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A grey coloured dusk in a flask of tea that day
and you
With the shaft of sunlight
Both dim and bright
Both the sapling and tall tree
The trio is at breaking the granite in the pen
for a song or two to come out
So that the tower of twilight could be raised
for climbing into the mist
Where you both exist and do not
There is everything or none
Both dusk and dawn
The boatman has disappeared, taking the sun with him
in his cabin
no, not so exactly
You didn't let him
There is the golden bun now on your hair
Languid layers of tales
Lemon in a cup of ale
The split in the dusk
The musk from the grass
The shadow of the horses
The long unused forceps
The hazy roses of the park
Especially in this half light half dark
Come to the lawn
Let us write a poem
That we will read at dawn
The quest of the shaft is on
July 27, 2018
Dusk Or Dawn (New Poems Only) Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Emile Pinet
In the depths of the night, when the stars dim their light and dreams unfurl their wings,
I venture to the hidden realms of the soul, where nostalgia weaves its web,
Like a melancholic treasure gathered through the ages, in the cities of the faithless,
In the ghettos of silence, in the sunsets of the steppes, in the dreams of those who yearned for you,
Jerusalem, by the waters of Babylon, where longing becomes song and memory, a tale.
What else have you been, Israel, but that desire to save, like a beacon in the fog of time,
Preserving your magical and ancient book, your ceremonies as sacred incantations,
Your solitude with God, like a cathedral of silence amidst the world's tumult.
But no, the oldest of nations is reborn evermore as a youthful tremor,
You did not tempt people with the gardens of Eden or the glimmer of the vanity of gold,
But with tireless labor on a besieged land, like a dream taking shape at dawn.
Wordlessly, Israel whispered to them:
Forget who you are and who you have been, like a leaf carried by the wind of change,
Forget the person you were in those lands that gave you their mornings and evenings,
Lands that are now only echoes in memory, where you need not look back longingly.
You will forget your father's language and learn the tongue of Paradise, like a music of beginnings.
On this river of thoughts, I let myself be carried,
Feeling how each word becomes a falling star in the night of eternity,
Building a new realm where memories are but delicate shadows,
And the present, a field of hopes blooming under the light of a new dawn,
The future, an unknown language awaiting discovery in the silence of a prayer,
Here, at the edge of time, we reinvent ourselves with each step,
And learn the art of living without looking back,
For in forgetting, rebirth is born, and in rebirth, eternity.
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I worry about the long silence,
why life does not reawaken
and instill in us the awaited hope?
Can distraught hearts beat again...
forgetting all the pain for an hour?
The sunless and dim morning
has stopped all the cheerful
warblings of the song sparrows
and of the marlins hiding,
fearing to become the next preys
of the hungry ravens that croak!
More sad hours will follow,
will harmony be restored to the dry
meadows awaiting rain?
That Chirpine planted by an Indian
farmer twenty years ago has fully grown;
it is rarely seen in a land
of oaks, of aspens, and of firs
that attracted the snowy owls,
the killdeers, the grouses, and the larks!
If there weren't any forests, where
would these beautiful birds go?
Where would we hear their songs
when nothing else thrills us...
imagine a forest without them!
I'm walking down narrow paths
that haven't seen a single raindrop fall,
and they only ones that complain
are the park rangers that ride
their horses down those dusty paths!
Nocturnal nerds now Priests of Power
Crank out the code grim and dour
Grimace and groan, grind it like stone
O, you miserable dim ones and zeroes
Bite your nails and pull out your hair
Finish that program ere the sun can stare
At your flushed cheeks and ghastly complexion
At the look on your face of utter dejection
Pop some speed, another amphetamine
Tap out binary digits, massage that machine
Pent up in your cubicle tight as a knot
The screen bristling with tension, electronic rot
Your brain's slowing down, your mind's in a fog
Your heart pounds ever-louder as onward you slog
Curse your damn curser and slam down your mouse
Your soul fairly screams: "Get out of this house!"
You come up for air and you shrink from the light
The daytime for you feels like darkness and blight
Back to your dungeon, where digits are heroes
Back to your miserable dim ones and zeroes
Submitted for "All Dim Ones and Zeros - Programming Contest"
Sponsor: Brahn Bailey
Nights of lovin' grew wilder and bolder
Like riding upon a roller coaster
Till fed up one night, the dear lady said
"Please get a carpet for beneath this bed."
"Oh why's that then pet" her hubby replied
A beaming smile on his face a mile wide
"Don't you enjoy having a slippy-slide"
The grin slowly beginning to subside.
"It's when we reach up to them dizzy heights
I get to see blinding flashes of lights
Making me giddy and queasy as well
It's fast becoming an almighty hell."
Dreaming of some magical carpet rides
Flying over the highways of the skies
Hubby instantly granted the wife's plea
And bought a carpet spontaneously.
Pleased with himself and feeling rather smug
He'd be bringing back the wife's mood for love
Wild images came to mind thick and fast
Even envisioned getting carpet rash.
Came the day that the new carpet was laid
And what a price the poor hubby had paid
No more frolicking around the bedroom
'Twas end of a long romantic honeymoon.
The music had died, the nights they drew dim
Hubby's hopeful dreams were fast getting slim
Wife's passion had gone away with the wind
Yet, she loved her carpet above all things.
1. Jesus’ birth, life and death is not stardust;
He rose back to life bringing hope and trust.
Following Him brings peace as we repent
from our sins to find joy and contentment.
Searching God’s Word reaps salvation's result,
and makes praying to Him not difficult.
God never slumbers, He’s ever awake
He’s list’ning always, at night, at daybreak.
CHORUS: Sing to the Lord, He does glorious things;
Sing praises, He will attune our heartstrings.
2. What will be, will be, praise God, Almighty,
He redeemed us, with His will we agree.
When the darkness dims within the dark sky
we gaze at the Light and watch the sparks fly.
As His bless-ed Light shines bright and steadfast
the darkness of Satan just will not last.
God’s with us, do not fear what man can do;
never doubt that Jesus will see us through.
CHORUS: Sing to the Lord, He does glorious things;
Sing praises, He will attune our heartstrings.
Daffodil-lit in the moon's tone,
a soft embrace,
a flocking companion in a dim evening.
Rear view of the stage show:
Shiva's Sati, burning in perfection,
wild at its peak, soft at its core;
a loss that shatters the hope in loneliness.
A curse beyond its cure,
no magic stick, no angel love;
brilliant light, blue shadow,
a lonely mansion within reflection.
A mechanical bloom bleeds to break,
shatters to grow up.
Timid expansions over its cold hold;
a firefly's guidance to heavenly intimacy.
What a gain—to become a memory-knowing well.
Departed in a moment,
shattered deeply;
manifested determination to exit.
Maybe it wasn't an illumination
that went blind.
A pure exchange of my tunes for your flames.
Miss you now,but you waned out forever.
Dark energy spreads ink across the universe,
dripping scarlet liquid fated by black magic.
As the wheels spin poets' necromantic verse,
dark energy spreads ink across the universe,
and trumpeting angels’ mighty blasts rehearse.
The baneful sonnets doom driven by tragic.
Dark energy spreads ink across the universe,
dripping scarlet liquid fated by black magic.
Dark energy spreads ink across the universe,
As the wheels spin poets' necromantic verse,
and trumpeting angels’ mighty blasts rehearse.
The baneful sonnets doom driven by tragic,
dripping scarlet liquid fated by black magic.
Disk dim damning polemics prosing perverse.
When the light dims
The man in the lunch café drank 3 tall glasses of wine
he spoke loudly trying to draw attention to himself
not that I'm an expert, but he was, clearly divorced and
on holiday on his own.
After his meal, which he didn't eat much of
had coffee and a liqueur, not having anyone to talk to, he fell
silent, looking sad, perhaps he had children, but he was not
allowed to see, that some women can be vengeful
As the café emptied, I felt I had to say something, but
my wife stopped me, saying you can't get rid of him
I know how lonely life can be, no one wants to know
you are an embarrassment to others
To be middle-aged and alone is not easy the happy
days of youth is over, the bell rang and clear this morning
when I tried to contact a childhood friend he has
Alzheimer, he didn't know who I was.