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As light dances red on the horizon's end
we are captured... beneath stars born in a luminous sky
the moon rises with a dreamers glow of enchantment
our heartbeats pause, the world is silent and still
as your face is burned in my heart
the silhouette of your form stays motionless against the night
as we embrace a vision of misty dreams
where heartbeats are felt
I welcome your eyes
like a sparrow small seeking refuge in a storm
trying to cross the bridge to your heart
as your whispers of love captured mine
held as a prisoner without restraint
free to wander in love's wondrous thoughts
to the lush meadow of our destiny
where love is born, unaware of its first breath
when your eyes slowly lifted with a smile
inviting me to enter a world where dreams are made
where love becomes woven into the fabric of life
and caresses are measured like the floating wings of butterflies
that wind the clock's hands to eternal
from each warm melting kiss
welcomed in the slow motion of a vanishing night
where the moon is full
and lips dance across the skin of desire
anchored to love's moors by lover's chains
clasp around our arms by our passionate passions
driven by hunger searching for a sanctuary
until...each chain is released and a veil drops
to reveal our internal fires burning
exposing our vulnerable hearts with all their scars
laid out, as an offering upon the altar of love
where two candles are lit
...a promised beacon of truth given to our souls...
6/25/22
contest Free Verse Old or New
sponsor Joseph May
SUNFLOWER SAPLING
I am growing yellow blossoms, patina of petals shining golden.
My flowers silently smile to praise glowing Sun if not hidden
behind platoon of clouds, flowers seek sun rays till sunset.
Blooms gaily gaze moving heads as Sun roams slow from East to West.
Being in quest of sunbeam, bright or dim, flowers are smart to turn
heads throughout day always facing dazzling blazing shiny Sun.
Glossy glistening shy flowers are shaken by gentle mild breeze.
Me bathed by amorous shower or sun rays while zephyr tries to tease.
Blossoms are drooped, dried when my short life ends in one season.
Drones and bumble bees stick to withered blooms as seeds got ripen.
10/01/19
Second Place
'Story of My Life in Ten Lines' Contest by Silent One.
How Would Jesus Vote?
By Mark Stucky
Would Jesus vote for striking others’ cheeks in tweets?
Would Jesus vote for grabbing others’ genitals?
Would Jesus vote for separating children from parents?
Would Jesus vote for ceaseless scandals and lies?
Would Jesus vote for prideful arrogance and bragging?
Would Jesus vote for juvenile insults and name-calling?
Would Jesus vote for tantrums and narcissism?
Would Jesus vote for alienating national allies…
while coddling dangerous demagogues?
Would Jesus vote for enabling the rich to get richer…
while the poor become ever more impoverished?
Would Jesus vote for following false profits and prophets?
Would Jesus vote for a president twice-impeached?
Would Jesus vote for a peer-convicted felon?
Would Jesus vote for immunity from justice?
Would Jesus vote for insolence and insurrection?
Would Jesus vote for revenge and retribution?
Would Jesus vote for ends justifying the means?
Would Jesus vote for devotion to deceptive idols?
Would Jesus vote for destroying our democracy?
Would Jesus vote to make America hate again?
On the ballot, what would Jesus do?
We should all surely vote that way too.
(See also my related poems “The Art of the Devilish Deal,” “The 2023rd Psalm,” and “Tweeting the Truth in Love.”)
(Image by Edmond Dantès on Pexels.com.)
Forgiveness releases conflicts and has a clean soul effect.
Only positive thought may repair broken relationships
Resolutely communicate after cooling down
Grievances must be put aside in order to pardon.
If you've apologized, you are indeed good.
Venerate to be able to forgive various rage of life.
Elevate peace, embrace, and aid in the exorcism of evil spirits.
Be excuse-making let penance be, and you pretend.
Unflappability; not in a short period of time afterward
Tolerance demands you to have a twisted, restless mind.
Normal person suffers in a sick culture and is not tolerated.
Explore a lawful premise to assist with the goal of relationships.
Victim is punished by his ego, enraged, and seeks retribution.
Each battle is never finished until the moment it ends.
Resilience is the same as confidence, and confidence is faith.
Forgiveness is more valuable than the wrongdoer's harm.
Others are cruel to you. Promise not to let hatred consume you.
Reconciliation based on honesty is better than just respect.
Gain excuse and sensitivity as you stream quickly and nimbly.
Even the solid might be forgiven; strong men tend to disregard.
Thusly, one may enlighten others while slowly healing himself.
written: May 28, 2021
A BRIAN STRAND JULY 3 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Another 24 come and gone,
Time just keeps moving on,
Drawn in by your awareness,
It could care less about progress,
Never second guessing when to move,
Putting you into its groove,
Proving it Can devour your power,
Or shower you with blessings,
Aligning you with the best things,
Some time is never ending,
Sending you into a loop,
Bending to fit your mood,
The faster my attitude improved,
Time passed as if it moved,
Removing its tight hold,
As thew experience unfolds,
Old patterns fade away,
Opening more space in your day,
Extra time to play around,
Stay grounded and aware,
And you'll have some to spare,
Sharing it with all you meet,
Greet each day as if it were new,
Let your emotions teach you,
How to view time through a lens,
Your ends are always met,
Cleansed by all that's true,
Time is defined by what you do,
Emotions are designed to push you,
You decide how fast it goes through,
Every moment is brand new.
they sought those who's hearts they wished to break
night by night they were people under the grace of
their own beliefs and doings.
people who wished to be together in a time of their
own confusion.
deviant some were to bring together those who were
and could be a source of their entertainment.
they made some special and others workers, doers
of works, divided by class and social standings. the most
attractive ones were adorned, those less attractive were
unseen, as futured except in the doings of work.
greater the cause the more endearing the message:
the sages of the field rise to speak. the lilies are flowers:
but the tulips and roses are chosen. press the fruit
that the nectars are released from their peels, and
the cores and seeds are exposed, these sweetened waters
to nurish, and nurture the folk who desire them. drink the
waters of the fruit, might they strengthen thee. drink the
waters of these fruit might they bring satisfaction to your
wanting thrist. smell the flowers, that there sight might
satisfy those who seek satisfaction.who's eyes are brightened by the suns of
the new morning, that this day is best that it is new. Best that it restarts a cycle
that we might examine those days behind ys, and speak of this day tommorrow. love til you can't love anymore, than might your lover bare the need to be loved?
or love each day like you really mean-it, and look forward to tomorrow,
that you might become better, in your believing. That convinced we are humbled, that each beganning ends something else. And only tommorrow is promised, either with or without you. Love everyday, and love those who love you, because often you have inspired them to love you.
Candle glow at midnight
The hatch is locked
A scrambling splutter
As I reach for the key of circles and bolts and lines
But just as before
The circle ends
Four corners behind
And I'm scrambling again for another key
I plead the glow as I–
Well, do I cherish my existence once more?
Foot taps to the humming
Blood rushing under my skin
I'm thrown to the couch
A corner, I curb
Did I feel the end? Was there an end in sight?
My head tilts, and I
Can't quite seem to keep the colours
Steady in my mind
For better or worse, I do mind
Do I love?
I don't love, I don't love, I don't love
I don't love. I do love. I don't love. I do love.
The sadness was embraced with excitement.
Pulse that is filled with both thrill and sorrow.
The soul burns at a scarred wound to follow.
Flop could ruin their hopes of assignment.
We've all endured distress, even silent.
We witnessed the chagrin during the flow.
Should people be harmed intending to learn?
As pain teaches the best lessons in life,
life ends, but no one wants to be in grief.
It's fading; we're unfit to sate its dawn.
Today, we echo what said those who gone.
If the clarity can't tell, scholars grief.
Any fear that arises in our souls.
In fact, loving God is not awed by goals.
(Verse)
3/21/2021
Heart Harp Harmony Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke
As I press on the keys
Gently with each finger
I play passionately my piece
In a manner strong but tender
And thus sound fills the air
To my ears - a great delight!
As if I were in the heavens
As if I knew not of night
Though stars are of beauty
to which my eyes be satisfied
The light of which the day emits
Is brighter than that of starlight
But then my senses implode
by the hammers' sudden strike
The shaking, the tremors,
My body's petrified!
My heart pounds quickly!
My logical mind dies
And yet the hands move swiftly
It seems - each finger could fly!
All sorrow, all burden
Dead flowers in one garden
Somber chants of monks heard
Not the singing of a songbird!
All that pain! I am driven!
Heavy feelings - all are sunken!
'til the illusion is gone
Oh, my heart and mind be one!
And so it ends in a light stroke
Finally played the last note
Slowly I push back my seat
Then firmly stand with my two feet
Nothing has happened
t'was all in the ear
Just an imagination
of a young boy, dear
How such thoughts arrived
No man could explain
For it is the power of music
to turn us wild
or keep us tamed
When he was a young boy in India Kabir loved to read neath his favorite tree…
only pausing to watch the clouds…
some times he’d read in silence…other times…aloud.
One day while reading he noticed…out of the corner of his eye
a young elephant, about his age, innocently strolling by.
As Kabir began to read aloud the young elephant’s ears perked up in surprise….
and when he gently sat down next to him…he looked into Kabir’s eyes.
“Please read on.” The elephant said. “I want to hear how this story ends.
(This is the day they shall long remember when the two became best friends.)
One day as they sat reading together…their feet dangling in the brook…
Kabir announced, “I shall call you Max…after our favorite character in our favorite book!”
“Max is perfect.” The elephant smiled proudly rising to his feet…
“and it is under this very tree where we wild things shall meet.”
And for many years Kabir and Max would read together
sometime they laughed…sometimes they cried
beneath their favorite tree…sitting side by side.
But little boys and little elephants grow up…time can indeed be fleeting
and with families of their own…the wild things stopped meeting.
But one day as the two friends walked together…up ahead…
what did their old eyes see…
Kabir’s son reading to Max’s son…underneath their favorite tree.
Max and Kabir smiled at one another…remembering back to an earlier day….
“And I shall call you Max.” They heard behind them…
as the two old friends walked away.