Long Forward Poems
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Approach me in a dance of love,
let distance play no part.
Embrace me in a pas de deux,
though miles keep us apart.
Two steps forward ... then 20 back,
your energy beckons me on.
Bodies fused, we touch the moon
and dance from dusk ‘til dawn.
We choreograph our inner fears
while seeking heart-deep healings.
Afraid to dance the love again,
afraid to bare our feelings.
A pause, our hands just barely touch,
Our eyes lock in a stare.
Too much? Too soon? Or not enough?
Then Destiny issues a dare.
Electric passion flows between us,
minds and bodies await our fate.
In Time’s ubiquitous continuum,
our spirits bond to celebrate.
Contest: The One Who Touched My Heart Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Regina McIntosh
The rapture train is boarding,
On heaven bound railway,
To that Bright and Morning Star,
Filled with blood washed sinners,
Our life with Jesus is rewarding,
Since He is the only one way,
Above and beyond all compare,
Who truly died for all sinners!
The rapture train is boarding,
And the time is running out,
Salvation tickets are free,
Behold now is the time,
This world is storming,
Into the spiritual blackout,
Where devils will roam free,
At the end of time.
The rapture train is boarding,
Going forward, not backwards,
There is only one chance,
Missing it will be days of sorrow,
Left behind in an eternal mourning,
Where everything seems so backward,
And world to hell will transplant,
And yet worse will come tomorrow.
The rapture train is boarding,
Leaving slowly and sure,
Door is still open for all to come,
Now is the time to get aboard,
The free eternal gift is rewarding,
For Christ's love for us is true,
With Him in us we will overcome,
On the eternal rapture train to aboard!
"Triptych: The Haunted Emerald Windows"
a story
in 3 parts
affixed to a wall
2 of the pieces
fold
left and middle
hidden
the right
plays part
of the symphony
in 3
but not
the all
***
we remove ourselves
from the present
that is the past
we sink into the wall,
through the right -
framed,
the portrait
of a story,
but not
the all,
we move forward
deep within a forest
towards the
centre of the story
into the safety
of a circle,
drawn by the fingers
of trees;
outside the circle
2 of the pieces
fold,
left and middle
hidden, closed.
the inner world
of as above
so below
moves forward
within the story
watched by
unfamiliar creatures
that come
and go
reflected in
the glow of shadows
within a strange forest
opening and closing
portals, illuminated
by the lights of
phantoms
moving through
the haunted
emerald windows
***
at the edge of the forest
on the peripheral,
a child hesitates,
a snowy white owl
on the right shoulder
on the left a squirrel,
the child faces 3 portals
left, right and middle
(Ladylabyrinth / 2023)
"Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference."
(The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost)
Could it transpire? To set a nation on fire.? Could Lowe drop
The boom.? If it happens? It must be soon.' In the cauldron
Of insanity in this un-normal and dystopian governed inhumanity.' Can the damo-clean blade be turned upon who
Had it made in turn? Strike the iron thats been made hot.' Be bold
And decisive and tear out the rot.' Show your mettle and
The people will cheer.!! Banish any doubt or shadows or
Fear.' Draw your battle line and raise a standard.' Trust the
People to know how big is the gambit..Its halfway to freedom now
Get ready to push.' In true leadership burn retreats worn out
Bridge.' Forward they are waiting.! for an hour such as this
From dissillusion raise their spirits, offer integrity and then
Go with it.' Ask for support lay the truth out that is the all.' Unite and
Conquer as its been done before.'
MY CHILDREN
The greatest bliss of my life
to glitter, glow and shine
are my lovely children:
Two beloved daughters of mine.
I guided my children to step forward
while raising up and caring them.
My family tree started to grow
taking older daughter as its stem.
Older one called me ’Maa’ first time.
The sweetest word to sooth me best.
My children were my priority.
Everything else came next.
Younger one came ten years later
When the older one was my right hand.
As she left for higher studies,
next day younger one held my hand.
In their childhood, I was the light to show way.
Being grown up both turned my grand success after all.
Now my responsibility is over, only to watch
daughters to prosper and to impress each and all.
05/18/18
'What do your Children, Parents, Best friend mean to you' Contest by
Jeff Kontor
Standing on the edge
should I just let go?
Just leap and see
where I will end up?
Or should I just hang around
wait for a better day
until the clouds clear
until my vision is no longer obscured
What if I still can’t decide?
Would that make me a coward?
Scared to be me?
The person I know I can be
I don’t want to look in the mirror
one day and not like what I see
I want to look in the mirror
and see the real me
Head held high
facing forward
not dwelling on the past
regretting the what if's
of days gone by
So watch me leap
and maybe just maybe
my wings will open up
and do what they were meant to do all along…
Fly, not because I forced them
but because the timing was just right!
4th place
*SWITCH CONTEST*
Sponsored by: JOHN HECK
I’ve heard it said with age comes wisdom.
I’d like to think that’s true.
I like to think I’m wiser now than I was at 22
Wise enough to know family is important
how it’s influence is vast
how our present and our future are connected to our past
Wise enough to understand we are all one race
as every God has tried to guide us
one family, one community,
no matter what labels we use to divide us.
Wise enough when I see hate to know…
love is the key
that love, compassion and acceptance
is humanity.
Wise enough to know
the way I want to be defined...
as a man who followed this philosophy:
It’s always better to be kind.
I turn 67 years old today….
and look forward to the new adventures that await
that will help me be a little wiser
when I turn 68.
Inspired by “The Magic Football 2” by Norman Rockwell
Your search is over. You have found
a work in oils that makes a sound.
Look and listen, my friend!
I am the painting that you seek.
Behold my magic and mystique.
It is to you, good man, I speak,
so, won’t you please attend?
A young man, quite a lot like you,
his books, would wearily pursue,
in the dull and dimming dark.
Nothing lodging on his bookshelf
prepared him for a fairy or an elf.
Could he get a grip on himself?
The little gnome said, “Hark!”
An enchantment infused the air,
inhabiting the young man’s stare,
as he leaned forward, rapt.
The oddish creature that appeared,
pointing to him, strange and weird,
conjured the sound of a crowd that cheered
from the magic he had tapped.
The boy tossed his boring book aside.
Football stardom wouldn’t be denied.
He’d heard the wily elf exclaim,
“You will not be that nerd or chump.
You’ll catch that ball, air-filled and plump,
with a heroic flying jump
and catapult to fame!”
Thank you, sir, for listening well,
but there are a few things oils won’t tell -
things like “Was he lazy?”
or “Should one trust football or trust books?”
...and though you can hear me, not just look,
say that to your friends and they’ll be shook
and say that you are crazy.
I know where my heart lives, I've seen the unseen,
Boldly I've witnessed the love in between,
The madness, the chaos, the pain in their eyes,
The tears they have shed in the darkness of night,
The never ending faith to push forward in love,
The hope that holds on and never gives up,
The song that sings louder for the words to be heard,
When actions aren't enough to express what hurts,
The tears that rapidly fall when all else fails,
And the adrenaline to fight for love to prevail,
Standing with arms raised in worship to push evil away,
To protect unspoken hearts for mercy and grace,
The silent rage that fuels the fire that longs for love to endure,
Knowing your purpose means so much more,
Everything was ok till I don't know what happened or why
But all of sudden, in the blink of an eye, everything fell apart
Minutes and hours loom ahead and roll all into one.
Nights and days press forward while sometimes I feel alone
And deep inside I feel like crying because no one cares at all.
My room gets darker all the time as it shrivels quite small
And I just can't sit here 'round and stare at an empty wall
Everything was ok till I don't know what happened or why.
Nights and days press forward while sometimes I feel alone
My room grows darker all the time as it shrivels quite small.