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Mindfully aware of desire flicker
Time stretched stillness held in love flame’s wicker
Cognisant that ego is in pursuit
Vibrant soul presence remains resolute
Resting attachment to the external
Seeking within, love and light eternal
Paradox is that we need to dissolve
For it’s soul, not body, that does evolve
Poised in wonderment, awaiting the leap
No trace of fear, of inky black void deep
Innocence offers love no resistance
Thus the seeking too, is sans insistence
Be watchful hermit, of each thought spiral
Behold then how, bliss within goes viral
18-July-2022
The wind may howl, the clouds may roar,
Thunder crack and storms may pour,
But deep within, a fire burns bright,
Ain't nobody gonna steal my light.
Trials come, waves crash and churn,
Hope may flicker, embers turn,
But roots run deep, where joy takes hold,
Ain't nobody gonna sell me cold.
Shadows creep, doubt whispers low,
Fear may claw, a silent foe,
But I raise my voice, a joyful shout,
Ain't nobody gonna dim my doubt.
Through grit and grind, my spirit leaps,
Over hurdles, valleys steeps,
For in my heart, a song takes flight,
Ain't nobody gonna steal my night.
The world may spin, a dizzy chase,
Smiles may fade, leave an empty space,
But in my soul, a truth takes root,
Ain't nobody gonna steal my loot.
My joy, a treasure hard-won prize,
Sparkling fire in my eyes,
A radiant flame, a burning song,
Ain't nobody gonna do me wrong.
So let them scoff, let shadows fall,
I'll dance with joy, embrace it all,
For in this life, my own to claim,
Ain't nobody gonna steal my flame.
So raise your voice, let your spirit soar,
Sing your song, forevermore,
For in the depths, where joy takes hold,
Ain't nobody gonna steal your soul.
In distant realms where love's elusive gleams,
I search for traces of what once was true.
A love untamed, lost in forgotten dreams,
A flame once bright, now dimmed and misconstrued.
The path to find this love, wrought with despair,
Obscured by veils of time and circumstance.
Yet in my heart, a flicker, ever aware,
A yearning to rekindle love's expanse.
But love, once lost, can be a treacherous foe,
Its embers hidden, hard to rediscover.
To bridge the chasm where true passion did grow,
Requires a spirit that seeks to recover.
I face this challenge with steadfast resolve,
To reignite a love that fate hopes to absolve.
Though shadows loom and doubts may haunt the way,
A love that's true can never truly die.
Through trials and struggles, we'll find a convey,
Unwilling to let our love fade, goodbye.
So let us embark on this arduous quest,
To resurrect a love that fate deems cursed.
With hearts ablaze, we'll defy love's very jest,
And from the ashes, reclaim what was dispersed.
For love that's cherished, though it seems estranged,
Can be revived; a love that's truly unchanged.
Our land of stars and stripes, now glows,
with screens that flicker in hallowed halls.
Entranced humans shuffle, with eyes fixed below,
on small gadgets that have us enthralled.
Should the Statue of Liberty, our symbolic girl,
be holding a smartphone up to the world?
While tweets fly like eagles and hashtags swirl,
foreign disinformation trends as fast as it’s purled.
In lunch halls, real conversations take rest,
as influence is sought—in hoity-toity, binary quest.
Friends are backdrops—originality in short supply
as likes and shares make our dopamine fly.
America’s zombies, though *********** drained,
shuffle endlessly on, with Wi-Fi stimulated brains.
Once the land of the free, we’re now the land of tech
with minds wrecked by truths unchecked.
As we rock and sway—the new robot way—
will our old, analog-republic simply fade away?
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Songs for this:
Airhead by Thomas Dolby
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Oh, and a Christmas playlist because—it’s December:
daweb.us/xmas/Christmas_01.mp3
Written: July 2, 2025, for contest by: Sara Jama
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Ashen, wispy shades flicker
awash in caliginous candlelight.
His dark eyes peek out from beneath
his lustrous, silky black hair,
While her azure orbs hide behind
long, flowing ebony locks.
Bare bodies
wobble
In hindrance.
We can no longer find words.
The world today is hushed.
They aimed to silence us,
and they succeeded.
I shun the way seaweed nurtures the sea,
which will surge and test our shores,
and how all the tea from distant lands
awakens ancient dinosaurs.
Honey bees now scramble
for aesthetic time and space to thrive.
All that I grasp reminds me
of a superfluous syndrome.
But still, I long
to let my words flow freely.
So I pour my thoughts into the rivers
and let them spill onto the stones.
I maintain speaking,
but fear they will find me.
Thumbs glide over soft, cold skin,
tracing each curve and contour,
as their fingertips ignite with desire.
Smouldering embers feed a blazing fire.
He cradles her chest as if it were a fragile dove.
Slow thumb circles reveal pink peaks.
The rebels are now carving out raw paths
to sow kindness and spark adventure—
light and shadowed days
filled with political promises.
These have various ties with dreams
aimed at stirring the complacent few.
Alkaline connections often require support
to break free from rigid mindsets!
The world has lost its integrity.
Our people perish,
and our youth scream for water,
nourishment, and happiness.
Explosions and gunfire echo around us,
and I find myself frozen; sleep eludes me.
The focus is on us.
We look to the world for support.
It started with a smile
A true love a dirty deep love
Panda dunks and bands flying
Clubs and soft skin
Past in the can can you remember
He was so sweet so loving
You wouldnt see it coming
The slow poison
Shes living live laughs jokes with his boys and then
He snapped
The bruise ripened like the fake fruit that sat in the kitchen
He was different that night
It wasnt a fight he swung she cowered face wrung
Hes wrong but heres the thing
Hes a manipulator
He tires her and hides it
She tries to talk but ends with a sorry
He gaslights flicker flick but he never said sorry
She left a few times
The phone dragged her back
Small things
I can change i have changed
She lay in bed
Bang of the door
You whore he says
Stomp stomp stairs cower
See the part of the story you see
In the news
in the paper
Nothing new
Domestic abuse words not new
To the ear
See she should have stayed away
She should have run
She should have hid
She should have done this
She should have done that
But she shouldnt have to
That was the end of her story
Over before it started
20 years he got for the life he took
Hows the reaper balance the skale
With a finger or fowl play
Any way you say she still lays there
In her wooden bed
Yet,
She still cant escape
That phone still rings with his name
She would never be free
New birthed buds will yawn and stretch to
Golden-threaded rays;
Parrot tulips bloom in early spring;
Liquid colors flow like cascading silk, across my garden.
Paper whites smile and soak up Mother Earths’ milk;
All is beautiful in this lush garden canvas
Birds provide a mellow concerto and titter-sweet notes,
dance on the scented air.
Cricket-chirp-symbols ring out with each stanza as,
Evening shadows flicker upon Gaia’s’ palette;
Crescendo on the dew-dusted air.
Here, among them all, I sit in contemplation.
I sense their elation;
Euphoria of spring-song consumes my spirit.
In the shadow of sunlight where dreams dance daintily
Forgotten memories flicker and fade into frozen fragments
Slivers of soft light illumine the dappled canopy of leaves
The luminescence of son et lumiere is lavish in its lustre
The phosphorescence of photons creates a phantasmagoria
Scenes of silver silence resurrect sonorous solace
The forest glade flits and flirts with frolicking fading light
Burnished beams of bright sunrays ballet in between birches
In the shade, shafts of sunshine shatter, scatter into sparkling specks
Hazel Helios hovers high up in the heavenly hemisphere
The gigantic globule gleams golden as it gives its greetings to gloaming
Surrounded by surreal saffron setting in the shadow of sunlight
She is iridescent,
Just like the wings from a butterfly,
Many shapes and colors that no one can deny,
Multiple reflections from different angles bring forth light,
In certain aspects shades of blue rest on her during flight,
Beyond the surface of her shell,
Many times you cannot tell,
What is not in her immediate view,
A woman many yearn to persue,
The mystery of this masterpiece,
Who comforts those who battle beasts,
May never be revealed,
Her deepest stories stay concealed,
Her kind is very rare,
Yet, she is unaware,
That her presence seems to melt away,
All the sorrows of yesterday,
Just the sight of her can provide such peace,
Her eyes can penetrate and offer a release,
To those that are in need,
For affection is what she feeds,
You can always learn something new,
By the things that she has walked through,
Her sparkle comes from up above,
Her flicker brightens up the world with love,
Just like an eagle when she fly’s,
She sores far past the earthly lies,
While hovering over all,
She Picks up those who fall.
By: Sabina Nicole
contest
Across the wires, a spark ignites,
Words dance and weave, through digital nights.
We laugh, we share, a bond takes hold,
But where it leads, a story untold.
I see your wit, your passions shine,
A connection forming, a curious sign.
But before we delve, in deeper streams,
Let's clear the path, set honest beams.
Are these words a bridge, to friendship's shore?
Or whispers hinting, at something more?
No need for pressure, no need to rush,
Just open hearts, a gentle hush.
Tell me your hopes, for this connection's sake,
Is it laughter shared, for friendship's sake?
Or does a flicker, of something else reside?
Honesty's compass, a path to guide.
With open minds, our course we'll set,
Respecting boundaries, without regret.
This virtual space, a world to explore,
Together we'll navigate, to what lies in store.