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In you, I see glimpse of Divine Entity, I worship the earth you walk on. I gaze upon the stars and see your beauty.
In you, I attain rest from my tiresome journey. I hear sacred verses in your spoken words, where I receive illumination from the darkness of my infinite void.
Interaction with you is meditation that brings me equanimity in turbulence of pain.
You resurrected the yearning of love that was once dead.
Your sense of humour is life -giving tropical rainfall to my desert mind.
I gave you unwavering devotion in the image of transparency and offered openness through creativity. I bared my naked soul without integrity.
In return, I deserve the magic of love but I have lost faith, it's an unobtainable phenomenon for me.
Form:
I can feel this vast space around me and everything is open, empty and free, the clutter around me has gone away and the burden that used to press me down is nowhere to be found, it must have boarded the mid-night train and will never come back here again. The air is clear and the moisture came back in the atmosphere. The plants are enjoying the freedom too, they are putting on new buds and wearing new shoe, even though it is not spring, they are standing together an inch apart because photosynthesis doesn’t happen in the dark; it converts the energy from the sun and load my system with chemical energy and today I am very happy . I have found a brand-new space to meditate and the intimidators are running all over the place ,they will never enter this space again, they have to look for another friend. I am floating in the space and I can breathe fresh air, I can stretch my hands above my head and fold my body in two and roll it along the edge, come and join me in this open space and lets draw and paint all day; the magic is in the paint brush and the idea will give birth with a musical touch, you can hear the jazz in the street and if you listen carefully it is rumbling with my heart beat, it feels good to walk in an open space when no one is around and you can think straight; gravity is all around me and this solid emblem has sets my spirit free. Look around and tell me what you see ?the universe is searching for me, they have taken everything from me but this space is for me, my imagination and creativity are at work and I can create a master piece out of the dry earth If you search hard enough you will find me.
Although we’ve never met
I feel like I know you
I’ve never seen your face
Yet I find myself drawn to you
My heart beats a little faster
When I read your creativity
The beautiful eloquence of your songs
Wipes all my gloomy clouds away
Your words are like a melody
Making my soul want to dance
I wonder what would happen
If we ever actually met
Would the magic still be there
Or would the spell be broken
I long to be able to smile and laugh
As we twirl together on the dance floor
I’m whisked away to a serene place
Where my soul is finally free
We dance and and laugh under the stars
Feeling at peace in your arms
The alarm clock startles me awake
Breaking my dream of you
I reluctantly open my eyes
Sighing deeply as I start my day
I return to being a shy wallflower
While I go through my daily routine
Looking forward to when the sun goes down
So I can see you in my dreams
A mother is she who can take the place of all others but whose place no one else can take. Gaspard Mermillod
When I was a baby, you sang me to sleep
Mom, do you recall when we lived in our town?
White and blue lights covered the road steep
Riding through busy paths with your hair down.
How can I serve you with my whole love and soul?
Even years after our final talk, you're still whole
A thorny hedgerow has grown between us
We've even lost the aptitude to rekindle, thus.
I realize you're toiling away to improve our lot in life
I catch you attempting to offer us all a carving knife
Even if it costs you, you can bestow what we need
You never received it, and you made my heart bleed.
When the holidays come, I witness you crying
Forever, a sorrowful song of living and dying
under the shade of a tree in the garden
Is the exposed ground, the wet skies harden?
I realize how firm it was to raise us on your own
You didn't have time for yourself and never alone
Always frying or ironing other children's clothes
And often sweeping up dirt or colds from a nose.
Everything you do reveals your affection
You say you love me, and I feel that connection
I have no doubt that what you're saying is true
I also love you, Mother, even if I rarely tell you.
Mother, you're pure water with white wings that fly
Mother, your voice sings chorally in the ears of the sky
Mother, you're the vital vow and the softest wind
Mother, you're the highest, finest, and kindest mind.
Mother, you're hope, faith, support, and a clear sky
Mother, you're a deep blue sea with an eternal supply
Mother, you inspire creativity in lyrical poetry
Mother, you're a bright hue, an endless love tree.
1st place contest winner
Written: April 17, 2023
Letter To My Mother Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Anoucheka Gangabissoon
I love building Lego with Timothy,
here's bricks for you and some for me.
We will play together so happily,
here's bricks for you and some for me.
We once tried to create a little mouse
on the dining table round at my house,
but it looked more like a grey woodlouse
on the dining table round at my house.
Lego always triggers our creativity,
we have such fun as you can see.
Tim let's try to build a bumble bee,
we have such fun as you can see.
Pa works in the Lego store warehouse,
he brings us new kits, we never grouse.
Ma says, "There's too much Lego in our house"
he brings us new kits, we never grouse.
BLESSING OR CURSE
In one sense, it’s a new start to creativity
Like poets having read many others’ work
It’s research and access to all that’s online
Yet could any one of them say it was mine
Making connections where few might lurk
Does this presage a new kind of proclivity
It’s as much about bulk data as intelligence
For sure, it’s more than joining up the dots
There’s benefit to be gained as well as ills
But the marketplace will demand new skills
With many careers advisors tied up in knots
But I am sure A.I can offer a good defence
It generates much more than words and art
And will be the harbinger of much fake news
Copying voices, with mocked up images too
Well-honed speeches will soon be tricking you
Yet claims that it’s not here yet, is just a ruse
Mankind has to prepare for a brand new start
I never got to meet her, but she left me with inspiration.
Perhaps I will never meet her, but I was impressed.
Inspired enough to give her a face, a poetic place.
Impressed, because I felt the presence of creativity.
She was both open and honest, and clear as crystal.
Her name was Crystal as indicated on the note she left.
Of her sense of taste and value system, there was no doubt.
I quickly learned from her brief note what she was really all about.
She was about renewal and renovation; restoration and resurrection.
She took an old rusty tool box, and gave it a new life and fresh luster.
Having never seen or met her, we were introduced by an 8-worded note.
Life is indeed many a splendid thing, filled with beautiful people and poetry.
On my car's windshield, her note said, "I am indebted to you for $20". Crystal. No, Crystal, it is I, forever indebted to you, for this poem given
birth by you.
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Your uniform is like unto a sonnet
And you, a poem dressed in vest and skirt.
How peaceful are the eyes that rest upon it
Creative spirit framed in pressed white shirt.
As birds that soar the heights on freedom's wing
Require sturdy skeletons for strength,
The poet, though confined, writes words that sing,
Conformed to proper meter, rhyme, and length.
What landscapes and still lifes the poet paints
Rich words that cause her readers to rejoice,
And all within the sonnet's strict constraints -
She reaches deep within and finds her voice.
Small freedoms may be sacrificed by you,
But still your creativity shines through.
Author's Note - written for my daughter on her first day of high school where school uniforms were mandatory, causing no small amount of chafing in her creative spirit!
A Line From The Chorus
By; Secco Bel Canto
and Obbligato Cadenza
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Euphoria to long-term commitment and partnership
Most people want to be liked and viewed positively
by others:self-sacrifice can lead to resentment and
an unhealthy dependence on other people.
. Some people want to be liked so badly
that they will sacrifice their wishes and desires to
prioritize fulfilling other’s desires.
Excessive People pleasing tendencies
Falsetto, she misuses the word to get him to
reconsider his position. Falsetto should mean
false freind. But the facts in his performance
gave light to there situation." What about me" he said.
Her response was, "what about you the priority is with us
and you acting all selfish!"
Stressing the need to please one's self is healthy and
wise. It stems from not wanting or wishing to be exploited.
A slow erosion of boundaries he told her you get what you
want at my expense. She then comforted him, and told him
she loved him and cared for him
what she needed she would make up for it
with her cooking dinner and dessert she just needed a little
more attention then usual and she'd be glad to "square the deal".
She wanted to employ the Eigenharp into there sound: it was
an investment into there future she thought
he saw it diffferently. He had longed for a relationship with her
so she say's: he said there partnership had been in phases.
Three phases, Phase 1 I meet her and feeling love with her.
Phase 2 we talked and she became my friend.
Phase 3, she wished me to remain her friend, when she
noticed I had began to lose
interest in furthering something one sided. Her talents
made up for our short-comings.
And she had entertained many men while they were partnered.
So had he: she lacked confidence in him as a potential lover
but found him to be a precious friend.
Human creativity and the primal need for self expression.
Dal segno he quickly interjected some sanity to your passionate
vehementive want. You can have it, he said it shall be incorparated into
our sound we will reajust to accomidate your inotion.
A world of people wantng and waiting have to be our concentration.
Direct your gaze upon the success of the project. "Applaud that you have conveinced me!"
Some say that some gains are not worth the risk,
and that their pursuit causes far too much pain.
They say that some things are better left the same.
They say that if it's not broken, don't fix it or make a change.
Sameness is boring and robs us of creativity.
In a quest demanding liquids not to stay,
ROOF-TOPS of buildings were mostly SLANTED.
Rain, sleet, snow, and ice had to fall to the ground.
Moreover, the interiors of facilities are not fond of sameness.
Living Rooms now have a twin sister known as THE GREAT ROOM.
The elevation, more windows, and OPEN CEILINGS let the sunshine in.
FLATNESS is out, recessed ceilings are in, and the changes look terrific.
There was a time when car makers were far more concerned with mobility.
Energy was cheap and combustion engines had no concern about the wind.
Aerodynamics were yet to be utilized in land travel, and the CARS were BOXY.
OVAL corners and slightly CURBED bodies in vehicles became the SHAPE of things to come.
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