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I AM
I am one breathtaking moment
I am one who is lost or alone
I am one raindrop, or one flowering rose
I am warm as the sun, or cold as a stone
I am a distant star or a meadow lark
Or one dark cloud that hovers on the horizon
I am many memories from a long ago childhood
I am today and tomorrow
I am a teardrop filled with sorrow
I am the first rainbow of the season
I have many ways to sing a love song
Or tell a story, or share the laughter, or feel the glory
I am all the colors of our world
I am a disappointment, I am a pearl
I am all races, all creeds, the scattering of all seeds
I am a leaf who's frayed by the wind
I am a friend, who stays till the end
I am all words unfurled into the light
I am all the broken hearts and hopes lost in the night
I am all the hurt, all the anger, all the joy, all the love
I am all who believe in God above
I am all who doubt
I am all who laugh, and sing, and wail and shout
I am unleashed with wild emotion
I am silent with devotion
I lay stepping stones to healing
I renew by sharing feelings
I am a few unbroken rules, a few enchanting jewels
I am the ember, I am the spark
I am unsure, in ways that count
I have been kind, I have been cruel
I have been curt, I have been hurt
I am a poet.........I have a heart
I am a season nearing autumn
I've climbed to the top, I've hit rock bottom
I am a mother, I am a wife
I have been taking, I have been giving
I have a family, they are my life
These are my reasons to be living
I AM
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For The "I Am" contest, sponsored by Frank Herrera
11/3/14
Through the chambers of silence where lost time stirs,
In the room where once hopes blossomed in a flight towards the horizon,
Now stretches a wasteland that whispers from shadows and profound horrors,
All for your diaphanous light, for your silver rays that shatter.
In the altar of distant youth, where my dreams walked unceasingly,
I've searched throughout for hidden spells in corners of unending, untouched world,
Which spirit of darkness did you penetrate, did you seek with your full, spherical eye?
Emptied of eternity, scratching for the key that pours freedom into the clear sky.
Underneath a cloak of stars, your serene gaze wide open with breadth,
Just a moment in the eternal, when the full moon shows your essence, reveals what is to come.
How could I have suspected, with my unripe mind, with the unknowing mystery in fragile dreams?
A demonic truth, only understood when the light dimmed and evening turned late.
Was I your celestial meridian, the point where destiny diverges,
Where my blood might boil like some heated metal in Vulcan's hearth,
The teeth to become sharp swords, the soul, a wild, wandering beast,
In a world of night, strong and thirsting, a shadow that lays flesh low.
Oh, Moon, your play of fate has woven my heart from shadows and grace,
Enchanting lady of the night, I find your mystic artistry now bitter.
You, now weaving my deep chain of curse, are the saltworks that burns in my dreams,
And I, prisoner of dusk, search for a respite of light, but fall back into evils.
But you, guardian of the night, in your astral dance resembling both fortune and doom,
You watch my descent into the abyss, to see the beauty of the horror you without mercy or spot have staged.
The stranger, myself, transformed by you, a wildness I now carry at my chest like a heavy stone slab,
Whose genesis is repentance, and every heartbeat, an echo of a world that once was.
And yet here I stand, beneath your cascade of cold lights,
Where flesh ends and the spirit outstretches its wings, softly so.
Seeking an escape, amidst memories, amidst ruins, in their darkness,
In your celestial crater I find myself, a sharer of the night, of nights bathed in tremble and thrill.
Thanksgiving fast approaches
and the bustling has begun
in an enchanting house,
the House of Cinnamon.
With children home for holiday,
the voices that you hear
are sunny as the curtains hung
inside this home of cheer.
As words elatedly resound
through rooms and down the hall,
a glow of kinship grows to warm
each nook of every wall.
Two little ones on father’s knee
now listen to him read
while mother in the kitchen
mixes dough and starts to knead.
The daughters don their aprons,
glad to help their mother bake
while older sons outside leap into
heaps of leaves they rake.
And then the kitchen fills with song
as mother hums a tune.
Her daughters sing the lyrics
as the wee one licks a spoon.
Now the dough with sugar, nuts
and raisins all is rolled
and cut into as many pieces
as each pan will hold.
Inside the oven, butter-drizzled
rolls now ooze and swell,
and soon the habitat absorbs
a most delightful smell.
Outside in chill of autumn’s wind
the boys having fun
can smell sweet scent of cinnamon.
Into the house they run!
Now day has turned to evening.
From a chimney curls grey smoke
as round the hearth inside there sit
the first-arrived of kinfolk.
The children of the house are sleeping,
but when they awake,
they’ll greet the ones they’re thankful for.
Of love will all partake.
For in the House of Cinnamon
a way of life remains
untouched by what the world’s forgot.
Here harmony still reigns.
for The Enchanted House Poetry Contest of Nayda Ivette Negron
Her long dark hair gracefully flowing
Her green eyes flash wickedly cold
Her truth shows behind her foundation
Her beauty so plain to behold
A beauty so plain to behold
She has placed herself high in her tower
Far away from the hurt and the shame
Where her soul is lost hour by hour
Where only her chains are profane
Is it love that her heart has forsaken
Can her wonder, the heavens replace
Is her world but a place torn asunder
How I long to see a smile on her face
In a world that has lost all its glory
For one so enchanting and young
What secret remains of her story
Lord, don't let her song go unsung
Her long dark hair gracefully flowing
Her green eyes flash wickedly cold
Her truth shows behind her foundation
Her beauty so plain to behold
A Beauty so plain to behold
The part-time poet chose a summer day
to search for inspiration at the park.
Distracted by the children's joyful play,
she sat and stared--mind empty, mood so dark.
She said, "The forest is the place I'll find
enchanting scenes to motivate my pen,"
but woodland creatures' noises filled her mind.
Her muse then fled, and she could not begin.
Perhaps some time with family and friends
would help her find imagination's key.
Oh, no! She finds their lively chatter tends
to chase away her creativity!
She sits alone and queries, "Why--oh, why--
can't I create a poem that mirrors me
and all the wonders that within me lie?"
A part-time poet she will always be!
Date: July 2, 2019
Contest: The Part Time Poet Contest
received NA in this contest, judged July 9, 2019
entered in John Hamilton's NA Rerun-2 Poetry Contest on August 7, 2019
What's the difference,
and where lie the solidarities, between
Panentheism
and transubstantiating experience,
Multisystemic co-acclimation
and multicultural creolization,
Herstoric history
and theologically matriarchal organic ecology,
Sacred democratic evolutionary revolution
and restoring EarthJustice,
Resilient peace
and everyday sacred
non-violently enchanting positive energy?
Why does this list
speak with uniting integrity?
While seeing synergetic principles
of multicultural healthy zeroism,
cross-substantiating non-universal paradigms
encouraging trust
inviting beauty,
emerging polyphonic polynomials
mutually integral
Re-defining
plusHere and minusNow,
One egocenter
monoculturing greed for timeless wealth
without concomitant
radically eco-rooting WiseElder
DNA sacredly co-enscribing,
prescribing,
describing
regeneratively resilient
healthy wealth
of future searching ancient regenerations.
Nature Wonders
I stand in awe as nature wonders
Of raucous waves and roiling thunders
Rushing streams released as winter thaws
As nature wonders I stand in awe.
Spring awakens, her heartbeat quickens
A pulse of sap through bare boughs thickens
Fields of daffodils reawaken
Her heartbeat quickens, spring awakens.
Summer tangos in a seashore dance
Beneath clear skies of azure romance
Neon sunsets in shades of mango
In a seashore dance summer tangos.
Fall swirls in orange red fantasies
Enchanting dances of phantasy
Mischievous breezes spin into whirls
In orange red fantasies fall swirls.
Winter dreams of seeds in gestation
In the sweet hush of hibernation,
Silent cadence in snowy extremes,
Of seeds in gestation winter dreams.
10-14-22
Contest: Swap Quatrains
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
Rhymes checked with www.rhymezone
Syllables checked with www.howmanysyllables
he meet a woman
and found her to be enchanting
her words, her meaning, her purpose
she redefined what perfect company was
I loved seeing her in my home
I loved hearing her voice
her presence commanded award
each performance she made me feel
loved
her words restricted me from troubling,
wondering and straying
she loved me and allowed all who knew me
to know that she wished to be with me
as wife and lover
i felt satisfied and relieved that
I didn't have to court her
she knew her responsibility as lover and
made me feel man enough to
not feel constricted by her times where she was
against me
we talked through differences
we compromised when things were
full of tension
she never shamed me in public
and neither did I shame her
I allowed her to speak of
others as worthy of being kind
or worthy enough to be considered
Something I learned from her, it allowed us
to talk about things
that were businessed by need
and person. For example, she spoke of
a gentlemen who wished us
( my wife and I) to purchase
his truck, it was used but he
found it more engaging to deal with
my wife as he liked the
way she carried her self.
I allowed it it was often beneficial
to our family and business structure.
I married her when I was twenty
and have been fortunate enough
to love her everyday since.
Meet me in forever,
where the moon enclasps
the enchanting
heaven above us,
for you, are the music
playing on loop,
and we are like
unrhymed verses,
dancing amongst
lyrical constellations~
waiting to be aligned
as a sign of love.
Sometimes, obsidian hearts
will never feel the raging fire
they rise above and beyond,
as untamable phoenixes,
ascending in burning hues,
to the eden in our
warm embrace,
interlaced with
soft summer skies,
where love finally feels safe,
flowing in silvery
aisles across
a lake of flaring firestones,
a home for dreamers,
residing in fields
of ever blue
forget-me-nots.
When twin souls
are entwined,
by sacred wings of angels,
descending through
vermilion gold beginnings,
I question every
nightingale that sings~
what could be the melody
that would unveil the tune
to orchestrate
my own universe?
As I keep fighting
the urge to
disappear sometimes,
to silence these
deafening screams in my head.
As everyday, I am different,
somedays my conscience
confuses my spirit,
that this love is like a fever-
a disaster waiting to occur,
running in foggy breezes,
leaving me gasping for air.
When overthinking is a poison,
my mind fears
these crippling changes,
echoing through
our favorite songs.
So, how will I ever be able to
right every wrong,
without my savior
that saved me
from dreary dark
dawns of December?
Perhaps, this was pre-written
in untold sagas
of romance,
I am only complete,
when I am within
the coincidental
half of your gemini heart.
Here, I wait, alone tonight,
until you become mine,
so meet me in forever,
where luminous clouds
unravel perpetual
purple flickers in our sight.
Sweet Valentine
Valentine!
Please be mine,
just to love.
My Sweet Heart
Your love
I must deserve.
My liking,
my yearning
touch your mind.
Please respond
on strong bond.
Love is blind.
My passion,
My emotion,
My desire
wants entrance
to embrace
you, my dear!
Tie tight knot.
Love has brought
two hearts close.
Wobbling left,
Please accept,
best I chose.
Valentine!
Nice and fine,
Smile and laugh.
My darling,
enchanting
better-half.
02/26/16