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Premium Member Download Principle

Dare to dream
A mind to needs to understand
Convene words
Heart expels
Storms torrent the soul
Emotions cry out
A loud voice says commit suicide
Die and be forgotten
Surrounded by defeat with no victory
Story in
Approaching conclude with no soothe
Understanding and purpose collide
It’s like there’s a small boat unable to hold steady
The mind feeling like waves shifting here and there
Alone in the struggles
A sunset that quickly turns dark
No one knows what I feel
Reality is for real
A told story, but who is listening?
Anchored in one’s own theory
Mystery unknown
Tomorrow only a virtue
Words hold true
Where do I stand?
The day, moment and hour
Darkened walls with authority
The time getting shorter
Midnight could very well be the second
Death calls
I have only one breath
The hour
Time out
I die.


Outside the Headland

Leaking pontoon predicts my departure 
Impatient yacht chases nautical next
Mislaid terrain erases my history

Grim authorities in obvious places patrol 
Timidity prescribes aghast of tranquil abiding
Windwaken, I'm admiring the Sea of Revolt

Remarked upon in wonder, venture presents
Treasure indiscernible beneath tumbled tumult
Bold abandon condoned by bow of rationale

Faithful lungs serenade the speed of sails inflated
Turning back causes hair whipped vision to opaque 
Potential's yell propels me from return's persistence 

Society's twine allured by Twitter lunacy
My social media expels expiring bubbles
Sunk with rusty ruins of past governing

Continents are considered impediments 
Ballast beckons ocean of observation 
Jubilation journeys my adjournment 

Angels guide navigation wide eyed
Fleeing seabirds call for recognition 
Wave over waves of sweeping search

Unlikely dream festered in slumber of time
Shaken awake by inspiration's finger nails
Carries message of necessary momentum

Voyage for knowledge graces me
Extremeties are empty, planets drift
Virgin space accommodates galaxies 




       Originally written April 2020
     Submitted for John Hamilton's 
       Free Verse of 2020 Contest

Premium Member The Soldier's Death

To touch a tear that falls upon your heart
And feel the silent breath to which I'm wed
To know your love, caress its crumbled part
This broken dream a darkened path I dread
So dance with me before my body's bled
And cross the floor held tight between strong arms
With my need to see your smile with its charms
Tomorrow I will go, I'll not complain
As war has come to pluck and bring its harms
And bind our hearts so tight in final pain

To feel the gentle shimmer of your soul
You quietly move your hand to impart
As silent space between our eyes control
Leaves burning lasting image in my heart
In lighted dawn, I'll go when trains depart
And claim this painful sorrow I must add
To you my love, this dance a moment sad
To me, it's a memory's lasting cry
So dance with me as if your heart is glad
My eyes and lips will only say goodbye

As bombs explode and light the blackest night
I find your face to calm my darkest fear
In man-made holes, we crawl in troubled fight
When battle's hell and soldier's death is near
I try to hold my dance with you my dear
As bullets fragment in their deadly swarm
And men are hand to hand to let blood form
In scented war with visions to forget
Soldiers cry out a name in warring storm
My final breath expels from bayonet 

1/12/18 contest The Magic of Three
sponsor Broken Wings
Form: Dizain

When love leaves, be the roof

When love leaves, taking your home and walls, 
Let the elements beat you down
No job or acquaintances to shield you
Nothing but waiting as your friend and foe
For a home with love buzzing in the hive
To be a lucky one with honey waiting
Others wait days, some a lifetime, without a roof
You take a little bit of my love where you go
Something I thought couldn’t be taken away
When they drag you to that windowless room
Remember you’re homeward bound
Back to where love never leaves
Where a roof over your head is steadfast
It’s not in the drywall or joists held by nails
Home is the blueprint etched in the atrium
You can start again and again from there
You can rebuild Palestine as a home again
You can make heathen Babylonians pay
With each brick of Jerusalem rising
When love comes, rebuild your home
Preserve your good foundation for love
We’re all nomads waiting for home to return
After eons we still doubt home is where hearts are
When you’re heartsick, know love happened
Even for a second out of your home of a womb
You can be a home to a trimester of hope
When love expels you as broken, build
When no one knocks at your frameless door
Keep your engineered door ajar
An invitation for love’s design
Be a recalcitrant faithful
Waiting for no carpenter
Be a chance for love to rebuild

Premium Member Autumn's Breath

The first breath of autumn -  so softly creeps
Kissing the face of summer -  as she sleeps
Stirring within - such passion and desire
Setting every bough and green leaf -  on fire

Ablaze of flames -  in shades -  of red and gold
Burning the meadows - and the valleys below
Autumn’s breath  -  a perfume of sweet decay
Hangs over the earth -  in a crimson haze

Memories rekindled -  in all the leaves
In their final hour  - still cling to the trees
Until Autumn expels  - her final  breath
And falls -  in a kaleidoscope  - to her death

Where her ashes will sleep beneath the snow
giving warmth to the seeds - buried below

                             ~~~

Author:  Elaine Cecelia George, of Canada

Written: August 23, 2013


Premium Member PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR EXEMPLIFYING TO US THE VALUE OF PRAYER

October 24 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Luke 6-7 

Key Verse – Luke 6:12 And it came to pass in those days, that he went out into a mountain to pray, and continued all night in prayer to God.
	
PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR EXEMPLIFYING 
TO US THE VALUE OF PRAYER	

Praise be to God for exemplifying to us 
the value of prayer that: 
Expresses our need for His help
Exposes our nearness to His heart
Exalts His nurturing toward our hoisting  
Examines our naughtiness, hindering humility’s honesty
Expels our negativities, hurts, haughtiness and hopelessness

Luke 6:22 Praise be to the Lord for pronouncing 
blessings for us while we:
Love Him with His compassionate might
Live for Him by His comfort and mercy
Let Him cover us around His marvels
Lead others to His magnificence
Learn from His miracles

Luke 7:9 Praise be to the Saviour Who
commends us of our faith:
Propelled by His Word
Propped upon His ways
Prospered with His wonders
Powered through His wisdom midst worship
Pushed toward His worthy work against worldliness. Amen! 

October 10, 2024

Co Co

Her eyes are of golden brown,
they look to you for reassurance.
Every move you make, she is there, 
not wanting to miss a thing.
She's like a little human being,
wanting comfort and cuddles.
All the while, she is loyal and ever present.
Her young age is apparent in the way the energy she expels.
Running, leaping, jumping through the trees and streams.
She is adorable and so very obedient.
My son adores her like nothing else.
I watch them play in the garden;
time is forgotten as they are lost amongst their games.
They enter the house, panting with joy, only to exit again
after a long drink.
I smile to myself as I hear my son talking to her like a friend.
Funny thing is, she listens almost like she understands.
This is so endearing.

Premium Member A Vampire Is Born

Watch out! watch out! there's a vampire about 
He is hungry for blood there is no doubt.
The lights are low, the shadows are moving
He has found you, it is you he has chosen.

He taunts, he teases, does as he pleases
Sends spine chilling breezes that never ceases.
The urges inside him controls what he is doing 
He's cold, calculated and emotionally unmoving.

Hearing the sound of fluttering wings
Your fear expels a blood curdling scream.
Boom! boom! boom! heart rate skyrockets high
Your asking yourself "Am I about to die?"

Moving in closer he whispers your name
Tormenting you with his sadistic game.
When suddenly he appears there in full view
Your body runs cold as he moves closer to you.

His hypnotic eyes, his voice sultry and calm
Your soon captivated by his mesmerising charm.
Your neck now exposed; what he wants is laid bare
Piercing your neck he feeds from your submitted despair.

No fight is given as your life drains away
Blood spattered sprays now on display.
His eyes vibrant red from the cells he has stolen
His belly now full from the jugular that's broken.

Your a heap on the floor but not quiet yet dead
The poison grows inside you and rapidly spreads
The changes are swift, your reflection has gone
Now hungry for blood another vampire is born.

       04.10.23
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member EDGE OF NIGHT

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Boots scrape cold stone~  
the road unspools like old film,  
each frame a town  
where no one knows their names.  
Twilight licks their shadows long.  
 
A train expels  
steel and distant oranges.  
They swap coins  
for warmth in paper cups~ 
the dark drinks their voices whole.  

They trade silence  
for the weight of the question:  
Where next? The wind  
carries no answer, only  
the scent of distant rain.  
  
The last train gasps,  
a ghost leaving the platform.  
They step aboard—  
not toward home, but toward  
the dark’s wide, waiting arms… 

….and moonlight fills the creases
Form: Other

The Thing

A night tide expels it,
leaves it 
wallowing.

Salt has blistered,
nippers gnawed.

The carcass tumbles.
Tattered flesh flaps,
bone snaggles bone.

A figure emerges,
as if a mangled person
was escaping 
the weakening clutch
of tentacled coils.

Waves lap
at the lolling mound,
cavities rupture,
gas bubbles take
luminous shape.

A figure emerges,
hatching
from rancid offal,
it stumbles toward
the lights of a village.

Remains hang together
clothing a riddled form.
Strips of denuded meat
drag behind.

It is famished,
even though its belly is 
a bladder of corruption,
still, it is hungry.

It sees the warmly lit tavern,
imagines 
a sweet fried fish on a skillet,
a glass of strong ale 
waiting for the touch
of its macerated lips.

It had been a long swim.

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