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In the realm of your loving arms, I find my sanctuary,
A haven where the world's din and chaos flee,
I don't care about the whispers of the crowd,
For with you, my love, my heart is proud.
As long as you love me, babe, I'm free,
Everything else is but a story, lost in the sea,
Of your tender touch, your gentle care,
All else disappears, and I'm left with you, bare.
It's not the gold that shines, nor the hue of your skin,
Nor the attire that adorns you, my love within,
It's the way you make me feel, the warmth of your heart,
That draws me in, and never lets me part.
With you, I'm home, in every sense of the word,
A place where love resides, and my soul is stirred,
I don't care what others say, or the path we may take,
As long as I'm with you, our love will never break.
Even in the lion's den, or the darkest of pits,
With you by my side, I'd brave the fiercest of hits,
Under the bridge, or in the stormy night,
With you, my love, I'd find the light.
All I want is to be your man, to stand by your side,
To hold your hand, and ride life's tide,
You're everything I've ever needed, my guiding star,
The secret I hide, the passion that's near and far.
Even if the world goes against me, I'd face the test,
Knowing you're there, my love, I'd find my best,
In your eyes, my heart finds a home,
With you, my love, I am never alone.
You're the melody that soothes my soul,
The rhythm that makes my heart whole,
You're the missing piece that makes me complete,
With you, my love, my heart skips a beat.
She's playing the lead
On the stage of her life
The role of a wife and mother
A rehearsed performance
Over the years
With lost feelings in the scenes with her lover
When the play first opened
Still learning her part
The acting, exciting and loud
She saw bright flashing lights
A marquee rising star
Performing for a make believe crowd
All of those years
With the same lines and scenes
She's lost that fire and zest
But night after night
In the final act
That's when her acting is best
It's all in the way
She says her good nights
Wishing the word was goodbye
Honestly meaning
Each one from the last
Bringing a tear to her eye
Carefully crafting
The use of her words
To tenor the message she's sending
The voids became bigger
And harder to fill
Her desperate attempts of an ending
Used as a lover
She thinks of another
Feeding her hunger for hope
Still longing to feel
All of life's zest and zeal
Through fantasy she learned to cope.
With each passing day
She's gathering courage
To build a brave new life, upon
But age has a way
To wick courage away
As they say...
"The show must go on!"
written by Jeannie Minor and Daniel Turner
He's Bragging
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______ By:C.Encontriamo A. Creta &
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Translated it still startled me
a fully defined phrase. The
allowances were contracted
a chain of Hotels and Restaurants
found it profitable to allow certain
peop0le to afford there programs.
Per Diem contracts are one of those
lucrative businesses that stood the
test of time. A company could use
coupons to support the travel, lodging
meals and incidentals. My new position
would have me examine the rates of
competitors who supported "by the day'
workers. It was Carnival time where I
had wished to be: and it was Festival
season were I was. My vacation would either
be spent hiding out here avoiding people
I know or going somewhere were I knew
know one. I chose to vacate where Carnival was.
,and travel straight to my new assignment.
I was in the audience the night that
Bruh Beezelle won the contest. The crowd
was crazy loud. There were so many women:
I mean really beautiful women.. It was the kinda
night that made loneliness even harder to deal with.
I got lucky a women needed help with her luggage
she invited me to her room for a drink if I carried her
bags to her room.I said soda please and she said deal.
I told her I was a reporter: she found it interesting,
she was on vacation too. What a night, two pastrami
sandwiches and fries had me full. She told me I could stay
with her if I wanted to and believe me :I really wanted to.
10 days at Carnival, we were together everynight
and everyday. When I reached my new assignment
I was just waiting to get the call. Day 20 the phone rang
I knew it was her, she said human chorionic gonadotropin
has revealed she was pregnant. She knew we had to get
together and talk. I would finish early here and would meet
her somewhere, who cares I was really happy. No strings
attached I had scored a winner!
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From "The Cat Doesn't Like Me"
By; C.E.A. Creta/a.k.a./Strutturatore Dee Brani
I try not to think about it, my friend.
It's so horrible, and yet,
I'm on beer ten, and I won't see you again -
So, I'll tell you a secret.
No, it's not what happened in Vietnam.
I still see it in stop-action -
If you measured it in inches and seconds,
That moment was a fraction.
A youth soccer game, my dad in the crowd,
It was nineteen sixty-two
When we lost the championship game
As I let the winning goal go through.
As a boy, I never hurt anyone,
Was a friend when needed.
I always helped my mother with her chores.
Mom and Dad, I heeded.
I studied hard, did all my homework,
Followed every rule.
Upon college graduation, I was rewarded,
Accepted to med school.
Today, I am a successful surgeon
Using scalpels and knives.
I make so many people feel better -
Sometimes, I even save lives.
Yet, deep down, I don't have what it takes.
I let everybody down.
What you see before you is a failure.
I should be buried in the ground.
I see it as we speak. My dad was in the crowd.
It was nineteen sixty-two.
We lost the championship game.
I let the winning goal go through.
You see, there's nothing now that I can do -
But wait, I have a little son.
He plays goalie on his youth soccer team,
A great boy who likes to have fun.
When the rival striker takes his final shot,
There's one thing my son won't do.
Well, I hope he doesn't, no, he better not,
Let the winning goal go through.
I can hear the screams of happy children a block away from the square
It is the fourth of July, the only day we have a carnival in our town
The tilt-a-whirl and the Ferris wheel are in their usual places.
How they manage to do this the same way every year is astounding.
Barkers are begging us to give up our dimes; I keep walking.
All of my money is going for rides, and cotton candy – hopefully pink.
It is crowded already; old people are sitting in lawn chairs watching.
Kids are running in and out of the crowd.
Blinking lights are everywhere.
There is such happiness here; my heart gives a bit of a jump.
People are smiling from every direction.
There are strollers and mommies.
We walk rapidly past them to get the next seat on the Ferris wheel.
It is always a magical day when the carnival comes – July 4th, every single year.
We gather round as the musician plays
Playing melodies of bygone days
Some people start singing aloud
As each new tune gathers the crowd
Summer breeze caresses with her song
Floating on the rhythm with warm embrace
Lifting me higher as clouds sail along
My fragrant rose in beauty's grace
I hold her hand as she hums to the beat
To the soulful melodies of a saxophone
Which reverberate through city streets
The weekend's here, how time has flown
Summer breeze caresses with her song
Floating on the rhythm with warm embrace
Lifting me higher as clouds sail along
My fragrant rose in beauty's grace
~
8-5-18
Summer Breeze Contest
Sponsor: John Hamilton
in the ocean of my sleep stars glow like fragile seeds
and I sail across the celestial tranquil black sky
where silence is hanging sublime
and I fall through this dark warm dream
my hair a flowing river
and I drift to beautiful places and green lush temples
but my tranquility is soon hanging from branches
dripping in the grey woods of my mind
lost in a crowd of nameless faces
thick like trees in the woods at night
with eyes blank as statues
and a hundred whispers silent to my hearing
just shadows swaying in the silence- swaying in rhythm
O, it is a restless dream, endless
I want to shout- stop, stop worshiping golden Gods
you are empty, alone and cold bone
but I am lost in the sounds of silence, a dream prisoner
lost in the whirling silence that surrounds me
and the stars are flashing, exploding, bursting, blazing
and my dream is falling to ashes
I wake to a dawn distant and dark
with echoes of silent thoughts
in my heart . . .
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July 24, 2019
Poetry/Verse/Visions Creeping
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1226-898-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Submitted to the contest, Standard Select V
sponsor, Brian Strand
First Place
'the horror, the....horror'
moaned colon-el kurtz
as he lay dying
...............................
'rump....it's t-rump'
cheered the crowds at his
anger...stupidity....and lies
just some level of conscious cognition
fostered by a rich spoiled bankruptcy star
to attract others of some 'deserving ilk'
so-called adults
educated and blind-dumb
with respect logic of reality
a rampant killer virus
the great rump farts
'it will only take a few'
he metaphored...'ah….it's my ego
it needs de...me-dication....
some food....martyrs in the crowd'
then t-rump roared
'the party has turned against me....
by i shall destroy it first'
then he wailed
'demonstrators are the problem....
martial law is now in effect'
'the chaos...unbelievable...the….chaos'
moaned those watching tv in bed
'where are the grown-ups'
locked away no doubt
in old age homes
their wisdoms dying
stan sand
Far from the din of madding crowd,
Away from the bustle of city life
I withdrew into a solitary spot,
To turn my thoughts into dazzling verse.
Shelley and Shakespeare came in view,
Emily and Eliot fell in line,
Their verses ringing loud and clear,
Their energy fanning fire within
I dreamt of putting proper words,
To clothe my thoughts in striking lines,
Longed to pour my loaded heart,
In powerful verse to move the hearts
But as I started scrawling down,
All that I had stored in hoards –
Ebbed out into mere froth and foam,
Leaving only broken thoughts
Will my Muse be here once again?
Or is it better to leave my thoughts unspoken?
However, I strained hard to give them life,
And labored in vain to make them rhyme,
‘The Blazing Sun’ and ‘Brilliant Stars’,
All faded out with no trace of glow.
I envisioned before me the Sacred Mount,
To drink from the fountain gushing down,
Alas! Only hot lava spurted out,
And the wings of fancy burnt outright!
Sad, my Muse didn’t appear to enliven me,
Nor my fantasy lingered long,
I stared blank into the scroll in front,
Unable to scribble even a moving thought.
Like a soldier vanquished in war,
I put away my pen for the time being,
Hoping my Muse would come down soon,
To inspire and help me script immortal verse!
Jan.4.2023
My Muse Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Regina McIntosh
It was in the water
Where receptors were numbed
As currents of pain and pleasure
Were systematically being gummed
Blinded eyes gazed at silence
Forked tongues hissed at words
The machine making adjustments
Were the loud sounds players heard
Not for me, can't have
Move along little doggie, just get through
Suffering is your lot in life
Precious Blue can't always find, and rescue you
Words, sentences, mantra, belief
My narrative was alive......without....ME
Must hide self in the crowd
Where evil is not allowed
...........but where to hide
.................................when I must ABIDE
.......................................................in NOT.....ME!!!
Written by Trudy Schrader on 08/29/2020
Note: I swear, the healing process never ends. LOVE is always revealing areas in the heart that are cold and need the warm touch of caring love to make it whole and new again. This process is very difficult for me, but I will do the work so that I can be healed and maybe others can benefit from my journey. Wow! See!?! Melodrama....Lord, help me!