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Written: January 26, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Sara Jama
Quote by Geoffrey Chaucer "Time and tide wait for no man,"
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Time, a poltergeist whisper
slipping through the cracks
Moments shimmer
akin to Petunia petals aloft,
a hypnotic dance —
ephemeral yet priceless.
Time waits for no one;
haven't you felt its rush?
Time waits for no one —
It simply drifts away.
With each tick, clocks transform
into the fabric of history—
you seize fleeting seconds
as if they could stretch forever.
Wilted Orchids echo
forgotten dreams,
pulled by unseen forces
upon a canvas of memories.
Each speck of time,
a mason's chipped work.
Harmonic motions dim
in the palms of eternity;
calming breezes frown
upon autumn’s sunlit glow.
No one halts time—it surges on!
It speeds faster than a blink.
Nostalgia weaves itself
around crystal vessels,
while moonflower garlands
bloom amid hazy dreams.
Tattletale smiles escape
into hollow nights—
a foggy embrace
filled with haunting whispers and grins.
Tulips muted bluish—gray
etch their tale in time’s shore.
Embrace winter’s trudge
and find solace unvexed:
surf through waves of magic
knowing love beams bright.
Galumph through life
daring despite harsh fates:
vagabond dreams vaudeville
within flummoxed hearts;
a rainbow palette spreads
beneath a hammock sky.
No matter what, it lies ahead.
After passing, it's futile to cling on.
Desolation puckers beneath
the glistening dew decline,
an abyss where bleeding
wrists are fodder for worms.
A sycophantic squire crafts
kismet kernels stripped—
flesh ripped by careless slips,
losing grip on whispers;
breaths juggle surly skies,
sharp as bleak thorns.
From cradle to grave,
We've learned —
that time is wealth
we must cherish.
Darkness veils endless roads,
plummeting in twilight throes.
tangled fears mimic
Dionysus amphetamine highs—
brimstone offers esoteric solace
that straddles the magnetic edge.
Whispers eviscerate as they swirl,
amber kisses across fallen stars.
Crocuses bloom in purple
while goldfinch trill
yellow celandine riddles.
Employ your edge before it fades.
Everyone longs for plenty of time.
You can't carry time with you
money cannot reclaim lost time.
#As dr0plets descend fr0m the 1nf1n1te d1m sky
# My heart cr1es 0ut and hungers t0 fly
# Far fr0m th1s fragmented f1lthy space
# To a world with true l0ve and genu1ne grace
# F0r ages 1 prayed t0 be carr1ed away
# 1 th0ught f0r certa1n y0u w0uld always stay
# But valleys came between 0ur land
# Y0ur l0ve began t0 scratch l1ke gra1ns 0f sand
# Wh1rlw1nds ech0ed thr0ugh 0ur 1nsubstant1al trees
# 0n that day y0u dec1ded t0 pick up and leave
# Are you 1n a better place?
# 1n my m1nd 1 st1ll see y0ur face
# 0nly t1me can fade th1s p1cture g00d
# F0r 1n the end 1t was 1 wh0 m1sunderst00d
# Pass the h1ghways and 0ver the d1stant seas
# There 1s 0ne greater wh0 w1ll c0me f0r me
# Dreary n1ghts were just a phase
# 1 n0w kn0w me 1n better ways
# L1fe has segments and subtle c0urses
# Y0ur departure br0ught new f0und s0urces
# 1 felt the tr1ckle 0f the end
# 1t wasn’t a break 1t was just a bend
# Wh1ch caused me t0 see thr0ugh new f0und eyes
# Evap0rat1ng all your crystal c0vered l1es
# The pr0m1se land 1s cl0ser than bef0re
# 1 just needed t0 slam the gates and seal up that d00r
# Y0ur malfunct10ns and c0nstant self-destruct10n
# Defect1ve eg0 that had faulty 1nstruct10ns
# Are all n0w s0me0ne else’s merchand1se
# 1 p1ty the purchase even at 1ts d1sc0unted pr1ce.
In the deep silence of the night, when dreams are born from shadows and light,
do not promise me eternity, but only silent understanding,
that sometimes all I need is your presence,
to hold my heart with steady hands, like a fragile crystal,
in a world that dances on the edge of chaos.
Do not tell me you will stay forever, but just promise me
that you will be beside me when I fall into the depths of my mind,
when the world seems an unforgiving labyrinth,
and I am lost among my own steps, searching for a way out.
Do not promise me the stars in the distant sky,
but just promise me you will see the hidden scars,
those that hide behind my gaze,
and all the silent cries struggling to be heard.
Do not promise me a perfect destiny, but just promise me
that you will not hesitate to listen when fear makes me mute,
when words hide behind a wall of silence,
and need an outstretched hand to set them free.
In this journey of thoughts and emotions,
where every step is a continuous search,
all I ask is a soul that understands
that sometimes, your presence is the only truth that matters,
a constant light in a world of shifting shadows.
To achieve enlightenment,
we need crystal hands,
starry eyes, clean heart,
to be fragile and pure, open chest...
To achieve elevation,
we must absorb everything,
the depth, the heights...
We must keep the balance
of the surfaces...
We think tenderly,
the passages of our lives,
understand gently,
the real intentions of the mysteries...
Confidently accept the riddles
of death and life...!
Start with your heart,
Let mind be still;
Then work fond art,
Focus your will.
See fine image,
Work focus clear;
Live your passage,
Watch joy bring cheer.
Firm intent casts,
Image you see;
Firm thought outlasts,
Watch form set free.
Clear focus looks,
Sees the clear light;
Mind can now hook,
Glimpse visual sight.
Keep focus clear,
See picture right;
Forge faith not fear,
Set your sure sight.
Here and now see,
Watch image glow;
Strong thought sets free,
Focus funds show.
What's yet to be
Comes true in time;
Preview and see
Your desire rhymes.
Dream with bold stay
Upon your need;
Start on fond play
To grow wise speed.
Your fond desire
Waits at mind's gate;
Strong focus sires
Your timely fate.
Dare to commit
Strong intent clear;
Focus fine wit
With faith and cheer.
Look deeper still:
Thus you will see;
A certain thrill
Comes forth to be.
See what you see,
Take a good look;
Wise focus frees
Firm poise that hooks.
Start with good cheer,
Watch love move sight;
Think crystal clear,
Glimpse success bright.
Leon Enriquez
19 July 2017
Singapore
Subtle ineffable feelings of affection and solicitude,
Amorous as like swallow's ,
Ephemeral and unavoidable,
Too much like water of deep stream.
Throwing myself into love like suicide into river,
You entered into my life like a miracle,
Like a misty rain that falls softly but floods the river,
As fresh as dew, it was first and new.
I stand on your grave today heavy at heart,
Love is like a tear that rises in the eyes but falls upon the breast,
It passed between us like a field of light,
Seized me unexpectedly as did your sudden death.
White Lillies your favourite I hold in my hands,
Can feel your eternal breath inhale the fragrance,
Life is unprofitable as a ship without rudder,
Prick of a thorn to the body without a soul.
Love hung still as crystal on my bed,
As fierce as death, I thrive for your affection,
It bursts all over my physical being like sweat,
Kinship, a feeling of endearment and oneness,
Eternal breath !
Written by Dr. Upma Sharma
The main purpose of life is to live rightly, think rightly, act rightly. The soul must languish when we give all our thought to the body.
Mahatma Gandhi
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Winter is a suitable time to savor,
Silent, quite starving for, my only flavor.
Quiet seclusion enhances my languish,
Providing pause, meditation, and favor.
Frozen days of chilly nip raise my anguish,
Apply comfy sheets, light for cold to vanquish.
A dreadful bulk of cloud and a brisk breeze,
Inspire sloth in a book respite, prankish.
Beautifully arching shrubs and trees,
A ballet of nature's dreams and appease.
White feathers tumble to the soil below,
As sapphire shines, emerald first wheeze.
Fumes in chimneys coil, merge, and grow,
I burn a recollection as shadows undergo.
Crystal-clear river, frozen pearls, pristine,
Wind gusts at dusk in a cold stream flow.
It's peaceful in my heart and serene,
And mesmerized by the gorgeous scene.
Calm and eased by the stark lightness.
Winter is when I languish, purify, and shrine.
Indigo optimism overlays placid rightness,
Potent nature pride ethereal brightness.
A lovely mix of purple haze made it lighter,
Insignia aesthetic—only ebbing politeness.
A white rose grew in her Summer garden.
"Beautiful rose, I must beg your pardon.
for I must clip you from your flower bed
to enjoy your aroma in my home instead."
In crystal vase the rose was fondly admired
until its velvet petals withered and expired.
Delicate white roses grew in Summer's heat
with such a delightful fragrance, cloyingly sweet
Their beauty was enhanced in morning sunlight
and rivaled the perfumed scent of jasmine at night
Adored by passersby, they bloomed until the end of Fall
when a cold north wind bent their stems in a sudden squall
Nature trip for rejuvenation gain
Offers varied therapeutic wonders
Toward blest exuberant wellness-reign.
Trek atop hill despite ascent blunders
Propelling physical exercise force
Offers varied therapeutic wonders.
Basking under tree-canopied trail course
Hearts are delighted with forest’s fresh scent
Propelling physical exercise force.
Viewing terraces of bright gold accent
As sunflowers radiate cheerful glow
Hearts are delighted with forest’s fresh scent.
Then plunging into crystal water-flow
Souls welcome spiritual cleansing beauty*
As sunflowers radiate cheerful glow.
While God allows feasting on His bounty
Nature trip for rejuvenation gain
Souls welcome spiritual cleansing beauty
Toward blest exuberant wellness-reign.
*Psalm 29:2 Give unto the LORD the glory due unto his name; worship the LORD in the beauty of holiness.
April 30, 2022
10th place, "AN ORIGINAL TERZANELLE" Poetry Writing Premiere Contest
Sponsored by L MILTON HANKINS; judged on 5/4/2022.
A giggle Land where we cannot go.
0f pink fingers and crystal clear eyes
Forever azure springs and sunlit skies,
A place of talcum powdred .souls.
Unaware , from this life, they were taken
God did create this oh , so special place.
Angels never let them knoew they were forsaken.
To keep a smile on their dear, tender infant faces.
Squeaky toys and cuddly, soft teddy bears
Angel mothers do lullaby each newborn to sleep.
One day, with their Mommy,~ they might share
Meanwhile, in the still of the night, mothers weep.
Sleepless, they wonder, how is my child doing?
Their life always has a lost, dark empty space.
Does my baby need me, or is he just cooing?
The mother can ask for forgives and God’s grace.
But she wonders,very often what ‘s my baby playing?
You see, that is the story we are never told.
On her knees alone, each night, she is praying.
The Mother ages, lonely, shivering in the moonlit cold!
5/12/2023
Dedicated to my Mother on her birthday., today.
Thank you , Mom, for allowing me to have a life!
Sometimes hard, but mostly years of sugar and
magificent spice!