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Peace. A sword left covered with its sharpness in a sheath.
The serene wind blows through the mind of a child—
calm, tranquil, forgiving.
Yet quakes swallow its tremors,
and earth refuses to regurgitate its bitterness.
Even when voices are raised,
they end drowned in reason.
Surely, fire must burn with smoke even when quenched by waters,
eyes blazing crimson to show truth’s flared tempers.
But the soil would rather drink raindrops
than the scarlet ink of lost victims.
Yet weapons must ensure the superiority of powers,
and strengthen the tap roots of mighty oaks.
Not even doves that forsook their white
as emblem of no bloodshed
escape the slaughter instinct of men.
So, roundtables may need reshaping to square,
for afflictions to stop going round.
I dreamed of silence without smothered bones…
When ammunition expires in the armory of great armies,
when soldiers’ boots gather cobwebs,
their noses filled with mildewed breath exhaled in glum trenches,
when stale gunpowder fills the barrels of jammed weapons begging reuse.
But guns boom, and their sound blooms.
Silence is louder than the voices against them.
Powers must be flexed.
Peace is filled with the virtue of waiting—
only that patience is already impatient of waiting.
The whiskey bottle is empty,
his cup of hope run dry,
he layed upon the gutter,
people passed with distain in their eyes.
Were they there did they see?
He was a joke to some in this town,
his story they did not know
but he was a world war hero,
captured, tortured but only
to his flag, did he bow.
Were they there did they see?
The council gave him housing,
said Charlie make it a home,
he was there for one week only
to him,it just another tomb
of stone
Were they there did they see?
A Gloucester boy,whos eyes ,
could not take no-more,
you drowned in the bottle Charlie,
you drowned because of a war.
Were they there did they see.
"From deep within my heart
I always catch the scent
of my Beloved. How can I
help but follow that fragrance?" By Rumi
Drowned in delicate perfume of the gorgeous bouquet,
Glistening moon floating in sea of stars, you I see,
Smell your scent in ambrosial Chrysanthemum
How can I not be astounded with your beauty!
Found you dancing joyfully in a sublime garden,
I knew you were my Princess, like a butterfly
You left the oasis, but the alluring scent stayed,
I became a traveller in the world wandering by.
Walked tirelessly hundreds and thousands miles for you,
Crossing vast dales and tall soaring mountains far,
Your fragrance brought me back to harmony of life ,
How did I not know where my beloved were!
These are the days; I am bound to our love.
Leaping across clouds remind me your mine.
Future brought gilded confection thereof
I awake to a bouquet of sunshine.
Outside cold daisies quake facing the sun
from dawns wake, wet showers, and gentle words.
I cannot help, but devour you and run
around silence drowned out by chorus birds.
Yesterday my life was filled with haze rain.
Today endless stroll arm-in-arm under
an umbrella up an endless jade lane,
sunny April shower, storm, and thunder.
Radiant heart and song full depth and length
fervor soaked in each other’s warmth and strength.
5/30/2018
Eternal rainfall spring gardens suffer
Alluring snowdrops drowned in sea of mud
Water deluge cascading down gutter
Daffodils suffer because of the flood.
There is sadness about springtime quagmire
With noses pressed against wet window pane
Waterfall moment nothing to admire
Birds do not sing mellifluous refrain.
Weather forecast grim there is no bright spot
Expectations of spring completely bleak
Wait, silently sleeping "Forget-me-Knot"
Pretty blue flower that is quite unique.
Emotional quagmire Spring Garden dire
Thoughts have moved forward will summer inspire?
Misfortune knocked upon my door.
And then someone pulled me ashore.
While they swam hard, I almost drowned.
And now I'm trying to gain lost ground.
When words are vague to mask the truth.
So as to not sound too uncouth.
The message can get misconstrued.
Where people may think that you're rude.
But if you have someone who knows.
The pain you're in and how it grows.
Maybe the message can get through.
To help you find what you should do.
Until that time when love does come.
I hide my heart until I'm numb.
And fill the page with senseless rhyme.
To help as I'm passing the time.
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
Her final days, a mercilessly cold, never-ending night
Her eyes have grown so weary, always averting from the light
That used to burst within her. It has grown tragically dull
The bloomed flowers of her life is wilting as death comes to call
A terminally ill woman accepts her fate; embracing the dark
She's crossing the rubicon of doom; a journey so cold and stark
She lies dying, deeply submerged in depression's murky ocean
Scythe-wielding Grim Reaper lurks about as she lies devoid of motion
Her eyes sadder than a lonely moon, they bare no iota of spark
Moribund; her spirits, somber. Her sunny days; now charcoal dark
She hears the death-knell; a crow, outside, cawing of morbid dread
Her hopes and dreams have drowned in a well, soon she'll be dead
''T'' Contest, New or Old Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Submission date: 11/07/2021
Word chosen: Tenebrific
Date originally written: 01/01/2019
Out of the dark, a lambent, lovely day has dawned
In silvery brilliance the early morning is drowned
In the sapphire sky, the sun has appeared on his diurnal shift
Over the firmament the vagrant clouds aimlessly drift
Pigeons nestle with their fledglings in the eaves
Bright sunshine seeps down through the leaves
Flocks of birds take on wings for their morning flight
Like diminutive dots they eventually disappear out of sight
All around is seen spring’s mesmerizing presence
The dormant bulbs have sprung back with a vengeance
They bear blossoms of pink, purple, yellow and white
Flashing before every watchful eye a spectacular sight
Like a bride, the Earth is clad in her silky emerald dress
Around honey laden florets, the bees restlessly buzz
Every heart overflows in cheer with no tension’s trace
On every face, smile shuttles from lips to eyes
In the wind I hear the lilts of a forgotten melody
From a woodland nearby, a lone bird sounds its parody
It seems Heaven has flung all its treasures down
And the Earth appears regally decked in floral crown
Within me, all of a sudden, I sense a divine elation
Erasing from my sullen soul, all traces of vexation
Through every fiber of my being, the waves of joy rise
And my spirit leaps out in ecstasy to the skies!
Dormant aspirations lie in winter's fallow ground
Burgeoning freedom furrowed in shallow soil; sovereign elements do pound
Infertile seeds in barren hearths tightly wound
A cold wind from on high scourges each, desolate mound
A dreary drizzle from hovering, satin crowns seeps deep; hopes are drowned
Nutrients for spawning growth are leached; blighting tentacles surround
Ambition suppressed, inactive period of malaise doth abound
In due season, warming rays of light shine thawing frozen hearts
Incubating innate desire to fulfill individual destinies, from chained depth departs
In destitute minds, a burgeoning sprout of liberty starts
Branching forth into fertile souls, intestinal fiber imparts
Taking root, it spreads deep, penetrating shielded ramparts
A fragile frond from each wavering limb darts
Triumphing in tyrannous environment, a fruitful future charts