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Normally silence is what makes most people miserable
But if noise brings pain then silence is a miracle
The best words are the ones that are left unsaid
The battle is with yourself and the words inside your head
No one can hear you and nothing is written in permanent ink
Your thoughts exchange one to another faster than you blink
Can you imagine a world where silence dominates
It would be less fist fights, black eyes and heartaches
The world would be beautiful just as I said
More fathers around, no wars, less people dead
Silence is beautiful in arguments between one another
Decreases the mental abuse of going any further
Loved ones die and there's guilt from past words spoken
The white noise called words leaves hearts severely broken
The wind playfully blows the snow into deep drifts
from which poke the tips of bushes and small trees.
The weak sun causes the snow crystals to glitter
as if alive they cast colour over the pristine white.
Not yet done the wind roars through the forest
leaving snow flurry's in its wake that softly float.
Obscuring the view of the top of the steep glacier
that dominates all that can be seen sprawled below.
A deep silence prevails as the wind moves away
a hush that seems to shout out to be heard.
Listen with all your being, hark at the rustles
and joyous notes of birds singing with pure voices.
No human sounds ring out, no footprints in the snow
untouched virgin land that is cut off from mankind.
Here all live as nature intended, a blissful paradise
sometimes briefly glimpsed through a telescope.
Mainly protected from view by mist and ghostly fog
peace reigns and tranquillity flows over the valley.
All watched over and tended too by the high priest druid
he alone knows the secret trail and guards the knowledge.
A place like this exists in all our hearts if we let it in
a hidden place where we go for solace from daily trials.
One day we will understand ( like the druid) and be at ease
in a world that flourishes at our touch. One day friends, One day.
VAGABOND DREAMS
Vagabond dreams: It seems
to build castles in air.
Without fear or care.
Vagabond dreams: Streams
of non-senses in flow.
No hurry, always slow.
Dreams of vagabond flying in sky.
No need of scoring high.
Mere dream is the bliss,
Imagism being the axis.
Vagabond dreams sweet and fair,
never entertains nightmare.
Neither expectation with tension,
nor dismay to display.
Pivot is laziness.
Nothing with business.
Vagabond! Free frolic in fervor.
Neither dominates nor seeks favor,
but dreams forever.
09/05/21
'Vagabond Dreams'
Contest by
craig cornish
Dark Clouds in the sky..
Feeling the darkness of clouds
Had the dark clouds appeared for a reason?
Visions of clouds upon the sky .
Dark moving clouds ..
Dominates the atmosphere..
Darkness had taken over..
Fierce and surreal..
The wrath of dark clouds..
Making a statement..
Signals received from a higher source..
A somber moment of sadness..
To embrace the signals ..
Abolish the darkness that haunts throughout life..
Set free from the chains of despair..
No clouds upon the sky..
Clear spectacular blue skies..
Massive sunlight appears.
Sunshine with loving rays of light
Swimming through a dark tunnel..
Soaked ..
Submerged in an illuminating bright massive light..
There is a light at the end of the tunnel..
Gazing into the twinkling sky as a dreamer
charmed by an awesome, immense universe,
Adriana sits as a muse to inspire some verse:
many surreal thoughts to seize another star!
" Fantasy cannot find truth if reality is ignored, "
seems a desperate attempt to appease her mind;
and small as she is, her soul dominates as queen,
nothing is discharged as vain in her eyes so keen!
Adriana, speak your command with a convincing, firm tone
and all the distant stars will be drawn to you to posses;
it's dreams that make us restore true belief in ourselves:
look beyond and realize that God didn't accomplish it alone!
The Distant Flame
A paramount flame enraptures to rule,
unearthing the spicy array of my senses,
the reverie of spring, cautiously subdued,
the syncopated beat, three steps beyond pretentious.
Longing for that vision seen only in glimpses,
beyond the tide of what is still becoming real,
as passion burns its slow decay upon my defenses,
Baby, you make me feel.
I close my eyes to a thousand stars,
on a velvet curtain of the night,
and the braille pathways of my heart
submerge discretely into your river of light.
I become caught and raptured in utter delight,
throwing open the soul of all that is real,
while your image dominates my inner sight,
Baby, you make me feel.
Blowing holes through the roof of the night,
touching your lips, meeting your gaze,
stormy passions toss apprehension aside,
restless abandon ventures beyond the haze.
Violet in subjection to your silky ways,
smokey, the thoughts that make time stand still,
wistful and fervent this fire flames,
Baby, you make me feel.
As distant, sultry fires tax us,
two single spokes on an ever spinning wheel,
the Earth resumes spinning on its axis,
but Baby, you make me feel.
Just lives to upset you
thinking he is all right
does not offer foot or hand
never comes to aid you ...
Wish you on way to transform
don't accept your success
having your monopoly
hope for your failure ...
Don't accept your friends
speak ill of your character
says that everybody is enemy
charges further for your friendship ...
False friend is all that
does not show pleasure or snack
it's just meat of neck,
dominates your soul
and gnaws your bones ...!
I thirst to see a land of wealth,
I thirst to find comfort,
But to quench that thirst from a drop dew,
I thirst even more.
I ramble across a cruel land – a land where sun dominates.
Alone on a barren land of nothingness,
I walk on the sands… so harsh and cruel,
Hoping… an oasis would come by.
The heat of the day… it forever rules,
Here, in this barren land.
The silence… broken by the crumbling sands,
That pass beneath my feet.
I gasp and rave and hunger and thirst,
For that oasis that’ll come no more.
But none relieves me – to find just one,
In this barren waste I roam.
09/30/2018
Sponsored by Edward Ibeh
They wonder what is going on
with all our men today,
why they seem unmotivated
and resigned to their fate,
what happened to the people who
stormed bloody Normandy,
that type of guy we never really see.
I think we must remember that
men all those years ago
never did have to question
that goodness they should know.
they grew up on the westerns,
strong men in hats of white,
constantly feeding the hero inside.
Now it is ‘sensitivity’
that dominates our world,
boys in school are drugged because
they are not little girls,
all of that male energy
treated like a curse,
and as they grow it only gets much worse.
Our teachers call us toxic,
say we love to rape,
most of us would kill ourselves
rather than violate,
told that we are guilty
if a woman does accuse,
pilloried all over the evening news.
If we get no due process
and are cursed as thugs,
there comes a point when even we
have put up with too much.
The men who could beat the world
all simply walk away,
a rigged game is one you shouldn’t play.
If you want to reverse this
then proclaim loud the truth,
recognize the differences
in boys, starting at youth.
Take that aggressive impulse
and put it to some good,
give them a fair shake like fair folks should.
Because if they have no heroes,
no path to see them through,
then all that masculinity
will boomerang on you,
forget the demonization,
instead please help them find
a way to feed the great hero inside
A healing touch of dark and light
has secretly possessed my dreams.
Unseen, she penetrates the night
and dominates subconscious themes.
She gently wraps my wounds with grace
and mends my shattered soul with care.
Her warming hands caress my face;
now soothed by love, her scheme we'll share.
A doting doctor, skilled and bold,
will guide this zealous fantasy.
Creating pulsing waves untold;
her roaming kiss is ecstasy.
I'm laid upon a silken bed
where passion's beat grows ever strong.
Into her rescue realm I am led
where rapture's voice controls our song.
Atop the mount of hunger's rise
her curing thrusts erase my fears.
Our spirits merge and harmonize;
in coupled beat the stream appears.
In pleasing aftermath we lie,
where swells of love renew my soul.
Her antidote in vast supply;
she now makes me whole.