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The ocean beast leaps forward,
Then slinks back, lying in wait.
It tosses its billowy mane, and,
With a snarl, springs up and pounces
On the slippery black rocks of the jetty,
Frothing at the mouth and
Pawing at the slick wet stones,
Sending a shower of salty spray
And spume foaming over the seawall,
Drenching the cars creeping by
And the slicker-clad pedestrians.
The sea, raging in its fury,
Reaches me in that secret place
Where anger and frustration dwell.
I stand on the shifting sand,
Wave my fist and shout into the wind,
And the untamed wildness shakes out
My carefully tended hurts and slights
And tears open scarcely mended wounds,
Washing them clean with antiseptic
Sea and salt and sound and sight.
Tomorrow my wayward thoughts,
Just like the beach, will be swept clean.
The sea no more an angry beast!
A newborn day will find the bitterness
Dissolved in early mists of morn,
And my spirit once more lightened,
Free from petty gripes and fears!
The sea will sparkle in the rising sun
That glitters, dancing, on the waves.
And, deep within, there will be peace.
From the beginning, I came with my fists held tight
When I exited my mother's womb, I screamed and readied myself for a fierce fight
A fight I didn't understand at the time...
Way before the development of my prefrontal cortex and mind
But something peculiar sat in my spirit...
Coyly poking and nudging me to be intuit
And into it I was
But over time I started to lose my buzz
As I grew, no longer was I mirthfully floatin' and stingin'
Still, I was in the ring, and the fight they kept bringin'...
Fighting for a seat at the table___
After I was released from Dad's steel hands and Mama's nurturing ladle
Fighting for my voice to be heard in a world with stuffed ears
Fighting, just fighting to abolish my creeping fears
Fighting for my sweet, sweet dreams...
With my clenched hands, I still hold them, but so far away they seem
Fighting, fighting to experience peace and joy in the golden light
But soon--oh, too soon-- the fists become less tight
O Moon of My Memory
O new moon of my day-time sky
Reflection of earthshine
Craters and mountains
Vague images floating
Reminding of days gone by
O waxing moon of my memory
Graceful and slender
Teasing and flirting
Uncertain faces
Shadows are being
Pushed slowly away
O gibbous moon of my memory
Gathering sunlight
Expanding horizons
Details exposed
Features revealed
Images clearing
O full moon of my memory
Shining so brightly
Glorious detail
Craters and mountains
Laser precision
Easy recall
O gibbous moon of my memory
Sliver of ebony
Creeping across
Freezing my heart
Pulse pounding
In a cloak of obscurity
O waning moon of my memory
Darkness descending
… enveloping
Shielding my view
Concealing my life
O new moon of my day-time sky
Twinkling of star light
Alone in the void
Dimmed to my sight
O great moon of my memory
Paschal moon of my soul
Orange orb of the harvest
Blue moon of my life
O fickle moon of my memory
Return to me once more
Before I bid my final
farewell
I am the taker of your sanity.
Have I lost my humanity?
What I see before me can’t be true.
Nikki, I see the wrong version of you.
So obsessed with you I was for years.
But now my eyes feel flooded with tears.
The wish I made I know now was ungodly.
I only wanted though for you to love me.
That “One Willow Branch’ I had to break,
but I’ve turned you into someone who is fake.
Logic and compassion, Nikki, you now lack.
How I wish my wish I could take back.
As if in a trance you smile and come creeping,
and I think you even watch me as I’m sleeping.
We’re playing now a game of cat and mouse.
You even tried to trap me in my own house.
My need to possess you turned you jealous and insane.
The real you, Nikki, is shrieking in my brain.
To set you free, I must kill myself although
I’ll leave you in a mess! Oh why
did I ever break that “One Wish Willow.”
Unquenching thirst in scorching sands
With doleful steps as if once banned,
From mother home, lost paradise
While wandering wayward days and nights.
As scorpions sting and vipers’ hiss
With broken bones and loneliness,
Filled with weeping, creeping, seeking
More, crawling ‘long the desert floor.
While raining rockets fill the skies
Smoke and ashes blind the eyes,
Hoping all the hellishness will end
Praying silently to ascend.
As dreams no longer ease the mind
And all the saints you once thought kind,
Have left you here to drift, bereft
A solitary soul, misfit.
In search of that lost pot of gold
The one they say is Mighty old,
And glistens with the light of love
Ubiquitous mystery, soaring dove.
Still stumbling, tumbling, moving on
Faith shattered, battered, nearly gone,
Yet mercifully a dimly lit discerning,
Incessant, quiescent,
Great yearning.
© Terrell Martin, 02/10/2025
Blissful, stunning, BEAUTIFUL is my dream- where I am lost in a green
rainforest, d r i p p i n g , and lush. Sultry with mist and haze, and
echoing is a tiger's roar hidden. For a moment it silences the BIRDS
and then, they resume their rambling beautiful s o n g
tenfold. A purple butterfly drifts by and I push aside wet magnificent leaves
hypnotised by the amazing foliage. I see that on my arm are many vines
twining. In the BREATHLESS hush, my long t a n g l e d hair is billowing
as I travel on s e a r c h i n g in my wondrous steamy journey
knowing, that the rainforest's curious creatures are watching me, oh
incredible is a BLUE hissing snake and an amazing little orange frog
nourishing itself on a w e t ravaged leave. My mind is alive with thoughts,
glorious and astounding. Words are creeping with rapture, to my dripping pen.
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March 10, 2016
Submitted to the contest,
Second Place Only Contest III,
sponsor, Laura Loo
First Place
For the contest, Breathtaking,
sponsor, John Hamilton
(Judged March 12, 2016)
Second Place
CITADEL AND CONSTELLATIONS
The green leaves in rugged moans;
The tall bushes in rumbling groans;
The roofs train creaks-- their fugue
blow cobwebs hugging branches below,
such are precursors inviting darkness lair
for stormy clouds before crowd the days.
Yellow horizon seem unreachable honey
as in my life's ocean, balloon billows I bear.
I-- surged in every swell to skirt yet still
lashing waves dashed pushing me sometimes to despair.
Again, cataclysm walk unheralded casting loose
my arms lift upon the glimmer of silver lining from afar
somber shadows enshrouded me in a mist of struggles.
Ounce of strength I have, I try to juggle and juggle
yet, curses fell from hearts and lips parched of love.
All these came, one and all --
the flowing light has flickered flash and gone
but beyond all these you stood -- my sentinel...
You hushed the bad constellations hanging 'round my world
like a lighthouse guiding a lost ship to his home.
Yes! You are my beacon, a promontory amidst
cyclic onslaught brambles and chameleons,
a rock to cling in the wind's creeping fury,
Staunch and firm, my ñhero fighting the torrential
cascade of tirades and reproaches: MY CITADEL. . .
_____________________________________________________________________
***Sponsor Shadow Hamilton
Contest Name Your Favourite Old Poem #2
++Placed 2nd++
***Sponsor Justin Bordner
Contest Name How You Make The Stars Hush
++Placed2nd++
©O.E. Guillermo
06:37 pm, February 24, 2015
It’s dark outside,
I see a light:
Our neighbour’s lamp
Is shining bright.
She straps it to her head
And ventures to the shed.
In her robe and her boots,
She is creeping along,
And I wonder at first:
Am I seeing it wrong?
She raises the shutter
And the hens flutter out,
And perch on her person;
She protests with a shout.
She is covered in birds -
Not an inch to be seen -
And the fattest one sits
Like a crown on a queen.
Food saves the day;
Hens fly away.
The chickens peck
The food she leaves;
And Maureen cleans
Her mucky sleeves. *
* decided to keep it clean and say ‘mucky’, LOL
For Sheri’s rhythms contest, Rock me Round the Clock
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
I AM A HERO
BLACK
Are you my kryptonite
To battle the powers that be
Discrimination, political
Spirituals warfare
Sadly my powers that be ruled over me
I AM A HERO
WHITE Are you my kryptonite
White supremacy, skinned heads
Wounded knees
Shaved cold stoned hearts
Sadly my powers that be ruled over me
I AM A HERO
NATIVE AMERICAN what tribe am I
And where am I, Are you my kryptonite
Rich men never poor again fighting rising TAXES
What a shame
This disclaimer
Black Panthers in the jungles
Just getting stronger;
Poverty clashes
Fake rented mustaches
Seasoned hick
Country kicks
All run away, no where to stay to each his own way
Just ain’t right to be individual heroes see none are right…
Sadly my powers that be ruled over me
HERO AM I
Lo, I be creeping in the night…
I KRYPTONITE
1/30/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
January 28, 2020 Assignment
Written for class assignment (WIPS) North Omaha Writers Group (NOW)