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With the sunlight on my face,
All the walls surrounding me; opaque,
The outside world completely efface,
I found myself, now awake.
The fortress of my captivity,
Keeping me alive but still,
The fortress of my incompetency,
The last of me it killed.
The pleasure it tingled,
Cannot be replaced,
Still I wish to run away,
To the land outside these gates,
All the gold I have,
Is nothing but metal,
All the joy I need,
Is not for what I’ve settled,
This fortress of my solitude,
Forever screaming the pains it felt,
This fortress of my extinction.
With me, dying many deaths.
Curtains in this room,
Stopped speaking now,
Left their bodies here,
And heart outside the realm, astound.
It’s marvellous how miserable I am,
With all the wonders at my foot,
The jewels, the pleasures,
Even so,
I’d love to take all my plans and scram.
The palace of illusion,
I am living in,
Has given me more than I ever deserved,
Yet the feeling of me belonging in the field,
Is something I’ve always preserved .
The fortress of my hopelessness,
Falling down now,
With the reign of my lord changing,
In front of an unknown king we bow,
Thrown out of this boundary,
Helplessness prevails,
But the joy it brought me,
I set a new sail.
For life has always been,
Catastrophic,
Dreadful it seemed,
It felt worthwhile now,
Alas! It is just a dream.
Our choir cantata won't take place this year.
We lack the space to be six feet apart
on stage or in the choir loft, but the fear
of Covid can't crowd Christmas from ONE heart!
All congregants will sing with season’s cheer.*
Though Christmas shopping won't be quite the same,
the mask I wear will not dilute the thrill
of finding gifts and checking off each name.
This list is one I'm eager to fulfill.
A mostly normal Christmas is my aim!
Close family will gather Christmas Day,
with scrumptious food and presents to bestow.
Though distancing, we'll limit Covid's sway.
As always, reminiscences will flow.
Our joy will keep pandemic threats at bay.
No chaos or pandemic can erase
the precious truth that Jesus came to Earth
two thousand years ago. It’s by his grace
one's soul is saved. His unique virgin birth,
proclaimed each Christmas--nothing can efface.
*The sanctuary's many lengthy pews make distancing easy.
Date: November 9, 2020
Contest Title: Quintain--Sicilian
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
December 14, 2020
Entered in the Christmas Poems Old or New Contest Placed 2nd
Sponsor: Constance LaFrance
The month of August brings with it memories of the Beirut blast. Beirut is once again under attack. I wrote this poem as a tribute.
The Rape of Lebanon
My darling, Lebanon, do not be fooled
What they feel for you is lust and not love
You're scented cedars and your hills, bejeweled
make you a piece of heaven from above
You soil has soaked the blood of martyrs brave
Your claim of independence is not true
The blast at port took loved ones to the grave
Now rumblings of war are coming through
The lust of nations will not let you be
They'll strip you of your clothes, and each by turn
will take their fill, ignoring plaintive plea
They'll take and take, and then they'll let you burn
Your beauty is the cause of your demise,
and though you try to hide your naked form,
you're still exposed to greedy, hungry eyes
There's no escape from rapists' brutal storm
And what of us who live in your embrace,
who've loved you long and stayed right by your side?
We grieve to see your foes try to efface
your name and history, the nation's pride
Withdraw your hands! Let Lebanon be free!
Don't fight your wars upon her blessed lands!
You sabotage her bid for liberty
Her innocence is marred by traitors' hands
Oh, Lebanon, our tears will not suffice
We see you ravaged time and time again
You are the victim made to pay the price,
and though you try, you can't remove their stain
I weep, to see what they have done to you
I've heard the sound of blasts rip you apart,
and yet I know no matter what they do,
they cannot still your precious beating heart
My darling, Lebanon, you must be strong,
You are beloved of God, of this I'm sure
Our Savior will one day right every wrong
His blessed grace will help you to endure
Be strong. Be brave. Be courageous.
My darling, Lebanon, please...be at peace.
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Precious the creation of each blade of grass
with wanton destruction how long can they last
like showers carried on the cycles of wind
knowledge is traded for gold in the end
every molecule that exists is part of the whole
without his consciousness mans without soul
the threads of life display unequaled beauty
to protect and preserve is more than a duty
Guardians entrusted with care of the earth
a failure of many to see what thats worth
the voice of our actions how we are living
that is the testimony whose service we're giving
Twas Love that gave our fathers birth
that wove the filaments of our earth
who laid the circuits of our skies
with knowledge made his children wise
With careful thought designed where we would live
the precious abode that to your children give
nearly infinite the habitations given to explore
a desire within for learning so very much more
Flowers so deep in the desert blooms
small decorations in so numerous rooms
opulently have you adorned our planet
many are those who think you have not planned it
With fire and ice welded the universe
the circuits of cosmos which around us skirts
mankind has named them like their gods
false stories that each millenia frauds
each pattern contains the steps of a dance
to intricate to have arrived merely by chance
attempt we to trace the flash of beginning
seems no amount of knowledge can prevent it from ending
offered you have days of pleasure endless
infinite life and resurrection of those we miss
the very creation and its distribution of wealth
bountiful resources and with perfect health
how could I not before your promise kneel
when you have offered our beings to heal
where imperfection is turned into grace
and all of our offenses you will efface
before your people I will you extol
the first and the last who gives us control
I rest my soul in the course you have set
because my happiness you will never forget
sources psalm , prophets and the gospels
COPYRIGHT © 2011 C Michael Miller
With a heavy heart I embrace
Willingness to come forth efface
All my many unspoken crimes
In the name of our Jesus Christ.
Beneath the breath of my still tongue
They stay struggling to flit among
Memories of stained sinful deeds.
In the name of our Jesus Christ.
To completely wholeheartedly
Accept your judgment blessedly
For your most infinite mercy
In the name of our Jesus Christ.
With a blithesome bosom rising
Of God's anointing sight I sing
Of place of shelter from the storm.
In the name of our Jesus Christ.
12/27/2019
Poetry Contest: Writing Prompt - Take The Dagger Out
Sponsored by: Dear Heart
On twilight's sinking bridge, Nyx's waves swell
With an ethereal wand casts, dark, bewitching spell
O'er deep crevasse, spreads her enchanting veil
A glittering panorama of lights ballasts infinity
Moonbeams, star streams, and planet gleams form trinity
With blipping dots, beeping dashes cosmic dust braille
Heavenly bodies over the dark seas parasail
Orion's silted bow the fiery bastions doth assail
Kneeling, Hercules with glowing club o'er dragon doth flail
Pleiades's gaudy sisters in blue-sequined dresses luminosity scale
Virgo's virgins spawn into egg; sterility to efface
Pisces's forked fish tails lock; damming each, corroded face
Aquarius's stout water pail brims with charms to engrace
Ursa Major's silver ladle dips deep into briny well
Ursa Minor's frail oyster spoon dips into pale ale
The Southern Cross's interceding lines point to holy grail
GOLDEN TEARS & MEMORIES
Aged & worn, in a car, emotions to the brim,
He sits alone, where light grows dim.
Whispers of the past through silence, swim,
Golden tears fall, as memories steam.4
Once, laughter filled this space,
Her smile, a radiant grace.
Together, they’d embrace each place,
In love's endless race, like a fervent chase.8
But fate, in its cruelty, abrupt pace,
Took her from their shared embrace.
A car, their dreams did efface,
Leaving him in this stagnant space.¹²
Through streets they roamed, young & free,
Now, he drives alone, where shadows flee.
Each corner, every turn, a memory,
Of a love that was, and will forever be.¹6
The golden tears, they fall, not in vain,
For each drop, a memory, sweetly sane.
In his heart, her love will always remain,
A gentle, soothing, constant refrain.²°
His old car, a vessel of the past,
Moves forward, as shadows are cast.
But in his soul, where love is vast,
She solemnly sit still, their love to outlast.²4
Through the tears, a fragile look appears,
Although in his loss, love perseveres.
Golden memories, through the years,
A testament to love, despite the fears.²8
An old man, a car, and memories dear,
Together, they traverse, year by year.
In golden tears, love draws near,
A journey of the heart, crystal clear.³²
VICK MANUEL POETRY {VMP}
FORM: Rhymes
Copyright©? 27th February 2024.
in mode embrace, release, then pause
we review lust versus God’s laws
with love being the litmus test
our soul’s light revealed, when heart thaws
nestled deep within our heart’s nest
breath by breath we are by God blessed
wherein all we do is renew
throb of magnetism, whilst at rest
rapture rises, each hue is new
nectar drips, fresh like mountain dew
God’s grace in-pours through pores in space
mysteries our mind cannot sew
tango dancing at a slow pace
form a temple, where we efface
the false self, our wayward ego
to behold clearly, our true face
there’s nothing we do, save let go
that as we do so, we then know
body will die but not our soul
we have come here to feel love grow
The life of mature minds
is aid to all silly clowns
adorn life and silently binds
and blooms each face and efface each frown.
The bluster of emotions, floods down
the mind and sheer delight glistens
on lips, and insipid nature drown
in delight, and to each incertitude silently listens
The drops of blushed desire with tinge
of fantasy and wild ecstasy drops
from minds abroad and bring
the sole being some consolation and passively props.
The restlessness of the soul
and uneasy hidden fears
and slow down incertitude rests all
and dim blur eyes literally tears.
The unreasoned thoughts perplexes and retards
and swarthy leaden eyes fails
the brimmed tear eye silently guards
but full emotioned, to visage dribblingly sails.
The mortal gazes at psyche as an urchin
with wild surmise and feel puzzled
to things unknown and admire with chin
up, full gape wide and blank eyes dazzled.
The sheet is blank, and so's the mind
It's hard to think it so unkind
That friend that's been with you so long
Declining now to come along
It was not always thus, and so
At times so willingly to go
It led some place you'd rather not
Wondering just how you got
From here to there and back again
But still you treat it like a friend
Sometimes one that's led astray
Sometimes the one you hope will stay
For friends are dear, we know that now
Another hand upon the plow
Another shoulder in the trace
Which pulls its weight in that hard place
Aligns us there within the race
Drops us right into that place
Where furrowed brow relaxes now
And finds the rest none can efface