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I spend most time within this grave
Unmarked and deathly silent
I met my end remaining brave
Which made it no less violent
Pressed to death for 3 long days
Only asking for more weight
Not this lie but other woeful ways
I wonder if I'd sealed my own fate
A young man from my living time
Caught stealing just some apples
I beat him for his modest crime
Now my soul still with me grapples
Shy a fortnight I did keep him here
Only to deliver him to deaths door
This caused my current state, I fear
To haunt Salem Town forevermore
I never gave in to their torture
When it was me unjustly tried
My wife hanged instead of scorch her
Am I the fault we both have died
Save for occasional haunting
I still feel I'm being pressed
This eternity seems daunting
And weighs heavy on my chest
This young man's name was Goodale
His soul must have been set free
Nightly down here without fail
Mine is still here trapped with me
Destiny
A majestic mountain top towering over the royal blue expanse
A haunting, invisible presence lurking between the mountain peaks
A spectrum of golden light shedding its brilliance towards the earth
Nature celebrating its gifts
Suddenly, a fork emerges in the leafy path
Two smiling trails beckon for exploration
Which one will lead to destruction?
Which one will result in an earthly paradise?
They both hold an enigma to solve
Which one should I select?
Is it pre-destined or is it spontaneous?
Confusion grapples me
As I am stilled in thought
So much to consider
The gravity of each decision
The weight of the consequences
Mustering up the courage
I choose a path
Remembering that the road I will take is the right one
My regrets dissolving into nothingness
He brought me to Earth as a baby without clothes,
putting humility in me as a rememberence of His will;
yes, He crowned me a prince as nobody ever was,
the splendor of His glory I would have seen above Hell!
I will hear His thounderous voice before my spirit slowly leaves me,
and how comforting that will be to ease my agony;
even before I was born, He reserved a place for me,
that blissful place Christ spoke of when the oppressed cried for liberty!
I could never regret how I lived and live, having faith In Him
and proclaiming it with zest like a thounder before a storm;
no fear grapples me thinking of the catastrophy that will unfold,
surely I had foreseen it as the prophets He choose who grew old!
I will hear His thounderous voice before my cold and pale head lays down,
and thoughts escape to Heaven to let Him know that I have reached my home;
and who will be there to welcome me at that bright gate at the beginning of dawn? He will...as many angels will play one of my symphonies inspired by undying love!
In poetry, love and wisdom intertwine—a heartfelt love poem can carry profound wisdom, and wise reflections often touch upon matters of the heart. ????
Psalm 90:6
in the morning it springs up new, but by evening it fades and withers.
When my heart returns in seclusion,
I uttered these words to myself,
Give it time, be wise, embrace self-compassion
I must put myself first, I must, I must,
This time around, I don't want to walk away,
Taste only me, make love to only me
Reflected only in my space.
enchantment leads to my dearest delight
enter my soul before the break of dawn
A dream within a dream according to Edgar Allan Poe
For our morning blessing/
Happy or sad, our morning salutations/
There is nothing more appealing
Then seeing white undershirts and white teeth
as it captures the youth of innocent,
falling in love, with a cub, half my age,
A trickery of unfocused emotions bearing down.
I can see no flaws,
I see only what my heart allows,
Trembling lips, both top and bottom
gazing into those eyes of witchery illusions
Just this once, just feed me, just enter my soul
This frigid northern cold, the Africa heat rises:
Who will bless this union?
When it all fades like leaf
All of us have become like one who is unclean, and all our righteous acts are like filthy rags; we all shrivel up like a leaf, and like the wind our sins sweep us away.
Let me love you for now,
Let me smile, while you smile,
aloud me, to accept you,
as you enter my soul
Summary: This poem weaves love, wisdom, and introspection. It invites readers to embrace self-love, navigate illusions, and seek blessings amid life’s impermanence. ????
The inspiration behind this poem lies in the interplay of human emotions, the ephemeral nature of existence, and the search for meaning. The poet grapples with love, self-compassion, and the complexities of relationships. The references to biblical verses and contrasting elements (such as northern cold and African heat) evoke deeper contemplation. Ultimately, the poem invites readers to explore their own hearts, desires, and vulnerabilities. ????
i'm just getting started
unraveling the threads
of this tattered lonely soul
sewn so long ago
apparition's crooked hands
grapples the rusty needle
as she unsteadily threads the eye
...flashback to childhood years
where a mother ties the loop
of darkened threads
cleaved from her own spool
pierced by torment
of each aberrant stitch
i am sealed in the seams
bound, unable to break free
as i bleed through the confines
of my soul's weary cries
my blood spills crimson
through shadows cast
of harvest moon
as she rocks unsteady
upon the walls of mind
beneath the hum
of unsung lullabies
watching as i undo
each crooked thread
sewn by her hands
unable to baste
with death's bony hands
she pricks through my heart
with soulless glower
as i disenthrall
the last threads
i stitch her deep
within the weaves
of memories
and poetry
...i'm just getting started
September 18, 2019
Just getting started poetry contest
Sponsored by John Hamilton
The yuletide is here, with all its trappings,
And I'll count my blessings to finally see
My favorite package, in all her wrappings ...
You, My Love, 'neath our Christmas tree ...
I'm impatient as kids, goodness knows,
Swooning to savor those holiday sweets,
But Santa has managed with trims and bows
To hide all the best of your tastiest treats ...
I know our last tousle was fits and stalls,
So let's make amends by the fire with care ...
I'll do my darnedest to deck all your halls,
Weaving the garland to streak your hair ...
Oh, how divine, the grabs and grapples,
Our kindled pursuit of a Christmas truce,
Your thighs, firmly shaped for squeezing apples,
But devoted, as I, to that sparkling juice ...
And should we yet dare to imbibe that cider,
Attending our wassails long through the night,
I'm sure that your hearth will be warming wider,
So keeping our passions AND holidays ... bright!
~ 3rd Place ~ in the "Cool Writes And Imagination" Poetry Contest, Kim Rodrigues, Judge & Sponsor.
up a steep and narrow road
reach the tops
wilderness reclaims a verge
of wintery snags
land juts and tilts
hauls out
lays treeless
clumps and hags
pitch up stricken soil
heap above the miry troughs
loud the heartbeat
nearer to feral thought
then any mouth or ear
swale and quag dawdle
appear to seep listless
no
every bog tunnels shrouded
to fetch up the feckless
harsh and gorsy
heather treading low
the moors mark nothing
only a head of gnashing wind
a whipping dinosaurs tail
blear and chill
bites and grapples
a stone-tusked marl
crofts under
tangles of un-spun fleece
in barb and thistle
sheep piss in running rivulets
thread through
mizzle-pecked rocks
inscribed
by whatever tortures the air
ravens picket grit edges
wings beating back the below
primal caws that lift and speak
for the standing stones
their harrowing
lime-cuffed history
before light founders deeper
black anvils appear
in the lowering
a scant anchoring
a bare farrowing
shorn and scoured aloft
by miles of orbiting
beauty
twenty years later
son sends pictures
of moors long traipsed
the sky in my phone howls
I was raised with honesty
The uncontested rule,
A policy that was enforced
At home and, too, at school.
An object found by chance or luck,
I very quickly learned,
Could never be embraced as mine,
But had to be returned.
The wrong change given in a store?
An error being billed?
I’d proudly point them out; those values
Solidly instilled.
But times have somehow changed and now
Things don’t seem black or white.
My conscience sometimes grapples with
What may be wrong or right.
And so, instead of pride, I felt
A sense of ridicule
When, admitting that I’d underpaid,
I looked more like a fool.
This mahjong game
Swirls round the square;
Four winds by name
As shrewdness bares.
A session round
The square table;
On crafty grounds
As wit grapples.
Here at the East,
I sit and watch;
Cache of pure feast,
Cunning to dodge.
Watch card discards,
Study the way;
Each player guards
To build array.
Each players thinks
How to outwit;
To weave a link,
Chase winning bit.
The cards go round
As game proceeds;
Logic is found
As sure form feeds.
Wins here and there,
The four winds blow;
Dragons somewhere
To cast the flow.
Play and chit-chat
As each takes turn
To bolster bet
With grand returns.
In a fast dash,
Brisk hours pass quick;
In a swift flash,
Tiles change, thrown bricks.
Our family
Plays just for fun;
Time moves briskly,
Harmony puns.
Late hours remind
The end game count;
Some wins we find,
In small amounts.
For a short while,
We laugh and play;
We share fond smiles,
Make bonding pay.
Here at the East
All things begin;
Warm fancy feasts
From deep within.
So here we tend
Fond times we start;
Begin and end
With loving hearts.
Leon a Enriquez
27 December 2014
Singapore
He is a member of the
" Intr Affilia " a non
ranking position that
Gives voice to grapples
Position. It's unofficial
Title in the game as known
Across this
whole wide world as
" The Peoples Championship"
Well we've always known
That these six clauses can
Be put in place to impact
" An urgent need of recognition"
A company rule, that is caused
By the cooperation of two or more
Rivaling companies working
In cooperation with one another.
Because of company interest
The contracts and on air
Officials cannot make reference
To a companies champion by name
Only by his championship crown.
In the best interest of business
Inprumtu committee must be
Voted into place, and will not
Be or cannot be influenced
By members of the individual
Companies, but must act in
The interest of wrestling and the
Intercompany Alliance.
A championship committee
Can only name new champions
With title belts.
Either wonvin
A tournament
Battle royal
Contest or game.
Any member with
The consent of the other
Can evoke the
Ambassadors trust
With a vote of four (minority vote)
Giving an appointmented member
Oversight of creation
Of belt, rules and regulations.
After it's creation, an announcement
Must be made and than voted
On. For approval by the full
Championship committee.
This vote only has to be greater
Than the first.if voted on the
Committee appoints a new directer
To rank the seeds, and invent the
Need of promotion, this will
Be done in protest giving
The naysayers the right to
Make stipulations band rules.
If not voted on, member have a he right
To hold the meeting in contempt of
Industry interest, and only one vote
Difference is needed to be approved.
This gives the lowest ranking official full control over
The endeavor, and he or she
Can deside what type of tourney
Will be held.(traditional, elimanating make ch,
A three team elimation match, etc, ECT)
A champion v.s. champion title make ch
Not sure nvolving is hese combations
Is the six clauses event that envokes
This event.
Each man will be anointed either
"Golden Ambassadors Champion ""
Or " People's Champion" or
American National Champion"
After doings the rich history
Or being named either will
Contested with a bout to name
The what ever the inter promotion event
Wishes it to be named.