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When the mind is barren
Heart is broken
Stray thoughts creep in
Reason disappears
Real is unknown
Known is not the truth
Perception is illusion
A leap of lack and flaw
Shore is not the end
It springs perpetuity
Beginning becoming end
The search getting futile
Beyond full and empty
Near and far
Lies the world of
Countess shores
You have graduated the angel was told.
You get to help guide an earth child until she is old.
The angel was delighted and began to dance around.
You have to creep in God said, do not make a sound.
The angel’s baby was delightful in every way.
She recognized her spirit guide and wanted to play.
The monitor of the child’s room showed her orb’s glow.
Her mommy came running yelling “no! no! no!”
The angel was cautioned to turn off her light.
She had to keep her orb self out of sight.
She guarded the baby until the baby joined her in heaven.
Fortunately, by then the baby was a ripe ninety-seven.
A New Day’s Climb
Kevin Davis 2023
I woke up ready—
new day, new shot—
but the noise?
The noise wouldn’t stop.
Telling me, reach higher,
go farther,
be more.
Man…
I just wanted a new car.
But I reached anyway.
Not for the shine—
for the chance.
For something better
than just getting by
on circumstance.
Promotion on the table—
I took it.
Didn’t flinch.
Even when the weight of it
sat heavy on my chest
like a clinch I couldn’t slip.
More pressure.
More problems.
More eyes watching what I do.
But also—
more proof
of what I already knew.
I’m built for it.
New doors opened—
not quietly.
They swung wide
with responsibility.
And yeah—
challenges came.
Of course they did.
But I met them—
head-on.
No backing up.
No “maybe later.”
No “I’ll get to it.”
Just done.
And when the day got long—
when doubt tried to creep in—
Home was there.
Steady.
Unshaken.
My wife—
my reason
to keep going
when the climb feels endless.
We don’t fold.
We don’t quit.
We rise.
Together.
Every step forward
a reminder—
I didn’t come this far
to stay where I’ve been.
That fire?
Still there.
Still burning.
And now I see it—
clear as ever—
This isn’t just about success.
It’s about growth.
It’s about purpose.
It’s about building a life
where happiness
walks right beside the grind.
And this time—
I’m not chasing it.
I’m living it.
As in crystal methamphetamine, the mind becomes cold.
Anxiety, paranoia, and schizophrenia
Creep in, like snakes and deathstalker scorpions, uncontrolled
Are bones, veins, flesh, and blood affected by asthenia?
The body begs for calm composure; the moody mind mulls.
Midst fires of optimism, the ice of pessimism melts.
Restlessness and rebelliousness resemble spineless skulls
Vandalism of vindictiveness vitiates vague vents
The feeling of freedom to fly and fervently flutter
Fill and flow flawlessly, like fine floral fluorescence.
Mild melodies of memories musically mutter
Constant conscious conscience has come to be the quintessence.
When the ice of hateful, heinous, hideous hurdles heaps
May passions of compassion flare from the depths of the deeps!
In the silence of shadows over the lea,
where daisies journey unhindered all around,
is buried a sweetheart that dearly loved me,
stop by me in contemplation, make no sound!
Who can ever bring back loved ones who are gone?
what gesture or move can turn back marching time?
happiness, laughter and all the cheer when born,
are now replaced by rings of sepulchral chime.
I stay on and on till long shadows creep in,
what place is good for me when my heart is here?
hopes have dried out and my life’s purpose is thin,
I live on lost thoughts and some dreams that bring cheer!
Sleep, dear love, sleep on peacefully for ever,
let not my sorrow hold you to this domain,
sweetheart, we shall meet under heaven’s bower,
I shall ride times chariot, love to regain!
Death is reality of each life there is,
every bright candle meets darkness in the end,
beyond the mourning there is promise of bliss,
to loved ones in God’s heaven, our prayers we send.
Placed 8th in :
A Brian Strand Premiere no. 1217
Poerty Contest
A Little Child of the Night (Revisited 21 June 2023)
A
little
child,
joyful and
smiling above
in the nightly sky, Keen to please the beholder`s eyes
and beckoning her to tenderly take him In her
arms and fondle with him, Shower pure
motherly love and lull him to rest
Close by her maternal breast
until the radiant light of the
coming day Will without
woe veil his lesser light
away. When * night will
stealthily creep in,
up high he will
smile anew.
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they say if you love someone, let them go, uh no,
if you agree to let them go then what do you know
If I truly love them, then why wouldn't I do anything to keep them
why would love mean letting silence creep in
Isn’t true love supposed to be undying?
not bending to distance, not quietly denying
is it really love if i’m not trying
everything in my power to make them stay?
to bend, to bend again, but never break away
hands don’t have to squeeze,
to stop a pulse from slipping ease
care can be quiet, steady,
a root that digs deep, ready
What I’m trying to say is i’d fight every single day
cause if you truly love someone
love doesn’t choose silence, it chooses to stay
letting them go ain’t love, it’s giving in
letting go doesn’t always mean courage
sometimes it’s a shadow dressed in disguise
love can inhale and exhale,
fill a room without a cage or jail
and if someone walks away,
it’s not because love broke,
it’s because love was never meant
to vanish like smoke,
to prove it could hold or soak
love can be soft, firm, alive,
steady and awake, ready to thrive
and if someone stays,
it’s not because hands tightened,
it’s because hearts knew the ways
to remain, to bloom,
to keep the fire brightened
He Certainly Ain't No Cat
I am a carnivorous feline, red in tooth and claw,
I climb in through the windows and I creep in through the door
And hide in secret places where I can sleep all day.
My owner ain't no secret, he's far too big for that,
He may be a cat lover but he certainly ain't no cat.
I know how to be patient and sneak up on my prey.
One day I snuck up on my owner and hid behind his back
And when he couldn't find me, he hadn't thought of that.
Now he says he wants a dog; well, we shall see about that,
He may be a doggy lover but he certainly ain't no cat
21/4/2016
Forked lightning so blinding,
the night is made into day,
deep thunder, earth quaking,
after a moment’s delay.
Smoke-like clouds of the heavens
creep in to make shade.
The canopy of darkness
fills the sky into which they fade.
Come again the roar of thunder,
come hear wind’s fierce sigh.
Flash there! The crack of lightning!
So angels may cry.
Rain splattering broken
to meet with the Earth,
the first drops have awoken
a tempest’s new birth.
Why cry, all you angels
and bellow all you gods?
Slam fists, clapping thunder,
set winds with a nod.
Dry tears with the sunlight,
break through misty clouds,
and smile with a rainbow,
for to nature bows.
October rides upon the wind
mixed between the leaves and rains
with every color in its seasonal spin
to fall and blow before winter gains.
Mixed between the leaves and rains
a forest distant on the farest horizon
to fall and blow before the winter gains
revealing the palette of nature's dying, rising.
As the flowers and the summer roses die in mid air
revealing the palette of nature's crying,
crunch the leaves and walk the fields laid bare
autumn falls as every season does, yet still surviving.
November and December creep in with chilly flair
but the seasonal change fits just like gloves,
chilled by breeze and clouded chains unspared
as seasons come and go, labors of God's love.