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There was a "thread" of evil in the atmosphere as stick as a wall and hard as steel.* This stream of evil resulted from the defiance and fall of lucerfer himself. The location, without fowls or "birds" of prey, was beyond the outer space experienced by human kind. It was in a zone of rebellion set aside and assigned to the evil one by God Almighty.
It was a place of spirit beings, a once "beautiful" but now "breathless" and "dark" place. When I beheld this mysterious and "fathomless" void, I trimbled as my "heart" started to race, and it felt like my "hair" turned to wax. My lips were sealed forcing me to "silence".
In the middle of all the darkness and inconcievable reality, there stood a figure in the distance shining as the sun with a "green" object in its hand which to me was the greatest sign of something good in an environment of total evil. I felt yet alive with the knowledge that death, the secession of life, stood coldly knocking at the very core of my life's door. It seemed time no longer existed as I walked toward the figure so consumed by light. The closer I got to the holder of green, which indicated Go to me, I was emboldened as my great rescuer defied everything evil as if it was nothing. His very presence cursed the evil and sentenced it to die a forever death, never to harm humans again in any way.
030420PoSpCtest, Writing Prompt-Ten Words, Dear Heart. Theme, Death
*Fiction, 4P
My mirror tells the brutal truth,
a woeful tale of vanished youth
Where one eye squints and one eye shines
and broken dreams are long dark lines.
Emotionless and coldly callous
Honesty without spite or malice
Shamelessly silent yet telling all
Reflecting the writing on the wall.
An image appearing all too clear
Becomes too telling, too austere
Once colorful hues seen on display
Have now faded into a dismal gray
To know and see what is real and true
But then to sadly regret the view.
Telling myself it doesn't matter
Yet knowing, one is bound to shatter.
Sandra Weiss
Daniel Turner
Until the day
Darkness prevails on this storm battered shore
Threatening, the sight of the skies through the mist
Weather cast shadows embark to endure
Gathering close as a means to exist
Lo, now I wander with tears in my eyes
Saltwater weepings a’ flow ‘pon the sand
Thoughts filled with images linger my cries
Where has she gone, I cannot understand
An angel, I swear, sent by heaven’s sweet touch
Merely her scent or a wisp of her hair
Took this poor man deeply into her clutch
Eternal longings I cherished to share
When on that morning I woke all alone
Frantically calling her name to the sea
Nary a trace of her beauty now shone
Desperate, the waves crashing coldly on me
Heartbroken memories taunting my soul
Echoing dreams, since have long lost their way
Endless, the loneliness taking control
Sorrow grips tightly its gloom filled display
Lost midst the madness no longer to cease
Here I shall stumble, my knees on the ground
Take from me please, oh I beg thee release
Until the day my true love can be found
Good night Soupers
Have a great weekend
I stay situated
upon an antique
dusty leather chair
as the scent
of incense invokes snippets
of half-written pages
from my past...
thunder gently rolls
in from the yonder
while I dive deeper into the
ramshackle that was my life....
forty past midnight
hauntingly strikes
three times
on a cracked clock~
symbolic
I sense middle age
is coldly creeping in...
my home is
deafening still
only the occasional
sound of the hum
of the refrigerator
trauma-fueled dread
has kept me
internally isolated
yet I am not truly alone...
could I have
found inherent happiness
If I had soothed
beastly wounds
before they festered?
is there still time
to clear out this
dominating infection
and suture the lacerations
before my existence
turns to dust~
when my fate’s threads
are finally cut
and the last flicker
of light dies out
from my corporeality?
I want to know
that I tasted
euphoric ecstasy,
for we have no idea
What our afterlife’s
future holds. ..
I think it’s time for me
to ultimately
shake off these
stagnant bones
embrace trepidation
sink into
restorative shadow work,
let my walls finally crumble~
and move
into my tomorrows
with an
emotional tabula rasa.
I do not miss you when you're gone
My sleep, ever so serene, from dusk til dawn
When the bough of bond between us breaks
There's no part of my beating heart that aches
Whenever a soul mentions your name
I can assure you, it doesn't spark a flame
When you trail off like contrails in the sky
You're so far gone; invisible in my mind's eye
I swear, your goodbyes are never sad
And I never pine for you, not even a tad
Lonely moments and cold nights never seem long
I'm free, soaring with wings so sturdy and strong
Each time you depart, and hours fly; all is fine
Never mind this coldly indifferent heart of mine
It's made of steel and stone, and feels nothing
for you; nothing at all. But who am I kidding?
Last Letter to my Beloved Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Silent One (Winner: 1st Place)
Date written and posted: 12/09/2018
STANDARD CONTEST 145,ANY FORM,ANY THEME,UPTO A MAX OF 20 LINES
Sponsored by Brian Strand (Winner: 1st Place)
Date written and posted: 12/09/2018
When driving in Colorado or Nevada,
where twilight crimson rays on canyons burn,
into ancient layers of blood red strata -
on crooked roads, don't take the wrong turn.
They say, in these parts, a lonesome cowman's spirit
every evening returns
to this despairing place or somewhere near it,
just as the blazing sun adjourns.
For a century his heart was laden,
since his proposal was coldly spurned
by a cruel, but lovely maiden;
and since then his heart has yearned.
The canyon's winds can chill you to the core -
the doleful moan that will not learn,
but waits in vain, and hopelessly implores
an echo that will never return.
Dances with eagles in skinny oxygen
Silence is regal, time is an abstract
I humbly look up, at your majestic existence
So still, so cold, so proud, but so much like me…
So timid in the slap of the Northern winds
So in love with love
So much shaken by earthquakes of Human Nature grinning in colliding
plateaus with deep faults.
In the blind of darkness I only have your secret, inner warmth
Lava of our Souls perforates geological barriers,
Layer after layer of memories of past lives…remember?
Our underwater games, the Raising above our Black Sea level
The playful puffs of steaming magma cooling off dreams into Reality…
I see dances of eagles shooed by a deafening propeller
I float in a basket above you: I AM THE QUEEN OF THE WORLD !!!
…and I can fly in the eternity and beyond!!!
You remain smiling coldly , nostalgically still, endlessly Majestic
As I become smaller, and smaller, and smaller
In a minuscule Black Hole where mountains become Gods
As I turn into a still, cold, and proud abstract
in the Rotunda of my childhood Gardens back home…
for John's Contest
Ah, dear poet, each poem must not
necessarily in a contest be!
Annoying to read beauteous words.
And then.....suddenly...
At the bottom, stamped coldly,like
the bottom of a milk carton!
“Entered in Melanie Moo Cows,
Contest, How Green was My Valley”
This drives me mad, I go crying in
my dark alley!
For I imagine Shakespeare, bearded,
by candlelight,
Penning “Romeo and Juliet” and being
certain to fit all contest rules and fit
all lines to be totally right or..contest
uptight?
This is strictly my humorous opinion and
I did enter two.
But for me, being in contests, is a thing
I heartily eschew.
I do not want to be Number One nor
to place?
Poetry for me, I say, that this art will
never be comparable to a horse race!
To be a judge??I have no degree in
English literature!
Especially, in the classics!
But maybe, if I pretend, I will wake up
tomorrow, and have been given one in
the starry night’s magic!
(Couplet)
Just when I thought, I was alone and so lost,
You came to live inside my heart, and paid for me the greatest cost
Of all, and since then You never left my side no matter what I have done,
Or what in my life I've chosen to do.In my soul you shine like the sun.
You're the the most wonderful thing that happened to me.You make me whole.
Without You to guide me I would be now in an empty darkened hole,
Without You by my side, this life would be so worthless and very mean,
Without You, my world would be so cruel and empty and so coldly grim.
I know that there's nobody like Him in the whole world, you see
He touches my heart and my soul,everyday, in every conceivable way,
He's made everything for me so completely brand-new, you see,
His sweet love fills the emptiness of my sinful soul,He sets me free.
His love is the greatest therapeutic healer that every man should know,
And without His Love and Grace there wouldn't be, any love left to show.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2006
December,12,2014
Now he wants her back...
The same cad who called her
"Unattractive" and "overweight"
a moon or two ago,
and demanded
she shed a dozen or more pounds,
or else.
Before she could
do away with just one,
he coldly discarded her
like trash for a sexier lady.
Now he wants her back...
An ugly duckling then,
she has beautifully blossomed into
a sultry, glamorous woman now.
Guess who's back?
Yes, the same cad,
bothering her for the second chance
he never gave her;
the lady he left her for
has since moved on
to a better man.
Now he wants her back...
Ha! Too little, too late.