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My thoughts breath, like a wave from the deep,
Some are fleeting and breaking too soon.
Others grow steady, becoming bigger than big,
With all of the help from the moon.
And just like a wave, that's out in the deep,
I can't tell which idea is the best.
My ideas are confused about where they are heading,
Like a wave heading east or due west.
To the shore my thoughts head, gaining momentum,
Coming together directly to land.
And like a great set of waves breaking to beach,
They wash up all over the sand.
The waves of my thoughts, from the deep they do come,
Some are huge and some are mundane.
I like my ideas that are perfect rip curls, I wonder,
Are your thoughts kind of the same?
Sometimes, when it rains
I like to sit alone and watch the rain
Listing to the pouring rain's beats
With no stress, no deep thoughts and no pain
Sometimes when it rains
The winds keep knocking on my door
The rain starts to dance behind my window
They don't want to stop and want to dance more
Sometimes when it rains
The soil is not thirsty and no longer dry
The flowers begin to bloom
The bees are hiding, they don't want to fly
Sometimes when it rains
The birds go back to their nests
Feeding their children with love
Protecting them from the rain with their chests
Sometimes when it rains
The blood is running faster through my vein
Suddenly I'm feeling so amazingly high
Like crazy I take off my shoes and dance under the rain
*This is an entry for the contest: ‘She sits alone’, Sponsored by Eve Roper.
*The poem is required to be written to go with the painting Eve painted.
One last kiss
She rests in the moment of deep thoughts filled with peace
Her long eye lashes shut, to feel everything in her heart increase
Finally, she has found her love, as if the skies opened up for her
With delicate braided hair, the rest free flowing, her soul does stir
With an awakening that greets her, as she sits in calm silence
She imagines holding his hand forever, such tender guidance
His gentle touch was always savored deep within her mind
She knows there is nothing more out there for her to find
She is no longer alone, as the golden sun rises upon her today
She hears his footsteps coming closer, as he approaches her way
She is relaxed and content as she feels the warmth on her face
She sighs with slightly parted lips, in this peaceful, quiet, place
She is ready to embrace him, while she is surely not to miss
His welcomed return to her, always as if it is …one last kiss
Heidi Sands
8/4/17
*Placed 1st in Contest: She sits alone/to go with Eve's painting
This one goes out to a special poetry souper.
Dedicated to an unknown rhythmic ink trooper.
Her poetic pen is mightier than any sword,
she cares not for attention nor craves to be adored.
Not a daily poster, but like petals her words grow,
releasing deep thoughts like tranquil rivers flow.
Pouring out pain, portraying a life full of commotion,
she's never afraid to reveal deep repressed emotion.
Nonchantly, composing sonnets, prose and monorhymes.
A 'free verse' soul with a pure gift, ahead of the times.
Sometimes her humour can lead to hysterics.
Other times her words sing like melodic song lyrics.
From undefined uncertainties to unseen and unheard,
they're relatable verses, reflected through sentiments stirred.
Elegant as a redolent rose with that Midas touch.
Her art is like a masterpiece that needs no retouch.
Needs not hide behind metaphors to create her poetry.
Hails from an island of sapphire skies and turquoise sea.
I know her journey has faced a mountain of adversity
and living among devious souls has caused controversy.
Despite the darkness, she glows like a lantern at night.
In times of trouble, always finds the willpower to write.
When torment arrives, stabbing my heart with spears,
she's always there to ensure my mind's not full of fears.
A honest heart with the modest grace of a pacifier.
Has formed a legacy of an unassuming versifier.
Like a peacock spreading beauty - flamboyantly.
For me, the Aura of Rhymes is poetic royalty.
The Winding Road
She walked a winding road, encompassed by dark trees,
at first, with apathy and deep thoughts far away;
but soon stopped short with consternation as the breeze
whispered unearthliness in such unnatural sway.
Two paths appeared...her predilection was to veer,
with reverence, towards the right, which made it clear...
God's grace spared condemnation of her life that day.
November 6, 2018
Premiere Contest: 7 Lines, 7 Words
Sponsor: Lu Loo
Rhyme Scheme: A-B-A-B-C-C-B
Required words appear in bold print.
Come late November- cool, crisp days,
and lawns, carpeted with crimson leaves,
stir sweet nostalgia- as this time returns-
promising that Thanksgiving is soon here.
Deep thoughts awaken memories of how
true blessings filled my year; good health
for me and family. I offer humbled thanks,
praising God- for His watchful, loving care.
Grateful for strong family ties; being close
is such a gift. How we love to celebrate
together, mostly holidays, making life a joy
each Fall- beginning with Thanksgiving Day.
So fortunate to share ideas, with children
and grandchildren- they now are all adults-
having much to grant- to take and give-
teach and learn as well, as a loving family.
Lastly, and very soon- to finally visit my sweet
great-granddaughter- apart so many months-
honoring quarantines; to hold her in my arms
again- the dearest gift of all! Thank you, Lord!
November 6, 2020
Premiere Contest: Thanksgiving
Sponsor: Regina McIntosh
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
Mindfulness meditation
through deep thoughts
a intellectual journey
Take your reflection to next level
hone your moral compass
find the inner peace
Recognizing the value of life
the art of deep thinking is not lost
We have too many worries in life
Challenge yourself
discover various perspectives
simply becoming better human
Old animals
When my dog got old, she liked to sit
Beside me on the sofa when I watched Tv.
If I turned the volume up, she grumbled
it disturbed her snoozing.
She became contemplative, apparently
in deep thoughts.
Does a dog know that life is not unlimited?
Can a dog dream of the past how fun it was?
chasing rabbits in the wood.
Or does a dog only live in the now?
Some dog owners put their elderly dogs down
saying they will not see their pets suffer.
Balderdash, they do this because an old dog
is no longer playful and attractive.
Old dogs need more help to get up on the sofa
and are, sometimes,
incontinent.
Get a puppy, oh, so charming happy children
running in the grass.
A voice whispered at 1 am.
As I sit alone at the worn gates of Yesterday
Looking through the Past's
White painted windows
Unafraid
Lost in deep thoughts as I watch once lost memories
Drive past like a new presidential JFK motorcade
Looking closely at the happy and sad games
We once played
You and me
Eventually
Holding hands tightly
Whilst the ungodly
Gossiping band
Loudly played
As our Titanic slowly sunk
I can still see
Reflected in your deliciously dark eyes
The night I surrendered
A magical night
I'll always remember
But as all things
In my cursed life
Everything changed as
The metaphorical iceberg struck
And our love slowly drowned as it
Shrunk
That seemingly endless night we once shared
Is it now torn beyond all repair
You were once all I ever needed
And will never forget
But as I still live in here
Wandering through the Alabaster Hall
Of The Great In-Between
I will always write your beloved name
Using beautiful syllables
In my eternal book of spells
Beside other failed dreams
Called
The Grimore of Light
Filled with Dark Regrets
Where you'll forever live
As I sometimes sit at the gates of yesterday
Once again
Wandering through green fields of yellow memories
Still clinging onto fragments of your sensuous silhouette
Somewhere
If you can hear me
I hope our old love
Still in your heart as in mine
Holds forever strong
With memories of me
As it too
Pirouettes
Before it too enters your
Grimore of Light
Filled with Dark Regrets
(C)
Copyright John Duffy