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The lush fishing village of Kaloo-Nong
Rich with folklore, dance, and song
Natives thrive in work and play
Through joy and sorrow, day by day
When young Tahina feels lost, tense, and blue
The villagers know just what to do
In the sacred woods they sing tales of yore
Soon Tahina is as happy as she was before
In New York, young Mandy feels anxious, and blue
Her parents know exactly just what to do
An emergency room doctor, sterner than kind
writes a prescription to calm her mind
Months, then years pass, as friends fall away
In a well of despair, Mandy dreads every day
Abandoned and lost with tormenting sensations
Doctors continue to change and adjust medications
Garden of joy
Garden of light
Light sprays soft, gently
Light inspires kind hearts
Hearts breathe ecstatic laughter
Hearts dream of serenity
Serenity sways natures and souls
Serenity brings wisdom and trust
Trust warms our wildest dreams
Trust erases our darkest fears
Fears are liars, living in shadows
Fears refuse the truth, sweet security
Security is a safe harbor
Security inside can be unfailing
Unfailing truth is simply amazing
Unfailing faith brings loving praises
Praises admire God, our Creator
Praises applause loving blessings
Blessings kindle unwavering pleasure
Blessings dwell deep inside
Inside are silent feelings
Inside are soundless beliefs
Beliefs won’t ever forget
Beliefs shine in kindness
Kindness is true intelligence
Kindness is absolutely sure
Sure of eternity, forever
Sure of love’s sincerity
Sincerity won’t ever fade
Sincerity knows amazing grace
Grace stirs growing seasons
Grace brings life’s freedom
Freedom to fly high in the sky
Freedom to believe, beauty that’s so alive
Alive like the magnificent gardens
Alive like the blooming flowers
Flowers who tremble in the sunlight
Flowers who rouse the soul’s muse
Muse who gives my life reason
Muse who sees beyond the external
External gifts often fall away
External things don’t usually stay
Stay past the shadows who sigh
Stay through the reasons I try
Try to bring rhythm to the song
Try to find direction in God’s word
Word of hope
Word of love
Love…
Hope…
Trails before me
The guiding light of all who look
The veiling dark betwixt each star
The crumbled rook
The waning breath of who we are
Or whom we mistook ourselves to be
In sleepless fantasy
Fades as voiceless memory
Gazes upon a faceless sea
Turning, we weep
As silent ends the dream.
Pierces, the waking
The heart stirs once more
Beating with fierce unknown fear
We stept once more thro' trouble's door
We make our way in lonely dreare
If happiness greets us,
We'll away from here,
But no eyes dare we cross, or meet
We watch the ground 'neath our feet
Lest it fall away on some nameless street
And we fall double lost
To the waves of defeat.
Stare up toward the star that blinds
Know that nothing in the null binds
That the rush of life
Are the flowers of the eye
Frail and intricate beautiful
But ultimately a lie
Dream bears more weight
Than you or I
And the hour is late,
I’m afraid.
My soul rides the pen.
Flowing through the nib,
my thoughts are revealed;
flowing onto the page
in dark, liquid waves.
As a vessel, I pour;
all within me, spews forth.
Naked rivers of ink
Reveal muse’s secrets.
Muse wields her sword,
sliced opinions, fall away
upon journal pages.
Pen-to-paper, scratching letters and
words that betray us both.
She talks too much and insists that,
there are others who dream and believe, as we do.
Why do I feel like I must keep silent and
Let her do all of the talking?
With Pen, she speaks;
with sword, she conquers.
I am her vessel and I must let her pour.
Share your empathy of unbridled dreamlands
my dear friend
and help me heal my abandoned, decrepit heart
with its peeling, dangling memories
in my troubled mind
Give me faith for shattered wishes
lead me to meadows of pulsating heartbeats
so I may rest my battered spirit
in the sun's gentle glow
to find the elation of serenity without pain
where I'll drink the elixir of forgotten promises
that linger still, on the edge of reality
like an unwanted scent of decay
drifting across the cobwebs of love's illusion
where my heart was left ramshackled
from the lips of a stranger's breathless kiss
which dripped honey upon the mouth of betrayal
to leave me a fool in a cold, barren tragedy
Help me, my dear friend, cling to this moment of survival
and not allow me to grovel on the ground of disrepair
before I fall away from the world
in a remorseful cloud of suffering
Give me hope and reasons for peaceful constraint
so my broken heart can leave this realm
of dim-lit shadows
that haunt my dejected soul
Wipe away my tear-filled pain
with your hands of comfort
so I may watch the sunrise again
and find light to repair the pieces of my world
that lay in my decrepit heart in need of repair
We in are in a time of darkness,
A season of sorrow and regret.
Like a great fish caught in a current
Rife with unexpected, opposing tides.
All are tossed ever farther
from lives all hoped to access.
Striving against this typhoon of violence
Perhaps our hope is bereft?
As this devouring night surrounds,
No egress to safely accessed.
Losing strength, all fight this unyielding tide.
Vainly seeking the shore.
Loss and grief are everywhere
With no light, they can find no haven.
They are lost within this black storm.
My Bride I have chosen you to be guideposts
Given a specific task to play.
In one hand hold high the gracious lamp
Filled with Holy Oil stored for this day.
Climb high upon the rocks
Light the wicks to combat war’s fray.
Now the Holy One commands the light stands to light!
Making the darkness fall away.
The path is narrow, the way is hard
“Bride of Christ, light your lamps
Save all that you can on this –
The End of Days!”
God’s promises are everlasting
Christ commanded us to not lose even one.
So, My Chosen, light the lanterns,
the Bridegroom’s feast awaits.
THE PARK BENCH AT CHRISTMAS
she shed first her hat, gloves and scarf.
later her glamorous coat, leggings and shoes.
she snatched off her dress to catch the eye,
then brassiere and panties but no man partook.
she plucked her eyebrows and hair off her scalp,
clipped fingers and toes and her iceberg nose,
then in utter horror, as she grew older, various parts
in a most vulnerable way began to fall away.
snowbirds begin to whisper of a skeletal noose —
the clickety-clack of a virgin’s jaw in maudlin movement,
as only the geese head South, her regret grows madder yet.
on the bench Madge sits in silvertone chattering bone
“all alone….all alone...all alone”
11/19/2018
Sandra Kendrick’s The Park Bench At Christmas Poetry Contest
Poem based upon a photo showing the skeleton of a woman
waiting on a park bench hoping to find a man tolove her
Who by fire
watches the earth burn?
Who believes that matter
is neither created nor destroyed?
Who burns their bridges behind them
after walking across its form?
Who swims the water's edge
treading through its unknown depths?
Who drowns his spirit
in alcohol, drug, and opiods?
Who lives only for today
when tomorrow is on the horizon?
Who still believes in God
after everyone claims to fall away?
If time and life teach us lessons
then why do we never learn?
Who by fire
denies what lay within their grasp?
Who thinks out loud
and wonder who is listening?
The Lord is my friend and King,
Providing the right way for me.
He is my saving fiery torch,
Who consumes all my sins and enemies,
Burning away all my fears and worries.
Who of all creatures shall stand in the way?
None, but those who shall perish, and fall away.
Does the Lord have any enemies he cannot defeat?
No, so come unto Him, and ye shall have victory!
For the promises are sure, and triumph complete!
All those who deny themselves for God's way,
Who take up their crosses, and humbly obey,
Will find themselves in life's true light-giving rays,
Which lead unto God, unto the perfect eternal day.
Standing on the sure rock of our redeemer, always.
As a disciple of Christ, in the new covenant of peace,
We are to seek out the lost sheep, bringing them to the feast.
As charity seeks not its own, and others not to disown,
Purity and love seeks to share its home, where all can find hope.
All who desire their place in God’s Kingdom, must use the atonement.
Our precious Savior has given us His word,
That if in the soul and heart of truth we’ve heard,
We may know with our spirits, and feel the proof,
That our Lord has borne every sorrow with love, agony and truth.
We must raise up the fiery torch, as an ensign for all to come unto.
Having stretched the boundaries of hope
to encompass yesteryear's follies
and truths abandoned for fantasy,
faith forces us to walk life's tightrope
blindly, and yet, we manage to cope.
Youth is too cocky to make mistakes
navigating repeated patterns
through choices and their consequences.
Full steam ahead, both feet off the brakes,
they're wired to win, whatever it takes.
As years fall away like Autumn leaves,
actors morph into the audience
observing youth rehearse for bit parts.
Power's all a kingly mind perceives,
truth's the usurper; no one believes.
Reality waits till later years
to unmask manipulation's face,
programming in the guise of free will.
Exchanging fragile freedoms for fears
lies are spun into a veil of tears.
(Alemseged Style)
06/27/2022