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For years I ran to everything,
gods of lesser … much lesser things,
Desires defiled by forces and clones,
Youth holds a veil that keeps the truth from being shown,
All the walks in the dark and the dances of doom,
Altered my vision, my appetite became venomous perfume,
If I could have grasped that all along you were there,
If I would have known it was your love that cared,
I would not be writing this love poem to you,
For you are the one who pulls your children through,
You love in ways no one on this planet can do,
This is why I am thankful for you.
For years I cried tears of failure and pain,
Thought if I changed a mere guy I would somehow be sane,
All the fights and the struggles to gain some control,
Left me broken and tired with nowhere to go,
If I could have seen I was an "Anything" fiend ,
Striving to become spotless and clean,
I would not be writing this love poem to you,
For you are the promise that has proven to be true,
You love in ways no one on this planet can do,
This is why I stay thankful to you,
This is why I stay thankful to you.
By: Sabina Nicole
written: 6/18/12
Contest : Prior to Intent
Sponsor : Unseeking Seeker
29.7.25
PLACED 2ND IN CONTEST
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IN THE BEGINNING
intentions set
luminescent spiralling
quarks already written
as codes at birthing of Soul
from Divine Mind
intricate patterns of
His-Her inconceivable
eternal infinite Plans
tracings of filigree Love
dormantly waiting for its
Time to flower then fade
so Soul descends carrying its
precious curriculum
safely packaged spiritual
missions into Heartspace
many slumbering intentions
of All That Is being embodied
Heart delicate pure receiver
of Soul’s encodings
cradles, embraces, lubricates
acknowledges intent ~
relays God’s codes to
mind to pattern into fruition
before intention unfurls from
mind it glimmering hovers
flickers between Heart and Soul
awaiting Divine Timing instruction
precise moments for exposition
of the new
whispering inside and outside of
consciousness from spacelessness
into spacetime Heart who
recognises light-sound
frequency waves from
IN THE BEGINNING
Divine desire plugs power
into Heart as His-Her Lover-Child
balances presence attracting
right emotion
a globule on Tree of Life flash
need becomes illusion
kaleidoscopic patterns form
spaces fill or empty
intent given shaped form
coloured creation dances
then disappears
God smiles with Soul
Heart in bliss
The silence stream cascades in the alien alley,
sonata of stillness resonates in the concrete,
dances with the music of the barrel organ,
his weathered calloused fingers produce.
The nostalgic notes play a melancholic melody,
echo the tune of the tantalizing times long-gone.
The sigh of the old organ scatters on the street,
bemoans bittersweet echo of the sound of music.
From the concealed cacophony of clamoring past,
the music returns to where it used to be once.
The stark reality remains secret in songs unsung,
in the abysmal abyss of his marooned mind.
On the misty path weary in the winter wilderness,
feelings freeze like insensible ice on trails unwalked.
The buds of emotion wither away unblossomed
in the forlorn frigid gorge of the glacial hearts.
In the titular template of listless loneliness,
the spaced out ethereal melody melts away,
as the faraway beguiled beginning is epitomized
in the million steps he has walked enchanted.
The feeble resonance of his dreams drowns
in the depth of desolation confusingly configured
with the image splinters of his desolate desire,
and they fly away to oblivion in a sonorous way.
An abandoned musician of the fast fading fraternity,
walking his last mile in the deserted cobblestone road,
with the remains of the old rhythmical relic,
the last organ grinder plays the music of swan song.
Chess vs. Zelda
I took one too many moves in chess
Then fell in love with Zelda
And in the end the games go on
Both king and queen maneuvers mate
To Link us to the past and Zelda’s grasp
Then swept us up
In a twilight princess dance
Knights come out and castles move
To gentle ocarina tunes
Of Time….in time
Pawns move up then side to side
Decide on bishops or a queen to kill
Behind Majora’s mask and hour glass
Our wills move on
Beyond the chess board landscape
Windwaker takes the sails and breath away
And skyward sword advances
It's only games
And Chess is fine
But Zelda’s always in my heart and mind
She dances there forever
In July's final grasp, the cold winds meet,
Where sun and frost collide, a strange embrace,
Our hearts succumb to icy fire's sweet feat,
As night unveils, a kiss marks love's last chase.
The breeze, undaunted, dances with the sun,
Two contrasting forces blend in love's cruel jest,
Two hearts once fused, now drift and come undone,
As nighttime's curtain falls, hearts beat unrest.
Beneath the stars, our tale takes its last turn,
Two souls, entangled, part in bittersweet,
A kiss that seals our fate, forever yearn,
As silent truths of love and loss repeat.
In July's end, love's warmth and chill entwined,
A sonnet of our hearts forever pined.
Jan Allison's - Fun Pyramid Cruise
Rolling shores of sugar form on crimsoned lands
Tan children run through cinnamon granules between their toes
Crunchy warm, doing soccer flips, glowing orange with the sun
Cascading sugar crystals wave good-byes
The yellow waves, light on honey oceans rise
Jan Allison's new Pyramid Cruise Lines launches
The flag ship, Gold Pyramid, to everyone’s delight
On honey sun and honey moon it sails
Glitters on golden Pyramid and sea
It lifts into the sky, one hundred floors high
Each deck with fewer cabins to form a shape
The ship is the first of its kind
Built in the perfect image of a pyramid with diamond top
To the top which rises to a clear crystalline ball room
Jan dances their at night
A dozen roses on center table in her room
Three white ones, 2 bright red and purple
And let’s not forget the brilliant yellow roses
Sent by every friend, from them to her
With warm wishes for a wondrous maiden voyage
searching for the seeker who seeks
inquiry being, ‘who am I’
we meld with the eye of the eye
silence plugs all energy leaks
negating all that comes and goes
in stillness we watch how life flows
flush of bliss suffuses our cheeks
it’s divine magnetism of course
invoked without the use of force
we dip in love our eager beaks
bliss beat’s rise and our ego dies
each breath intake feels like sunrise
voice of God then through our heart speaks
He anoints us with living light
soul presence dances with delight
searching for the seeker who seeks
silence plugs all energy leaks
flush of bliss suffuses our cheeks
we dip in love our eager beaks
voice of God then through our heart speaks
peppy porcelain puppy poops on the floor
wacky winged walrus whizzes on the door
enigmatic eonian elephant espies some bamboo
clever castrated cormorant shrieks yahoo
brassiere-busting bonobo barfs on the table
maniacal mystic monkey freaks on cable
sly sonambulent sloth bear slumbers in his cave
natty naughty nutty newt nests in a wave
dizzy ditzy doormouse dances with a broomstick
tawdry turgid tiger toys with his joystick
rugged recondite raccoon races up rut-marred roads
finicky febrile frog farts on frightened toads
this sonnet celebrates sassiness midst sundry incantations
~ surrenders to insanity and scoffs at punctuation
' The way to heaven is within. Shake
the wings of love--when love's wings have become
strong, there's no need to trouble about
a ladder' -- Rumi
~
Afloat on borderless curves of an airway,
tinges of iridescent flame drape my essence
in brush-stroked canvas from the purplish
hint of mid-autumn... its velvet outline
swirling along petals to gently unfold
their varnished ribs imbuing fragrant whiffs,
a melodic tune for rare dances of love's act…
Two four eight clicks spin into kindness
as wings circle ‘round my inner heaven
studded with light, glittering rivering
through the space of endless joy and warmth:
How my core lingers in this dimension
a need to reside with a calm spirit, magnanimous—
‘till my baby wails somewhere known
rousing this consciousness back to real-world;
that I…I, from this portal of introspection
must leave a while to settle my earthly deeds,
bake bread for my old neighbor, knock on
my heart-broken friend's door, and finally
embrace abiding repose, not now perhaps
but someway in His own blessed time.
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For Regina Riddle’s Heaven Contest
5/31/2020
It’s almost Christmas , still I'm quite annoyed
Visions of North Pole, now crumpled and foiled;
While youngsters for deer bells to ring
My palms tuck ears from voices caroling.
Fireplace adorned with trinkets on Yule rug
Awaiting Ole Claus to sneak by... humbug!
Wishes for red bike never came last year
My card he ignored, did it disappear?
Now, I wonder if you really exist...
My eyes teary, as I’m not on the list
Even Mama dances by the flames so proud,
Repeating your name (Vixen’s too), aloud.
“Dear Santa, I doubt the speed of your ride
How can you bring presents in hours, worldwide? "
Till a note falls,“ Child, you have to believe
In the kindness this season can weave.”
Surprised, my bike turns out... my delight,
Faith jingling , “Merry Christmas; good night!”
Laura Loo's Contest:: Any poem written on your birthday II
Written 1/8/2017( my birthdate)
Submitted 7/12.2017