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Colin is a crusader, a knight, a soldier, a champion, a liberator too.
His face is handsome, but well hidden, as are his eyes of lightest blue.
His own mother fears this veiled monster when he enters forest glen.
He looks fierce and angry; who can guess what manner is his whim?
It is a dark and devilish night, and wild dervishes can be felt about.
One scared little eight-year-old spies the knight and gives a tiny shout.
His mother shushes him, for soldiers are feared not admired in these days.
Too many horrible battle stories have come which negate the old praise.
Most of the men folk have been killed, which is why women are here.
Crouching behind oak trees, hugging their babies, living in mortal fear.
The champions have taken more than their share of a toll on their town.
They are afraid of this knight, holding their breath, keeping eyes down.
Where is Liberia Hunnicutt? He demands in a fierce, killing way.
No one speaks, for Liberia is their friend, each and every sweet day.
If something happens to her, they may starve, come totally undone.
So no one speaks, not knowing that this is Colin, her eldest fine son.
I was five years old;
it was my first encounter with death
there, in the funeral parlor.
I did not understand anything about death-
but I knew my uncle was inside that box;
my mama’s brother, and son of my grandparents.
He had served in World War II;
a pilot in the Air Force, who had completed
many heroic missions.
Now, he was in that box.
But then I was just a little girl;
lots of sobbing and moaning-
family- not wanting that box closed!
I remember the anguish, hysterics-
my mama, my grandparents, and that box;
they would not let my family open it,
to see him one last time.
There was a flag on it; military men
guarded it closely, and it stayed tightly shut.
The fear of that box has haunted me
all through my life.
My little girl's inner voice always asked,
"What mystery was inside that box?"
"Why wouldn't they open it?"
"Was something horrible in there?"
I got older and began to think;
perhaps that box was empty, or
what was inside should not be seen?
But still, the feeling remained.
Death, and that box held the missing truth
about our first casualty of war-
never to be known; our loved one,
never to be seen again- at least,
not on this Earth.
But every year I pray to say-
"dear Uncle, thank you for your service."
Disbelief was the scorn of the unbelievers
who once derided and judged others;
they didn't love whoever disagreed,
never forgave and showed kindness...
unless they became similar in kind!
That wonderful thing about us
is that we don't hesitate or avoid to express
love and be kind in words and deeds;
does anyone regret being honest,
clearing the water after a horrible tempest
that brought redemption to their revengeful act?
We don't expect a string of miracles,
often times conceited egos make us err,
separate good intentions from the bad ones,
estranging us from reality, listening to the roar
of destructive winds and not take cover;
why is wisdom not heeded when one in danger?
That wonderful thing about us
make us humble and more human, not feeling
alone under a night sky without moonlight or stars;
if darkness frightens, there's little hope for light:
pluck up the courage and gladly look forward morning,
it will come unexpectedly and will make you sing
restoring faith in yourself and other things that bring delight!
Strobe lightning flashes
when midnight strikes home
Blades of grass whistling
signals the brutal winter wind
that follows harshly
Shady shallow creatures
crawl out of their shells of unfinished business
Growls of hunger rising to wails of one banshee cry
She calls out death warnings
so loved ones --"Be aware!"
A lost soul roams the land of the living
In shadows
She sees through her red misted eyes
The worldly vices
devouring darkness
the heart burns wrenching
In your haunting shrieks
Distant drumming war
looming inside battlegrounds
Memories fall back in time dungeons
opening gates to past nightmares
Overflowing with treacheries and calculating minds
Justice only works on one side of the coin
Flipping the truth --"Freedom is gone!"
In a fleeting moment
a thought howls in revelation
Love could stall an action
deeply pains the heart that has gone cold
Governing rule sheds teary clouds
knots start twisting inside
Embroidering a story within a story
paints a transparent veil
Damaging a system where lies corrupt and poison brews
To occupy someone's space falsely
Death must surely follow
Buys them a future right without destinies spark
Spawn of emptiness drains good fuels fire
You’re every dark entity that hates
The Light of who you are shines faceless true and true
So envy crowns nothing in the end
Unrhymed Ballad style in 8-line stanzas
a co written piece with myself and Angeline Lim
The crown of thorns
A prayer to no avail
God sacrificed his son -
the most precious thing in life
Suffering
- with death as a consequence
Crucified
- silent spectator at the cross
tears are soundless
When things become wrong -
we cannot ignore the action
There is a humble
rift in the dark
Forgiveness _____
- lead us home
03.02.2023
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
Contest No 1180
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
3rd place in the contest
Easter Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Regina McIntosh
4rd place in the contest
Prisoner Of The Dark
Trapped in a lonesome tomb
Sealed into a world of darkness
He sits and waits for a single beam of light
Sealed windows and doors are his world
Words are not spoken
There is no one there to listen if they were
He did nothing wrong other than trust
He trusted a man who pretended to have honor
Censorship and mental torture
Being made to feel stupid and worthless
For years that was his life
The man took everything he owned and shredded it
Without a thought of how it would hurt
Images and words
Thoughts and dreams all gone at the push of a button
Now all he can do is sit in his black cell
Wondering when he will be free of that man
When he can regain his life
And finally see the light again
My life isn't yours, get away from my way yours
I want to live without yours, my life isn’t from yours
Yeah, a life that comes from God, isn’t like being yours
Life gets me back to yours, to love! to born in yours
Life, give me life, a life! Don't be evil in your life!
I come from you, a creature of you, yours my life!
You created me, why you didn't care about my life??
Life, please, please give me a life, don’t be a stepfather
Someone wants to find the labyrinth in your life – out
Yes, but I can’t get out, get out of this dark life kind
Of evil kind feelings of emotions, suffocating death
You created me, oh Existence! Being! Being!! Of life!
Of a life! Of a suffering nothing kind! Not my castle a life
Your life, oh so kind Life! No, no, you promised this life!
I need that, now! Or I will give back to your life. Bye
Good morning my sunshine of heart
How glorious you look this morning
Bright and shining nothing can compare
You give me joy my heart is light
Your warm touch gives me that feeling
That always makes things better
You banish all that darkens my thoughts
I am light on my feet I can fly
Good evening my moonlight love
I sail into the dark smiling and knowing
You my moonlight love will be there waiting
to embrace me with your glowing love
I lean forward and kiss you
The shimmering light of your love
Surrounds us as our lips touch
My heart radiates like the sun
Your smile is my light
It chases my dark clouds away
No longer do I fear the dark
For your brilliance surrounds me
In this life we love and live together
None can do us apart
Close your eyes I am here
My sunshine heart and moonlight love
Collaboration with Edward McCall
8-23-17
When our eyes first met, in an evening's glow of twilight
the moon was rising, the world disappeared
I saw only you
we enjoyed a calm merriment
as love's breath crossed the unmeasurable distance
where we found a glistening glimmer of sensual glint
no words were spoken, none were needed
your eyes invited an enduring treasured moment of created memory
which will last through the harvest of our day's sweet nectared blossoms
and light the dim-lit nights
of entangled romantic interludes of welcomed fervor
wrapped in the wondrous arms of wonder
found in the silhouette of lovers painted in the moon-lit dark
where our souls reveal their ambrosia, without fear
in love's timeless universe of warm adoring realms of restive emotion
found in the eyes of paradise from our first greeting
when our eyes first met
sundown raised a golden toast to star-shows lovesome muse
vesper's champagne goosebumped in our veins
and filled a vacant streambed with a shifted stream
a plenished ribbon tying the juicy bow of our dewy dream
as sparks rained down we fell like two falling stars
showered in the shimmer of our dark-sky eyes
ready for the heady rush we rushed headlong
tipsy on the musk of jasmine air
a flower tucked behind one ear
petal-soft lips in search of honey sips
with readiness flaunted like an arched red bloom
as shadows supple like summer vines seized the Venus light
costly the mossy mat beneath our sleek backs
while the phlox moon blushed a pinkened swoon with our surrender
when our eyes first met west of sunset
the evening-star star dusted our gaze
I saw only you
as rainbow seasons whirl into December's pearl
hair once raven long since faded to dove
vintage heartbeats called in the past of the hourglass
tipping the balance in the fatality of time
yet-the old night hangs a Yule moon as full
as my arms are of you-still-
I see only you
8/27/21
Thank you, dear poet, dear friend, Susan
for the beauty of your words, the beauty of your heart
both hold me in awe, I am truly inspired by your skill...Frederic
The Vessel pt. 2 - Leviæthan
I
'neath the grim pallor of a Plutonian moon,
Sheltered in the cloak of Phantom's embrace,
A tempest rages within flesh,—entombed
Ash and soot caress expressionless face
II
Deep into that fire peering,
Long she stood there pondering, hearing
Voices, distant,—haunting, searing
'round a pyre—
Shackled bodies, writhe and hiss
Blackened pillars,—listing, burning,
Seize the souls upon them spurning
Faces, obscene,—enticing, stirring,
A sweet longing like unrequited kiss
O' What vile savagery!—provoking,
Her weary flesh into approaching
Weary flesh,—engaged, encroaching
Shorn of tattered garb and ragged stitch
—
Light and shadow, rhythmic’lly dancing,
Upon the flesh— lures her eyes adrift
Wolves hone in,—circling, incanting
Pounce upon prey and bind it swift
III
Lo!
The horror within her mind unfolding,
Lashed to the pyre—
To this pageantry, beholden
Her wail a dirge,—reshaping, remolding,
Their chant with a hex through fervent lips
A darkest machination set in motion,
Soon...
"Soon, I shall be," softly spoken
A hushed mantra into crescendo growing
The throng, strident!—quake like shaking fists
The earth shudders! Parts beneath their feet,
A chasmic yawn of indeterminate deep
Vengeance interred, on the precipice of sleep—
Awakens!
Through arms outstretched, a wind howls and whips
"So, I Shall Be! Reborn! Unbroken!
Take This Flesh And Bone —As A Token!
Payment! An Oath With These Words Spoken!"
Echoing through the endless Abyss
Shadow and flame,—coiling, rising,
Kisses flesh,—unburnt, undying,
Her voice, shrill!—harrowing, climbing,
Shatters the firmament with perfect pitch
Down!—
Down rain the heavens upon the wicked—squealing,
Whose sloughing facades,—smoking, peeling,
Reveal faces, familiar,—cruel, deceiving
Raze and ruin by one decried, "Witch!"
—
Within the veiled darkness sempiternal,
Souls, like dying stars, ignite The Black
Falling embers till bloom inferno,
Long she gazed into the Abyss
—And it smiled back
IV
Through a mirror darkly, her mind unbroken—
Phantom bestows a Faustian gift
Laid to rest—
No epitaph, no words spoken
Upon her brow, placed a gentle kiss