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(Somewhere off the highway of the mind)
Dr. Incubator takes his chances in a trance
A transcendental state of NJ is where he lives
Each time he goes a little deeper into sleep
The heart rate slows but never stops complete
Speed limits never bother him while driving
90 miles per hour and rising on the highway
One sunny after afternoon in late October
Around the stroke of Halloween or later
While driving through the traffic signals blindly
Wind blowing in his scientific terrific hair
He takes a nap while cruising through his mind
A neighborhood that has no streets or signs
The tombstone epitaph would read like this
Here lies the master of deep sleep at rest
A man with fancy cars and perfect hair
Taking sharp curves while traveling fast
Lost in New Jersey in a transcendental state
Now six feet under in a simple wooden box
When all he wanted was a nap
Or at least a decent map
Poetry Contest sponsored by: Brian Strand
Posted and entered on: 10/12/2018
OCTOBER no2 2018,ANY FORM,ANY THEME,UPTO A MAX OF 20 lines Poetry
The lair
I had a secret treasure I had buried in my soul
Buried in an empty void when I was young , strong and almost whole.
I was proud to have a treasure as I kept it from my peers.
A hint I'd give them now and then for years and years and years
.
It seemed good cause to lift my head and as long as it was there
Their protest didn't matter . I just didn't care.
I had advantage over all who didn't know that it was there
There were times I needed it but it was in a dragons lair.
The dragon blew its' flames at me each time I thought to spend it.
If someone came too close to it the dragon would defend it.
As ages took my strength from me I finally realized
I couldn't use the treasure for the dragon grew in size.
Feeding on my treasure he consumed it day by day
the dragon fed on love you see and defended it with flames.
The Dragons name was Grudges as you may have figured out by now.
IF YOU HAVE A TREASURE CHEST of LOVE
THEN CAST SMALL GRUDGES OUT
By L. Dale McKee
What decade is this if not 2020 at the start
In vision and vicissitude to you and future
Decadent in every way is in decline
A rocking chair or recliner define me
I must love you but only 10 years at a time
Because I get lost beyond that point
Since I only have 10 digits to count on
And they get lost when math becomes involved
Goes beyond my fingers which are always sticky
From finger licking chicken eaten on the side
Deplorables welcome me into their ranks
If I could be more sullied I would be delicious
Or is it delirious or something from the past
Odious becomes me because odious is best
And that is not a question
It is 2020 at least for 12 months or more
But who is keeping score
Certainly not me because as I stated
That thing about the fingers keeps me in my place
Decadent is not a state of mind or something pleasant
It is a decade with many days inside
One day I will have to leave them all behind
If I hold up two hands I'll let you decide
But not just right now because
I have at least 10 years to get beyond
On a hot and windless night
I lay in bed quietly with a bit sad
Looking back on the journey
A shadow appears bashfully on the catwalk
As shy as debtors for a grace time hide
I feel odd suddenly about that
It happens for no known reason
...
Or like a criminal carries a shackle
Escorting a soul of exile
The self-torture of
Suffocating in the dust
Being stirred up by passers...
Fairly, it represents nothing
In a world shared less or more
If equalizing goodwill with goodwill
And evil with evil...
Say it loudly, I'm truly worthy of
Standing between earth and heaven
And facing by person to person...
Not much time will be left
For flying Spiritual whiskers in the wind
And singing virtually among the mountains ...
May 12 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on Job 16-19
Key Verse – Job 16:20 My friends scorn me: but mine eye poureth out tears unto God.
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY TEAR WIPER
Lord God, You are my tear Wiper,
opening my eyes to behold Your glory
Thank You for orchestrating my will by Your strengthening victory
Surely offering to me assuaging refuge when I am weary
Likewise ordering me to rise up righteously, overcoming sins’ fury.
Lord God, You are my tear Wiper,
preparing my mouth to praise You unceasingly
Thank You for protecting my reins from self-pity continually
Surely purifying me against defiling foulness daily
Likewise purging me of my transgressions by Your blood powerfully.
Lord God, You are my tear Wiper,
quickening my commitment of genuine spirituality
Thank You for quelling my confusion by Your truth’s verity
Surely questioning me of my hypocrisy and checking my uncertainty
Likewise quieting me with Your purposes’ hope-filled bounty.
Lord God, You are my tear Wiper,
reviving my life by Your Word’s conviction-constancy
Thank You for removing my iniquities’ dross through Your holiness’ persistency
Surely refreshing me along Your counsel that reveals Your mercy
Likewise reinforcing me for discipleship’s fervency.
Lord God, You are my tear Wiper,
straightening my character midst trials so many
Thank You for scattering my light’s radiance by Your bright testimony
Surely showering me with Your blessings, whether stormy or rainy
Likewise safeguarding me against paths that are rocky and stony.
Lord God, You are my tear Wiper,
training my faith to withstand tests of philosophy
Thank You for teaching my mind Your wisdom not craving for earthly trophy
Surely touching me with Your forgiveness-care against sinful atrophy
Likewise tasking me as Your servant to declare Your biblical biography.
Lord God, You are my tear Wiper,
uniting my heart to Yours so I can be divinely healthy
Thank You for using my devotion toward You for me to be eternally wealthy
Surely urging me to depart from wickedness that can make me filthy
Likewise upholding me so I can fellowship with You, though I’m not worthy.
May 12, 2023
"when thoughts cease to flow ~ where does ego go "
quote by _ Unseeking Seeker
I am just a droplet bubble in time,
unique selfdom and ego my life pride;
born of snow in Canada's wintertime,
in my soul snowflakes will always abide.
Writing poems is my Ego's pastime,
penning of confusion and illusion;
figments of my imagination flow,
fearing when my words will cease forever !
Have always had a connection with snow,
my ego writes of love for the forest;
when I cease- this is where my soul will go,
for the forest was a place I cherished.
I will be snowflakes that cascade and blow,
my ego will dwell as a delusion;
in summer I may be flowers that grow,
my thoughts may cease but my spirit never !
I am honored with the ego of "I",
often I am lost in contemplation;
for I have been blessed to let my thoughts fly,
accept that the end comes to creation.
It may be old age or the day I die,
but I will come in snowflake profusion,
remember me not with sad grief and woe;
see the I and me who will be ever !
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May 09, 2022
Poetry/Rhyme/When Thoughts Cease
Copyright Protected, ID 05-1454-605-09
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Bubble of Illusion
sponsor, Unseeking Seeker, Judged 05/20/2022
First Place
Deeper and deeper, my mind goes cold, like a disease, it spreads to my heart, now stone-cold.
Deeper and deeper, my demons rub their hands, belittling me while despairs settles in.
Deeper and deeper, I sink into the chill, feeling old, as my soul is wrapped in despair, cold from misery, encased in stillness.
As they say, a cold mind breeds a cold heart- my blood now frozen, solid as stone, chilled by fear, numbed by careless despair, cold from my anxiety.
Anxiety does jumping jacks within me, keeping me frozen, paralysed by dread, seeping into the crevices of my mind,
Cold mind, cold heart.
'Breaking the Trauma Bond'
Do you still like me?
Let me count the ways.
The tired old familiar abuse,
The ugly scowl,
The “get outta here’s!”
“Don’t give me that kind of sh..t!!”
Vile venom heaped upon an unwary lover.
I’ve been sucker punched, again.
Fallen for the antics of yet another
Unwilling, unable, unstable, and uncommitted to anything
Other than his own pain and confusion.
Oh, good!
Someone NEW to hate!
I know what comes next.
The gifts I have given
Treasures I’ve shared,
Regard, respect, admiration, adoration and affection
Willingly offered
And received,
Crudely discarded.
Run through the disposal
Put out with the garbage
Neatly packed and
Hauled off to storage.
Archived with
All the other
Past violations,
Slanders and
Cruel rebuffs.
My body is crushed.
My spine is mangled.
My nerves are seared.
“I don’t NEED any more PAIN!”
I wail
Mentally shuffling through
Well-worn files of
Past encounters.
Rage rises,
The Ogre is demonized.
Humiliated and dis-graced
Tears fall from fresh wounds.
I take refuge
In dreams resplendent
Of laughter, pleasure
Joy and enjoyment
Where wishes of the wisher are fulfilled,
Where food and delight are found.
Fueling fond fantasies of nobility of character,
Decency and courage
An Equal.
Bitter tears cease,
Fury finally fades.
And yet curiously,
The guilt remains.
I choke on the olive branch of forgiveness,
Again.
Spring comes, cool breeze flow
conveying the message of peace
with a pleasant and perfumed blow.
Flowers blossom with redolent fumes.
Butterflies worried for their marriage
inviting friends,with paused tune.
Linda, Sandra dress up nice,
Jean, James come with smile,
Andrea, Anne please come in time,
Devnath, don't forget your camera mobile.
Let us rush to Laila Garden, to enjoy
the decoration arranged by spring
the fragrance, main dish of party
served by pleasant wind.
Come with me to bless the couples.
Flowers are brides, butterflies are grooms.
Grass hoppers are there
to welcome us, with melodious tune.
As a beautiful tent, trees stand strong
wearing emerald crown.
To ensure our comfort, earth covered it's surface
with carpet of grass, mild golden green.
I know, you all came with gift
to show your stardom.
Don't worry, I am here
please handed it over to me
without any confusion.
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Written on 29th April, 2016
My Life
Written: by Tom Wright
February 2015
The life I’ve had has been spacious,
And having lived it, I decline to be a carper.
I’m from detached family who seldom relates
But does that mean we don’t care?
I’ve endured the heat, and winters cold,
I’ve felt life’s pleasures, and often, its pain.
For the earlier part I floundered in confusion,
A spirit active, but to a misfit tune;
I staggered blindly, as if with sleep filled eyes,
And my life, was a canvas stained by untruth,
Until Jesus, touched my adolescent heart;
And God’s spirit moved across my years.
God purged me of all previous vexations,
Showing me, that beyond my dull and ordinary,
Picturesque dreams lay beyond this life.
No longer we’re my dues for life delinquent,
Jesus had paid them at the cross.