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I don’t know why, but it hit me suddenly this morning during my quiet time.
I thought about a city and the people I once met in five distinct communities
A part of me; those seven years of labor, sweat, tears, and prayers, forever reside
The sights and sounds of hurts and miseries abound, and forever surround my heart
The memories and personal experiences regarding them grew me to tears.
It was the night clubs and Go Go dancing of topless girls in Old Town
It was the heroin addicts, horrors, sorrows, and prostitutes on Clark Street;
Burned down buildings, broken glass, drug addicts, at Madison and Western
The forsaken community, anger, and drug chasing at 43rd and Calumet
The high rise ghetto, danger, and devastating fears in Cabrini Green
You too may be familiar with the city that wrapped itself around my heart.
But in reality, it could be many American cities hampered by neglect.
If nothing else, I’m sure the memories force me to never forget them.
May they not be a conversation of politics and a source of statistics
May they never be merely shadows of faces hidden among the masses
But rather, may they be cause for city tears ignited by the heart of God.
08302016 PS Contest, 100 in a Row, Poet Destroyer A
At the end of the finishing line,
a deep grouchy voice thunders in my ears
and said, “Welcome home”.
I stepped on the green carpeted grass
and gazed at the slender bushy trees
waving peacefully in the hot summer breeze.
Happy squirrels scampering along
and merry birds singing happy songs.
But the moment swiftly fades and the
tormenting sound of fire trucks sirens chimed in
Trash less garage truck put on masquerading scenes
and empty school buses appear on every corner
performing a deceptive drama.
I gazed across the horizon and drowned out
the intimidating sounds in America’s streets.
Instantaneously a hand touched me
I reached out and held on
but surprisingly it disappears.
I held on tightly clinging to something that was not there.
Bequeathed by a mysterious will
my mind glides up a gigantic hill
shades of wonders, throngs of danger
could not stopped god's destined will.
With hand clasped and eyes closed
I whisper a prayer for my compelling soul.
I tried to detached but it kept coming back.
Something bigger than faith kept me going
more profound than hope itself
It absorbs my innate being
and laden me with mystical dreams.
Weighing heavily upon throbbing heart
It was strong enough to melt my spiritual thoughts.
Thousand of them stand in the midst of the crowd
but only one I could make out.
That one gambled with my heart
Stretched my bone and pull my marrow apart
unmindful of the wounds it caused
smiling at me without an infinite thought.
most powerful and most worthy
Yet strong enough to rip up my aching heart.
©2013 Christine Phillips
There’s a beguiling danger in beauty…
seduced as I was by the fickle fingers of fate musingly stroking my hair,
I envisaged
this lusciously lavish landscape
of sun-raptured heavenly hills and valid valleys
to be a lush, plush place for me to land ~
alas, such deception my naive perception did offer.
Buried beneath the facade of a fertile dream-come-true
and a mesmerizing mirage of natural light and zephyrus breaths -
where your thoughts hugged the horizons of my mind
like clouds on the edges of prairie dog skies
and where your stampeding passions trampled my inhibitions -
were delicate bandeaux of ice;
finespun and feathery like polar gossamer
that formed on the stems of your ruptured dreams
that then became my nightmare
when you had your hard freeze
while warm sap still flowed through your veins,
pumped and pushing through your broken being
and freezing on contact with the chilled clime
cocooning me, in a sudden silken surge of your glazing gauze
holding me, in the vivid wild magic of your frosted crystallized clutches -
fossilizing me, in icy opalescent ribbons of ornate whorls.
Unable to escape the grasping glacial petals of your exquisite pain,
your frost flowers plunged me into the frigid heart
of your bitter bluestem’s prairie winter...
There’s a beguiling beauty in danger
hypnotized and hijacked
as I was by the rhythmic sways of your tall grass ways -
your flickering tongue tasting my air
as my emotions were extorted
till I was bled white -
obviously oblivious
that I was being preyed upon
by a stealthy force of nature motivated by indigenous instincts.
Susan Ashley
March 13, 2018
~ First Place ~
Premiere Contest: Poetry for the Sake of Poetry
Sponsor: John Lawless
*bluestem: tall grass native to the Great Plains with bluish leaf sheaths*
*frost flower: thin layers of ice extruded from long-stemmed plants in autumn or early winter. These thin ice layers form dainty ‘ribbons’ or ‘petals’*
It was getting dark and tension is rising
pumpkins alight with eerie smiles gaping.
Flames of orange and red flickering dancing
children ready to go trick or treating.
Shadows that take on new sinister meaning
depicting a witch on her broom flying.
Cauldrons full of evil brew bubbling
eyeballs in green purple slime floating.
The woods full of weird voices screaming
not a night to be alone out adventuring.
Fear is rife and danger is us menacing
according to legend souls ripe for taking.
Yet; hush, what is it that is happening?
making our blood curdle, leaving one trembling?
The simple answer is imagination and nothing
But each year the rumours continue growing.
Fed by stories and tales of horror never ending
some maybe based in fact most leave one searching.
This time next year again we will be quivering
victims of fear unseen from which we run panicing.
I hold three magic rocks, in my hand
Rolling them over and over and over
Leaving this reality behind, far behind
Distracted, I am just a rover.
For I have wandered in a field of fog
I cannot see or feel or know
Where I am going until the air had cleared
And a vast land displayed a great chateau.
Large mushroom like trees grow here and there.
With palms swishing lightly in the lawn,
But in the middle elves stand on guard
A beautiful woman is tied to a pole like a pawn.
I roll the magic rocks and a nasty sound blared.
The elves disappear and I quickly untie the beauty.
We run out into the fog and find a rocky patch.
She is hungry. The rocks yield berries fruity.
Danger lurk above as an eagle soared
She magically got a bow and shot down the bird
Others appear the fugitives must flee. A unicorn appears.
They climb upon the magic horse and spurred.
Now I have only one magic rock: what to do?
I wish to be back in my home and in laughter
We arrive safe and sound. We will be married
And you know what: we live happily ever after.
"Though passing through sad and sombre times, let us be gladdened by the joy and peace Xmas brings"- by Poet
She felt the kicks, this time more intense
A mother’s primal instinct told her thus;
‘Can travel no further, need a place
To rest and ease your birth throes’
Mary and Joseph at last spotted a manger.
Temporarily secured from imminent danger
Sheltered from the gaze of the ruminating herd,
She delivered the babe when darkness still hovered
There lay on the hay, baby Jesus haloed in glory
The one who came to script a new story
Singing with cymbals on that wintry night
His birth was announced by angels bright
“Glory to God on high and peace on earth”
Its intonations creating rising waves of mirth
The shepherds, getting that message divine,
Came in hordes to behold the face benign
They knelt down and worshipped the King of kings
While seraphs hovered around on petite angel wings
On every Xmas, His nativity is duly remembered
And in all corners of the world it is joyously celebrated
On that night the star spangled sky glowed radiant
Sending out a light- luminous and lambent
All was bright and calm that serene night
A rare tranquillity drowning every nook in delight
Waving a magic wand, he has come to reign
To liberate mankind from the bondage of sin
Across the noise and strife of today’s weary world
A festive scene of celestial joy is unfurled
The peace of Xmas, as it sifts through the air
Fills each and every heart with overwhelming cheer
Placed First in the contest
Nov. 28, 2021
“X” Contest, New or Old Poetry
Sponsor – Constance La France
AFRAID TO FALL IN LOVE
I’m such a mess…
so messed up inside...
I’m not confused about what I want most,
Just tired of finding it, then letting it go
If I was good….
at saying goodbye...
I wouldn’t be so afraid of love
I wouldn’t feel like giving up
Chorus
I’m so afraid to fall in love...
Maybe it’s the fear of falling...
Like when I’m falling in my dreams,
I wake, and nothings quite as it seems...
I’m so afraid to fall in love
(cause)
Love’s so full of danger....
So I’ll just sit here by myself...
Leave my heart lying on the shelf...
Oh…I’m afraid to fall in love
Oh…I’m so afraid of love
I remember when…
I was not afraid of falling...
I’d come running when I heard love’s voice
Whenever it came calling…
but,
Bridge
The reality is…that I feel emotions,
Like everyone else feels...
My greatest fear is, after finding love,
I’ll lose the only thing I know is real
Chorus
I’m so afraid to fall in love
Maybe it’s the fear of falling
Like when I’m falling in my dreams
I wake, and nothings quite as it seems
I’m so afraid to fall in love (cause)
Love’s so full of danger
So I’ll just sit here by myself
Leave my heart lying on the shelf
Oh…I’m afraid to fall in love
Oh…I’m so afraid of love
Repeat Chorus and fade
John Derek Hamilton
Written January 2,2019
HOW DO YOU SAY
How do you say, the he is a stranger,
how do you say?
How do you warn of imminent danger,
How do you say?
With smiles of charm, he'll win their trust,
Not the soul of a man, not one of us,
Deceived the nations, Abominations,
How do you say.
How do you say, he’s the deceiver,
How do you say?
Will even fool elect believers,
How do you say.
Dreams from the God of many waters,
Poured out on Sons and Daughters,
Eye on the Sparrow, straight and narrow,
How do you say.
How do you say, Angels pronouncing,
How do you say?
Against the name of Christ,
he'll lead the denouncing,
How do you say.
Cursing all God deems as holy,
To rid the meek and the lowly,
The Abyss was opened,
the realm of the spirit was broken,
Let none of mine, be left behind,
How do you say.
Asleep in your life, deep in the dream,
When will you wake? It’s not what it seems.
Projecting, accusing, constantly afraid;
Shunning salvation for the tragic dreams you’ve made.
Then, without warning, something occurs,
A glimpse of Reality; but you’re really not sure.
The unnerving disruption in the matrix of your life
Leaves you shaken and stunned, weeping for more.
The Matrix trembles and your world begins to shimmer and shake
The Tower is toppling and all is now lost.
Gone your illusions of grandeur, and dreams that you make.
Now is the time; today is the day to turn again towards the Truth.
It was there all the time, deeply hidden from your view.
Maybe you will yawn and shutter, and yet again you’ll turn away,
But the Soul remembers you are Spirit awakening,
remembering freedom in this way.
In small, mounting moments until again the scale is tipped,
Epiphany strikes at the heart of the dream,
Breaking through narrow cracks where Reality has slipped.
Wake up! Wake up! Open your heart to the Truth:
Your power is boundless,
Your oneness forever complete,
You never left God's glorious side;
Never, in your most insane violent Dreams.
You never felt tears searing pain, never really died!
It’s a dream, a movie, a comedic play.
It’s a lie; an illusion
That can be simply brushed away.
You were never in danger; all remains forever well.
Release your mind right now from this self-created hell.
Asleep in your life, so deep in the Dream,
Wake up! Wake up! It is not what it seems.
“Deep in the Dream” © Chula Fleming 4/1/2024
Please fall in lust with me, remember years
when all you sought was time to ravish me
In secret tryst we’d meet despite our fears
For passion would not wait or let us be
Oh fall in lust with me, think of the days
When wonder filled your eyes at curve of hips
A time when whispered words spoke of the ways
That we’d make love as kisses burned our lips
Please fall in lust with me, oh let me burn
From touch of hands deranged in passion’s fire
Oh let me pant your name, oh let me yearn
For time when slave you were to your desire
Now, fall in lust with me, and only me
Forget the other one whom you adore
You pledged that love would ever constant be
a passion that would blaze forevermore
So fall in lust with me, and let me be
The mistress once again who rules supreme
For love devoid of lust is killing me
Bring back to bed the lust of youthful dream
Jade Celeste
This poem is the cry of many people in long standing relationships. That first fire and passion needs stoking to be keep blazing brightly. When the fire isn't tended to, there is danger in looking elsewhere to find what is lacking.