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The Gilded Scar
?The world will not see the dark hollow,
left where the steel once had lain,
only the gold, bright and shallow,
that traces the edge of the pain.
?You thought the hurt was a fence line,
a shadow where secrets could keep,
to cover the heart's soft design,
a sorrow you carried to sleep.
?But the light is a powerful force,
it seeks out the place that is weak,
pours itself in at the source,
the truth that the fracture will speak.
?And now the scar is your compass,
a beacon that shows you the road,
the fault you concealed in the mass,
is the gift that light has bestowed.
?The wound is a mouth, wide and open,
gasping for more than just air;
it shines with the promise unbroken,
and proves that the glory is there.
I was going along the road
When I chanced to look up at the sky,
And see him soar by.
He could have been mistaken for a glider
Had not he been up close to me.
But no, he was a beauty to behold,
Against the golden sky
A jewel rarely seen.
His velvet wings
Powerfully spread,
He rode the wind,
Reigning the vast skies.
So many times
We have come across
But never this close
Never this way.
Though brief, this encounter
Will last forever
Etched in my heart
As a token never to be forgotten.
As he glided above
The gentle breeze took a wild turn,
As if to resist him.
But he did not cower
Nor did he struggle—
Instead remained resolute
His piercing eyes focused
And forged ahead
With his goal in his heart.
Leaving me there, standing stunned—
Wondering if he could
Get any more majestic
Than he already was.
Until not a speck of him could be seen,
I stared into the space where he had vanished.
We loved the luxury of indoor, ice skating at the Chicago Arena.
My skate case, was of , bue alligator outsde,with peacock satin
interior!
Gold locks, that shined like the morning sun as Daddy drove us in
The snow, for an afternoon of skating fun.
The figure skates,white, polished, were my joy and pride
The Arena was huge and had its own organ, whose harmonics, made
us glorious hearts, joyfully glide!
So proud we were to skate to such fun, adult luxury, Dad hired a trainer.
I gained faith in myself, because with him, skating was then, was with him a a total no-brainer.
Clarence was an experienced player gentleman and so very,par
Excellance.
That skating become as fun as being at your senior high school,
senir dance
I learned to not be fearful. as we glided with perfection I could skate along,
We skated for hours....my cousins, friends and I, the day became a song!
Those were such special, dear hours of learning and such awesome grace,
Wisdom,
I thought I was in God’s own special place,
I always had a upon my dimpled, girlies face,
Falls and spills_ golly, I simply had no room for such space!
At real ice shows, we so admired costumes and how quickly the
Show and its talents passed.
Alas, the decades have, disappeared like the sumptuos, beauty of
Fog, way, way too fast!
The Zamboni of life has cleared all of this, im its way!
A technicolor, memory of many loved winters, swept away!
How much this heart wants to bring back the joyous ice skating,
But, the days of fun, companionship and young, free, laughter
~Thanks Mom and Dad~
1/5/2025
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I walked through the woods this morning, nary an animal crossing my path. The only sounds I heard were birds chirping, small animals collecting nuts, and my feet as they gently landed on autumn’s leaves and the decaying pine straws.
I rounded the bend and paused just in time to witness the sun’s gradual ascent into the enormous Texas sky. I closed my eyes and stood perfectly still letting the silence envelop me. In the distance I heard them, geese honking. The blue air above me was filled with a skein of wild geese flying in V-formation.
They glided together effortlessly through the sky, homeward bound for the season. I stood in awe watching them noticing the geese had a pride about them, as if they were aware of their own magnificence.
fall equinox brings
skein of geese flying above
interrupts silence
wild geese, sunlit sky
V-formation heading south
seasonal journey
boldly unimpressed
by opinions, fears, and doubts
geese trust the Knowing
Ravaged and forgotten, I await my fate in this junkyard,
Under the fierce sun and pouring rain and snow . . . but,
Still within this rusted frame beats a soul and memories, and
There was a time when I was truly loved-
Every person admired my style and curves and my brilliance,
Death, oh d e a t h and old age is a terrible thing.
Memories are all I have as weeds and vines devour,
Even now, I can still feel the soft cloth that caressed,
Making sure my paint shined like glass . . . and,
On long rolling highways and hills, I glided a thing of beauty-
Roaring along without a care in the world (I was young)
Inside my interior was impeccable and my leather so soft
Eternity was mine- I was going to exist forever, but
Silently, the rust began and soon ruined and scarred my beauty.
Days passed and then one day, I was towed to this lonely place,
Eternity seems like not such a good idea now . . .
Chirping from within me where a little song bird has made a nest,
And windflowers and yellow dandelions keep me company.
Years have passed and more and more cars lay ravaged,
Inside my soul memories stir of happy times-
Now my windows have grown blank as dead eyes, and all the
Gnarled and twisted, rusting cars (once loved) wait . . . d e c a y i n g.
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June 12, 2016
Poetry/Acrostic/Personification/Rusted Memories Decaying
Copyright Protected, ID 16-799-868-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the contest, Rusted and Busted
sponsor, Casarah Nance
Second Place
The "Hi" That He Remembers
With spontaneous playfulness,
her smooth leggings glided
through a swirling pile of leaves
across the high school sidewalk,
kicking them skyward
with wide, graceful strides.
Other movements would have
distracted me, as leaves
forcefully tore off
the surrounding trees,
but my eyes were bolted upon
her
floating
flirtatious
figure
with
perfect
little
lifts.
Her wide lip smile approached mine
with a thrust of energy
like the Indian Summer wind
that surrounded our passing
like a unified hug.
"Hi," she breathed in a soft smoky voice,
as that usually effortless word
was left in my throat...
until I turned around
to take more of her in,
to try to stop
that moment from leaving
like that spinning leaf pile
behind her.
She confidently continued
on her way
without
a reciprocated head spin.
That evening's Harvest Moon
seemed to pulse, pulse, pulse,
mirroring my elated thoughts,
rehearsing the scene
where a pretty girl
looked
me
in
the
eyes
and
spoke
a
word!
Tremble at this door child but do not come in yelled the Quent
she an ogress at the end of her wits wearing muslin and flint
was only looking for a King who could love her as she was
When the angry boombox voice gave her quivering she went
away, hunching her shoulders she glided away her ogre scent
A little latch opened a flash of blue a slant of eye then he re spoke
"do you clean Kingdoms and can you cook, for a jaunty bloke?"
"oh for the love of God" she cried, I got teacups bigger than this place
yes I can wipe your palace, dust your crocket, just don't look at my face
and so he let her into the Kingdom of JUA, and so began their chase
A little fairy magic in the soup was all he needed as he ate in one gulp
contented as a Mishka, he cried out, " my your skin is soft as pulp! "
From an Ogress to a Tigress, down she went like a pile of timber
while he headlong without haste planted a kiss so soft and limber
that it opened her heart, henceforth they lived happily ever after .
The End.
December 24, 2020
When, oh when, will people learn
To not create such hype
That might make someone crash and burn
With reason, then, to gripe?
At the Olympics, all the eyes
Were focused to behold
The skaters meant to grab the prize
Which, naturally, was gold.
The ice dance leaders did their best,
Their program filled with magic.
The judges, though, were more impressed
With others, not quite tragic
Yet disappointing, since the world
Expected gold success.
The way they glided, jumped and twirled
Meant silver caused distress.
The competition for the men
Was even worse than that,
For all the hype exploded when
The leader’s skate fell flat.
The pressure facing athletes there
Must mess with all their heads.
What they don’t need is extra glare
To rip their nerves to shreds.
Because it’s said to be that larger the wings you have
you can fly higher, farther, faster and stay in the air longer
than others, the ferocious bird named Desire ousted siblings
from the nest thereby starving to death on the ground agonizing,
while unyieldingly hanging onto mother’s bill.
At the end this ferocious bird swallowed his own mother
in order to provide him the largest pair of wings of all creatures
and flew over the cloud with these huge wings, however, he was
unable to escape from the sea of cloud.
In order to stay more time in the air, though he lost the way
from time to time, without flapping wings he glided in the air
carried by the wind. He went all the way to the end of the world
where sky meets the water’s edge the ultimate ending point where
to fold his wings was a treetop of a dead tree.
When he flapped wings rapidly
maneuvering swiftly between the crack of the lightening
to beat the speed of thunder, the thunderbolt struck him and
torn the wings. He did not, however, stop flapping, he kept soaring
aiming at the sun on the other side of the cloud and that’s why he became sightless. In spite of all those hard labors and strong desire, why is it that monstrous bird floats in the air of neither balled sky nor the earth became a lifeless lonely leaf?
The ferocious bird that flapped huge wings tirelessly
aiming for the sky higher than the sun, though grew to adulthood
pushed by the siblings out from the nest to take all foods that mother
brings to feed all her chicks by herself and even swallowed the mother
to satisfy his never satisfying stomach. Why do you not sing but roam in the air though spring is here at in hand?
SOLITUDE A LOVE KNOT
Rushing millipede of rain down my window pane
sadness drifts, glided uninvited ounce reef.
Unruffled even from billowing strain,
solitude steals unnoticed like a thief.
Tiptoeing feet over my naked crippling fear.
Verbiage expressed in trying train distraught.
I... yearning a life of dearest love cheer
let it be from solitude, it will sprout lots.
Loneliness prism echoes songs of sparrows.
Nectared bullet actions, a long tender sought.
Brushing my frozen hind with hues of rainbow.
In solitude, knowing thyself a love knot.
Healing ancient wrongs buried deep marrow.
Transfixed by time, dot by dot by dot...
(c)Olive ELoisa
5:09am
August 09, 2014
POETRY TYPE: RONDEL