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Walking through the land of shadows
wearing my yellow shoes
With each and every step
I created color and hues
The shadows started retreating
As color permeated the ground
Out of the shadowy darkness
I heard a horrible sound
"You do not belong here
I command you to go away
You are in the land of darkness
You must listen to what I say"
I kept on moving forward
Not sure what I would see
Where was the voice coming from
I looked behind a tree
Light and color expanded
Traveling up straight to the skies
The entity that so scared me
Was right before my eyes
As my shoes banished the darkness
The entity was reduced to tears
Without the aid of shadows
He couldn't tap into my fears
I then reached down to touch him
I told him that he was safe
He looked up with confusion
As I gazed upon his face
"Are you here to destroy me?
Have you come to take me away?
There is a purpose for shadows
They create hope for brighter days."
I heard what he was saying
The shadows have their reason
In order for spring to come
We need a darker season
So I removed my yellow shoes
Watched as the shadows returned
It was time for me to go home
With this strange lesson I had learned
How many are the years our world has been
an entity? And for how many more
has there been sky, the earth’s celestial skin,
which must have somewhat changed from years before?
In purer times, man may have seen it loom
with diamond clarity of layered blues.
Though like today, it also grayed with gloom,
it must have dazzled dusks in splendid hues.
And even now, despite new damage done
to its most fragile part, how it can shine
with utter brilliance, changing with the sun
while we below keep marring sky’s design!
Perhaps a Holocaust will bleed it red.
Though changed, it will remain when all are dead.
Halloween Haiku (the forest recalls)
spirits awaken
orange glow before nightfall. . . .
All Hallow Eve dawns
the forest recalls
screams of caged men burned in fires. . . .
a druid’s dark sky
the lord of the dead
lingers in woods’ memory. . . .
a lone owl’s strange hoot
reaching for moon
black barbed spindly arms outstretched. . . .
The worshiping trees
crescent moon upturned
a faceless pale entity. . . .
*Sanheim grins down
*Sanheim was the Celtic Lord of the Dead, for whom human
sacrifices were made to make amends for sins of the evil dead.
All Hallow Eve took place the night before their new year, when
Sun was worshiped on the next day.
For PD's HALLOWEEN HAIKU Poetry Contest
Malevolent Forms of Warning
Contamination of the water
Insubordination of a teenage daughter
Co-ordination of more lambs to the slaughter
Provocation of the new world order
Authentication of identity required for movement past the border to be sort
Augmentation of solemnity as reflected in the afterthought
Illustration of the ignominy while the power can be bought
Condemnation of the entity as the system is over-wrought
A youthful look toward the future with a glisten in his eye
The truthful confessions of a man on his death bed about to die
It’s useful to convalesce when you have been inclined to cry
A boot full of regrets can bring the heaviest of sighs
Confounded Orwellian nightmares upon the computer screens
Resounded machines travel in light years as the planet quietly screams
Co-founded companies of bright ears and minds that dare to continue to dream
Well rounded women dressed in their inner fears cling to faith to be redeemed
Polyphonic sonic soundscapes created for the innocent of ear
Hedonic landscapes berated the barriers as it all ended in tears
Subsonic whale calls through the oceanic walls as we lose more and more each year
Pneumonic plagues erupt among both the honest and corrupt to usurp the atmosphere
Benevolent forms appear through imaginations and storms as grace falls from the heavens above
Prevalent norms no longer need to be adhered to as societal push comes to the shove
Malevolent horns appear through placards of fear as the world is starved of love
Sentiment mourns the loss of all of it as peace forms from a white dove
The End
Copyright Elizabeth Moroz
The wings of dream soar high
to capture the rainbow rapture,
wrapped with chromatic charisma,
weave the tapestry of seraphic life
with the hued ribbons of passion,
design the elemental latent lattice
of self-seeking fervent syndrome
that fails to force out fantasy haze,
lurking behind the cloud of delusion,
for it has hypnotic leverage of trance
to blow my mind away in the wind.
Wedged by the splitting bevel
of the slashing time of reality,
the frail fragments of failed entity,
I feel framed for the irresolute life,
dispersed deranged on the path,
fading in the horizon of nowhere,
not yet leading to the rainbow
that lies dismantled in the debris,
disappearing in the deep dark sky.
Aspiring to retrieve the derelict dreams,
I configure the rudiments of wings to fly.
___________________
February 18, 2022
For Brian Strand's Premier Choice No 1188 Contest
Part one narrating snapping crackling, and popping trembling underfoot...,
which ushered poetic reverberations across the universe
A snippet of careering and careening
nocturnal cerebral manifestations
attributed to strong medicament
creating soundless clangorous din
ofttimes diabolical dreams
severely disrupt mine ability
to function throughout rest of day.
An adverse reaction
to one or more prescription medications
intended to combat anxiety, dysthymia, ocd,
and other psychological ills
(prescribed by Elizabeth Clark
Psychiatric Nurse Practitioner)
regularly, severely, and terribly
disrupts sleep of yours truly.
As a for instance recently,
I dreamt figments of mein kampf
fractured into a bajillion little pieces
when the final battle between God and Satan
known as Armageddon occured (situated
within Megiddo Valley),
which I (a diehard skeptic) would not miss
Earth shattering event for the world!
A diabolical entity (quaking with excitement)
accidently (perhaps purposely) let slip
the Apocalypse will strike seven days
after today. Yours truly along with bajillions
of other people held captive upon oblate spheroid
will perish within seven days. Meanwhile,
I plod along boulevard of broken dreams
ho-hum fashion minding my p's and q's, oh
of course giving remaining twenty four letters
of English alphabet their diligent due respect.
So much euphoria suddenly bubbled forth,
where debilitating anxiety would usually churn.
Though giddy with excitement,
(no more plaintive laments about being dirt poor),
yet wincing back concomitant sentiment also arose.
No matter both pseudo and real
contradictory reactions prevailed,
I did not experience anticipatory anxiety
that usually gets triggered regarding
some worrisome circumstance.
The aforementioned debacle
(impossible mission beset seismologists).
There are things that we sow, and we do not desire to reap their harvest.
In fact, we might later engender aversions to the distaste we created.
But there is a fixed law that says, 'we reap what we sow'.
Inertia remains until an outside force alters its status.
Inertia must be a rarity in our vast volatile universe
because it seems that everything out there is in motion.
Commitment and consistency are always welcome,
But repetition that hopes for change yields a
sameness that is tantamount to insanity.
Dark, demonic, and horror books and movies,
I cannot abide and refuse to read or watch them.
To certain things, I must close my mind.
Our mortal being desires what it sees and feels.
Whether informed or ignorant of the actual cost,
Often, we do not desire to pay the hefty price.
I have an aversion to inhumane traditions.
Does it serve the few and enslave the many?
Is it demoralizing, humiliating, and racist?
I have an aversion to half-heartedness.
Should we not give it our all or not at all?
Sincerity alone does not make it holy.
And I think insincerity is repulsive.
Clearly, Hypocrisy has no winners.
I find narcissism most repugnant.
We have been told that fools rush in
where angels fear to tread. Some fears are
healthy. If the traffic light is red, wait.
Have respect for the ways of Rose as well as Ray.
If an entity is not broken, leave it be; Let it lay.
However, if it is broken, fix it now without delay.
Heroism is earned, not self-proclaimed.
Once upon a time, bleeding the ill was
a medical procedure that later proved
to be totally worthless and deadly.
I suppose that water takes the course of least
resistance because she feels that it is essential
to keep flowing. May we be conduits through which
God's love flows like an ever-flowing river.
092422PSCtest, A Brian Strand Premiere Choice Poetry Contest.
Strand. 5P
Mind marooned in complexity
Intricacy singular in each living
The psyche shapes unique entity
On alien attribute it won’t cling.
In reserved recess riddles hide
Sub-conscious search can’t find
Probing plea of the world outside
Can’t contrive the closed mind.
A pining prisoner of own making
A cocoon in introvert isolation
I see all the faceless faces fading
Me wedged in web of self-adoration.
My morphed mind turns Nemesis
Makes a mirror of mirage for me
I look into it lurching to the oasis
It is only me that I always see.
In self-veneration, a false perception
I notice Narcissus in me lonely lurk
A secret switching over to obsession
Lies latent, languishing in the dark.
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February 10, 2023
For Brian Strand Upto You Contest
I have been thinking about what life in this world might be like,
When from the throes of this pandemic we emerge and take a hike,
Even though we are still in the midst of this global disaster,
One day soon this Coronavirus nightmare we will get over.
But what will the lasting effects be, when Corona no longer dominates the landscape,
Would there be unpleasant realities from which we cannot escape?
Will the world economy rapidly recover as many are predicting?
Or could we be in for a prolonged period of economic declining?
Could Covid-19 be the harbinger of future disasters and pandemics,
That will wreak havoc on global economics,
Leading to a period of severe economic distress,
Which makes all our national currencies worthless.
For years some have been predicting a time of universal harmony,
When the whole world would be using one currency,
With the economies of all nations so tightly stretched,
The reality of one world economic order is not far-fetched.
And who would be the leader of this global entity?
It would have to be someone with great moral authority.
Would he or she be Chinese, German, Russian or American?
Or maybe he or she might just be European.
What type of political system might we have to live under?
In this time that might not be too far yonder.
Would we be free to exercise our autonomy,
Or will be the subjects of an autocracy?
Enough of my musings, but I hope this poem get you thinking,
And start to some self-evaluating.
The Covid-19 pandemic has made us confront our own mortality,
My sincere hope is that it will also propel us to plan for eternity.
As an entity in the dream we conjured
We know not we are both the dreamer and dreamed
How then may we wake up when we are in trance
In bondage to illusions we ourselves streamed
As both the dreamer and the dreamed
We manifested each other,
Being solely each other's prayers heard
Set to hold a row in each of our hands
As we sail down the river of life,
Heading towards tomorrow
I the dreamer and love the dreamed
I the dreamer and love, an eternal kiss
A grip holding on to eternity
A promise offered by the divine
A hope amidst life's dark tunnels
An opening amidst all closures
I the dreamer or you the dreamer
In each of our slumbering minds
We vibe with existence, setting our pace
To match the tempo, creating thus
A whole new universe,
Filled with beings of all sorts
Set to be governed by ourselves
Yet, the dreams would not have been
Had the divine not willed it
Does it not make of us, then,
As an entity wished for by the celestial power
And does abiding to it not become a celebration?