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Today I realized god exists
You know one of those moments
where everything just slows down
and its just you and the sound
of the wind brushing against the pavement
a wind so completly powerful
that it takes away your breath
My dog and I
we ran
and the clap of the wind against our bodies
was so completly resounding, it was almost if we were in
an entirely different world
It was something so extraordinary
that I knew that there had to be something bigger
out there. Such synchronous movements
A sign that no one else seemed to notice
but to me
It was as if nothing else existed
except for the purpose of feeling one with god.
OR SOMETHING like
just truly knowing yourself for the first time if that makes any sense
Confused yet?
I shall further continue.....................
It was I was in this place where no one else could touch it
where there was no worldly confines or judgement
I could almost scream as necessary
or fall
down to my knees to weep
and in that world only god knew anything about me
The windswept leaves
manuvered by the wind
showered over top of me and
almost was embracing me
Like for the first time I knew in such a dangerous place
There was something SO GOOD
No one could ever touch that moment
Where the howling of the blustery wind only drew me further
TO KEEP RUNNING
My Heart pounded against my chest wall
remiending me in such an explosive world
I AM ALIVE
a WiND SO POWERFUL
that my feet almost left the ground
I am ONE WITH THE WORLD, and one with myself!
The leaves continue to dance around us
and as I raise my arms to catch them
I see they are delicatly swift
like gods eyelashes darting as his eyes watch over all of us
that everything was right in this moment
And I knew the truth
That god does exist
not by the stories of a black bound bible with ancient scriptures with words so
confusing it could make your head explode
but
with my eyes and soul
This day was a celebration that only god and I could ever understand
Giving us each singular moments
To know the love of something bigger than myself
To know that
god exists
TO know that
God tries to grab us by our shirtails
to show us the passions in life
that could not exist
I know that god exists
Form:
They hovered above, in an awe of absolute silence.
One would expect them to make a noise, as they changed shape, defying all human science.
Nothing like how the movies portray them to be,
You know a saucer shape with that familiar humming sound we always hear and see.
No, they had an extraordinary solid metallic composition,
That defied reasoning as they also, look like a watery substance in their transition.
Their outer shell if you can call it that, shone like a brilliant white light,
Yet without illuminating its surroundings, however, it hurt ones eye sight.
There were hundreds of them reported floating all over the world’s skies,
Watched in awe by every person’s eyes.
The answer to whether there is life out there
Brought a sense of death that caused a feeling of panic and despair
Nevertheless, people stood there, looking up, as if rooted to the ground
With this hypnotic stare, or as if trying to will the things to make a sound
Then as if dripping out of the main ship were smaller round spheres
That brought on people’s worst fears...
Undisturbed, they'll tend their own business
Without any pseudo fear.
History, mystery and strength comes to mind
When I think of bees.
B is for brutality to some bees
B stands for black obsidian, like gem of honey bees
B is for invisible bloodshed some of us never see.
I think of the bold, the beautiful family of bees
Spreading love like honey, all across the globe.
Bees are as boundless as time
Their language you can comprehend, because
Nature has it; bees were first in our world.
B is for bright works saving at least one soul
B stands for the blind tasting honey, then did what was right
B is the queen bee venerated by all.
Black, brown and yellow bees of profound givens,
It takes an extraordinary sensuous person, to
Fully understand bees.
The solemn lives of bees have been underestimated
Down through the passage of time, but
No weapon formed against them shall prosper.
*
Form:
I turn my back
feign indifference
and you make that sound ... that warm sound
that says, with a lilt FAR more convincing than words
"I love you ... I've missed you so"
it's been years, and I've wondered a thousand times
does she miss me, too?
do I dance in the depth of her dreams
or visit her momentary thoughts
in the quiet corners of the day?
does she search other sparkling eyes
for the soul-shimmer of mine?
now ... you're here, beside me and real as rain
and all melts away ...
years, walls, language, and our separate sojourns
half a world distant
as with all the parcels of truth
love is transcendent ... empyrean
laid bare and beyond difference
as visceral as the genes that separate us
and I think of how extraordinary and precious, our bond
how pure and simple and intricate, this feeling
how surely affection breaches the distance ... in a bound
human ...
and gorilla.
* For Dian Fossey, may she rest in peace *
A death sentence I have been given..
A man wearing a white labcoat..
A doctor if you will..
Sitting on a chair
In his office..
With eyes positioned low..
Chin facing down..
Gives me a death sentence..
Says with voice cracking..
I am sorry..
Terminal disease you have..
No cure..
In a matter of a few months ..
You will die...
Pure shock engulfs me..
My heart racing
Sweaty palms
Sweating profusely ..
Body shaking..
trembling uncontrollably..
Knees feeling weak..
In complete disbelief..
Speechless I am..
In every which way..
I cannot respond..
I don't understand..
How?
why me?
Nightmarish it is..
Soon this nightmare will end
I shall awaken from my deep slumber..
Realization occurs..
Not my reality..
Lips shaking uncontrollably..
Desperately I try to respond..
A man has given me a death sentence
While wearing a white labcoat..
No human being shall know my future..
How can he predict my death?
Extraordinary life..
Of delight..
filled with abundance..
My life is not in his hands..
I ..
The Creator can determine my life..
Consequences..
My future..
My life..
Not in this man's predictions..
Medical testing..
determines his predictions..
I confess..
I shall not accept..
I shall stand tall..
I will cease to accept a death sentence..
A prediction from this man..
Endurance..
Strength...
Resilient I am..
I shall embrace a sentence..
A sentence to life..
Tender
emerald realm ...
lungs of the earth
to span a continent, wide -
jade labyrinth of wonder and mystery.
Like a serpent, its watery namesake winds and slithers,
the strength of its back, untested,
colors and creatures of limitless kind and contingency,
peoples yet untouched by civilization,
and drowned in an ocean of foliage ...
its bounding abyss barely plumbed,
extraordinary species, as uncounted as counted,
and a tangle so snarled ...
that it hisses only at the grand Atlantic,
its mighty meandering coaxed to current and tide.
Beast of brute and beauty,
begotten of the Andes and the heavens, high -
a world begs your precious breath
and bold, boundless breadth ...
dangerous and delicate,
wondrous and wild,
untamed ...
tender.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Wild Country" Poetry Contest, Julia Ward, Judge & Sponsor.
~ Honorable Mention ~ in the "Strand Pick A, Any Theme, Any Form" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.
From what it is worth
I am saving my soul
I have extended extraordinary goals
no setbacks no holdbacks
I am content
I will survive
I am a survival
A lifetime worthwhile plans
doing what I can
some might not understand
saving me from this terrible toxic environment
as one manages to make it through
as life goes forward, I am brand new
looking forward at an earlier or later age of retirement
from midlife to the stage of later years
enjoying my life as another saved one appears
saving myself from a lot of headaches, heartaches
My trust is in Jesus
as the path seemingly is long
I am a person of Faith
with God, I am never alone.
Saving me
The key.
southern, technical wrestling style
a tech and grapple style. a
Spinebuster and DDT
as signature moves and
and a tough, tough demeanor
Becoming a world champion means
achieving the highest possible honor
in a sport or discipline, requiring
extraordinary dedication, talent,
and mental fortitude to be the best
in the world. It signifies being a globally
recognized winner of an elite
international competition, and for
many, it represents the culmination
of a lifelong pursuit of excellence
and a profound sense of achievement.
widespread respect and admiration felt
for someone or something on the basis
of a perception of their achievements or quality
What would I be?
Would it be that of pain and sorrow or that to which is of happiness and tomorrows.
It is of the heart you find as you find that of life’s trials.
As to stand as such in a manner one can stand, that in there it was no room to spare.
For it comes like a drop of rain, that tear to which falls.
It is of love but that of a fall.
It is of glory as you have giving me this day, which it wasn’t a tear of pain but that of joy
to which had rein.
It was of a soul on high that soars upper skies but from down deep to which that
tear drop fell at feet.
It was from that of a hearts fly that the tear came from an eye.
It was there I had found love that causes me to cry.
As you, I remember and it came from inside.
Soaring through body and soul, finding it’s way to the tear droplet in the eye.
And there it came, a love from inside.
Because there you have crossed my insides and made me cry.
It is there my heart cry’s with a roar and a growl, for a love never to stray.
It is of a desire to love one as delicate as a rose.
As a warm mist had blown in and gave me a rose.
It was of a taste I could smell but of you to which caught my eye.
That of an extraordinary beauty wrapped all in silk, as I seen you shine of a yellow,
which was sun shine of drips.
It was there the tear drops started as you stole away a heart in prep.
For that to which was to become real love but is now your love.
It’s there the tear drops rein as it feels you near with a tug.
As my heart feels of rain, knowing you are at far.
Wanting to hold one of such love, knowing I would be fulfilled with love.
With much of my hearts love and that’s having you to love.
It isn’t that of pain but joy, but that of a tear drop that reins for joy.
As with you, I have found a tear of joy.
Written February 04, 2025, For contest Sponsored by: Constance La France
Quote: Let the vintage box gather dust; it seems like no one will ever open it or discover it. By Poet
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Unseal all that unscathed trove of
treasured stories,
where the sweet fragrance of rejuvenating
Petrichor soaks the atmosphere.
A captivating aroma saturates
the serene and radiant
space of the attic.
whispers of memories linger
in every nook
where neglect softly nestles.
Gentle whispers of tales emerge from
a soothing sanctuary
seamlessly woven together.
Wicker wonders once filled with warmth,
now stand still,
cloaked in contemplative musings
that meander quietly by.
Revitalized by luminous, enchanting nights,
they bask in the brilliance
of the extraordinary stars above.
In the den, the resonance of
ancestral wisdom persists.
Graceful faces are captured in
the gentle passage of time.
Stories of celebration and
joyous laughter is woven together—
Imprints on lives marked by,
both strength and restraint.
With sorrow unearthed,
from this timeworn attic,
epiphany unfurls amidst,
despair and anguish—a beacon.
Fossils of joy cradle
our suffering when,
memories surge forth,
akin to an unrelenting tide.