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The I Am

As the essence of water
I am flowing over the entire world
I've power of over flowing
Absorbs me the sand;
Absorbs me the mud,
But I survive easily in them
I live long into them as vivacious life

The Fire burn all
But I can defeat them
With the power of cover
Hold the fire in my cold harbor

The air rules over me
Constrain me hither to thither
But I am everywhere staying as detectable
The air hidden into me as invisible

Wanted I am in dark!
I want to see the dark
But dark is not visible to me,
I want to hear but dark is not audible,
I want to feel it
But nothing I find to feel as constituent
I want to touch lonely,
Not even at this touching point
I am hopeless.
I want to devour it
Helpless I am also here,
Now I am coming on me-
To meditate on it
‘O failure chaser' the dark said-
‘You are a fool of sight,
Have no power in your eyes,
For the light of sun,
For the lit of moon,
For the burning brightness of fire
You see; you see all.'
‘O failure' the dark said-
‘There is no dark
I am the essence of your entity from the beginning
You are raw existence of the genesis
Open you inner eyesight; look there is no dark,
What you do not see that is for your absent of inner eyesight! ‘

- March 04,2018 Chittagong


Because You Are Dense

A story of suffering, two people you know
one of them close, the other not so
a painful experience mutual for both
you made about you and off your head blows 

missing the point and taking offence 
it included close family and one of his friend 
somehow about you making you tense 
respond to me rudely because you are dense 

Preconceived notions see this acceptable 
I'm rude to your rudeness but yours aint detectable 
with me it's acceptable to show no respect at all 
you made it about you and now you're upset you fool

My story, my suffer, it was not about you,
some people are stupid, but what can you do 
they upset themselves and justify too 
the brain doesn't work, it just never grew
© Nick Trim  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Infliction In Action

INFLICTION IN ACTION

        Infliction silent or sonorous,
        disguised or detectable
         run parallel with journey of life.
                                                                 
        Sterile born clad in innocence
       through childhood carrying painful experience.
       Me confronting hostile domestic front
        devoid of Mom’s affection and care.
       A helpless resistless powerless child
       grinded in grave gravels of neglect and disregard.
 
        Counted my days to reach adulthood
         to escape from antagonistic atmosphere
        searching at least a peaceful sphere to roam
        in a sweet home.
      
         Worked vigorous taking life as challenge.
        Proceeded as lone fighter, life to arrange.
       Thanks to my nature holding hope and courage. 
                                                                 
         Met my desired goal.
         Performed own successful role
         guided by my sublime soul,
         honoring Dad as my idol.
         
        Enjoyed life and love
       Shocked on infliction to observe.                 
       yet only pleasant things cannot recur
       Constriction- infliction will occur.
       
     Till heart pulsates, infliction will make upset. 
     But at least delicate defenseless childhood 
      should be exempted.

                                                                
   08/10/ 20


   'Inflictions'  Contest by Silent One.

DREAMS WITHIN DREAMS

DREAMS WITHIN DREAMS

I’d just assumed that dreams were in one dimension
But last night, I dreamed that I was dreaming again
Looking back at it now, I know that it sounds insane
But as a world within a world, it can addle the brain
Yet in either dream, there was no detectable tension

For some, it’s hard to separate a dream from reality
And for a few, rare to know if they dreamed at all
Like finding oneself observing at a masquerade ball
With your entrance made through a crumbling wall
But a single dream, however strange, is not plurality

To many, such weird claims might deserve contempt
Just how many planes of a dream can there really be
But explaining it to oneself is never as simple as ABC
As in any dream state the brain can always float free
Yet who can truly remember all of the layers dreamt
Form: Rhyme

7 Dimes...

”...daughter dear come sit and play
I’ve drawn a star to show the way
Here are the dimes, one for each day
From point to point, place them all I say.”

”... a wallet and a watch…”
Time is moving and I’m to catch!
Forth dime placed on the One to match!
How, and how now to fetch the rest….

”... spectacles …” spectacular tactics
Respectable… the genuine articles
Detectable… ” a thinking machine ”... 
Never giving up, even in her teens…

”... this test tickles…” she said
Sugar plum dimes dancing in her head
”... Rudolf, there’s a read to know…”
Red lights lead the way through snow…
Deals were made in the long ago.

Now I’m One and soon to be Two
Seven dimes placed and a penny in my shoe.
© Izzy Gumbo  Create an image from this poem.
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Premium Member Traces

One evening, much like any other
striated feathers of pinks, and deepest primrose
colored the clouds with facets of light, tapering inward
Traces of gold between each color, as deep and clear as the sages

The red sun overhead, had grown weary with seasons,
and did not seem to notice that we were mother and child

Whispering sounds of emerald breezes
did not label me wise, nor her naive'
We were two who walked equally, side by side

She lifted her voice,
and spoke with an eloquence I had not heard before,
and it was just as the twilight calls to the stars....
so that they will know just what to do

Young spruces stood bolt upright,
every twig stiff with interest, 
and with deep respect at her every word
as if they were watching transformation in tandem, 
an exchange so delicately detectable 

And in one clinging moment to the other,
one of us was letting go of childhood, 
and one was letting go of the child

Both of us looking to the sky for recognition

I watched the sycamore shed, beneath its load of yellow, rust and gold
Letting them quietly go, without remorse

while I did the same
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Jump Start My Heart

Jump Start My Heart



The pulse is barely detectable growing weaker every second
Oxygen, breath of life so thin the moment he went through the glass
Emergency, emergency, code red means critical care needed
Emergency, emergency more time the monitors have pleaded

Through double hissed air lock doors the gurney comes to rest
Only if time gave a little bit more to save these eyes from death
Emergency, emergency critical DOA arrival for the morgue to receive
Emergency, emergency donor card active what organs can we retrieve

Systematic checks and tests to match up with lists of lives who bleed
Cross referenced and graphed a positive match for a heart in need
Emergency, emergency redirect the gurney into operation room 9
Emergency, emergency start to finish we only have a few hours time

The DOA lays bared, incisions everywhere, the largest in mid chest
The helicopter awaits, a panic state, flying a cooler way out west
Emergency, emergency clinging to life left with little chance
Emergency, emergency the EKG is flat as death gets a transplant

Life anew stitched in, arteries in stints, preparing to revive a heart
All plugged in, wired skin, electrical pulses give life a jump start
Emergency, emergency failed revival on the first three tries
Emergency, emergency on the fourth life beats to opening eyes




Written for contest: "Wake Up My Heart" 11/04/17
WON 1ST PLACE IN CONTEST RESULTS

Premium Member The Silence of a Broken Heart

The fear of losing you is real
It’s in the countless daily moments
Of a diagnosis still echoing in our ear
A verdict forever stuck in our throat

Maybe better to know but at what cost
Trying to keep illness at bay
Aggressive the counter attack
Life never to be the same

Dark thoughts still lurk uninvited
As sometimes your eyes tear up
With no detectable provocation
And in the hush of night when all is quiet

The silence seems unbearable
Within the shadow of a broken heart
So we strive to live each day
As though life is the gift it is



AP: Honorable Mention 2026, Honorable Mention 2020

Submitted on August 5, 2019 for contest ONE IN FOUR sponsored by JOSEPH MAY  -  RANKED 3RD

Fame?

;Put a flame to it baby inflame the eyes
FAME is a game of the Lovers disguise
Licks of temptation to the back of heels
Arc in rotation sings a living deal Love
Me! A Lover steals in the night a sight
Eternal delight and peels… ever so and
gently slow reveals a flowing glow.ing
organ turning to adore, yearning fore.
play.... in orgasmic ways
screaming in the wind delicious in
Visible, the touch of a mind
Insatiably delectably easily detectable…
No Fame in a knot but a hottie Flame.IS
... a SuPer.LuminNaughty. Human . ;)~
Fire
Loves
Air in the heART
MatTer is the Water of our
EarTh. Write tHere…is a bit of
SHe.MALE…
© Izzy Gumbo  Create an image from this poem.
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3

Let me be predictable

and say three is a trinity

" ... detectable ..."

The Fathers

who found her

on the "check"

"... her whiteboard..."

respectable

and their patience

undeniable

where they play

is in the lining

between silver clouds

that God laid

fOur the finding...

" ... she can see ..."

and believe Me...

I can and I do

said a Pen

to her right

and then in the left

her feather began

"... it's the script..."

and in the hand

of an Ancient

as yet Unseen

"... soft sounds..."
on her paper, she's 
Hear to Begin...

"... welcome, to the tour..."
© Izzy Gumbo  Create an image from this poem.

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