannot be won by war
global warming’s not just a thaw
bathroom doors are not the key
to making everybody free
nor does shouting down the opposition
lend credence to a fool’s petition
It’s tongue in cheek -it’s just a joke
just an old guy -blowin’ smoke.
But then again -it could be true
the proof is – sadly - up to you
John G. Lawless
©8/12/2018
I want to dream like a child used to do.
I want this world to become a home for me and you.
No wars and chaos, peace does emerge.
A bounty land feeds those in crave.
I dream to build a palace on top of monolith mountain.
Not a shovel that can be moved by strong wind.
It is sorrounded by transparent lake,
Birds are serenading each morn I awake.
I dream to cave in my loneliness under the moonlit shadow.
Embrace the coldest night beside the shore.
And make a wish to a falling star.
A prince charming will come to fill this empty heart.
I dream to rest in the arms of someone I loved.
Lying together in a green meadows,
Watching our children playing around.
Let the world stop turning awhile.
I dream to travel the world, and be a superstar.
Write a poems, a lyrics of love.
Watch the stars in the night.
And dream that we can be forever young!
I Have A Life.
I Call it My Non Life
and everyone feels sorry for me.
"He lives alone, never picks up his phone,
never has anyone over to his home.
He must be so miserable and lonely.
You should get out there Bill.
Have yourself a thrill
there's so much out there to see and do, so many great people to meet
but you lock yourself away day after day in your self made cell/cave in defeat."
That's why I'm an alien in my own world you see.
Nobody on this planet can Identify with me.
I "enjoy" My Non Life otherwise I wouldn't be
living My Non Life obviously.
So all of you out there continue living your ignorant lives so blissfully
and I'll "enjoy" my life style living in constant misery.
All of you hang on to your blissful ignorance for as long as can be.
If you ever become too aware as I am you'll be cursed for Life like me.
I dream of magic lines but they elude me.
Chapbook on acrylic tube palette, janus-faced cave in
at the crack of dawn,
crescent moonlight awnings turn to circus of the soul,
images that colour dullard pages leave furrow on my
hayrick haggard brow.
Backwater sonnet form leaning towards some meadow compost rot.
Ghost written silhouettes, shatter fragile eggs on
loop pile Berber carpets,
yolk stain and pale brown chicken hash tags.
Tight rope knot escarpment found in tripod camera verse,
cliff edge heart-stop paen is just another
blue-sky canon over billed by birds of prey.
Poetic licence pointer to a learner permit doggerel,
aspiring metre patchwork but a tapered column
lost in grey day whimper.
Guangdong province text in lychee pink for window glaze.
Fleeting notions dangle at the sparrow hawk crossroads,
while grazing skinny red ballon formations overhead.
Mother of invention please shine your convex beam
upon this wellspring drought abandonment I swim in.
Sudden brain cell drafts a Jack-o’-lantern of disjointed phases,
stretcher bear the legless phrases that leave me
wheelchaired and infirmed in woolly states.
Timeline mainstream woofer whose lagging jacket hemline falls apart,
areole reduced branch slowly bleeds its cactus juice of inspiration.
A rush, a fever, quotidian fever,
no greater longing can us writers have.
Quick sands cave in depths of primal darkness
In marshy mud reeds slither waiting to aggress
Hope of escape from the whirlpool disappears
Risk paves the life’s pathway for fate to ingress.
If in miscalculation the insecure footsteps falter
The sands and the reeds won’t wait much longer
Animated they’d extend virile hands to capture
If walking on the troubled life the travelers tire.
The survival struggle would begin in fatal earnest
In a journey where life wobbles in constant unrest
The residual energy would strive and persevere
To exist till the time comes to take the final rest.
Destiny isn’t an excuse for one’s walk in the dark
Lighting the pathway is the inner lamp’s work
In glitter of wisdom the destination is seen clear
On a journey of contentment life would embark.
Written : December 7, 2017
May 30, 2020
Contest : Brian's Choice 11
Sponsor : Brian Strand
Cold in crone collision?
Collusion, choke the core.
Doubtless, my derision!
Just listen to me snore!
Nothingness, the sacred!
O life, flicker and fall!
Berated? Death, doom, and dread!
Red bleed, one and all!
Children, collapse! Cave in, O hope!
Dreams, just fly away!
Tormented lament, thy dope!
Rope tie round decay!
Ice, freeze o'er! O empire, burn!
Ocean, take the lot!
Temper-fount a-taciturn!
Tamarind, a thought:
Folly, my love! O lights, glow low!
Luminesce and die!
Hawk and dove and God? Oh no!
Hear my battle-cry!
Frenzy, strike out! Sulphur, smolder!
Like the way we were?
God of death and left a cur?
Reality, purr...
O tempest, flash! Rain, in torrent!
Storm, ignite! Flood, come!
O Queen Dido, thy lament?
Wargods, thrum! For some...