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(The World War Two Memorial, Washington DC)
As a young sergeant he stormed Normandy Beach in June of forty-four.
Now, the old soldier, confined to a wheelchair, thought a lot about the war.
He reminisced about those days and memories would mist his eye.
He often said to his son, "I want to see that Memorial before I die!"
He fought through France and was wounded in the Battle of the Bulge,
And earned the Silver Star but little about that heroic deed did he divulge.
He was honored to serve his nation and wore the uniform with pride.
His only concern was for the welfare of the comrades serving at his side.
Time was slipping away, his eyes grew dim, health issues took their toll.
But his love for Old Glory and those who gave their all raged within his soul.
"Oh, if you could see your way to take me to Washington!" he would often cry!
"Son, I've just got to see that World War Two Memorial before I die!"
That day came to pass and the old hero visited the Memorial with his son!
"Now, I can die in peace" saluting as Taps was played at the setting of the sun.
He met old vets whose gnarled hands once held the terrible weapons of war,
And each of them beckoned for peace that we shall know war no more!
He revisited the happy time he spent at the Memorial with his son so often.
Alas, just a few months later his beloved flag was draped o'er his coffin.
At the final calling of the roll, God placed upon his noble brow a crown,
Saying, "Soldier! You've served Me and My people with great renown!"
Don't you wish, you were,
Free
As to open your arms wide
Pretending they are angels' wings
And take off
From your confined space
To glide over lands and seas
To reach the top of the highest mountain
And to sit there
Still free
Bared and unguarded
To enjoy the sight of clouds
Clouds, trying to communicate with you
Through the images that they convey
And leave to you to decipher!
Don't you just wish, you could
Run and gambol around
On the mountainsides
As free as the deer
Relishing the pleasures of living simply
On grass and water
But being able to enjoy the time available to you
As much as you can
Why, taking the time to smell wild flowers
Laugh and play with peers
And take shelter in caves
When the need arises?
Why, I do wish I were that free
More, I do wish I were free to take
Back my human form
When I would want to
I do wish I could be that which I desire
When I desire
Sometimes gamboling over high mountains
Feeling like I rule the Earth
At other times, bathing in the clear waters of mountain ponds
Feeling like I am as mighty as sea mermaids
And at other times, being superhuman
As to be able to fly above clouds
To meet the guardians of our peaceful existence!
Why, sitting on my chair
And looking out through the window
At the mountain, hovering miles away
I wish, I just wish
I could act as freely as my mind
Wills me to!
For contest Mountains
Written on 9 August 2017
Newton's Laws of Motion
First Law (Inertia): An object at rest stays at rest, and an object in motion stays in motion unless acted upon by an external force.
Law of Thermodynamics
Second Law: Entropy, a measure of disorder, always increases in a closed system.
I yearn to taste pine and cinnamon,
dripping from the skyline, like sunsets amidst roaring rain,
and gloaming gold before surging storms.
I am a confined mermaid, aching to kiss the rose-wine beams of your dulcet dusk ~ peering through the glass of an aquamarine aquarium,
afraid to break this lethargic prison,
comfortably paralyzed in its familiar coldness.
But would a captive heart cradle anything
beyond the friction
that homes the weight of woes and nothingness?
For between the mass of caged dreams
and the air of resistance,
I find no force of hope to reignite
the waning spark within my soul.
And I ponder: would Luna’s compass
guide a procrastinating poet to rhyme,
pulled by the gravitational prompt,
like spring tides facing the parallel phase
of the sun and moon,
engrossed in a magnetic field of mutual adoration?
Or am I to forever breathe within this motionless existence,
drowning in an abyss of aimless waves,
adrift in the ricocheting rhythm
of stagnant steel
and salt-drenched equilibrium?
As thoughts spiral in cacophonous stillness,
like a marine carousel.
I am ~
a paused silhouette;
a museless slave to timeless angst~
watching the accelerated heat of unstoppable ink~
soar above my sea of silenced sapphires,
as I remain lost in the warmth of permafrost peace,
trapped in the numbness of nirvana.
Perhaps someday, the currents within
this aquatic confinement
will pierce through the icy enclosure ~
to steer me to an oasis
where freedom flows in bluest frequencies.
Author Dana Redricks
May 23, 2023
I am not my hair, nor my skin so fair, for my soul resides within, my beauty beyond compare. It's the essence of who I am, so pure and true, a spirit that shines bright like a radiant light.
Yes, someday my body shall fade away and decay, but my soul will live on, in its own special way. Where I go to spend eternity is up to me. Heaven is my home where I'm destined to spend eternity to dance with the stars, and soar with the wind, a boundless energy that will never rescind.
For my soul is eternal, it cannot be confined, to the earthly limitations, of our own human kind. So let us cherish our souls, and nurture them well, for they are the essence of us, beyond mortal shells.
Let us know in our hearts, that we are so much more, than just our mere exterior. We are destined for so much more that's what we are living for. For when our time comes, and our journey is done, our soul will blaze on, like a never-setting sun, our life here on earth is done, our eternal life will have just begun.
Author Dana Redricks
July 16, 2023
In a world longing for love’s embrace, where whispers and gestures fall from grace, the yearning hearts seek solace and care, to know, beyond words, that someone is there.
For in the realm where love takes flight, it blooms through actions, shining bright, not merely spoken, but shown with might, a language of love, graceful and light.
Words, they hold power, they capture the soul, but love demands more, a tale to unfold, embracing the senses in every degree, a symphony of love, rich and free.
For love is not bound by fleeting emotion, it’s deeper, truer, a boundless devotion, unconditional, it flows endlessly, through time and seasons, consistently.
Love’s canvas expands, never confined, it’s the touch that mends, and the gaze so kind, it’s in the glance, a silent caress, a gentle presence, love’s sweet address.
So let us remember, dear hearts that yearn, love is not solely the words we discern, but in actions, in what we display, in what we see, in love’s vibrant array.
Let us uplift, and let us inspire, with actions that fuel love’s eternal fire, for in the embrace of love’s tender domains, we find solace, and a love that remains.
Written: June 18, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Constance La France
Quote: "The lamps are different, but the Light is the same." By Rumi
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The shame I bear yearns to be set free,
Fantasies conceal what people must foresee.
A whirlwind of visualization—eerie, untamed,
Imagination dares where rules are disclaimed.
How I savor the reverie of zeal embrace,
A peculiar whimsy in a captivating place.
And I must admit, my mayhem is deep,
I roamed in a dream no one could leap.
I discuss virtue when the timing is right,
Hallucination sprouts in the depths of night.
Love and exhaustion long for glitter untamed,
I crave the superb, so easily maimed.
I remain anonymous to forestall disgrace,
My dignity is protected by historical lace.
But truths linger, and mine stands confined,
Ambition reveals the power of my mind.
Hearing apologies is beyond my reach,
Inwardly sustained as emotions beseech.
Each buried object holds a mystery tale,
A single sail has recognized its scale.
Inside a pocket, purse, or hand-
our lifelines, charged we're set to go.
The whole world's at our fingertips
to take us anywhere we wish.
Through texts and social media-
we interact with friends or guests
in every place around the world-
but, never plainly, eye-to-eye-
Only by word-to-word; the real
togetherness- a world away.
The sound of silence, ringing loud
but for the tapping of the keys.
Gods of technology spoiled us
with new existence on lit screens,
magnetically held steadfast
by magic, we can't live, without.
We wander in that world alone;
though side-by-side-together at
our parties, meetings- even worse-
besides that special one, we love.
Gods of technology trapped us
within this sound of silence; held,
locked up and mentally confined-
behind our shiny, flat smartphones.
She walks among books as if they are flowers –
Picking the dust from their parched leaves
like the busy bumblebee seeking for pollen.
Breathless – She caress the patchy pages
to feel their scent – her favored perfume,
and the texture of their numbered petals.
She hears the song – The Silence- with glee,
evading the moonlight in her daily course –
No bird sings in her hallowed garden.
No poets praise her unchanging beauty –
but all poems she takes to herself,
reigning lonely and terrible in her Helicon.
She is never lost but she never leaves –
Nor greets any visitor with her pale hello,
absently wandering near her chilly stroke.
The seedbed is sterile, yet she still rejoices –
Winter never leaves, Winter never arrives,
her flowers still colorful as they never were.
She dances – her feet barely touch the ground,
serene –never closing her eyes – not once,
her fortune clasped closely to her still chest.
As a confined moth wriggling her wings in a fray
- restless – she unfolds her arms and gazes
mirrors incapable to reflect her own pale face.
She walks among books as if they are flowers –
Flipping their pages without rest, without break,
in deadly splendor after every lonely midnight.
I dwell in desolation, damned in a fathomless abyss.
What sin have I committed to live a life such as this?
Without a window I cannot gaze upon stars above.
What hope is there for me to ever find the one I love?
Shall I never again feel the tenderness of his kiss?
Fear is an onerous anchor, dragging me further down.
I am filled with anguish knowing that I shall drown.
I scream aloud, but no wanderers respond to my voice.
For just a tiny glint of sunlight, I would gladly rejoice!
Am I to die here shrouded in this filthy tattered gown?
If loneliness is an ailment, I languish on my deathbed,
clamoring with hope to be heard by someone overhead.
Again, I shout, "What have I done to merit such an end?"
Silence, my answer from these depths I shall not ascend.
My life now tethered to the clemency of a fraying thread.
The pale silhouette of death hovers near me in the deep.
Its frigid fingers chill the marrow in my bones as I weep,
daring the courage to ask; Does my torturer live within?
Is it destiny or fate who strokes the strings of her violin
as a requiem for me in the shadows of this prison keep?
Doubt pervades my brooding senses in this muted space.
I know not why I've been confined in calamitous disgrace.
What price am I to pay, and how many nightmares more
before I am released and depart through freedom's door?
Am I never again to feel the passion of my lover's embrace?
An animal I shall become, a lone wolf howling in the night,
baying at a moon I cannot see, nor the glimmers of starlight.
If I shall not glean sunrise and feel its warmth tomorrow,
then a kneeler I shall be, begging an angel if I may borrow
her wings to liberate me from this dismal dungeon's plight.
October 28, 2022 ~ 2022 Marathon Mile 18 Contest
Sponsored by Mark Toney
December 6, 2021
"A Shout Into The Void" Contest
Sponsored by Edward Ibeh
What is this strange place we find ourself in
Vast space, linear time, therein confined
Trapped in the open, we are free within
Bemused by illusions, consciousness blind
Weary we are now, going through life’s grind
Something’s not right here, something is amiss
Clear truth’s been shared with us, by sages kind
God alone is, nothing else is, know this
Scriptures speak of love, as also of sin
But are we not in bondage, trapped in mind
Cave of heart is open, let’s go therein
With love and light, choosing to be aligned
Exiting narrowness and thoughts unkind
Cravings of ego, bottomless abyss
Who we really are, let’s here now find
God alone is, nothing else is, know this
Dwelling in silence, shutting off thought din
We leave erst fears and desires far behind
Feeling then joy currents, tingle our skin
Soma nectar flows, through pathways assigned
Layer by layer, consciousness refined
Hearts joy throbs heighten, transmuting to bliss
Ego dies, we become divine entwined
God alone is, nothing else is, know this
We stand erect, soul with spirit streamlined
Gripped in bliss of a never ending kiss
We know we’re He, who we sought out to find
God alone is, nothing else is, know this
04-February-2022