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Diamonds
As the night is creeping in
The clouds slowly make way
For what will steal away our gaze
A marvelous display!
The beauty of it stops your breath
You’ll be gaping with delight
When you see the feast up in the skies
Dazzling stars all shining bright
Count them, I dare you to try
When you’d think that you were done
You’ll be surprised each time again
To spot yet another one
There they are the big, the small
Their flickering is amazing
You won’t remember, not at all
How long you have been gazing
Like diamonds on a velvet cloth
Arranged with care it seems
’Cause each of them has ample space
So their splendor freely beams
It’s like they know they can’t be reached
As they fearlessly stay in place
It’s as if we stand behind the glass
Staring at treasures in a case
But even though they’re out of reach
Still they leave us all in awe
Ask anyone and they’ll testify
About the spectacle they saw.
Wendy Nipas
The light of the ruins.
In the light in the rains.
And the light of the heavens.
Say's, time to let go of the past.
To bring forth a new dawn.
Capturing your thoughts to break free.
To bring forth a new dawn.
With secret music, heard from above.
That which pierced the heart was but a word.
The clean breast was red- lipped with the sword.
As the fierce sword gave a kiss and did not cease.
They lie in an old city out by the stored shores.
With their eyes at rest gazing towards the light.
Keeping up their defensive wall, without matter.
Encircled by creeping words that did not care.
Numerous additions and moderation of blurred words.
Words full of contradictions fueled with the past life.
With walls impenetrable as they turned out the light.
8pm 7/ 7/ 2013
Sundial is a clock of time,
an eternal path of the sun;
have one in my garden for fun.
Is not the sort of clock to chime,
without the sun it is sleeping;
it needs sunshine to be creeping.
A light dance down and dance up climb,
have one in my garden- intense;
with words poetically immense.
With words that move me to pen rhyme,
oh, nothing in this life endures;
don't let yesterdays be your lures.
Oh, embrace all of time's sublime,
Browning wrote- grow along with me;
the best is yet to be- agree?
Sundial is a clock of time,
is not the sort of clock to chime;
a light dance down and dance up climb,
with words that move me to pen rhyme;
oh, embrace all of time's sublime.
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February 18, 2019
Poetry/Constanza/Rhyme/Ancient Clock
Copyright Protected, ID 19- 1116-006-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Constanza, is a form created by Connie Marcum-Wong
Longevity
What endures in this material world?
What escapes the creeping hand of rust
Motheaten, our memories unfurl
The beauty of the rose lost in rose dust.
Hard gemstones splinter beneath time’s pressure
Mold invades the gowns sown of silver
The artist’s paint crazes, past their endeavor
Even the sun burns towards it’s fiery end.
For such a time as this each day comes
Facing wrinkles of time, starlight’s frailty,
Under the wind whipped, battered, labarum
The withering heart knows one true reality.
Only love never rusts, never ages,
Eternal, the dancing soul on Heaven’s stage.
Flames engulfing all within their path
Ignorant of the damage they've created.
Renewing life, through destructive force
Emerging of the Ashes, life's new rebirth.
From Nature's fury, the force of fire's born.
Destruction's enforcer, survivors left to mourn.
Scorching all held within its warm embrace.
Cursed by many of victims, often left in disgrace.
So simply materializing, all needed is but a spark.
Its brilliant elegance, illuminating all that's dark.
Creeping in new directions, destination unknown.
Overtaking nearly all, only safe is that of stone
Its true intentions, often impossible to discern.
The only constant, another fire will soon burn.
I was working alone late one night,
When something occurred that gave me a fright.
Outside my window the moon shone bright,
And I saw something strange in the pale moonlight.
Out on the lawn in the shadows was lurking,
A figure, a shadow, furtively searching,
For a way to get in under cover of darkness,
And I stifled a scream, sought panic to harness.
The figure was tall, slender and lith,
And as it moved it seemed to drift,
Seeming to float as it moved place to place,
And a cold, clammy sweat ran down my face.
I rushed to make certain the windows and doors,
Were all locked and barred as I ran 'cross the floor.
I turned on the lights both inside and out,
And as I did I heard a great shout.
Please turn off the lights and let me come in.
I will not harm you I come as a friend.
I did not answer and ran to my room,
But the voice followed me, seeming to croon.
I wish not to harm or cause aggravation,
And I cannot enter without invitation.
Please come to the door and open to me,
And I'll give you a gift that will set you free.
Such power you'll have that you cannot dream.
I covered my ears and tried not to scream.
I felt myself weaken and prayed aloud,
Lord, let not my senses this demon becloud.
My prayer was answered, the demon was gone,
Th'out leaving a sign outside on the lawn.
The voice in my head just drifted away,
And did not return in the bright light of day.
I know that somewhere the vampire lies sleeping,
Waiting for night to come out a-creeping.
When the moon is high and the hour is late,
I'll sit by the door with my Cross and wait.
it was already dark outside
silence had totally ruined the night
only my lampshade in my room was at my side
trying to comfort me in all my sorrows and trembling fear inside
as soft tick-tocks of the clock were heard
my heartbeat increased its rate
I asked, “Are they reckoning that few time for him has already been left?”
I began to feel, I was already in abyss of despair
the phone had rung for the second time
my mom and aunt once again were at the other end of the line
thunder storms blasted followed by a torrent of rain
when they asked me to talk to my dad to finally say goodbye to him
I tried to talk to him but he could no longer answer me
despite the silence at the other end
I didn’t stop begging him
I cried and cried out so hard
as the darkest moment started creeping through my veins
until my aunt answered the phone in lieu of him
begging me back to let him go, so as to release him from all the pains
to say the word goodbye to my dearest dad
was the hardest thing to do in my whole life
it had totally broken my heart and seemed as if I was losing my mind
so, I kept crying out and begging him to fight
he’s miles away and I couldn’t just reach him out or to be right there on his
side
I knew he can hear me, so I kept reminding him
about what I’ve promised when I went back home
to spend a short time and took care of him
I’d promised that I’ll fly right back home after my work
to take care of him again and walk him out of the door
together we supposed to walk around our house with his arms on my
shoulders
my aunt begged me for the last time to finally free him
it was against my will but I decided to do what was best for him
when he was finally gone, I unconsciously screamed
alone in my room miles away from home, I was in deep pain
I felt like I was totally engulfed by the darkest of the night
I rolled my body on bed, crying out loud and hugging my pillows so tight
wishing someone had to put me into trance, so I closed my eyes
while in prayer, I imagined him waving goodbye
as he finally went up there through the brightest light
Feb. 23,2013
©2013by Leonora Galinta
Second Place
Contest: New Poem
Judged: 2/24/13
Poet Sponsor: Poet Linda/PD
I
The bell the Town Courier want to toll
To salute the day of reckoning in Getham City
Is now on the neck of the scary-witty cat her paws like dragon
Saints, Publicans looking on at each other nose
Of whose can prove his vigour to bell the cats?
Lo! Saw earth sweeping away into the abyss
Yes! Her treasures sunken into the ravine
Restlessness wind voicing its bewails
Cursing and mumuring for the evils enacted upon the City
II
The Armageddon Spirit has resurged once again to the City of pleasure
Seen I melted bodies, brokenness on the fields of refinement
Lo! Saw townsfolks running helter shelter for cover
Sought in vain for any place of rest
The phantoms re-awakening in its limberness
Saw I its thunderbolts, hiding away from fierceness of death
The head corn blown away its tarp, causing
Further dent to the fragile macrocosm of the sorry City
III
The people’s spoils being devoured by mass human-like robot caterpillars
In a twinkle of an eye, falls of death have reaped them
Saw I kings, Princes and noble men fell on their knees
Shrouded from calamities that befell them all
Their once happy life becomes bland within a whisker!
The happy faces have lost all mojos and blooms
Unable to elucidiate their misfortune that I my seen
That raging storms from the Eastern coast reaching the City
Epicenter escapade the knowledgeable, is sadistic viewing can’t I fathom
IV
Pale-looking creeping creatures with craggy-winged bodies
Swarmed towards the water shore for survival
Pugnacious in the lonely deep sea
Its rumbling re-awakes the deadly sea animals
Ready to pounced on wander souls, taken away
Their weary souls, waited too long for divination to placate
But lost in the labyrinth of the lonely deeply sea, the water gods
Unknown livid for the peril caused her during their rotten lives
V
So yet and black it’s the sky
Gazed I deeply into the black sky and yet-
The picture seen gave me deepened sorrow
Lonesome and silenced in the midst of
These rotten and malicious bones
Tears flows from the redden eyes
Saw I the once lively, attractive not fortnight ago
Has become a bestialized and plangent City
With fading strength and bleeding heart
Waiting patiently for the breath of life.
Las Animas
Light intones creeping darkness in unfinished overtures
Of fallen leaves scraping against a broken path
Like distant footsteps faintly heard in rising mists
Of incensed passages leading to a yard
In growing shadows where life reflects back to life
With dates that start and end in chiseled granite,
Stone angels keeping watch, upon this night of hallows,
Passing through a creaking door, silently closing in swirling fog,
To feel an outstretched palm hovering above the spine –
Skin rising up in prickly terror with sweating palms
As trembling hands brush at unseen cobwebs
Like brittle tendrils caressing red hot cheeks
Uncooled by moaning winds of twisted chaos -
Stumbling in a dance macabre of shades when two worlds collide
Until twelve bells releases fiery fingers of unheard screams
As las animas finds stars upon the other side of midnight.
9-24-19
R-aindrops don't remain,
A-s days aren't often sunny;
F-rom the time immemorial,
F-alling rain is too ordinary.
L-ife's woes and worries
E-ventually fade away:
E-ven the cold and black
N-ight turns into warm day.
J-ust when the rain falls
A-ll we see is the blue;
D-ay first November morn,
E-veryone knows it's true.
T-rials and tribulations
A-re only temporary;
M-oments of darkest hours
A-re things of the memory.
Y-es, storms are brewing, under the sun they melt;
O-ne thing is undeniable, rain and shine are felt.
L-oneliness and sorrow
A-re creeping deep inside;
D-espite their sad effect
E-ither won't be so wild.
R-apture and happiness shall replace the pain.
A-ll tears shall run dry, raindrops don't remain.