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Speak words of grace that style grand good,
Prize profound peace that mellows quest;
Etch in fond face a vibrant mood,
Charm in deep ease true wit and jest;
Indulge firm heart what mind now knows,
Apt calm embrace of precious writes;
Live a stern start that frames fine show,
Reap in this space deep thoughts love cites;
Instruct your will to favour fate,
Truth anchors trust in give and take;
Use how you feel to dare relate,
Art creams the crust that is not fake;
Live rituals well that fashion joy,
Sense special spells in sacred ploys.
Leon Enriquez
10 May 2018
Hamlet Place, ACT
A feeling that gets me feeling the greatest
flipping through songs that make me feel like I'm going to make it
I can sit back, chill & relate with
The sun goes up & the moon goes down
I know I have not yet reached the rooftops every day, but I'm sure not Touching the ground.
Have much to believe in, but do I believe it or not?
My mind keeps racing while my face is stuck
Then my eyes close shut
Zoning in & out of conscious
Deep thoughts on how I was born into the sickness of the world
Will I sit back & die from it or live past it?
I'm feeling it
The high I get from life
That grew into my life
Feeling like everything is alright
If I die tonight, my soul will be already dancing around the starlights
I had a cruel summer, but I'm going to enjoy my chill winter nights
Reaching new heights
The comfort is just right
My mind is in the clouds
My body has slowed down
I Lay gently into a dream & in my dream, I never wake up from my dream
Lost in it all
The sky, the galaxy & everything in-between
-In my zone
I have to say yes or no?
What happened to me?
Nowadays seemed like we've been wondering
All the stages of efficacy and not
Not to think I been like this
Changes...
Let me hear your wide adornment
Your deep thoughts
For my life so adamant
Twas you've never come back
Oh why? Why I been like this?
The moon could not tell
It's either fate nor how the way I sailed
From forth
But I hear you whispering
Of all those things
But I have to say yes?
It's enough that we've been collided once
I did all of my efforts just to be the...
Nicest
Prettiest
Loveliest
Bravest
More than you'll know
It was the same era of living
Now changes happens
And it was never like what I've done before
We're like the script of dramatis and personae
All angles of stages and play
Somewhere like we're died in there.
I suppose it wouldn't be that bad to star in a cheesy tv show if the show was about cheese.
Careful what you order in the Korean noodle shop. It might arrive with mayonnaise on top.
Why are there no great InCel stand-up comics? And people say feminists aren't funny.
Ever heard of "Story Mapping"? Apparently it's a cult thing. A box of air for which people pay money.
"Come meet Baby Kim!" said the invite. Brought little knitted slippers. Turned out it was a kimberly monitor lizard.
Maybe covid virus can be spread by our ears. Do not go out without earplugs! Also, do not drop your pants in public.
I thought I saw Johnny Depp downtown, wearing a girly hat. But it was Jennifer Tilly.
Phantom Slippers of Thoughts
Without soul nourishment our spirits shall wither and die.
Words are a mere instrument, but can reflect truth to power.
Of our faith within love and understanding—truth begs mercy,
Whilst melting honey-sweet crystals kiss thy soft warm cheeks.
We dream and bathe inside the sun’s most radiant gift of desire.
Cool waters of divine creation lovingly quench this desert fire,
And the haunting spectre of death shall never be an end to us!
Winds of such deep-thoughts softly and sweetly sting at once,
When I show you a mirror-image of what our destiny can be.
Adrift in storms of fervid emotions I give in now to your love.
I see a temple of beauty I once bowed down to under your gaze,
As your red-hot daggers strike deepest cords in this coldest breeze.
Now holding hands sunlight-sparkled with you inside this dream,
This heartfelt satisfaction’s worth more than all the world’s gold!
Riches fall from Heaven now in shining jewels of misted pearls,
Whilst I walk alone in deepest thoughts in my blue suede shoes.
Living-loving inside a sole-soul of dreams—true and unbounded,
I hear songbirds whistle and whisper in such joy by God’s grace.
Our souls may nourish themselves on the eternal power of our love.
With God as our witness—we fear not what death shall bring to us,
For our love and true destiny exist far beyond this mortal world!
Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid, A Collaborated Poem
Copyright © All Rights Reserved – May 15, 2016
(Free Verse)
God's most beautiful guardian angels come down,
they descend from the heavens, each one in white gown;
with their spirit, they guide me...my heart, soul, and mind.
These sweet, gentle white angels embrace me; I find
I can see them but often are blurs undefined;
angels lead me, are with me through my every day.
I can see them in beauty of life's sweet ballet
every new day unfolds with its bright morning ray
until nighttime delivers dark sky, stars, and Moon.
I can feel them nearby when I'm writing, commune
with their spirit, my deep thoughts instinctively tune
in their river of insights where artistry streams.
And wherever I am, within night or daydreams,
inspiration flows from them in glorious beams
glowing warm, kindling bright for my choices to see.
God's most beautiful creatures of angels help me;
both when seen and when hidden they fly, guarantee
angel love and direction...sunup till sundown.
With their spirit, they guide me...my heart, soul, and mind.
Angels lead me, are with me through my every day
until nighttime delivers dark sky, stars, and Moon.
In their river of insights where artistry streams,
glowing warm, kindling bright for my choices to see,
angel love and direction...sunup till sundown.
Sandra M. Haight
~First Place~
Premiere Contest: Crown Of Couplets
Sponsor: Catie Lindsay
Judged: 07/30/2016
Anapestic Tetrameter
12 syllables and 4 feet per line
The story starts last year
I had you as my friend
I had it all, you want me more
I trusted you again
You came along wearing angel’s smile
Was thrilled back then
You took me faster and
Grabbed the game of sabotage
I never saw it flashing
Would not so expected it
I underestimated who I was
troubling with
I had to know that she was
player played me like a numb
Now every story made feel like
I’m the worst and dumb
She’s better actress
Wearing a mask
She’s my tragedy, no!
She’s better known telling things
that can cause to madness
So she’s going to find
Cleaning her name when stains on
I won’t play with games
with you again
She should bear in mind, better bear in mind
There is nothing trust left
Unfriending you right now
She looks my life like shining gold
She needed me again
I gave it all, she wanted more
Find it’s so overrate
I think her presence bit so scary
and it’s troubling
She thinks I’m smart for I can
write deep thoughts from my mind
Sophisticated thoughts are things
that you want to know
But pushing people down is thing
that you want to do
Oh did they tell you that you’re
best in making world fool?
No amount of money can stepped
to your ill dignity
She’s better actress
Wearing a mask
She’s my tragedy, no!
She’s better known telling things
that can cause to madness
So she’s going to find
Cleaning her name when stains on
I won’t play with games
with you again
She should bear in mind, better bear in mind
There is nothing trust left
Unfriending you right now
A small dog (possibly irish)
fights a dandelion seed as it puffs upward
on a gentle breeze.
Pin sharp teeth snap at near misses.
I am unleashed walking around a park pond
the earth trembles with deep thoughts.
Father Thomas in his long black priestly frock
is riding an electric scooter.
He is smiling at me and nodding as if he knows me.
He doesn't, but I know him,
and I am not sure about the guy.
The sun is rolling out of a bed of clouds,
young mothers are showing up pushing strollers.
The infants toddle as they ride with their eyes closed.
They are dream-walking in their ears.
Five yellow ducklings dibble and dabble on a calm surface
They sound like lost kittens as they call.
An adult Mallard has its head underwater
its bottom tail feathers upended.
The yellow line of ducklings dibble and babble faster
as they converge upon the hope of being found.
Joggers are arriving in packs.
Soon this place will buzz and swarm,
kids will shout out 'mummy, mummy, mummy'
for no reason at all
and then it will all go quiet.
Guest lists will be compiled, reservation booked
for more perambulations, but for now
the throng disperses one by one
each in thoughtful solitude.
Dreams are built of tomorrows forseen,
The children of Hope and Desire.
Dreams grow strong on the fare of deep thoughts;
Are tempered to greatness in passion's bright fire.
Knowledge guides dreams to their birth;
We judge both our own, and others' worth
By what we seek and what we wish to be
As we briefly sojourn on this Earth.
We come this way awhile to learn,
Between the vast dark at either end.
Our teachers lead us with their light,
Counsel us as friend to friend.
They too march on in their search for meaning,
Feeding our dreams as we roam.
We find our paths together in the searching,
As in the end, we bring one another home.
When you can sow words together and produce the finest poems
Like Armani turning a piece of clothing into a designer suit
When you put rhymes to verses and touch hearts
Like Pablo Picasso putting final touches to a piece of Art work
When you rouse emotion just by stringing the right words together
Like Beethoven or Marshall hitting the right notes on a sonata
Oh, when pour out your heart and soul with fervent passion
And spread deep thoughts just with the words you write
You keep the world in equilibrium and keep many a heart alive
Your words heal, comforts and reflect the pain of many lost souls
That is what you do, when you are a poet!