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Dim lit, damp and distant corner
torn from dream of vapor’s fold.
Slow descent to worlds divided,
nothing hot and nothing cold.
Long ago this soul forgotten,
cast off in the ides of youth.
Un-forgiven deeds left hiding
beneath the stone of burden’s proof
Wait to see if fate redeems her.
Wait to hear if time repeals.
Sentence passed down just to mar her.
Word and deed like flint and steel.
‘Jezebel!’ they mock to call her,
waging war against the skin.
Pressed on by the mob’s directive,
let the judgment now begin.
Scrutinize each blood stained footprint
left across the ice drawn field.
Hide the ones who hold her province.
Never bend. No, never yield.
For from that damp and distant corner
ever flows the world of hate
through the veins of those who think they…
hold the key to Heaven’s gate.
The days of a man seem so few
life before their eyes just goes
a flower full of colourful beauty
so glorious indeed as all knows
The life of a man starts one day
before he knows life is all gone
so important indeed to use it well
for the world offers a big con
A worthwhile purposeful life
is found only in God's plan
abiding in Him obediently faithful
this is the whole duty of man
Remember when the wind comes along
it's force powerfully blows it all away
man's life flashes indeed before him
then it's gone having not another day
(quote: "When we have someone pass away most of us shiver to think their place will be forgotten"
Psalm 103:15-16 (KJV)
15. As for man his days are as grass: as a flower of the field, so he flourisheth.
16. For the wind passeth over it, and it is gone; and the place thereof shall know it no more)
The sun is buffed to a shine,
and songbirds still sweetly sing.
But the dog days of Summer
are on a steady decline.
Leaves maintain a shade of green,
and roses are in full bloom.
Yet, as temperatures drop,
Nature starts changing the scene.
The crops ripen in the field,
for Fall is fast approaching.
And though ever so subtly,
signs of Autumn are revealed.
There's a chill in the night air,
as Summer slips away fast.
And daylight starts shrinking down,
though the weather is still fair.
Wild geese honking overhead
soon begin to migrate south.
And squirrels stop eating nuts,
burying their hoard instead.
As Autumn leaves swiftly fall,
they are scattered by the wind.
And after Fall’s colors fade,
Winter's white will blanket all.
NOT CONTEST BOUND
I stood upon a rocky shoal, regret lingering across my mind
Its fingers traced the blood-filled lines along my bare arm
as if they were the brittle veins of leaves fallen from a tree
I was not blind to fear or its impending threat of harm
Its whispers felt like the breath of death, washing over me
How brief the moment seemed to pass, between light and dark
Shadows fluttered and were cast in ebony depth of night
This was a foreshadowing tale of danger, imminent and stark
A pale moon had risen, a silvered orb staring at me from high
as a cyclops beast waiting to feast when the moment was right
A scarecrow stood in fallow field, upon his arms were perched
ravens whose brothers danced on his head, raucously calling
Death rode upon an ill wind when suddenly they took flight
Such was my fright when in the sky a pair of red eyes lurched
I stared in disbelief, knowing I had no chance of forestalling
Within the barren branches of each maudlin, leafless limb
Regret stared at me from the forlorn eyes of Edgar Allen Poe
I felt my knees begin to tremble, my eyes filled to the brim
Frozen with terror, I was deprived of taking a life-giving breath
A chill made me quiver, and I realized it had begun to snow
How brisk was the Winter wind. The flock of crow took to the air
after sending me a warning glance with fierce beady eyes
An eclipse veiled the face of the moon, filling me with despair
I heard the caws, and despite my flaws, denied Poe to take my soul
From the waters edge I walked away from death on a rocky shoal
911
By Franklin Price
09/11/2024
Three and twenty years ago
Terror rang its awful bell
In the midst of New York City
The great and tall twin towers fell
Slammed by hijacked liners
Deviated from their flight
Took our independent nation
From the day into the night
Thousands died there on that day
At the Pentagon we lost
A field in Pennsylvania
Also added to the cost
There was no nation there to fight
These were terrorists with dough
Billionaires had funded them
What to do, we did not know
We went to war with countries
Targeted Iraq, Iran
To make it even better
We fought in Afghanistan
For over twenty years
We sent our soldiers over there
Many killed and wounded
And our fighting more than fair
Since we did not fight the country
But the terrorists within
We could not hurt the population
To damage them would be a sin
There was no way to win the war
We finally pulled out everyone
The terrorists took over
Now its worse than when begun
We are protectors of the world
Have been since World War Two
Give of ourselves to everyone
We should try out something new
Trillions of dollars is our debt
From giving everything away
We borrow bucks from China
Who may own us one fine day
Communism and democracy
Capitalism one and all
The ones who have the money
Will cause the other ones to fall
We've donated to our allies
Just to keep them as a friend
While our own go cold and hungry
Which has come to no good end
The USA's our country
Home of the brave and free
A promise land for citizens
That's including you and me
We welcome here most anyone
Who contributes to our way
Terrorists and criminals
Cannot be added to the fray
Our borders need protecting
Not to let the bad ones here
There's a qualifying process
For rejecting when they're near
We all need to pull together
Or we'll lose this once great land
Nine Eleven is still with us
We must address it hand in hand
as love outpours its own sublime essence
each imbibes hues of chosen resonance
free will determining the vibration
making music tuned to its gyration
in a play of divine entwined romance
child wondrous visiting a foreign land
flits about in trance till he understands
that fleeting images merely come and go
whilst bliss within eternal and mellow
all that that is empowered by Gods hand
dynamic stillness in field kinetic
enlivened silence when heart ecstatic
centred in nonchalance void our fulcrum
each node within bliss throb sensorium
rainbow in full view magic eclectic
08-February-2021
*Image of My Cup Runneth Over by Church atta Creek.
A Cup Runneth Over
we're sorry no pets
poststorm dog barks wag nonstop
an arched cat hisses
cool shades show a view
advanced a treat much delight
sun-kissed blossoming
a smile comes my way
my countenance is induced
courtesies likewise
get the camera
oh just about almost there
outstretched stance crying
you bought only games
I hate it there's no Xbox
it's still in the car
it's a wink of time
that will endure evermore
it's a lifetime rise
two friends meet one more
threesome playing together
greatness in numbers
baseball team haircut
eleven members now bald
boy with cancer hugged
ere the knell chimes in
fun times at reminiscing
hugs and love abide
public tree planting
when the old plant trees whose shade
they'll not sit under
how true can love be
our enemies still fight on
for whom the bell tolls
pick a tight corner
not a wide open field then
get them one by one
what is confidence
'tis fear that dwells deep within you
wear the whole armor
sip his Words therefrom
drown in them force need to breathe
substitutes wisdom
child beseech not I
for He lives within your heart
your faiths will bless you
don't busy yourself
filling other cups but yours
God will fill your cup
I am quite content
I've more than enough for a
cup runneth over
2022 July 27
Pick-A-Title, Vol 31
~~Edward Ibeh
Last night, I dreamed a dream I'd never forget
When my tired eyes sealed shut at the tail-end of dawn
Morpheus spirited me away to a moonlit Xanadu; a sanctuary
Of beauty and peace. What a dream! It was my safe haven
For an entire day. I had fun! I wish I'd revisit again and again
There, all the troubles of the world are non-existent
It's an otherworldly getaway I wish you'd see for yourself
Akin to an Elysian field; absolutely captivating!
You'll be overwhelmed by a multiplicity of dazzling sights
At dawn, butterflies were fluttering in clusters
Over the field, as if all whispering secrets to each other
Hummingbirds were hovering from one bloomed flower to another
And I danced with the nymphs under the afternoon sun
On an elevated tree stump, I sat as though it were my throne
What a view! I could see the gorgeous scenery for miles
There, at twilight, fireflies swarmed the firmament generously
The stars were sparkling like diamonds, and birds were tweeting
Just for me. Moonlight shimmered on a small pond; fishes
Swimming under all happy and carefree. What a dream it was!
I wish you were there with me, my true...
Best free verse 2019 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by John Hamilton (Winner: 2nd Place)
Date written and posted: 02/17/2019
FEBRUARY WK 4 ANY FORM,ANY THEME,UPTO 20 lines
Sponsored by Brian Strand (Winner: 1st Place)
Date written and posted: 02/17/2019
I Dreamed A Dream Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Silent One (Winner: 1st Place)
Date written and posted: 02/17/2019
The flight controller solemnly guides another aircraft in-bound.
The plane safely lands, smoking tires delicately kiss the ground.
The pilot reverently tells the tower he has twenty-one souls aboard.
Alas, his passengers lie in flag-draped coffins, 'tis sad to record.
Misty eyes are seen upon the faces of the honor guard here and there,
As they handle the coffins of their brothers with tender, loving care.
Chaplains intone quiet words of comfort, leading a final parade,
To honor them with lasting tribute for their righteous crusade.
Brave American heroes, who sacrificed all upon the field of strife,
Now safely sheltered in the arms of God, who promised eternal life.
Tho' they gallantly performed their duty with honor and dedication,
Sadly, they won't parade or hear the acclaim of a grateful nation.
Brave patriots will be borne to their rest in hallowed ground,
To await the clarion call of Gabriel's triumphant sound.
Honor guards will fire the gun salute upon the sergeant's command.
The plaintive tones of "Taps" will echo throughout the land.
Tho' twenty-one American families' lives will be changed forever,
They take comfort knowing that their sons died for freedom's endeavor.
They placed the destiny of their country above their very own,
To ensure that our hard-won liberties will ne'er be overthrown!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Placed No. 2 in Constance's "Scavenger Hunt" Contest - August 2010
IT
What is it? It is important IT
In modern world, a celebrity.
Glamorous Information Technology.
An annexation to sociology.
Perfect in Globalization.
Indispensable in civilization.
Applied science of interaction
on continuous communication.
Field is world-wide acceptable.
Discipline most desirable.
12/07/17
IT Poetry Contest by John Lawless