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Quote: You are not responsible for the blindfolders on others child,
but you will be held accountable for the many times you failed
to show them sight, through your own wisdom and experience.
He was in a boat drowning and the serpents were all around him
longing for dry land, he kept paddled in circles getting no where;
Always aiming for the vortex that sucked brave men in
he never looked up for guidance, nor o'er the horizon afar.
His tar stained fingers had witnessed too many dry days on land
and his eyes bloodshot eyes, still recalled the day he found her dead.
From inside the Kingdom of God, a dove cried and a woman wept
then as gently as she could, she kissed both eyes and whispered
" this way is home"
Love is an ocular rinse that shows the way in all things,
love is the path to truth, the spiritual delve of Saints and Sinners alike.
He made it home safely, with the guidance of His beloved departed wife.
I was in yoga class,
in the middle of Salutation To The Sun;
and in the moment, I imagined an hourglass,
drip, dripping- then words came in my head one by one;
and I was putting them together till a line I had spun.
We had moved on to Swan,
oh, such a lovely poise but I was syllable counting;
I was there in class but from reality I was withdrawn,
words kept drifting in my head- in words I was drowning;
we were doing the Cosmic Dancer- ouch pain was mounting.
My lines became more lines,
then we did Camel and Bridge- and a poem was in motion;
I was trying to keep the words within my mind's confines,
and finally we had moved to meditation and I was full of emotion;
my poem and I were floating in the deep blue pacific ocean.
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August 4, 2017
Quintain(English)/In The Moment
Copyright Protected, ID 926890
Written for the contest, English Quintain
sponsor, Sara Kendrick
Eleventh Place
Earthly Reality
The day silently journey toward anonymity with eyes wide awake
while a plethora of resolute flora thrives in a remote wilderness
Sacred sanctuary surreptitiously shelters slithering startled snake
as teardrops shaped raindrops inundate crops with earnestness
Moonlight ascend unfettered diffusing a dazzling gloss at its wake
illuminates silhouettes of grieving spirits drowning in emptiness
Noble acts of love could nurture even the tiniest forlorn snowflake
capable in igniting that dimming sparkle of human virtuousness
08/19/2023
Aboard Vision of the Seas,
cruising towards Bermuda
Rainbow coloured camouflage
The rainbow whispered “look at me I am a cameo in abused disguise”.
"You are a beautiful mean to an end, a pot of gold awaiting where you
touch the horizon, elusive no doubt but tangible in dreams and in wishes”.
‘Faruq’ true to his name, the one who distinguishes truth from all falsehood,
vowed to ‘Nahla’, or the drink of water, to be with her forever come rain
or shine, when the Bedouins halted for their wedding under thorn’s holy arbor.
“There will be moist earth under the sacred tree”, promised the shaman,
drank potions from ‘Ausaj’, danced, convulsed and exulted as everyone gathered
under the ‘Sdir’ tree with the promise of sustenance and children from heaven.
It was a monkey’s wedding, glistening sun combined with sprinkles of drizzle,
but the rainbow forgot that camels and goats don’t mix with mischief-makers,
imported from modern changes of climate, greed, power and destruction.
“I have been camouflaged, misconstrued, disenfranchised, seven beautiful colours exuding disaster”. “No, you have your rightful place under the skies, warmongering nations ignore you, they exploit the fruits of the desert, relish oil of demise”.
Ear-piercing storms erupted and lightening ensued with full thunderous wrath and
the tree of life got splintered and divided, ancient reality was crushed under modern delusion.
‘Faruq’ and ‘Nahla’ could not believe that their short marriage was over, they joined their ancestors, struck by the rainbow, who had masked the power of drowning waters, looked helplessly on.
Meanwhile tanks, constructed and draped in seven deadly sins, kept their tracks
in the quick sand of glory, deceit and rape of the planet, full,evil steam ahead.
“I feel so guilty”, uttered the rainbow, “I could not display my true colours”, but the wind and the Gods replied “Not your fault, do not take the blame, when gold turns to tar”.
waltz partnered by the phantom
that was your once loving self,
undoubtedly accompanied by
potent hopeful aromas, yet
undertoned by doubt upon
translucent features materializing,
your true colours, feared interference,
ghostly eyes boring elsewhere.
a dance now sluggish as
upon the lower limbs formation,
choosing actively to escape
abandoning miasmas
of potent rotten love
intoxicating with dependence
that's not mine to chase.
unanswered questions linger
inescapable transformed rhetorical
that should've, for once,
forced a truth from your lips
that burn with lies, eternally aflame,
bringing every soul down with
your unfaithful, meaningless kisses.
lone upon the laminate dance floor,
as if a shattered mirrorball
the shards bursting fool's hope
right in the heart. pained reflection
of better times, ignorant
of the vast masts of red fabric,
washes through like waves—
yet drowning, flooding with woe
meandering every vessel
it swirls with acid
leaking from streaming ducts,
mixing with cruent crimson wine
from your backstabbing
dance affair, filling,
scathing the lungs aflame.
the last sooted breath stings—
tasting like bitter betrayal,
piercing the heart with finality.
it gazes as your heart swells,
for the next pretty thing,
and it shrinks tenfold
with hopeless realization.
Good luck in Fairfield
Good luck in Vermont
Good luck using your words
Try not to get caught
Good luck with people
Good luck with yourself
Try to speak clearly
Try to think of Fairfield Pond
What used to be called Dream Pond
After a lady had a dream of a man
Drowning a mother and her baby there
Try to imagine being the accused and convicted man
Good luck imagining
Good luck holding onto life
(You are my guardian angel
And every effort you make towards goodness
Brings me infinite joy.)
I don’t expect you to understand,
Just don’t give up:
The love without reason.
Your smile through every season.
You need little luck
You're good all on your own.
In the silent abyss of despair, in solitude I find myself,
Caught in a muted pain, like a stone that was once shield.
Promises of love and time, now just echoes lost in the wind,
I struggle through the ruins of dreams, with a love no longer sacred to me.
Your words, once sweetly honeyed, have become dust in the wasteland,
A withering love leaves behind an incomprehensible void, a belated emptiness.
You say "I like you," not "I love you," there's a clear difference,
But your absence rings louder than any word, it's the bitterest dread.
In the darkest hours, mourning the loss of the love that was,
The love that once shone brightly, now shrouded in an unspoken mystery.
It's a cruel torment, a fight that gives me no peace,
I watch as our love unravels, my heart is torn apart, my life is feigned.
This heartache, an everlasting and pitiless burning,
Once thriving love, now drowning in a downpour of tears, a sharp fate.
In the depths of my soul, I sigh and cry in silence,
For a love lost, for promises unkept, an ephemeral memory.
But if you cannot love me, let me set myself free,
To heal my shattered heart, to find myself within, away from any kingly pain.
In the depth of this suffering, I will find the way to light,
If true love will survive, it will return to me one day, as a divine destiny.
In the world of shadows, I traverse unknown paths,
Where the murmur of time is born and dies,
Faces that do not know the madness of dreams,
Walk firmly on the ground of forgetfulness,
Like rain falling on the deaf roof of a house
In a monotony without song or color.
I wonder, with a trembling heart,
What it's like to live without the explosion of colors,
Without getting lost among the stars,
To dance on the edge of a thought
That knows neither beginning nor end,
Just an endless string of unfulfilled dreams.
In quiet corners of the universe,
Souls clutch banality in their fists,
They have not known the madness of boundless love,
That madness that makes you howl at the moon,
To laugh at nothing, to cry without reason,
To run into the arms of the wind like a leaf carried by longing.
What lives must those people carry,
What lands of monotony fill their steps,
What dreams hide in their eyes
That have never sparkled like lightning,
On a summer night when everything comes alive
And madness spreads its fiery wings.
Ah, what cold emptiness they carry in their chests,
Like a smooth stone, without cracks,
Through which light might enter warmly,
And how to be without drowning
In the waves of doubt and reaching
Unexplored shores, where dreams take shape.
Their happiness, a monotonous song,
A refrain repeated without echo,
But I, I choose to get lost among the stars,
To fall into the abyss of my own thoughts,
There where madness carves its path,
Like a wild river that knows no other way but forward.
It's laborious to elevate
on the scale of life,
much easier is
come down the stairs
from the cliff...
so simple to walk
with the head
in the clouds, than
with feet aground..
It's not tough to follow
ahead... it's simple
move backwards...
All Must cross
the cruel sea of the world,
stroke without drowning
in shallow water,,,
So quiet to be in the middle
out of nowhere to stay in
middle of everything...
The truth is that no matter how much
slow and insecure
let us be,
however indolent,
anyhow...
we are always going round
in body and mind...
even stopped,
rivers run through us,
channels do irrigate,
synapses link us
while atoms spin...
You can’t hear my silent cries
Though I’m screaming deep inside
Pleading for someone to help me
Praying for this nightmare’s ending
You can’t hear my silent cries
Can’t you feel it through my eyes
Eyes fixed in color of pain
Drowning, treading life in vain
On the street, people passing
Can’t they see, why aren’t they asking
Indifference to my muted tears
Sinking, all hope disappears
You can’t hear my silent cries
Still, I’m weeping in my mind
Waiting for something to save me
Anguish, no more to enslave me