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Written: October 16, 2023
Changed past Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Fire Bird
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The intricate tapestry of my subconscious
A birth, a time of such heavenly consequence.
It all evolved with my son's day of birth.
Everything was suddenly unique and worth.
His fuss was filled with full-flapped fanfare.
My feelings were relayed through a fan fair.
My heart was flooded with vicarious love.
My destiny drew its Elysian toll from above.
Disassociation has ceased to be my domain.
Stunningly sturdy for such a slight sustain.
His memory was rattling, sharp, and retentive.
A hitherto unknown mnemonic thrust is affective.
In records of our psyche, reminiscence resides,
A phenomenal ability to remember and abide.
He could memorize and recall with ease,
Every moment, every word, every tease.
But paramnesia would sporadically pass,
A momentary lapse, a memory out of grasp.
Yet his memorization skills would never cease,
a whispering fugue, an embroidery of peace.
Associations formed, connections made,
In the tapestry of memory, they never fade.
Obliteration might be a gamble to intervene,
But my nostalgia remains tenacious and keen.
In his empyreal life, bolstered and vibrant,
Gossamer memory is a slot never to be slanted.
No word or recollection is to obliterate,
This memory is prodigious, a peculiar trait.
Dreams are woven into an exquisite tapestry,
Where the past and present descry harmony.
Wherever recollections are strung together,
These precious memories will last forever.
Once upon a time ago,
An act of marriage was made so.
Film and sound both intertwined
And made a movie when combined.
At first, colour was not in sight...
Merely greys of black-and-white.
Ceremonies made in silence
Without gratuitous sex or violence.
As time went on, movies evolved
With many contributors involved.
The inclusion of colour and soundtracks
Enhanced what some pictures would lack.
Cameras of stock and sprockets
Would eventually fit into pockets.
Anyone can perform marriage
These days with the correct carriage.
These words are a mere summation
Of imagination and inspiration
That cinema has given me...
Thank you for all I hear and see.
easier than seems
getting lost within our dreams
is this what it means
to exist on this planet
bit more conscious than granite
the fear of being
where there's no guaranteeing
things we're believing
like the gods in the heavens
evil is caused by devils
amid the chaos
hold tight what is dear to most
entertain old ghosts
quickly choosing not to see
all that is or soon will be
completely reject
our universal connect
base human concept
fabricate different course
deny coming from the source
bound to each other
'til being pulled asunder
by the next number
just cosmic dust in the sky
we exist until we die
children of the stars
sometimes forget what we are
have evolved this far
unthinking spin through cosmos
truth turning into pathos
HONEYMOON DESTINATION
*****sapiens have travelled very far in time
From the gaping rift valley all around the earth
Invented science, shaped their future and dream
Modern man evolved to get full value its worth.
Space is pierced by rockets, the planets probed
Bounds are broken for glitzy galaxy to explore
The search for the alien life increased manifold
At a pace not seen in the human history before.
Space travel is in the realm of reality now
Flying missions take time and cost money
Scientists would find a way and knows how
To travel fast, reach Mars or moon cheaply.
They’d find the means, make alien land in space
Suitable for human habitation hopefully soon
Time would see the beginning of out-of-earth race
Moon would then become a place for honeymoon.
March 9, 2018
A testament to Prince
Prince, I saw your vision in the purple rain
And in that moment, I knew you were in no more pain
You graced us with your presence and filled our hearts with love
With your unbounded talent
That came from straight above
You left us sad and broken
And now we have no peace
But together we will strengthen
And our grief will cease
Oh thank you Prince for everything you’ve shared with the human race
We’ll treasure your gift of music
We’ll miss your handsome face
The heavens are rejoicing
And there you’ve found a home
And in that place you joined there
You never are alone
We never will forget you
Your voice will never die
And we will look forever
Into that purple sky
And so we will remember
How richer our earth is
Because Prince Rogers Nelson
Indeed he did exist
Rest well our purple angel
We love you with all our hearts
And we will meet in heaven
And then, we’ll never part
Hi there, Thanks for creating this contest!
I have been with "Poetry Soup" for a couple of years now. I really love "Poetry Soup" because the comments from other poets are genuine and provide wonderful feedback. I am so glad I found Poetry Soup.
The poem, "A Testament to Prince" started it all for me. I have been profoundly moved and devastated by the loss of Prince Rogers Nelson. After he passed away, I began writing poems which were dedicated to him and then eventually evolved into other subjects. I was so inspired that I wrote a poetry book, entitled, "The Microcosm of Poetry". I am in the process of completing my second book. I think my poetry has grown significantly. I have been reading works of other poets. I have also been studying poetry by reading books about it. I think my new poems have better wording and are tighter. I mainly write in lyric or free verse form, but I am always learning! I sincerely hope that you enjoy my first poem on this website.
Thank you for reading my poem and entry. Sincerely, Alona Perlin.
I watch
as sun slides down in the sky.
The shadows increase in length,
a dark waterfall descending
upon the sandy beach.
Slowly I inhale and exhale,
savoring the fresh flavor
of the evening’s briny sea.
My eyes devour
swirls of lavender wisteria
beautifying the vast expanse
of the darkening cobalt sky.
My sweet summer
has slipped away
with the setting of the sun
on this autumnal equinox day.
The waterfall of shadows
is now a fountain
totally engulfing the shore,
having evolved into
night’s giant all-consuming chrysalis
enwrapping me body and soul.
A sudden rush of wind
and small ripples on the water
transform into turbulent waves
lashing the shoreline where I stand.
I tug my sweater closer to my chest
as I tremble in the gloaming.
“we woke up early one morn, ego shorn
it felt as though we were in form reborn
nodes within stirred, boundaries blurred
our head and heart, with love concurred”
(line of inquiry)
Tears fell upon a senseless blank page,
as self-pride suppressed dark vents of rage.
We become silent when words don't engage,
until we are touched by verses from a sage.
Some arrive as a mentor with a mystic gaze,
save us from being misplaced in ego's maze.
As silver serpent skin begins to shed,
we learn to walk a path where the sincere tread.
With poetic expression a tale adorned.
In the early dawn ink's ego was torn.
Quill's rebirth reflecting a radiant sunrise,
evolved the mind to portray sapphire skies.
An alchemist's heart spoke of love's sweet strings.
A melody mutating like butterfly wings.
Vanity cast away, as a cold heart warmed.
A rhapsody of roses with white petals formed.
Emotions weaved words through the veil of time,
in a fusion of metrically composed rhyme.
With each beat, a rhythm of stanzas poured.
In the canvas of life a masterpiece concurred.
In union, poetry whispers through the air,
cosmic swirls only honest poets share.
As ego dies, speech become a divine exchange.
Souls ignite when toxic thoughts begins to change.
No, I am not "an it". I am not an accident or mistake. I am not a remake of a former being. I am a very unique personality made in the image and likeness of God Himself. I am one of the billions of masterpieces created by God. I am fearfully and wonderfully made, and there is no one exactly like me in the entire universe. God never once said, "OOPS" when I was conceived. He knew what He had in mind when He made me. I was needed along with all the others to act in my own free will in giving back freely to God. Beyond and before conception in my mother's womb, I was conceived in the mind of God. I am going to heaven after I have finished my assigned purpose and task here on earth. God Almighty loves me dearly and has sent me on a special mission to perform that which no one else can complete just like me. When God sent me, He never required that I be perfect, but He demanded that I be obedient.
In my own experience, the answer to the question of why am I here has evolved over the years. Only God knows why, but for many years I was not privileged to understand my exact mission. However, my overall "I'm here for" is to glorify God by loving and serving Him and giving my life similarly to humanity.
06042018PSContest, Your Purpose In Life, Heidi Sands
We met him at the Pride Parade joining all those who came there to unite…
He was wearing a blue denim dress and carrying a flag in colors blue and pink and white.
He proudly waved his transgender flag…a freedom that seemed to give him joy…
We weren’t sure if he was born a boy who knew he was a girl
or born a girl who knew she was a boy.
But that didn’t matter to us…or anyone else who stood there by the road…
we were all impressed with the courage and the bravery this wonderful human showed.
Because today…fear and prejudice and politics have made it difficult by far…
for a transgender human to stand up proudly…and declare to the world who they are…
Which is why we were there at the parade…to lend our love, support and happiness
to celebrate with pride…all the people in the parade…and their unique humanness.
It’s fitting that we are in Cherokee country..because many native nations,
whose traditions we so callously attempted to destroy…
believed in two-spirit people—those being born part girl…part boy.
They gave special significance to two-spirit humans…and welcomed all of them here
believing they had a special connection to the sacred spiritual sphere.
They revered two-spirit humans…who because of their two-spirit feelings
became their spiritual and ceremonial leaders…with special powers for healing
I’d like to get back to the Native Nations way of thinking…
because the only way to make this country great…
If to ensure acceptance, truth and wisdom…supplants our prejudice, fear and hate.
When you think about it who walks in better balance
than a human who can see the world from more than one side…
Which made us proud to watch this young human wave his flag…
proud he knew he was accepted…that he didn’t have to hide.
I believe we all are born with two-spirits…certainly me…and I have no doubt…you…
It’s just some people are more blessed to have a better balance between the two.
And rather than try to shame and humiliate them…I think it’s important that we…
celebrate who they are…and who they were born to be…
Because this human holds onto the hope that one day…our world will have evolved so far…
That a human won’t need to be brave or courageous…to show the world exactly who they are
Terrorists think they can intimidate me,
or we on this rock that sits in the sea,
this civilization that conquered the oceans,
we are world famous while they are no ones.
If you think that you can intimidate us,
by hiding a bomb in a bag on a bus,
or exploding explosives in a sold out arena,
then you must be a less evolved creature.
You believe you need to die for your God,
I believe I should die protecting my lot,
and what we believe we believe equally,
so don't think that you can succeed easily.
If I fight back am I terrorized?
No I am not I don't run and hide.
I do not need a cape or disguise
to take down the most cowardly guys.
So I call on those who are brave to all rise,
protect our island risking our lives,
refuse to back down, stay stood side by side,
if we fight back they can't terrorize.
Would you be prepare to make this sacrifice?
Be a real man, protect children and wives,
unselfishly fight and possibly die.
When it's your duty, when it's your time.
Lest we forget you should you fight.
Lest we forget those who did fight.
Lest we forget.