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Written by Gail Debole on
April 2, 2013
She, on her near-death bed
Face grey as she faced what is inevitable.
I, sitting to the right
And Death floating to the left.
She, mumbling that it was her time.
That she was to leave.
I, forbidding her to go.
Told her that it was NOT her time.
She needed to stay.
The nurses, came to her rescue.
One on each side.
Death and I moving away.
Her face becoming pink with new-found life.
It was a miracle, the nurses exclaimed.
She, with eyes awake.
Death moving on to another victim.
I, again seated to her right.
She told me her truth.
She smiled and explained
That she was still here
Because God had said
that it was not her time to go.
And I, who knew my truth,
And who never pretended to be God
Knew that NOT to be true.
And could never tell her my truth.
And she, who lived on
Told that story many times
Of the miracle that she was part of.
And I, never said a word.
Then years later after her passing
My mind’s eye opened.
Could she have been right?
Did God tell her to stay that day
Speaking the words through my mouth?
Sails gliding on the shimmering sea,
don't be hasty to engulf silence
as the chapel's choir engages in a spiritual oratorio praising Him;
an octave higher or lower brings
their inspirational hymn to a desired sound of felicity...
those tones that the loud organ makes!
We, as they, are lifted by the sustenance of faith,
too pure and orthodox to extinguish our oneness of spirit;
adhering to rigid standards and beliefs...forbidding sin
to feed on its vain opprobrium and oppress purity!
We, as they, dwell in this oracle to outshine indefinitely,
and outreach every unreachable and unconquerable limit!
Sails gliding on the shimmering sea,
watch the advancing sunrays osculate the waves of the harbor,
and the optical images that reality conveys!
See the ospreys which learn their skill by osmosis...
that even the ovenbirds can't acquire;
hear the believers's proclamation presaging and predicating unity!
Irreverent and doubtful soul, don't pursue vanity:
don't be similar to a prancing horse that surprises the rider;
don't prattle when foolishness becomes a hangover!
You have put too much effort into exhibiting your valor...
hardly serving a purpose and be totally useful;
be like the sails gliding on the shimmering sea!
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
She stands apart. Her tears have turned to black
for violating one unwritten text:
that guardian angels cannot come back
until their ward has passed, but she, perplexed,
could not get passed his cerulean eyes
and biscuit curls as her beloved had,
and when she died they followed her as sighs
would follow hearts in love forever glad
for their existence. But now things had changed.
She was no longer human, but Angel,
and had fallen in love and had now exchanged
kisses with a mortal man. In danger,
she had shown herself which she could not do
to be a child of God. Now she'd forsaken
all vows since she was now determined to
feed the longing of a heart mistaken.
.
Lightning struck from the skies that once were kind.
Her porcelain self, blinding as the sun
in its white brilliance now began to find
its color darken as night had begun:
slowly. As the house upon the bluff wept
for a lost son who had died for kissing
Angel lips her pristine whiteness was kept
in forbidding onyx, God dismissing
her to wander in her raven repose
her consolation just one wilted rose.
1st Place
Fallen Angel Contest
Sponsor: Laura Loo
8/10/17
Halloween Meow
Pert black feline bosoms blossom
Stepping its paws nonchalantly
Along the length of the gauntly
Elder-oak; towards mocking owl.
With a sullen pout the sun goes down
Until the twilight hours of dawn.
Black lace caresses the lustrous,
Beguiling Harvest Moon's wondrous
Magical mystique. Leaves glitter
In a spell trance and dance in the
Moonlight whilst an occasional
Owl loudly sings in darkness plight.
The feline extends low and rigid,
Back and forth flicking tail as the
Night bows at the brooding shadows
Of witching hour; whilst its desires
Quench, lips lick forbidding entry
For the whiskered grey country mouse.
10/21/2020
Children Story
Once upon a magical evening an enchanted fairy I happened to see
dressed in a fantastical dress with two dappled wings of lace,
she shone like the midnight sun;
I must confess, she looked rather whimsical
sitting there by a green wooden door, waiting for your lore !
stars glistened in the night as my heart beats rhymed
poetry bursting inside, revealing my yearning
as this beautiful silhouette of hope, danced;
reflecting all the joy, the wonder of a heart who could see
beyond the music, beyond the night’s grief –
into the enchanted that was meant for you and me.
Once, my dreams were filled with mystical feelings, passions
blessing away the nostalgic moments, freeing my fantasies
all the melodies of my soul, playing softly;
in the quiet, silence filling the moments with prayer
an atmosphere so rare – like colorful hues, glistening on the sky
melancholy breathing a kaleidoscope of feelings, blessings
revealing the night’s beating, rhythmic and burning
an ache of the spirit’s yearning, quietly flowing
arising on the hills, stories built by tones of grace
vibrant flavors of yesterday, where peace built her home
in the forbidding gorge of an endless realm
where the fairy lifted her wings to silence the chill,
resting her joy over the darkness of a cold, calm winter
world, where fires couldn’t bring the gentle kindness of hope,
warmed by the distant still, the flaming feelings
floating on air, like yesterday’s music, a song
restoring the hesitant glow of laughter,
the peace that comes from the night’s endless war
with a silent ache, the heart who just knows
even the fairy, in all of her fanciful elegance,
regrets the night who dims with fright…
even though faith can see past the hills, to the silence
poured out on the indigo sky
writing stories of grace, whimsies who can’t wait
abiding inside the souls who remember
what it was like before the cold December,
what is was like when, as a child, the feelings
bled light – such soft and gentle light,
caressing the spirits of those who see beyond the reality,
to the presence of another time, another dimension
where reality fades into streams of fiction!
Where the fairy just sits and listens…
Who can really forgive us...
if not God Himself whose love for us
is measured by endless kindness?
I tried to forgive others,
and although the grudge is forgotten,
the unpleasant images, the hurtful words and the evident pain...
are hardly revoked by the indelible pen!
God, ease my torment and sleeplessness, to let my bitterness end!
I can't pretend that all is well...
that they are forgiven when resentment still avenges
as a sword piercing the flesh...making it bleed;
and as any human being, with faults and imperfections,
I must look to you Lord: to gather my strength and forgive them!
Nothing I will hold back while I am being cleansed,
and if tears fall, it is the pity towards me, not them...
for not having been kind enough to have confronted my greed!
Show me one person who has not sinned,
and among those who dislike this truth...
that individual won't be me; pretentious honesty
is the biggest lie which makes us stare
in a fogged-up mirror without prospective;
examine the glances of liars who deceive
by appearance, and more than us they cling to uncertainty...
to hide and deny the turmoil of their fretful thoughts!
Who can really forgive us...
without ever remembering our sins?
Society is too proud to humble itself,
to extend understanding and forgiveness;
it is God who pities us and desires to save our wretched souls:
to make them shine with a celestial light when clouds abound,
forbidding storms to trouble our inner peace...
and has anyone ever exalted Him with a loud sound?
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
Sometimes my heart breaks
With music that was never played
Epiphanies swell and create
A still that I could never have foreseen,
A wonderful that is beyond soul’s grief
A tenderness that feeds the moment gentleness
A silent truth that arrives with autumn tones
A moment in time, fading, so lauded
Erasing the distant past, sharing time
That will forever last…
Breaking through the morning blue
With a touch of all the fresh and new
Dreams beseeching grace that is so steady
Risking the dance to awaken the pure
Rising in the heart, a kindness, a breath
Like the wind, she gasps and sails through the air
Remembering the sounds of everlasting expressions
Song in the air, a music so accepting
Melodies of light, softly playing on the night
Forbidding the heart to leave, forgetting the heart can easily deceive….
Cold hospital light
My footsteps pause at the door.
Her cries pierce the walls.
Birth's ancient struggle unfolds.
Beyond where fathers may go
Nurses hurry past.
With cryptic glances that hold
Untold miracles
Hours bend like willow branches,
Time stretches, contracts, and waits.
Pacing the hallway
My heart beats in rhythm with
Her unseen labours
What tiny face forms itself
Behind that forbidding door?
Each scream transforms her.
Mother being forged in pain
Fierce crucible now
Ancestors whisper courage.
Through generations of birth
Then, there was a sudden silence.
The world holds its breath with me.
A new cry breaks through.
A daughter's daughter arrives.
The circle completes itself.
The door opens at last.
Tearful eyes meet mine; she smiles.
"Come meet our baby Aarohi!”
Luminous jewel,
sphere illustrious
an imminent charm,
bright glow of love enamored
morning or evening star,
nebula’s composition redefined
named of the goddess who
by she enveloped our thoughts,
quotes, desires and hopes
ambiance eternal inferior
no moons for comfort,
only soft wispy, sulfuric clouds
enshroud and protect
in her celestial dance hall
ebon silhouettes abound,
volcanic pillar’s interior
Venusian mistress
Venera, radiant planet,
orbits and swirls about
Influencer, wife, sister, mother,
always a lover all in one
gracious and graceful
epiphanl presence,
astro star, Keats "Bright Star"
forbidding essence,
she plays in another’s
intrinsic magnetic field
for she has not one of her own,
grant her repose
from the hot lava lamps
of her orb’s abode
the lighthouse stands by the edge of the sea-
a solid tower guarding the forbidding highway of ships
a picture of quiet tranquility in an eternal war of sea and shore
then a gasp- as clouds swirl like sheets and thunder claps giant hands
the wind is roaring across the restless emptiness of steel blue water
and foaming waves crash against lighthouse trying to rock his foundation
but lighthouse holds on tight as forked lightning moves across the sky
the whole sky lights up for a moment . . .
the storm is violent and determined to topple lighthouse into the sea
but he digs deep into the jagged rocks (this is not his first storm)
as rain pours in torrents- the sea surging and falling back . . .
the fury of waves, a chorus of voices screaming
threatening, raging, lashing into lighthouse like a wild banshee-
thunder and wild winds- in time drift to sea and lighthouse utters a sigh . . .
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July 26, 2017
Poetry/Verse/lighthouse
Copyright Protected, ID 17-1089-309-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Submitted to the contest, End of November, 2018 Standard
sponsor, Brian Strand
First Place