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Crucible
In the vast expanse of life's grand tapestry,
Where dreams are born and destinies take shape,
There lie the trials that test our souls with glee,
And shape us into beings of courage and faith.
Oh, how we yearn for happiness' sweet embrace,
A shimmering mirage, forever in our sight,
Yet on this path, we encounter hardship's face,
The labyrinth of existence, our eternal fight.
Through murky depths and shadows cast askew,
We stumble, we fall, but we rise once more,
For within us burns a flame that always renews,
A spirit unyielding, a heart that fiercely soars.
With every trial faced, a lesson is learned,
Each setback a chance to discover our strength,
For it is in the darkest hours we discern,
The power to conquer, the will to go to any length.
We chase our dreams with fervor, unbridled,
With passion as our compass, we forge ahead,
Though obstacles may tower, unbeholden,
We find the strength to conquer fear and dread.
The pursuit of happiness, a lofty endeavor,
An elusive quarry that dances beyond our grasp,
But with each step, we come a little closer,
Through courage, resilience, and the will to clasp.
For in the depths of struggle, we find our core,
A resilience that defies the tests of time,
And as we navigate life's tumultuous shore,
We emerge as warriors, our souls sublime.
Embrace the trials, for they shape who we are,
They mold us into beings of wisdom and might,
For the pursuit of happiness is not too far,
If we march forward with purpose and light.
So, let us not falter in the face of strife,
But embrace the challenges that life bestows,
For in the crucible of trials, we find life,
And the pursuit of happiness forever flows.
Sometimes in Virginia when the scorching madness of xenophobia conspires
with a fragile, violent countenance, I fall to the darkest, bitter poison.
And in that carnage, a nation learns of impending destruction.
But the sounds of heaven like an unstoppable flood, poor over New Orleans and
comfort forlorn victims of embedded justice.
I am men, putting women in cages for birds, beautiful yet bound, loved but
unappreciated.
I am women, forsaking my sisters as they struggle to understand my privilege.
I tell you I am a paradoxical reflection of power and fear, love and vengeance.
And I am unstable.
And when the weight of unpaid wages reaches the precipice of doubt in young
impressionable prisoners of comparison, husbands shoot their children and run
to the abyss.
But I tell you there is a sound of redemption in Jill Scott prophecy and Bell Hooks’
gentle wisdom.
I tell you there is a sound of heaven that leaves me fearless, come what may.
Today, I went swimming with my daughter with a final exam the next day.
And in that moment, I knew that this crucible, does not rule me, bind me, or
define me.
Whatever this is, this unstable suffering of paradoxical reflection.
It does not rule me.
For I am an image of a sacrifice so sublime, that the gates of hell, pain,
conquest, or corporate idolatry cannot stand against it.
And in the end, I know peace forever.
6/5/22
In the distance a faint light
Paying my respects at a gravesite
During the day light
And the late night
Humans always got something to say right?
Endlessly they fight
Me against them, it's like an orca verse a great white
I'll finish it with a poisonous snakebite
Then take flight
Did it all while hidden or in plain sight
People becoming more delusional
Another funeral
This shouldn't become common or usual
Through another crucible
Difficult but doable
With the help of several consumables
No hesitation in being the wagon driver
A serious analyzer
For the group I ordered several appetizers
Often wearing black attire
Nearly always I have a lighter
Easily I'll catch a tiger
I laugh at liars
Then offer them a pacifier
If it all turns south, then I hit them with rapid fire
What's up with all these antagonizers?
what happened prior
For the time being I'm going to dance in fire
Now we got a man on fire
Like I got hit with dragon fire
More than luck is what it entailed
Thinking it's just stuff of fables
Always they try to throw it under the table
No need to save it for another tale
From here to Southern Wales
At times me and my Brother failed
Moved on, found a newly discovered trail
Saw animals with different colored scales
Then a sarcophagus instead of a coffin shut with nails
So close to the edge
Here we go again
Gave up or want people to notice them
Bubbling with triumphant mirth
then weeping midst frustration…
heart strives to strike a balance
between composure and chaos…
projecting strength under grace while
anchored by prayer not to fall…
staying poised in the crucible of stress
yet serenely hiding hopelessness mask…
vibrant soul today faces tomorrow's mysteries
expectant of miracles yon realities...
that’s the mother in me who champions
life-building commitment with: “So help me, LORD.*”
*Psalm 78:4 We will not hide them from their children, shewing to the generation to come the praises of the Lord, and his strength, and his wonderful works that he hath done.
May 14, 2025
Honorable Mention, "YOUR CHOICE g" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 5/15/2025
In life's crucible, I succumbed to a mystic trance,
Where ephemeral allurements enthralled my soul's dance,
The spirit beckoned, and I wandered into the heart
Of "Akamara's" ancient tree, a realm of mystic art.
Within its boughs, a world of wonder waited to unfold,
A realm of supernatural beings, with powers to mold,
Their feast was ambrosia, their waters crystal clear,
A utopia of magic, where cars, houses, and markets appear.
Awele, a sage, introduced me to Agiliti's mystic might,
Who promised the key to wealth, and banished endless night,
I, a candle-bearer, once lost, now found my inner fire,
Determined to seize wealth's mantle, my heart's greatest desire.
Yet, tasks lay ahead, like finding the lion's hidden skill,
A quest that led me through the forest's whispering still,
Ghommid spirits swirled, a vortex of ethereal might,
But I pressed on, undaunted, through the shadows of endless night.
Jojo, a woodland sage, who died yet lived anew,
Taught me the ancient lore, of lion's skill and spirit true,
He gifted me the power pounder, and Len's all-seeing eye,
To unveil the hidden truths, and unlock the forest's mystic sigh.
Riches and power unfolded, like a tapestry of old,
Yet, like a wisp of smoke, it vanished, leaving naught but a dream's cold.
A forge within the ribcage tight,
The heart, a furnace, burning bright.
It fans the flames of fierce desire,
A flicker's spark, a soul on fire.
Love's embers glow, a gentle heat,
That warms the core, a solace sweet.
But passion's blaze, a searing pyre,
Can consume reason, set the soul afire.
Ambition's torch, a steady flame,
Pushes us onward, and fuels our name.
But envy's green, a twisted spark,
Can twist the spirit, and leave its mark.
Grief's heavy ash, a smoldering grey,
Hangs in the air, where joy once lay.
Yet hope's frail tendrils, reaching high,
Fan-hidden embers to the sky.
The heart's a kiln where emotions blend,
A crucible where lives transcend.
Forged in its fire, we take our stand,
Shaped by the flames, both fierce and grand.
So guard the fire, let reason hold,
Lest passion's heat leaves us out in the cold.
With steady breath, the bellows tend,
And let the heart's true fire ascend.
An Devil's Dalliance
It was just one of those mornings?
Or at least I think it was, that is,
if I had created “morning’s” yet.
All my little angels trying out their
wings (in a strictly non-competitive
manner of course). I was slightly
distracted by Creation at the time
so some of the details are a bit
sketchy---the “all knowing” thing
a bit exaggerated---however I did
suspect some shenanigans within
a small group. You know, changing
the shape of the clouds, a seemingly
innocent diversion had become a
bit racy. They were playing with
rainbows and dabbling in an
evolving plot. Anyway, when “he”
showed me his “new” pet – the
duckbilled platypus - I had to draw
the line. After a thorough scolding
I sent him back down to clean up
the mess he’d made. A darkness
came over him (we call it anger now)
his wings darkened, his eyes glared,
a putrid wind arose beneath him
(the scent of defiant rebellion).
I still remember the sting of his
scathing good-bye. “I’ll start my
own “heaven!”. “I’ll be bigger than
you.”
“Until an hour before he left
I thought him beautiful”*
“I still do, for I know the
truth of who he is and wait
patiently for him to realize it.”
3/4/2016
*Arthur Miller, The Crucible
“Until an hour before the Devil fell, God thought him beautiful in Heaven”
submitted to Expand Arthur Miller’s Thought – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Julia Ward
The God of heaven prospers us in life building*
While we yield to His patient scraping shovel’s might
Molding us to guide others to righteousness-light
Perfecting our masterpieces by His leading.
With abundant supply of provisions’ bounty
The God of heaven prospers us in life building
As we reach-out to the lost in His upholding
Bringing them to His radiant wisdom’s certainty.
Midst varied besetting rigorous challenges
Coupled with tribulation for service-treading
The God of heaven prospers us in life building
Affirming us our labour’s heavenly wages.
In the crucible of scraping shovels’ girding
We cease not to teach and mentor through the Lord’s grace
Assured that His power is faith's foundation-brace
The God of heaven prospers us in life building.
*Nehemiah 2:20 Then answered I them, and said unto them, The God of heaven, he will prosper us; therefore we his servants will arise and build.
Enclosed rhyme with modified “quatern”
March 11, 2019
Edited on May 5, 2020
3rd place, "BRIAN'S CHOICE 4,any form,any theme" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 5/6/2020.
THE SUN, EARTH & MOON
(Alternative title: Sygyzy)
The sun is the past—
crucible of the
epigenetic light.
The earth’s the present—
inexorably
our arrogant might.
The moon’s the future—
a desolate orb
frozen in its plight.
Modern science says: The sun is the past, the earth is the present, the moon is the future. From an incandescent mass we have originated, and into a frozen mass we shall turn. Merciless is the law of nature, and rapidly and irresistibly we are drawn to our doom. ~Nikola Tesla
© Suzette Richards 30 July 2017
A PRICELESS GIFT
Everyone should consider his body as a priceless gift from one whom he loves above all, a marvellous work of art, of indescribable beauty, and mystery beyond human conception, and so delicate that a word, a breath, a look, nay, a thought may injure it. ~Nikola Tesla
I hold myself rigid within the framework of creeds
imposed upon me by the secular world at large.
I resist the urge to become totally feral.
A light shines through the cracked urn of my consciousness,
and challenges my intellect and the many preconceived ideas.
Reason and common sense hover; are peripheral.
I recognise that the frail husk that we dwell in
is the reason for our temptation and fleeting pleasure—
Our very earthly existence is ephemeral.
© Suzette Richards 1 July 2021
MAKING MY LIFE EASY …
From Alexander Graham Bell’s telephone,
to the electromechanical vibrator —
all invented before the vacuum cleaner.
Life as a woman has its perks,
but the drudgery of housekeeping
could leave many feeling meaner
than a nest of rattlesnakes.
But pay me some attention with an invention;
I will surely become a real keener.
I do not think you can name many great inventions that have been made by married men. ~Nikola Tesla
© Suzette Richards 10 July 2021
Written to coincide with his birthday, midnight 9–10 July.
The first 3 lines: These are all inventions by married men.
PS Tesla never married.
Also see my article: The Tesla 3–6–9: Poetic form since 2017
Born into this world full of hope
but soon we feel it ebb away
so many struggles are in our face
there's no lack of them every day
Our reaction is to turn right around
immediately change gear reverse back
run from all our life's troubles
but honestly forward's the right track
In the midst of all these struggles
we learn answers to questions of life
in this crucible of regular affliction
there's a remedy through this strife
Strength is received in midst of all this
a divine hand seems so real
giving us growth within ourselves
able to overcome whatever we feel
So be thankful for your trials
there's a purpose here for good
to develop a real strong character
so you look a right real cool dude!