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O Almighty river! Where is your home?
Is there no end to your urge to roam?
Endlessly you run like the Witch on the mountain
Who lived in a cavern by the secret fountain
You begin your journey as a stream on the mountain top
Cascade down the slope in a steep drop
Meander around boulders and fall into a chasm
Where you meet your siblings with great enthusiasm
Together, you run as a flow of gurgling water
Generating froth like a child playing with a swatter
Carving the edges of the gorge as you flow along
Depositing the gathered silt where they belong
Your flow in the plains becomes placid and slow
On a moonlit night the waters shimmer and glow
Passing through habitats where farmers live
And use the precious water you always give
Your water is considered sacred and spiritually pure
Revered as an embodiment of a Goddess for sure
Rituals performed on your banks bring divine boon
A dip in your waters believed to cure ailments soon
Myths and legends associated with you are numerous
Few, like this, shared among your devotees are humorous
On an auspicious day you descend from heaven to earth
A dip on this day purifies the sins, making the effort worth
You flow in eternity giving life to all residing on your banks
At night devotees worship your sacred waters with floating lamps
Even the dead seek better reincarnation of their soul
Immersing their cremated ashes to direct it to the cherished goal
END
The Genesis touch fills me with delight,
And there was no night that stars did not shine,
Before sin hides the glow from our sight,
Weak minds, rob the length of allotted time.
A gateway prevails into the formless earth,
Wasteful insurgency covers the surface.
To shelter from the storm of Gods wrath,
Time elapse, found probabilities in space.
Engrafted state conceit everything that grows,
Intrigue holds the light for a little moment,
And the danger presented doesn't always shows,
the secret of Satan’s influence and comment.
While the youth of beauty gradually decay
And changed the day into shades of gloom,
Every particle of inch went vile and stray,
From the dimness of equals hides perfection.
The outward decline, begun in Genesis
When all things shrunk in the shrouding mist,
Closed doors came upon the lovely bliss,
And chase light from Eden’s innocent crest.
Spiraling joy parted quickly into a chasm,
Creation made the dry dust unveil tears,
Immortality turned into sweat and retribution,
Soon, the pain would swallow the toil of years.
The erring child raise up hope and began
The potentials pursuit of things, once evade,
Soften grace watered the plot of land,
God looked with sorrow upon things he made.
Men hear cherubim’s beaten wings near
Fear sure and sap the remaining strength,
Tranquillity rise and flatten upon the air
Like death, paradise wreath leaves the earth.
When I consider everything, Genesis had given
Temptation unveil the failure twice befell,
In death, conceived truth we know of heaven,
And all on earth would need to know to avoid hell.
Now darkness becomes a source of strength,
There is night, and emblem of humanity’s might,
Break through the clouds with weaker breath,
And the Ark appeared triumphant in radiant light.
A dove on the wing flies swiftly over the waters
Life knew the return of seed time and harvest,
Ours was the day, to see the beauty of flowers
While we may live in hope to attain the best.
There is so much about our universe I don’t know
So much I don’t know if I’m even capable of knowing
One could even debate that the amount of knowledge I lack
Is infinite
Feeling something weighing
On my consciousness
I read about stars
How they begin
And how they end
Did you know that the bigger the star, the shorter it’s life?
Somehow that made sense to me
When a large star forms
It burns big and bright
It uses its resources more quickly
And runs out just as fast
Then it explodes
Pieces of it are flung into the surrounding space
If a star is big enough
When it dies
It creates a black hole
Apparently
When a black hole is swallowing the things around it
Not even light can avoid falling in
Apparently
A black hole is far heavier
Than the star that created it
Even though this cycle takes place so, so incredibly far away from me
It feels so close and so familiar
And what it really reminds me of
Is the stars I’ve known
Who shined so bright
So bright that they didnt shine for long
I’ve known many stars in my life
Beautiful to know
Heartbreaking to lose
Always a privilege to witness
Seeing just how far their light reaches
Shining their rays on everyone
And everything
That crosses their path
And when they go
The ripples of tragedy can be felt far and wide
Shrapnel striking anyone close by
After the shockwave
The space they once occupied
Becomes a chasm
Sucking in the light of those around them
The gravity of this chasm
Forces you to the ground
And tries to coax you into falling in voluntarily
But there is beauty in these phenomena
For when black holes reach the end of their life
They too, explode
And the matter of everything they consumed
Is scattered
Creating an environment for a new star to form
The matter that composes these stars is recycled into infinity
And their makeup is never truly lost
We witness their light time and time again
The love we pour into them
Is eventually poured back into us
One day, my time here will come to an end
My life force will have been used
And I will have to leave those I love
Just as those I have loved had left before
But knowing that they will never be without me
That I am here amongst the ether
Shining down on them at all times
This fact comforts me
Beneath the burdens of countless nights,
In the cursed silence of the soul's waiting room,
I sat, the last one, loneliness carved by the chisel of forgetfulness into the stone of my heart,
Blocking him - he who left without looking back,
Left with longing, a heavy bracelet on a wrist of air.
In vain, I sipped from digital expectations,
Eyes thirsty for a phantom letter in the box of echoes,
The pain of seeing his connection without words for me,
The feeling of being lost with soles burning on carpets of illusions,
His indifference - a shroud that wraps me in night.
I say stop to this waltz drowned in tears - from now on,
The ties buried under the heap of forgetfulness,
What strange hurt to be silent when your whole universe spoke through him,
It wasn't so hard when he pushed me into the chasm of estrangement.
Once the image of him as a hero was sown in my soul, now the shadow of a stranger,
I wonder how small I can be in the mirror of disappointment,
Do I deserve this harsh forgetfulness after I gave my all?
Did success grow like a weed between us, or was it all just a lost game?
He pushed me away - far into the cold, bitter ocean,
Feeling only the foam of his indifference, a wave suffocating my love.
And now his once-adored shadow haunts,
The forgotten stranger walks free, and my heart is filled with cold.
They thought I watched for his newfound fame from beneath heavy lids,
But what I hunted was a love, one before any tally.
His once vibrant call now just an echo,
In my chest, the pyre's flame burns beneath the ash of his 'all is well.'
What a silent battle between what I was and what is expected of me,
A heart-ping-pong between guilts and a promise of the new.
This prosperity that seems to grind down the natural in people,
I turned to ask myself: Was I just a reflection in the mirror of his pride?
Reflecting on love, what it means, I find myself setting boundaries,
Limits enforced by the heart, known only to me,
I deserve respect, attention, and true care,
In love and life, there I will find my sanctuary for my soul.
Worthy of love, happiness, and light,
I will rise from this abyss, embracing the power that is mine.
Amid the echoes of pain, I will carve my path,
Turning wounds into newfound strength day by day, month by month, and year by year.
We stand on foothills, gazing at the peak,
A world divided, a chasm vast and bleak.
Our mountains of indifference, a jagged, stony chain,
While empathy's volcano simmers, but struggles to contain.
Towers of suspicion pierce the clouded sky,
Casting long shadows where bridges ought to lie.
The stairs of progress, worn with every fight,
Lead us ever upwards, toward a fairer light.
But ladders built of bias, precarious and thin,
Leave many stranded, where trust can't begin.
The Alps of prejudice, a formidable wall,
Echo with the cries of those who yearn to crawl.
We've reached a plateau, a place to pause and see,
The distance yet to climb, for all humanity.
These fractured buildings, monuments of strife,
Crumble and decay, devoid of a purposeful life.
So let us rise above, this discordant land,
Join hands and hearts, a united, climbing band.
Let empathy erupt, a fierce and cleansing fire,
Melting walls of difference, with its passionate desire.
With every step, with every toppled stone,
We bridge the chasms, where we once stood alone.
For only on the summit, bathed in sunlight's grace,
Can we truly see the world, a more united space.
The poet dreams, and with a simple glance
at trees or sky or at a mountain spring,
begins to write, endeavors to enhance
each sight of beauty with imagining.
He paints midsummer as a day of gold,
the song of birds at twilight as the tune
for his beloved, whose aspect is extolled
and likened to the splendor of the moon.
At times, his heart is pained. It seems that doom
pursues him in that chasm where he grieves.
He finds he still must write. . . and there may bloom
sweet wistful roses on his journal’s leaves.
Though meager be his assets, he bequeaths
to us a treasure with the words he breathes.
Entered 10/22/2020 for Line Gauthier's Have You Published Poetry Contest
From my chapbook: Dancing the Unicorn: Lyrical Blooms 2
I had won a chapbook deal for my Lyrical Blooms 1 entitled Dreaming the Unicorn, and I followed it up with a part 2 Dancing the Unicorn, a 44-page chapbook pubished in 2008 by Shadow Ink. The book contains poems of various themes with about two poems per page and organized by types of poetry forms. Blue roses are scattered through the book. Shadow Ink sadly stopped publishing.
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“We have been here a thousand times before
Memory erased, each time we begin anew
Of hands held tenderly, we’ve lost the score
Each embrace virgin like fresh morning dew
To which image, oh dear soul, should we cling
For each heart was at some point of time dear
As we flow through life with zest, zeal and zing
In all forms we see God’s presence appear”
In timeless live network
of intricate unassailable design,
the latticed mind stratifies layer on layer,
the incarnated spiritual strata
of innate awareness align
with perceptive sagacious patterns.
Many existential elements gain
transcendent access to the sanctum
of the secret psychic recess
at the fading fringes of joy and pain,
as the fluid sense merges
with the sea of absolute acuity.
A reflective explorer ensnared,
I search for the snippets of life,
stuck to slices of eternity forgotten.
With supreme strength of divinity,
I get liberated from the labyrinth
of the corporeal chasm.
I’m immutable hymn of the sanctified soul,
echo in the arena of awareness
the devout mantra intoned
in the temple of heart,
resonates with sensual symphony
of the sacred spirit.
I’m the shared essence
of the connected oneness,
and surpassing self-seeking perimeter,
I perceive the inimitable image of the creator,
making my awakened soul feel I’m He,
to whom I should cling.
POEM PENNED PRETERNATURALLY
Too many misses of sprinkles
Wets the heart like little drizzles
Over the rags of time
The chasm between us couldn't be caged
By the eons of past pain
During our storm and rain
Thunder slice me off a heart of cold fury
Because anger rest in the bosom of fools
But the cold chill of your serendipity arouse every shivers
Like the toe poke of a baby when bathed
Our brotherhood, blossoming rose in the sun
A ripening wheat in a flourishing field
With a soft conscience to pacify the sun
The heat of the mo' can not asphyxiate a flame
Lighted by compassion, affection & name-identity
Soulnated with telepathy.
And to cross-eye again,
Every dog has its own day
Which keeps soul in blazing affection of anticipation
To subsequently engage brotherly communication.
VickWizzy
Written by: Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Titled by: Weiss Vae Mmendie
Copyright© 2016.
PART II.
IV.
there's no turning back...
when the landscapes change, when the rains come
submerged in solitary conversations
I'm unworthy to left gifts at your feet
so I wait and sleep in this desolate bothy
shattered and painfully conscious
and it's like descending the slippery cliffs
even if some of them have withstood a thousand storms
it's been a mindless voyage led by the lack of sobriety
right when you found my incomplete letters
and your blurred outlines were drifted ashore
leaving the white lines carved in the sand
V.
how far...
would we go in a bottomless boat?
that's where I seek the point of continuation
but one day they'll throw away all of your belongings
down to the bottomless chasm of memories
and it will stalk me through the mainland
haunt me even at the bottom of the ocean
knowing that life of unfulfilled desires is like an immortal pilgrim
shrinking in the darkest nook of guilt
but I believe that our paper boat is unsinkable
in loving memory of sweet melancholy
we'll sing the shepherd's ballads by the jetty
VI.
I'll hold your hand...
through the final ascend from hazy lowlands
'cause I know there's certainly a rebirth awaiting
as lost love leaves scars in the countryside
and each night I can't resist
the lighting of the south side beacon
the ageless beacon that will shine on our way
when your shy retinas turn to flowers
and hide away from moonlit skies
I'm sinking in smoothness of your skin
stitching your heart to mine
and letting it sail away in a bottle
while you're still shivering beside me
as a reminder of our mortality
enchanted by the divine music
flying in a great heights like two starving gulls
over the freezing sea of abstractions
waterlogged and malcontented
we will abandon the terminal beach
we'll leave together in the air
and greet every star without exception
Oh how my heart yearns for you
That once was my dearest friend
We traveled many miles with each other
shared our thoughts and passions
We put the world to rights time and again
You were my sanctuary from life's woes
Never asking or expecting anything from me
freely giving me everything you could
It was only when you were taken from me
That I realised what a gift I had lost
The gap left in my heart so big,
A chasm I was unable to fill
Why oh why you i cried out in sorrow
It should have been me for you were no age
The angels took a piece of my heart
On the day they took you
One day soon I will again travel with you
For such is the fate of mankind
.written 04/02/2013
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