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One's Mind is a Battlefield
One's mind is a Battlefield,
But strength transforms in the smoke,
Intellect to breathe.
Through chaos when old fears insults.
The war inside ain't quiet- is quick-witted,
It's real-
Until now resilience occurs in the places
Doubt tries to rip-off.
Shadows lure from corners,
Anxiety creeps like a thief, even so
Truth stands guard, grounding beliefs.
One derives in the midway of the mess,
Rooted and aware, turning every mental
Clash into proof of staying here.
This isn't just existing the Battle-
It's reshaping the terrain,
Building power from struggles, judgment
Calm in the tension resilience emerges
Motion, a Victory reclaimed,
A soilder of self-worth marching concluded
What once felt fierce.
Many things in life are left undone
for fear of asking or lacking a veritable fact,
in doing so our wish gathers dust,
and we still remain that child pulling the toy wagon....
but wait, I heard of Jeannie's bottle so tall and sleek,
which grants wishes to all seeking her vision!
Would we sit back and ponder defeat,
not try harder to glimpse into dreams after when we're awaken?
I may waffle and laugh as a satirical jester,
but my frisky intentions cannot be hindered by a mere obstacle,
and as a pugnacious and fierce warrior...
this battle I must win and seize Jeannie's bottle!
I will make many wishes and as I see them materialize,
I willl keep rubbing it until I lose the desire to fantasize!
My soul is lifted out of my mind.
In its stead—
filled by the Holy Spirit,
guided in silence by its breath...
like an angry wind held still
above a river born of crashing falls,
with a tooth that grinds iniquities,
and a sacred flame
that cooks the soul, the mind, the spirit—
to perfection...
for the baptism of old me
to become a whole holy me.
Sent as a dove,
an olive leaf clutched in its beak,
frozen mid-flow in time,
seeking the ark that once preserved all lives—
not merely to procreate,
but to proselytize,
to turn men
from detestable sins
to delectable holiness—
confirming God's presence
even in our loneliness.
Then I preached His word
to multitudes on the altar of His house~
and they fell under the anointing,
speaking in tongues not their own.
The Holy Spirit descended like fire,
subsuming the pure in heart—
consuming their sins.
Those once presumed lost to the lake of fire
resumed their worship of the true God—
Creator of the heavens, the earth...
and everything.
Then I laid hands on the sick,
and they were healed.
Even the dead rose from sacred dreams—
a sight so fierce
it left Satan trembling...
as I, in His name,
banished his agents
into oblivion.
All this... because I am filled,
and led,
by the Holy Spirit.
The Defeat
It got to me
My temple has been struck
At first it was sudden pains
Like hailstones from the rain
Now the pain grows worse
Something more like a curse.
Spreading fast and fierce
Someone please call the nurse
It hit me right at the core
Now my system is at war
The air is thicker than before
As I'm gasping for air
The chances of survival don't seem to be there.
This cloud of smoke is getting me weak
Now I feel the fear of defeat
Lungs are collapsing
As the machine starts beeping
Straight line, no more beeping
Just the last tear and His voice whispering
"Get up and defeat it".
Corona you, I have to defeat.
Outward brain stem hummock
analogously, (asper bound
minuscule magnum opus)
figuratively paginated with drowned
atavistic animal instincts
roar back to life upon found
perceived or real threat adrenaline
splashes cerebral hemispheres
triggering body electric
to become alert as a bloodhound
countless millenniums ago
the flight or fight reaction apropos
when savage beasts
threatened tribe with bro
whizzing primitive creatures
some forced tweet crow
wing, thence railing, swooping,
trouncing dough
main housing small cluster of emo
ting primates (gabbling in primal
grunts and groans witnessing ruminants
scurrying to and fro
survival of the fittest danger field
thus by dint of inherent smarts didst grow
outwitting wily coyote, or other lion eyes, hoe
ping automatic saving grace tactics recalled,
when looming predator doth woof
and warp emergency arises,
when debacle fore stalled
for time against getting mauled
whereby each subsequent ruse
out foxing fierce-some, hungry non a mew
zing potential breakfast, lunch,
or dinner as the sorry loo
sir aye sic newton, sans
this non nonsense game of "Life",
which thru countless millenniums strategies grew
layered upon left and right cerebral hemispheres few
till hetty became diminished
as proper contra bands of bipedal hominids drew
upon accumulated storied history
learned from Bubba Zayda's
many times over motley (foolish) crew
squirreling modus operandi
wove (traversing eons)
corpus collosum hair
(more so nerve fiber weave
a microscopic whirled wide web linkedin
left and right fist size gray matter
coated with transparent integument
custom made swiftly tailored sleeve
ah...proving grounds,
when forebears of *****Sapiens
touch and go tagged on permanent leave
on par with imagining dragons easy to believe.
I look into the mirror in a dissociation
as my reflection no longer looked at me.
My companion lost in abyss of darkness
my dearest wife, I no longer find beside me.
Engulfed in emptiness of a gasp of echo
my abode of walls reverberates in silence.
A house painted in creamy white and pink
with beautiful carpets, curtains and closets.
Our dreams spread beyond horizon of hope,
as we breathed life and made it our home.
Soft arms of an amazing angel,
she turned our world to a sensual garden.
A place where flowers learned to dance.
A place where birds learned to whistle.
A place where butterflies learned to flutter.
The Mom of the house...
she cooked and washed, cleaned and dried
everything perfect where they should reside.
Domestic rules in her strict constitution,
The lioness was fierce, an epitome of dedication.
Now she has left her den, never to return...
her helpless house looks into the mirror
it no longer finds that exhilarating home.
Quietly we endure the deficiency syndrome.
11th July 2019
Sponsor Kai Michael Neumann
Contest Name Another Eight Word Challenge
The following words have to be used
Constitution
Hope
Echo
Dissociation
Abode
Dreams
Lioness
Sensual
If you meet me in the forest tonight
We shall leap over those granite stones
Scaring the rabbits who live underneath
hiding their full tummies
We will snatch one out by the ears
and make short work of her
Terrifying her children
leaping over their bodies
to devour their mother
We shall be mighty
and fierce and show those
who ridicule us how dangerous wolves can be
When they reside in the bodies of old women
Now give me your most horrible awful terrible wolf howl
Let’s raise the hair of those who think we are invisible.
Let’s terrify their blood streams, and freeze them with fear.
sometimes I follow faded stars
once grand glittering giants
that hung like beaming beacons
in the inky deep
to goad tireless truthful travellers
reach their desired destination
amidst odds and vicissitudes
of a hectic life
I tread a ridge overlooking
a silent serene slumbering village
to glean a better view
of its still shining silhouette
glowing in the horizon
while others deep asleep
dream of what the morn will bring
in its crystal plate
whether golden shine
or wild whirling winds
while trudging along the path
laid with thistles, thorns and trees
distant memories
haunt the seams of my mind
no longer burning
with fierce desire
yet holding silent ambers
of former fervent flames
that once swept my mind
with warm waves of mellowing grace
though long faded now
their ghosts of fire still shine
emitting a gentle glittering glow
that guides our life
eases the pains of sorrow
rains joy and mirth in our midst
with their sparkling legacy
scattered like spinning stardust
on a shining silver sky
but never truly dying.
they still linger in twilight`s
soft and smooth sky
a shining echo
conquering even death
for though the brightest star
must fade from view
the wide stretch of the firmament
holds their memory
a twinkle in the silent haze
the light that guides us
through the lonely days
a quiet spirit
in the vast expanse,
an integral part
of the cosmic, everlasting dance.
"Mythical creatures arise in a labyrinth flight round a cloisters,
a crown of flowers and berries they wear in fairyland." Quote by Poet
Stars shiver in the laden cold with the moon's sight.
Autumn's chill sigh emotion thrown across the night.
The elves, faeries, centaurs, and minotaur physicality
in merry enchanting dance in the inner labyrinth
among the comfort the open courtyard invisibility.
Untold mythical young too; no mundane eyes could see.
Winged Faeries spin~dance holding an olive branch.
Dragons menacing roar with crackling fire of thunder
weaving between the clouds to catch the air above;
under a blanket sky, whirling in shadows of purple.
Magical serpentine fierce in all their mystic wonder,
incandesce scales in brilliant metallic shine livery,
to its subtle benevolence manner, bold chivalry.
3/17/2023
Writing Challenge - 'M' Words - Poetry Contest 7. mythical
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Milestones Toward Oblivion
by Michael R. Burch
A milestone here leans heavily
against a gaunt, golemic tree.
These words are chiseled thereupon:
"One mile and then Oblivion."
Swift larks that once swooped down to feed
on groping slugs, such insects breed
within their radiant flesh and bones ...
they did not heed the milestones.
Another marker lies ahead,
the only tombstone to the dead
whose eyeless sockets read thereon:
"Alas, behold Oblivion."
Once here the sun shone fierce and fair;
now night eternal shrouds the air
while winter, never-ending, moans
and drifts among the milestones.
This road is neither long nor wide . . .
men gleam in death on either side.
Not long ago, they pondered on
milestones toward Oblivion.
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