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The antique mechanism
of the old clock had stopped.
The winding should have been
enough -- and yet, though the
pendulum swung back in forth
in perfect rhythm, no comforting
clicks emanated, as was usual,
the reassuring pulse of a consistent
heartbeat, regulator of a healthy
household.
The big hand had paused, 2 minutes
of. I thought, was this an angel, come
to my aid, or a devil, seething more
terror, personifying the foul deed
about to fully unfold? She would be
here, at nine. No doubt, her obsession
with punctuality. 2 minutes till, the
fiend had bound me to a chair. Assembled
the deadly charge, painstakingly attached to the
clock. Gagged as well I had no way of warning her.
2 minutes till...no, 1:58, 1:57, the clock's
now deadly hand had begun to again
advance. I heard her key in the door.
One minute to detonation. The door squeaked
on neglected hinges. "Cut! All right, 10 minute
break" the directed informed us, after shooting
for 4 hours non-stop.
Virgin mother of spring and maiden of light
Once fallen offspring of your splendorous son
Humbled and now exalted above the height
Shining down over all creatures as the sun
You are the slim ladder of heavenly wisdom
You sent Eve to make our human nature exalted
You sent Jesus of Sabaoth to man’s system
You sent bright Christ to become what he emanated
The love whose warmth made this white rose grow above
In eternal peace, flamed in your cosmic womb
You’re the noonday torch of burning, twinkling love
You’re a bubbling spring of living hope in gloom
Sophia, you so great, beyond any price or strife
That a baby bird wishing for warm grace assured
Does not tweet to you, the mother of all singing life
His young soul will try to fly without wings matured
Your breath-taking compassion not just lifts those who sing for it
Your living love often comes before we even sung with our teachers
In your heart is tenderness and pity that your eyes emit
In your soul is kindness and the pleroma of pearls in all creatures
Now we, who have been through every path and place
From rivers of flames to the outer darkness
Now to this bridge, we beg for your inner grace
Strength to uplift our eyes to blissful starkness
Our souls are on fire like singing phoenixes being born again
In flaming passion, we pray for soothing gnosis of the true
We pray for every cloud of mortality to vanish with our pain
We pray that that supreme joy, that saving lightning, might break through
Sophia, who can do all without restraints
May your hands conquer the fleshly minds of ours
See Norea and the countless stars of saints
Folding hands, bowing heads for us fallen stars
My body’s disabled in the heart:
Big dreams worked up in my mind –
One day I would be a great man:
And the society knew so too.
Years down, the big dream has faded;
My poor heart now numbs in coldness:
No one is near to comfort it –
I`m broken to a thousand shreds.
Every single day light emanated
From the deeps of my soul to light up
The faces of those close to me.
When the sun died in the rage of failure
Darkness set in everywhere,
Now people laugh at me in darkness.
I walk round in drunken stupor,
My heart beats without energy and spark,
My mind is clogged and the soul bleeds-
I grope in the shadows of the dead;
Oh, shall I ever heal again!
My body’s disabled in the heart.
The soles of his feet were gnarled, cracked, calloused shreds of flesh
But tough in their stance as he sauntered and shuffled
On two broken knees that never mended, clicking but muffled
Walking like a misplaced puppet on the master's string
While begging for his next meal, he would stand up and sing
Barely able to hold his 'cup of good fortune' for passersby to fill and refresh
His nerve damaged hands scarred, dirt ridden and unkempt
Like a pair of lovesome cudgels reaching to battle the stars
Barely able to grasp his "cup of fortune" or tote his life-in-a-bag
His crooked shoulders and elbows bowed and bent
Had lost their motility and strength years ago, his pain prolonging
He was pieced together like his spent double breasted coat of midnight blue
His body, his being was held together like a hand sewn quilt on worn shoes
Like an old dog that had been lost for so long that he had forgotten
His way home, he strayed wandering and wondering where and why
So his journey languished to simply eat or sleep and sing or get high
His most striking quality, his tenderness of heart,emanated from his smile
Manifesting his love brilliantly placed in the eyes of others who would ask why?
He imbued this purity of sweet sadness and gratitude, with humility
This child of a lesser God possessed the greatest gift of all - tranquility
He had found his peace
April 15, 2020
"It is neither wealth nor splendor; but tranquility and occupation which give you happiness". By Thomas Jefferson
A place where the zeal of my heart dwells
The appeal of a simple life, as lucid tale tells,
within a framework of some tranquility.
Slower flow and less agony ooze credibility.
A sulfurous fury emanated from the darkness.
Nostrils flared with a fiery, acrid harshness
Roaring voices mutilate the uttermost peace
It is impossible to tango with a noxious piece.
My chest heaves, and my lips unclench in a sigh.
Release suffocating lighting with the word "supply."
I'm blessed in my peace, and that lets me smile
embroidered with power and dominance style.
To admit a stroll when I could spare some time
In a casual way down an uphill road, sublime,
I absorb it all in whilst I walk through the forest
Each idyllic scene unfolds for an hour of rest.
Where I'd stay is beside an almond tree,
Its gentle breeze murmurs as it hugs me
where I'd quietly sit by the windowpane
holding a mug while glancing at the rain.
A place to catch the firefly's graceful elegance
Relax amid a velvety starry sky for your dance,
A little peace and quiet amid life's frenetic pace
So my soul is punter attuned, full of helpful solace.
Written: April 13, 2023
1st place contest winner
Writing Challenge - 'T' Words - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
I thought for so long you were my good friend,
trusted you with a faithful mind without any doubt,
but in the difficult times I didn’t find you by my side,
saw instead the mask you wore fall discarded in debris.
Your senses became the fast spreading wild fire of hatred,
uncontrolled, it smoldered the motif of your intrinsic quality,
and as it flared up, it burned my gentle demeanor,
its viciousness blazed the bonhomie of our bonding chords.
The scruple of your sane senses turned into cinder,
erupting out of the fuming abhorrent chamber,
flew in the spreading smoke of stifling spite,
tearing the threads of reason you lost, I didn’t know why.
I didn’t run away utterly dejected from you to self-heal,
or being despondent, sought shelter in the den of disdain,
nor did I ignite within me another flame of revulsion
to treat you the way you did me, and feel good in retaliation.
As one fire can’t ever extinguish or contain another fire,
for they burn together the shrinking space of restrain,
I faced you with self-assured confident calm mind-set,
for the serenity of my soul your hate couldn’t perturb.
The flow of forgiveness stream emanated from within me
as the embracing nectar of divine fountain.
Emerging empathy drenched me with cool shower,
while the tender touch of absolution doused the fire.
In the space of bruised essence that slowly transformed,
I felt the benign breeze of prudent composure blow.
I arose from the ashes of fond feelings burned by your hate
to send from my tolerant heart friendly good wishes to you.
Hello bosom friend
I hope you get this piece quick
oh! my bad,how do you fair?
pleasantries almost skipped my reasoning
I was told of your matrimony
From you, the seed that emanated
when you behold this thoughtful missive
and you have the whole narrative in your grip
you will unearth my heart's unfoldings
of grave grievance, no one can appease
succinctly grasp the volume of this rage
I say, read carefully through the lines
even if you have to squint through that veil
if i am to choose
between your present and past
I would say, let your past prevail
For then, I knew the essence of your smile
You weren't by hypocritical law, constrained
That face speaks of solace even ibn grimace
oh! that face speaks volume
Needless to say,you are elegant in fitted fabrics
Lost under your tutelage
You brought life to every boring cause
Your angelic beau, replicates purity of-course
You were our sunshine
Before the Arabian cowries bought you over
He came from a foreign land
And bestowed on you, a diadem
I learnt you were betrothed to an assumed cleric
The telltale notion of ardent Islamist
Raised anxiety for future occurrences
I envisaged you in this state
But won't your devotion debate
Now my memory of you is impaired
by your sudden immersion
I feel as though it's been crushed by a saw
That even while you are in front of me
I see you no more
Oh! how impelling a tenet
Evil I say
God forbid that this is of God
No!
It's a spell
From the stench of hell
That one's existence be hidden for a lifetime
To conceive a man's satisfaction
my friend
In this transition,
Did you and your aspirations converse?
How much of a communicator would you be now
Under that veil
You relegated your dreams to derelicts
Making a living in the street corners
while you remain a descendant of vague relic
A full grown lady, covered in babygro
In those chains,inform of soft clothings
Do you find comfort or otherwise
Ode to a gracious lass i used to know
Now aloof she stands with no Identity
Please when your seed shall grow
Let her have no taste of your captivity.
The light that emitted
Your look...
the sweet of salt
of your kiss...
The pleasure I felt
in your sea body...
the life that expressed
your soul...
the life you emanated
for me...
the love you served
time without ceasing...
.. the love you gave me
continually..
the love that was supposed to be
without final...
I remember now
of all that I lack,
now that i feel so
distant of you.. !
Ruth's name says so much about her
Friendship emanated from this lovely woman
The sorrow she endured did not love deter
Her mother-in-law absorbed her love like diamonds
Ruth would follow despite change in life's plan
Ruth clung to Naomi who had not hope
The future for both was looking grim
Naomi's faith Ruth began to probe
She now accepted Jehovah believed in Him
Abundant love Ruth possessed overflowing the brim
Scripture:
And Ruth said your people shall be my people
and your GOD will be my GOD..
At that point she accepted GOD as her GOD..
Ruth being interperted means friendship:
Naomi being interperted means pleasant:
Sponsor: Isaiah Zerbst
Contest: Ruth
Written: March 14 and 15, 2014
Form English Quintain
rhyme scheme: ababb
no set meter
The adorn summer sky emanated a luminous of gold
as she works unyielding at the edge of the chasm,
till the middle of the night under the opulence
of the moon's brilliant dance as it glances
at her alone in the quiet silence; beauty to behold.
Small swath of field, calm sea; exult in its grace.
Her silken auburn hair in a simple knot
just a few strands wind-blown around her angelic face.
Her irresistible impetus to make vicarious suffering
as she fears of a thunderstorm may roll in.
Her strength carries her through,
she wasn't going to allow the weather's mockery to break her.
8/26/2018
Poetry Contest: Eight word challenge-8
Sponsored by: John Hamilton
1. Silken 2. Chasm 3. Exult 4. Adorn 5. Impetus 6. Mockery 7. Opulence 8. Vicarious