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This-
This tableau of
Mental images, of
Fixed scenes, this
“Battle of Egos” is
Relentlessly looping
In my mind.
An annual gathering of kith and kin
Created a backdrop of statue-like characters
Blindly unaware of a
Crisis stirring.
Off to the side, there are the mothers,
Pillars of love for their sons,
Paralyzed with the knowledge that they are helpless,
Helpless as they watch
The conflict unfolding.
There-
There are the Fathers and Sons-
Distant and deaf to each other, who, in their inability to Set aside their own sense of rightness and wrongness,
Reach a point of no return.
A plea, from one, is given, but seen as a
Challenge from the other, and the whole
Facade of civility collapses.
With faces frozen and actions rigid,
Rage and resolve coalesce.
Fearful and dauntless, fathers confront sons and sons their fathers, and in that absolute moment
Familial roles shift.
Everything - everything is different, yet
Nothing changes.
Rooted and unmoved, egos remain.
So much is lost.
Nothing-
Nothing is gained.
BLESSING IN SHOWER
Adoring blessings of my gene to own skill and talent.
Bliss of my life blessed by parents, and grandparents
Carrying blessings of Nature: Livelihood to maintain.
Dauntless I proceed directed by my blessed brain.
Enthusiasm and ardor are the blessings from flowers to bloom.
Fountains offer blessing of dynamic optimism driving out gloom.
Glow of Moon bestowing blessing of placid mirth.
Holy soul blesses me to follow righteous path.
I feel grateful to born as human being: Blessing of evolution
Joy in life is blessed by my spirited heart showing solution.
Kindness and compassion are blessings of emotive urge to deploy
Love is the most graceful blessing of emotions to enjoy.
Mountain blesses me firmness and rigid strength.
New venture blessed by sprouting the seeds of faith.
Opulence of blessings cascading on me for survival
Passion and progress are blessed by inherent instinct, ancestral.
Quenching thirsts of wisdom by blessing of mystery of Universe
Roaring ocean waves bless giving thrust in work to disperse.
Sky has blessed me an open unbiased free mind
Trees bless me patience and confidence entwined.
Unlimited energy is the blessing of vibrant Sun: I surrender.
Vitality and vigor blessed by lightning flashes and thunder
Wind blesses me liveliness to inhale, my privilege.
Xenia is my quality blessed by traditional heritage.
Youthful stamina all along is blessing of stars doing favor
Zest and Zeal are the blessings of restless ripples of river.
Note. Xenia - Guest-Friendship
07/25/20
'YOUR RHY-ME ' Contest by Brian Strand
When people face great danger
without retreating- oh this is courage!
It takes bravery and a dauntless spirit to endure
in times of adversity. I have the guts
when it really counts.
It also takes great fortitude
and firmness and strength of mind
and resolution to speak up for what you believe.
It is the tenacity to just keep going,
I will never claim defeat.
It is the nerve and pluckiness
to take a risk in life- oh this is courage!
I have buried all my beloved and still I go on.
Deep inside me is a fire burning
and I just rise above.
I have seen things on the news,
people whose lives are totally destroyed,
yet they pick up the pieces- oh this is courage!
And this thing called courage, I think
has many, many names.
___________________________
December 12, 2016
Poetry/Free Verse/Oh, This Is Courage
Copyright Protected, ID 16-857-475-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Courage
sponsor, John Hamilton
Fourth Place
She felt his presence by her side
Her first reaction – unimpressed.
She turned her head, a toss of hair,
The situation she assessed.
Maybe it was the dauntless smile
Perhaps the wicked twinkling eyes
The self-assurance in his poise...
Do warning bells ever suffice?
She sipped her drink and options weighed
He praised her looks and wispy gown
His flavoured words - delicacy
Her guard she weakly lowered down.
Till late at night beneath the stars
They danced to music, hands on hips
If ever doubts had crossed her mind
Erased they were by burning lips.
She found him suave and debonair
His face, ethereal, divine
Attentive eyes looked deep within
His lips still tasted of sweet wine.
The music played; he held her tight
Each sense alive and needing more
She whispered breathlessly to him,
"There's more to me you must explore."
Behind closed doors, he lay her down
And kissed each part that he undressed
Before her nakedness was shown
Her face he tenderly caressed.
"I will not take what is not mine;
You will not be a one night stand."
"My love," she said with bated breath,
You'll guide my life; I'll guide your hand."
A Callman Collaboration (Paul Callus and Eileen Manassian)
I look to the sky at the clouds drifting,
they float, billow, changing shape and shifting;
clouds remind me of life's diversity,
of the good times and the adversity.
And life . . . like a cloud never stays the same,
living is like a dauntless gambling game;
hold a cloud still or lost beauty reclaim.
It is just impossible to achieve,
words and thoughts impossible to retrieve;
but we still hold on . . . and memories weave.
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March 03, 2023
Poetry/Rhyme/Clouds Are Like Life
Copyright Protected, ID 03-1529-207-03
All Rights Reserved,2023, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Each Passing Cloud
sponsor, JCB Brul, Judged 03/18/2023
First Place
Winter’s cold chill cuts through my chin.
Within its bleak and brazen embrace,
My brisk days are turned brief and barren.
They are lengthened into sordid sepulchral insomniac nights.
I slither and slip and am hurled into hibernation.
Once I stood with you immune to wanton winter’s wild whiplash.
You wrapped me warm from the wrath of winter’s whirlwind.
Our life moved in homogeneous harmony.
With one glaring glance from you, my heart hummed halcyon tunes.
I danced blissfully in tandem to your sweet soulful songs.
Your luminous, lambent light shone brightly,
Blazing the dark and desolate caves and crevices within me.
Now I stand and stay rooted like the trunk of a leafless tree,
Giving no shelter or shade to anyone.
With despondent dread and disappointment,
I watch the sap and serum in me going dry,
And the feathers on my wings wilt and wither like dead leaves.
With the flaming fire put out, winter has brashly barged into my life.
My lips once so eloquent now have fallen still and silent.
All the words I have carefully gleaned and garnered,
Have slipped and slid into a bottomless abyss, never to be heard again.
My lulling lyrics are replaced with the reverberating refrains of a lament.
An icy crystallization is speedily spreading,
Through my sentient soul like an ache, I have never known.
Grey cumulus clouds of pain have rolled into steal,
All light, luster and luminosity from my bright sky.
Now my world has cracked and crumbled into a bleak void of grey.
I twitch and tremble in cold as you have withdrawn your warmth.
A late realization has now daringly dawned outside my door.
I am not to perish and putrefy in this cold,
But be dauntless and dashing to fight, thaw and tread my way,
Battle the intense cold in flaming, flaring fires.
After every frosty and freezing winter, other seasons will arrive .
Summer is an inviolable and unassailable power within,
And in its warmth I can vanquish the chilling cold.
I shall wake up with a syrupy sweet song in my lips
And find myself in the luminous light of a dawning day!
Suddenly everybody was awaken by the strong tremors
of the early April's earthquake...walls falling all around them,
dust suffocating them as they ran out to the debris-covered streets;
with no slippers and shoes on their cold feet;
people of all ages with their robes and pajamas on...screaming,
running scared with horror-stricken faces, not wanting
to be buried alive and actually die in the rubble!
L'aquila, the mighty, has crumbled into the dust,
and by the dauntless spirit of its people, it must be rebuilt:
as it arose from destruction and returned to dazzle;
the earthquakes that preceded were unpredictable,
but this one was announced by a concerned scientist,
who warned of the disaster, but authorities ridiculed him and didn't heed
the warning, but rather called him an imbecile!
O L'aquila, unless your bells hadn't rung, not everyone could have been told!
This medieval town of L'Aquila was besieged by armies,
but they never conquered it and its invincibility angered its enemies;
now, it is crumbling, shaken by the fury of the inclement Nature;
devastation is seen everywhere: churches with a toppled bell tower
or cupola...castles and historic buildings heavily damaged;
corpses strewn along the dusty streets...people searching for survivors:
digging with their bare hands to save lives, and some are found alive!
O L'Aquila, highest eagle on this devastated hill, see all the tears shed!
A dog, limping and bleeding, seems lost among dusty stones and faces not so recognizable,
is he looking for his owner; and over two-hundred fifty bodies not yet excavated...
how can he find him? By Heaven's mercy, someone lead him to the piles of rubble,
to let him sniff in the spot where he is buried...hoping he'll be alive, not dead!
And why should everyone despair?...Isn't life worthier than those lost art treasures?
L'Aquila, the mighty, has crumbled into the dust and light is erased from the taciturn sky;
I weep like others, and my lamentation echoes in the doomed valley when peace was audible!
O L'aquila, more glory awaits you: arise from the ruins and your greatness won't fade away!
This poem is dedicated to the unfortunate people of L'aquila and those of the surrounding
villages that were devastated by the earthquake of early April.
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
GABLE’S ETERNAL LOVE
Frankly my dear, I don’t give a...
After all, my true love fell with wings!
No twig nor heifer could compare…
This screwball comic welcomed dawn,
dauntless in a restless time of war.
Fatter pockets than a king,
she raised two mill, on a war bond tour.
~ That’s my girl, my wife ~
My darling angel's final performance on earth.
Today, I watch her on screen, often without sound.
~ I know each word by heart ~
I want to see her red lips act,
her silent timing classic.
~ To be or not to be - fate chose ~
I lie my head upon her grave,
Neither Sylvia nor Kay console me.
Carole could not be upstaged.
~ My black and blue, blood so cold ~
1/11/2017
6th Place
Multiple Placements
Sponsor:Broken Wings
Valentine – Form D contest
Dramatic Monologue
Line 1: From movie “Gone With The Wind”
Line 7: “mill” short for million
Line 14: Lombard’s last movie: “To Be Or Not To Be”
Line 16: Wives after Carole Lombard
We trudge through life for unworthy causes,
and quite often it's too much of a great risk
to outlive those hardships and come out victorious;
but it's in fighting that we regain our lost strenght...
We build treasures
and see in them glimpses of restlessness,
never dauntless courage:
only to realize our bitter disppointments;
and the smallest victory seems
only a delusive dream,
falsely envisioned and capable
of drawing us to its realm...
Why should we take
the taunted mystery out of divination?
To make us aware of our realities
so riddled with self-doubt,
which won't require explanations,
considering only the ones worth-keeping
by simply avoiding those less-promising!
Will we be guided by a sense of intuition?
Rise above your pretentious state,
spark and enhance your aspirations;
and take in consideration
the truthful words of a wise man,
"Life can be a nurturing mother from within...
always giving us dauntless courage!"
Achievements are the fruit of planted dreams,
where the relentless and unrivaled spirit expresses
its emotions through fairness and truth;
and whenever a misguided soul
wanders off into the remotest darkness:
it will die without having felt
or possessed any significant worth!
And being held captive and deprived
of the simplest joys that ignite tears,
it will have no other reason to avenge!
And,all in all,it had wished
to have sought dauntless courage...
NO FEAR , MY DEAR !
Fear is a damn liar,
Always showing fake fire!
Have strength to overcome.
Willpower to welcome.
Remove your Fear Factor,
building a bold character.
Hold firm faith and strong view.
Self confidence to rescue.
Apprehending False Fear
Don’t make a pause, My Dear !
Act dauntless, make progress.
Being frightened, not to regress.
Fear is a continued obstacle
Don’t sit idle hoping miracle.
Trouble turns mischievous,
coated by Fear : Fictitious.
Fear is an evil messenger
Skilled to fabricate danger.
Fear shouldn’t get any entry.
Allow Courage to enter free.
01/18 / 23
Fear is Liar.
Second Place
Contest by Sotto Poet