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Mystique mist shrouds
the penultimate pathway
to the time future obscure;
in twilight hour transient
sunset swansong resonates;
forlorn life spent,
silhouetted still
against the sunk skyline somber.
Twirling turmoil threads
weave morbid motif
of passion cloud,
surging with sensuous storm
to the dark horizon,
ornate once with halcyon hues,
tinting chameleon chimera
the yearning canvas ablaze;
from its burnt relic
ashes fly away.
Splintered hope shards,
adrift on despondent drift
of melted fervor,
flow in tear stream;
the remnant rays of resurgence
survive still in
sparkling sunrays,
not pallid yet;
designs the last lattice latent
of tapestry of dream,
drapes the sanguinity of listless life.
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July 19, 2022
For A Brian Strand Premiere Contest No 1209
Absorbing sunset colors as I sat,
I heard the soft mews of a mournful cat,
Lost somewhere in the garden near the lane.
For its forlorn owner I sought in vain.
Suddenly there came the sounds of quail calls
Though quail never feed here as evening falls.
Were their cries clues to where the cat was now?
I listened, careful, for the next meow.
Soon came a cascade of solo singing:
Robins, jays, finches sang as if on cue.
Which was that silent creeping cat stalking?
I would bet those birds wanted to know too.
Wrens, larks, and chickadees chimed cheerily;
All the while, nary a bird did I see.
I searched and I called for my feline friend;
Shrugging, I gave up, my search at an end.
I turned back to the house, walking slowly,
When the cat called from the sycamore tree.
I looked up as I thought I heard a dove;
There was the high-leaping sight that I love:
The silhouetted imitator sly
Of the untroubled rosy evening sky;
Colorful, charming, and sometimes absurd,
A fluttering, mimicking mockingbird.
Christmas is great bonding time for family members
Enjoying love’s warmth of glowing relationship embers…
Yet with Mom’s absence… as each of us remembers
There were anticipated “sad Decembers.”
Such painful reality was my personal struggle
Compounded with work and challenges to handle
Busy fulfilling varied roles and multi-tasks’ rattle…
...Christmas get-togethers are somewhat difficult to tackle.
Beset with loneliness on Christmas times
Missing complete family-bonding midst carol-chimes
I long for joyous Christmas I had as a child… more than gifts of precious dimes
Celebrating with praises for the Saviour and Emmanuel* hymn-rhymes.
Having experienced forlorn… being away… during Christmas season
Wrapped with grief of being alone, gripped by self-pity’s reason
I strive to rejoice in the Lord Who blesses my life with pardon-bliss’ lesson
Trusting Him to help me combat torturous solitude’s poison.
My soul bids good bye to loathsome Christmas sadness-prevalence
While I keep myself near in spirit with my family, vanquishing negligence
As allowed by the Almighty along His gracious providence
To become a blessing despite own burdens’ interference.
*Matthew 1:23 Behold, a virgin shall be with child, and shall bring forth a son, and they shall call his name Emmanuel, which being interpreted is, God with us.
December 11, 2018
8th place, "'A Sad Christmas' - December 2018 Writing Challenge" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Dear Heart; judged on 12/15/2018.
BROS BEBETO'S BET
Betting can tie you down like a sitting belt.
And I can bet Betty's boyfriend's bet
Mirrors how most of you beters felt.
Betty's boyfriend bets, but the ticket bursts.
"I'm getting this money o," he'll always boost.
Betty's boyfriend is known as bros Bebeto
But now, bros has learnt hitherto.
Bet9ja, what have you done to this young man?
Bros Bebeto's bet on Bet9ja shattered a plan.
Now he's Stan despite being nobody's fan.
Oga learn...learn ooooo and wise up.
Know when to proceed or press stop!
Else, pressure will pile up on your head.
Meanwhile, Bros Bebeto's bestie said:
"I trust myself, I for don cash out since,
Even before the last 3/5 games, miss.
Now ticket don cut, betting no bi your equal,
Greediness don comot your body, leave score,
With foolishness, dem go drink liquor.7"
Betting is injecting yourself with high temperature,
Because you believe you're a rare creature.
Betting is creating an environment of high tension
And using the urge to blur your life's vision.
Why allow a slip ignites forlorn thoughts,
Accumulating fixtures or games of all sorts?
Anxiety of a bet slip will almost make you slum.
After a long day awaiting a long slip's outcome,
The list is almost endless, but the slip
Brought bros Bebeto's bet down the deep.²?
VICK MANUEL POETRY {VMP}
FORM: Rhymes
Copyright ©? 3rd December 2023.
God-Confidence be the heart of my life
Like the sun be firm my trust and belief
Amidst titanic fears and mental strife
God-Confidence be the heart of my life
May forlorn fright pave the way to joys rife
May pains turn into rainbows, bring relief
God-Confidence be the heart of my life
Like the sun be firm my trust and belief
Amidst titanic fears and mental strife
God-Confidence be the heart of my life
May forlorn fright pave the way to joys rife
May pains turn into rainbows, bring relief
Like the sun be firm my trust and belief
May my life in God free me from all grief!
“Though an army besiege me, my heart will not fear; though war break out against me, even then I will be confident” (Psalm 27:3)
10 June 2021
WRITE A "TRIONET" FOR ME Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: L MILTON HANKINS
I longed for it like other men;
I sought some sages, now and then.
They did somehow enlighten me,
But still I did not find the key.
I tried to search in all the books--
In mountains, dales, and murmuring brooks:
They all had joy to advertise
But nowhere near to Paradise.
My search brought me to different sites
From lowest lows to highest heights;
I tasted all the world’s delight
Still Paradise was not in sight.
So I came back all weatherworn
Frustrated, weary, and forlorn
I planned to spend my last of days
Just lounging on my favorite chaise.
Then I saw you and realized
How blind I was--and so surprised!--
Because you had always been there
The Eden that I searched somewhere.
Now I am wiser, this I know:
I needn’t somewhere else to go
For Paradise is just so near--
Right here, right now, with you, my Dear.
March 27, 2023
Among 1st Place
Writing Challenge - ‘P’ Words Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Oh, hear this woeful prayer, with
a sigh of sorrow whispered;
will my heart ever stop hurting ,oh
eternal my sad tears fly.
I kneel forlorn and lost, weeping
within this box of grief;
and fear another dawn and day,
which brings more tears to weep.
And I am stained with the blood,
of love long, long departed;
I am never free from voices,
which call from cold, cold tombs.
And among the bones are names,
my broken heart recalls; forever
in my soul they are engraved ,
and on a slender thread I am kept,
( . . . tethered to this eternal grief)
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February 4, 2019- Edit from 2016
Poetry/Verse/This Prayer
Copyright Protected, ID 16-1111-935-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Submitted to the contest, February 2019 Standard
Brian Strand
First Place
Written: February 14, 2025 for Brian Strand Contest
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In twilight, specks become stars,
bridges locked in gold,
Engraved whispers on walls
painted with diamond tears.
Singing hearts weave veins of
lilac and jasmine,
A serenade of soul waves,
ebbing through arid shadows.
Dark alleys paint a carnival of
spectral silhouettes,
Roots entwined in forlorn twilight colors,
wine-stained breaths.
Sorrow’s perfume lingers
like raindrops on roses,
Hushed epicedes echo
in the cinereous horizon.
Herbs waltz with heartbeats
beneath a canopy of trees,
Nestled nests console the forlorn
shorebirds at dusk.
Paranoia flickers like sparks
in a delicately hushed night,
Love’s choir sings an elusive refrain of
integrity and sins.
Delirium dances with
egoistic ghosts in the dark,
Tears pirouette like phantasmagoric
mist over steel syntax.
Blurring edges between serenity
and abyssal flare,
spheres clash in capricious vortices
under Gaia's winged gaze.
A whimsical trance catapults dreams
to an eldritch nebulae,
vortices float serenely,
weaving cosmic whispers into the night sky;
hushed murmurs from Eros to Erebus
blend seamlessly with somber threnodies;
in Gemini's embrace they linger
as wisps across Pyxis' burning calyx;
and while Maelstrom gnashes
within Tartarus' volcanic depths;
velleity blooms amidst fervent altar prayers
Echoes waft through Nexus' cavernous voids
to quench desires caught betwixt Chaos &
Gaia's visceral nexus hallucinations.
Divisive, abusive, hollow and torn,
Our politics broken through anger and scorn,
More pointing of fingers, of turning one's back,
Is this the new norm, our thorny new track?
What happened to thinking before all those tweets,
Like manicured gardens torn up by rough cleats,
The skill of debate, of viewing both sides,
Bridging that gap from all which divides?
Conviction and Passion bedfellows at times,
Are often the cause of unspeakable crimes,
Opinions do matter but where the heart rules
Indiscriminately steals the most precious of tools.
Reason and empathy, knowledge and tact,
Not impulse and odium and that's a firm fact;
One road may be windy, the other dead straight,
But both may yet lead to the very same gate.
A viewpoint reminds of an infant just born,
It develops and thrives if loved not forlorn,
Tended and taught by the many not few,
For that kernel of light to shine brightly through.
Balanced and just, open to thought,
Opinions conceived and not merely taught,
An untenable vision, an improbable dream?
It takes but the thinnest of wedges to open a seam.
Every day is a page to write a new story
Every day has the potential to be inscribed in history
It all depends on the outlook
Yes, the one who see life positive
Has already since then, filled up so many books!
Why, life's rules have already been set
Here, with fall, danger and misery are we to meet
So pray, why grieve
Why grieve, like the lost and the forlorn
Lovers of life can smile even when faced with scorn!
Pray, each day, however routine it may be
Has the potential to allow us to cross our set boundary
Why, a warm smile can light up sunken eyes
A word of encouragement can have one reach for the skies
A little bit of consideration can have another fall in love with life!
Yes, every single day of life can be lived as if it were the first
Mind not the routine, with the basics of life, we are to quench our thirst
Life is meant to last as long as it is meant to
Yes, we should use each opportunity to love it anew
Life, a puzzle, life, filled with the words to fill up our pages!
If we close our senses to the negative, if we smile when faced with misery
Then, life would reveal to us its poetry
And enveloping our souls with its essence,
We shall be given, each day, a fresh fragrance
A fresh fragrance to fill up the pages of our own history!