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After feeling like it's been poked, prodded and
trodden on, there's a heaviness in my heart.
Every time I try nodding off in sanctity of sleep
I cry when into my mind creeps a dismal darkness...
the fear I feel as if every move I make is a toxic turn
of a kaleidoscope where burdensome blue shards
are cutting away pieces of my suffering heart.
It's not ink but blood that spills from my quill.
There's no emotional empathy in grey realms
of leaden skies; no one hears my grievous cries,
or sees the torrent of tears falling from my eyes.
Each drop is a rivulet of pouring rain
bringing dolorous disdain to my soul
over the maudlin suffering that I dread.
Another twist of the kaleidoscope wheel
will give evidence of how I feel, for now I know
nothing will ever heal this melancholy malaise...
the randomly rearranged patterns of turmoil in my life.
It's akin to twisting the color filled tube
and the scene changes from contentment to chaos.
Dramatically diverse when rearranged.
It's too late to stop my weathered petals
from withering upon their dried, dying vine.
What was once delightfully divine
has been a candle flame snuffed out
by another catastrophic turn.
No longer does passion burn within me
for being spurned has left me filled with angst,
agonizing over the scattered shards
as if each one was a sliver of shrapnel
that severed my hemorrhaging heart.
Now, there's barely a pulse...
the bane and pain of flowing crimson blood.
Lost today in yesterday's memories
Oblivious to what is happening
Concentrating on perceived used to be's
Results in today's abandoning
Being focused every day in someday
Pondering imagined what could be's
Worrying about the future that way
Changes nothing... offers no guarantees
These are the days to spend in the moment
Being where and who one is meant to be
Presence makes the present important
The development of true memories
May 29, 2018
These Are The Days Contest by Daniel Turner
June 11, 2018
Honorable Mention
In The Moment Contest by Heidi Sands
June 18, 2018
Honorable Mention
It's been a long time since I put how I feel
about you in a poetic aspect, so I'm here to
tell you once more that I love you...hashtag that. We been threw the worst but still we find a way to make it better, but that's what true love is. Anything that's hard to obtain will be worth whatever you endure so maybe that's why threw all the bad we are still together because we love each other more than the thought of separating, patience with one another is something we always need to keep, we share a bond from the looks of it can't be broken tho it might bend, you've seem me go threw and understand changes not many women would have so that right there is evidence we have a deeper connection than best friends. At times where I didn't know where I was going you knew where I been. At times I was having a hard time understanding you we stayed up late arguing trying to get it right, and even tho it was frustrating we were at peace when we went to bed and held each other tight. This is life, someone who believes you're worth enduring the good and the bad with no matter the case, and that woman is you well worth the wait and anticipation...
It is so lonely
having all time
and only spaciousness
to themselves.
Bored with Other
after so many millennia
planning future events
to finally get even for ungrateful behavior
that pissed them off
when they were even younger
in their co-evolving relationships
as not each Other.
Time lies dead in their competing hands
yet dynamic in their displaced designs
for emerging future climate changes,
great transitions,
spaces and places to regenerate a more cooperative atmosphere
among these co-arising Gods
of Energy and Air,
Water and Soil,
Fire
and Golden AnthroDivine Elixirs.
To drink this beverage of Timeless Gods and Goddesses
is to travel through time Their bilateral Selves
aware of fear as Other godless fear
of Their own Elder divine relationships
transactions
Selecting
Gods of political MonoTheistic Correctness
with Capital-Infested Designs
for self-perpetuating
lost humane development
and wealthy mind
healing EarthBody design
for future multicultural millennia
Future therapeutic chapters
in our collective ReGeneration Story
of Passion/Pleasure
intimate GodNesses.
A lonely lovely story,
from panentheistic perspective
of polyculturally communing gods and goddesses.
All that loving grace of healthy integrity,
yet so few dreams in which to unload
their rich full-octaved color
and inspiraling fluency
of Me/We
humane divines
severed/sacred
double-side divides
EarthGrace
re-stimulating AnthroLovely gratitude;
such steady-state resonant bliss
vexing passionate struggles to erupt outside
inside timeless dramatic elation
without climaxing end
All alone,
hiding monolithic divested blame
without exclusively Self-invested
merely human
shamefully ungodly
dispassionately unpleasant
desecrated lesser Others
ReTexting hate-filled UnTruth scriptures
as if anger/fear bipolar prescriptions
while ting toxins
on His Golden MonoPolistic Throne.
When I watch the news, I become concerned about humanity's future, alarmed at the speed of irreversible changes happening to our planet, from global warming to climate change and the possible extinction of plankton and coral reefs. I've witnessed devastating floods in Bangladesh, India, Japan, and China, as well as droughts in the United States, Somalia, and Morocco, displacing thousands of people from their homes. The world is in crisis! According to the most recent United Nations estimates, Earth’s population was 7.9 billion as of 2021. We cannot sustain the lifestyle we enjoy today on a planet with shrinking, finite resources. People are living longer, demanding more, and are rapidly destroying the world’s ecosystems. We've ravaged and poisoned our oceans, burnt or cut down our forests, and squandered our fossil fuels. Whatever future calamities await the human race, they will be life-changing and as inevitable as Death and the rise and fall of the tides.
hunger fuels hate
there's no compassion in greed...
a baby is born
When night’s ebony is vanquished,
the pre-dawn turns slowly into peach.
Peach becomes persimmon and pink
as scarlet starts to streak the sky..
As I breathe the snowy whiteness of the clouds,
the sun shyly peeks out from behind them.
Suddenly the deliciousness of saffron
shines forth with the hope of a new day.
I’m gazing up at a Monet.
Day progresses, and at times
I view new birds that wing their way
through a heaven gone azure.
Gradually the azure changes to periwinkle blue
tinged with violet hues.
Evening is upon us.
Apricot slashes through the sky
and then it turns a passionate pink.
The clouds coalesce into larger white fluffs
which trim the twilight
like whipped cream on a raspberry pie.
Later the clouds become wisps of silver threads
as the yellow sun submerges itself into the sea.
The pale pearl moon and diamond stars appear -
the brightest of them shimmering ice blue
from far far away.
Sky has become a sapphire sheet
blanketing the part of the world that has gone to sleep.
Whether night be black or cobalt blue,
eventually dawn arrives
to vanquish night again.
Dec. 19, 2022
For A Brian Strand Premiere Choice No 55 Poetry Contest
November 2025
Yeah…Uh…Up and down, up and down…
Life feel like an elevator right now…
Life been like an elevator, goin’ up and down the floors,
Sometimes I’m in the clouds, sometimes I’m layin’ on the floor,
Minor wins, major wars, can’t even tell what I’m fightin’ for,?
Peace of mind been a myth, I don’t even chase it anymore.
Feel calm, then full of anger,
Done good, then turned to danger,
Tryna be kind, but I got that rancor,
Pray for my soul like a lone ranger.
Yeah, one in the chamber, thoughts rearranger,
Holdin’ it in, but my mind’s in danger,
Float or sink, I drop the anchor,
Devil on my shoulder lookin’ like a banker.
Can’t buy love, can’t buy favor,
Paper cut deep — root of all evil, traitor,
See their colors, true behavior,
So I turn to a gladiator.
Up and down like elevators, (yeah)
Heart been broke by traitors, (uh)
World on fire, no savior, (no)
Don’t talk to me ‘bout creators. (nah)
Sometimes I pray for changes,
Sometimes I just want danger,
I been losin’ faith in strangers,
Life been dark, but I’m still major.
It left a crater, I barely felt the pain,
Too many kids fallin’ victim to the game,
Too many haters hidin’ faces in the rain,
Everybody chasin’ fame, nobody chasin’ change.
North, South, both sides of the equator,
Rich or poor, now or later,
Life’s either heavy or it’s paper,
But death come fast, and never wavers.
Wild and tame both fade away,
Species dyin’ off every day,
Mother Nature got dues to pay,
She collect ‘em all in her own way.
Stargazin’, trailblazin’,
Cuttin’ through pain, still razor bladin’,
Don’t know why I’m still waitin’,
For peace I might never be claimin’.
Green beam laser or a scar on my wrist,
Feelin’ like fate won’t let me exist,
Still I persist — can’t quit this twist,
Tryna find hope in the abyss.
Up and down like elevators, (yeah)
Heart been broke by traitors, (uh)
World on fire, no savior, (no)
Don’t talk to me ‘bout creators. (nah)
Sometimes I pray for changes,
Sometimes I just want danger,
I been losin’ faith in strangers,
Life been dark, but I’m still major.
Yeah…Still ridin’ that elevator,
Maybe I’ll find peace later,
Maybe I’ll meet my maker…
Maybe…?
my mind feels cornered again
every thought has me hanging
on sanity's edge
i reach for you
this ringing in my head
offers little hope
as it echoes
through the phone
a momentary pause
before the pre-recorded voice
the usual message after the tone
as the tone of mood changes
i can feel my emotions
fall like shadows
on lonely walls
my air is heavy
like these blades
that press
steel force
against my flesh
a drop of blood
trickles down
pulsating
to the tune
of my heart's beat
darkness draws its line
between life and death
and feeds my thoughts
death dances at my door
and i can feel its cold press
as it cuts through me again
like a blade's edge
steel-force
my version of the poem
Leave a message after the beep
by Just That Archaic Poet
Why….sarcastic ,snide remarks
To dictate and criticise
Pointing that “crooked finger of judgement”
Expecting all others to view through your eyes!
You voice, “that should not be”
Though when it comes your way
You bask in all the glory
Of the niceties others say
Somewhat hypocritical
Though I think it’s quite clear
When it is not directed at you
Your insecurities appear
Each one of us are different
We each give and receive what we desire
As long as dealt with respectfully
That’s all that is actually required
Your sarcastic innuendos are not masked
By your clever, deliberate words
Your real intentions are obvious
So condescendingly inferred
Since when did encouraging others
Become a negative
Kindness and positivity
Words best left unsaid?
So obsessed about others
In what they say and do
Perhaps it’s time to focus inward
Make some positive changes within you?
Get down from your high horse
You are the only player in this “word war”
Simply, “just be nicer”
There are no points here to be scored!
This-
This tableau of
Mental images, of
Fixed scenes, this
“Battle of Egos” is
Relentlessly looping
In my mind.
An annual gathering of kith and kin
Created a backdrop of statue-like characters
Blindly unaware of a
Crisis stirring.
Off to the side, there are the mothers,
Pillars of love for their sons,
Paralyzed with the knowledge that they are helpless,
Helpless as they watch
The conflict unfolding.
There-
There are the Fathers and Sons-
Distant and deaf to each other, who, in their inability to Set aside their own sense of rightness and wrongness,
Reach a point of no return.
A plea, from one, is given, but seen as a
Challenge from the other, and the whole
Facade of civility collapses.
With faces frozen and actions rigid,
Rage and resolve coalesce.
Fearful and dauntless, fathers confront sons and sons their fathers, and in that absolute moment
Familial roles shift.
Everything - everything is different, yet
Nothing changes.
Rooted and unmoved, egos remain.
So much is lost.
Nothing-
Nothing is gained.