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Author Dana Redricks
July 18, 2023
As I flow through life’s rivers on my quest, in ceaseless motion, some truths persist, seasons, steadfast in their cyclic rounds, each unfolding, with reasons to exist.
Summer’s fervent embrace, ablaze with fire, fuels the passions with rays of golden light, while winter’s icy grip, soft whispers cold, invites introspection, shining virtues bright.
Spring blossoms, like hope’s awakening kiss, a symphony of colors, renewal unfurl. Autumn’s palette, a gentle transition, nature enchanting, as time’s wheel swirls.
Every twist, every rhythm, has a role, a tapestry woven with seamless flair. In life’s grand ballroom, we learn and grow, finding our stride, discovering what’s fair.
Often amidst the shadows, we stumble, err, yet mistakes are stepping stones on our way, for through tumbles, we gain wisdom’s insight, through new wisdom we gain insight, honoring the dawn of a wiser day.
No happenstance occurs without a cause, fate intertwined with choices we conceive, and each soul’s touch, like brushstrokes divine, a tapestry embellished, love’s web we weave.
Thus, let us navigate this flowing stream, embracing destinies shaped by our hand, seeking harmony in the choices we make, guided by voices that help us understand.
For as the rivers carry us on our course, a chorus echoes, reverberating strong, everything holds purpose, a sacred plan, in life’s tumultuous currents, we belong, and guided by passions we become strong. We take our place that becomes our own.
We are quarreling over a graveyard of great ideas
Wandering under skies filled with flying political spears
Ideas are rotting under the soils dug by the unscrupulous
We buried our true identity and our mourning is pretentious
The commoners with good intentions are called riffraffs
The undereducated with concerns are labeled bellyachers
The elite have a sense of entitlement that exceeds their competency
The clergy have cloaks covering hands reaching out for the treasury
When Jesus tells us to pray in private, that’s when we fill up stadiums
Or that “Lord! Lord!” won’t get us to heaven, we still climb the podiums
Our inaction disguised as faith and oblivious to the endowment of freewill
We are blind to nature's blessings and God’s delegation of power for us to realise his earthly will
Amidst the vastness of our resources, blossoms a narrowness of minds
If challenges delay our goals, a compromise sprouts, as success gets undermined
Our failures don’t roll up our sleeves for more efforts but for belligerence
Our tongues have become viperous easily inciting division and violence
We are guilty of killing the messengers
We have silenced voices that threaten our favours and status
We prefer fellow tribesmen and forego what statesmanship seeks
Distrusting progress of shared thought and embracing the selfishness of cliques
More deceit continue to deface our identity
Take heed of the manipulation of verities
Individualism is not selfishness
Patriotism is not self-praise
Salvation is not prosperity
Electability is not authority
Our leaders are just a reflection of society
Changing the mirror won’t cure their corruptibility
Walking through the contemporary gallery of poems as theme,
where images are painted by the soul with words in a frame.
The calming thoughts like woven sound of streams,
the innermost sense in philosophical conduct it seems.
Pictures and images expressing those radical hues,
suspended emotion and feelings have the double base of blues.
Awareness and truth with a cosmopolitan illustration,
liberties with articulated hopes in divine presentation.
The Gallery has many rooms and halls with high ceiling,
making every painting of thought in great light revealing.
Confessions from the intimate act of rhyming inspiration,
sensing the purity of mental virtue by aspiration.
My heart in love by simple words and joyous state ,
sensing at times the texture of many hymns of fate.
Quivering phrases with subtle expressions so bare,
loving touches by sensuous melodic lyrics so fare.
Time solved into distant valleys from where I stand,
spreading on empty scenes turning vacant.
The all embracing mysteries of human love intertwined,
taken the realms of dreams vividly contained.
The poetic soul in celestial consequence,
taken the magic hour of twilight as reference.
The firmament in burning spirit of faith,
giving imagination another world, which cannot wait.
Holding on to that wondering awe of that exhibition,
for other times by picture memories with refined condition.
The spirit through many lives and frames more attuned,
echoes from the multiverse of creative visions bloomed.
Love is you
Beauty on the inside and the outside too
Love is overriding the mad
Getting over the sad
Yet let go og those who had
For some don't know what to do
But those who do, knows how to pursue
Motivating and captivatingsets up the stage of a positive sense of energy
Everyone seeks to be with you but still want to carry the negativity
Love is the fruits of goodness that we are responsible for everyday
However, it looks elegant and pure when you are placed on display
Put in action
Sweet satisfaction
And wouldn’t trade you for anything
Unconditional on the just and unjust seems insane sometimes but love reaps the greatness of blessings
Love you never die
Only memories of truth while rest where hearts lie
So love I’m glad to know you and you know my soul
For it is what makes me complete and whole
For you bring conviction when I’m wrong
Also a true friend that has been by my side for this long
Love is there when I go to bed at night
There in the morning dew embracing my face even in the darkest circumstance in sight
Light remains the same
Thru the love it brings
Therefore I’ll stay on this side of the fence
Love makes sense
When you know what love is
"If we had no winter, the spring would not be so pleasant: if we did not sometimes taste of adversity, prosperity would not be so welcome."
--Anne Bradstreet
It’s winter here, almost burning into the raw flesh,
Gasping the grey dread, the ache
Pouring out darkness, melancholy – at once
Doubting and believing, a gust of wintery feelings,
Snow and frost, double the freezing dread,
Lonely and silent, aching to be heard but never crying,
The way the thirsty prayers tremble on chapped lips,
Bidding heaven a hope, a wish, a need –
For sweet sips of coffee and grace, goodness
Lasting all night, speaking to the twilight,
Winds, furious silence, pouring out glad flakes,
Embracing the hills, the valleys, the music
Needless to say, a breath of lasting grace, peace,
In quiet hues – wonder, beauty, purity –
Friends, together for the purpose of lifting hearts,
Comforting the lingering chill, the air,
Gasping like wind’s heavy breath, despairing
Of the gentle, the moments when laughing breezes,
Whispered through the night, springtime,
Rushing into the summer – wonderful dreams,
Stirring the spirit with a kindness, eternal joy -forever
On the wings of light, reflecting the heart’s fire,
Accepting the fact that winter will leave its mark on life,
Trembling in bluest gray stars, shimmering high above
The noisy memories who hold the moon’s laughing embrace.
In my quest to escape monotony at work I stumbled upon this poetry site
Little did I know I would excavate a gem with a zest for life
She is also a lullaby songstress; in between my spelling and grammar blunders,
We’re a recipe for madness: crazy blogs, even stranger emails, our laughter and tears
I unearthed Nikko aka Missy, "the spelling queen" my friend with a gracious soul!
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I went to have soup at a table atop a mountain, when who should I meet there?
A very pretty, sassy, missy; she did a 3/4 turn--CrAsH! (2 cabs, fender bender)!
Her laughter and madness, just totally contagious...even strangers want to kiss her!
Through her wonderful words, each petal revealed a bit more sparkle, a stunning gleam
I was so right! Wilma, "the crazy one", she's my true gem of a friend, a vivacious soul!
For Tracie's Grab a Mate & Collaborate poem :D
-- Wilma Neels & nikko palmario :D
Loads of fun, thanks Missy for embracing my madness :D
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In your heart are guarded castles
Stayed by honored crimson Knights
Who guard most cherished vassels
And light fires on stormy nights
Three noble Knights captain heart's guard
Place soldiers in tower's watch
And stay attacks to castle's yard
With steel swords from castle's notch
The most noble Knight is honor
Who demands a strong heart's faith
And draws velet lines to pawner
Gives strength to your covered lace
Truth the Knight who stands at sentry
And guards against shadowed course
Stays lies at secured heart's entry
With all tools of weapon's force
The strongest Knight is red passion
Who searches heart's lands desires
And unfurls your flag in fashion
To your heart's castle with fire
Three Knights for your heart that's guarded
As you travel castle walls
And lets your heart move brave hearted
To hear love's embracing call
For 10th Contest Castles
sponsored by Shadow Hamilton
The ordinary water that she sips
transforms into a sparkling crimson juice
of cherries, cold and sweet, upon her lips.
The blues she sees are sapphire, greens, chartreuse,
and hardly does she know the color white,
for pearl or alabaster it appears.
The fog is lilac mist, and she’s a kite
that climbs the sky while loosing mundane fears.
Consumed by wind, she does not flag. Instead,
embracing zephyr, soars. Responses of
this mortal are not common. Served dry bread,
she’d name it manna sent her from above!
Half Pegasus, on wings of beauty borne,
her other half alights, a unicorn!
For the Screwed V Contest of Rob Carmack
The point of no return could be global or individual
but never is it in the middle.
It is a horizon of dreams aloft in hope held by tentative
strands of rope that weaken and deny what hearts are
seeking. It is love, stirred with hate that drips need to
bleed us, heal us and force our tired cope. It is a circle
never ending, a line never bending, and it holds questions
with no answers, like keys to kingdoms none can find to
turn or master.
It is that door, the door, where dear ones come and go,
ones who carry joy, hold us, love us, then, in time
they lack reasons to feel or the want to know us, so, no,
I mean, yes, it is not long-term, strongly rooted trust.
It is a strange, bewildering, momentous fuss that boils in
us until we bubble up our filthiest cuss.
It is same attempts in a familiar game of strange
ranging from old to presentations tweaked as new
that leave us standing without scent of a clue. It is
the reason creating all things we do and the matter
with our universal supply of glue. It is your craziness
fondling my insanity, too.
As a match, it does flame fan mankind’s fire to rise in
heat stroked red curls ever higher. It is the silence
that secrets our desires and the stillness of hush-laced
conspires. It causes human hands failed attempts to grab
sky-warm, star blankets, not to be human had.
It is a riddled fear maze forcing us to run, to race by men
with aimed happy guns, to quick stride far from addicts
selling sons and slowly consider embracing those we have
shun as we forgive ourselves for all never seen done.
It is another day, and, say, someday it might not come.
Ten Poems
1 Autumn Royal
Energy of life and brilliance of colors
2 Moon Harvest
Farmers’ song in splendor of moonlight cricket sounds
3 Monarch Butterfly
Elegant fragility and fearlessness of the monarch of the sky
4 Mismatch
Complexity of human psyche in smiling while crying
5 Midnight Sun
Journey of scorned heart to rebirth of love
6 You
A song of gratitude to love
7 Wake up and Sing
Sadness of fading youth with promise of rebirth
8 Change
The end is the beginning: Be surprised
9 Carnation and Roses
Maturity of love embracing thorn with rose of love
10 Garden hose
Funny poem for cats’ lovers
Third Place: Line Gauthier-10 Poems-5/24/20