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dear dad

hey dad,
it’s been a while. thirteen years and six months  if we’re being precise.
i write your title a lot nowadays 
‘dad’ 
but you dont know me
i’ll introduce
my name is emry grace henderson
im fourteen, with blonde hair and green eyes (which everyone seems keen on commenting about- i think the gold flecks are from your amber ones)
i love music
love the sound of strings vibrating on a flat surface, haunting melodies
(or in our case, Irish folk songs- though i suppose you wouldnt know that?)
I’ve missed you- though i suppose thats also a bit of an understatement
im not sure i understand you
understand why
no matter how hard my grandmother explains
on a sunday evening
although ive heard we are pathologically similar
(i wouldnt know)
how are you?
what are you like?
ive a vague outline of you
faded and blurry, yet as vibrant as autumn in virginia 
(i never did tell you about that trip did i?)
it’s good to get this out- im not sure i could speak it aloud- ive a way of fumbling the words until their unintelligible, 
only understood by the leaves that shake in the wind, by the hummingbirds in the skies, by the black bose i wear as a grounding element
somedays i wonder if this was ever meant for me
do you feel like this?
(from what ive heard you collapsed under the weight- i hope not to)
they say we’re similar
though bitterness kept me from acknowledging this truth 
i hope you’ll meet me someday
when the voices are less present- and you are free from the weight of this world- because i’d love to finally meet you.


Lovespiration

She Silently Reminded herself
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By: Aria Au-Contralto
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--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------The words people most wish to hear when they already know something is wrong are honest, grounding confirmations that remove isolation and validate their reality----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
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A wedge to separate
Her goals had been that
blatant and obvious
the dysfunction of newness
can have those seeking 
something or someone
in a better position to gain 
either the  trust or possession
of the heart of someone 
worthy of having.
Unrealistic Expectations believing
friends and folk in general would
magically change their behavior
 to support you will someone
or have the decency to tell you
she's cheating
not playing some word game
but to just say it in plain
bone chilling words
 Waiting for them to share
is how they usually start
unraveling and causing
the discomfort of putting you
in your place.A clinker or a clam is
what musicians call it when you strike
 the wrong note darning a performance.
maybe she choose the wrong man might 
the right one would find her.
Or she is overwhelmed by attention and
using her general knowledge of people
she thinks that she can keep things stable long enough
to make it through.
Form: Bio

Premium Member The Sound on Rain

The gentle patter of rain, 
Whispers of water
falling from the sky, 
each droplet carrying a tale
shared with the soil,
lightly drumming on leaves, 
stirring the greenery awake.

Puddles mirror their surroundings, 
reflecting the world
in rippling images, 
while the fragrance of earth permeates the air, 
grounding our living presence.

Birds seek refuge
among tree branches, 
their melodies momentarily hushed,
replaced by the symphony
of raindrops
dancing on rooftops 
trickling down windowpanes.

The rain's rhythm, a soothing lullaby,
a prompt
of nature's steadfastness, 
its continual cycle
of giving and receiving, 
nurturing life.

In this suspended moment 
time seems to pause, 
around 
the world listens intently 
to the soothing melody 
of springtime rainfall, 
a tranquil conversation 
between sky and earth.

Premium Member Decree

Incite your heart
To see the truth;
See as you start
The grounding proof.


Incite your mind
To know the world;
Seek what you find
In ample swirls.


Incite your soul
To help you grow;
Sense a true whole
That ever glows.


Incite your time
To live fine space;
Feel purpose rhyme
In poise and trace.


Incite your joy
To greet fond peace;
Faith now employs
Love and increase.


Incite your acts
With zest that floods;
Zeal lives a pact
In surge of blood.


Incite your smile
To greet each face;
Wear thoughts worthwhile
To charm your space.


Incite your best
To hurl and spring;
Live your bold quest
With songs you sing.




Leon Enriquez
16 April 2015
Singapore
Form: Quatrain

Premium Member The Nature of Man. Co-Written With Carolyn Devonshire

My molten core is bursting at the seams
Billowing ash and smoke circle above
Volcanic eruptions are on the rise
Intense balls of fire I toss from my glove


  That damnation isle, this Icelandic land
  Eating away at our profits, typically planned
  This mother nature, no dollar sense
  No bonus for us, can she redistribute and condense
 
 
Mankind has been playing hardball too long
His head's over-sized and his ego too strong
Iceland is but the tip of the iceberg
I'm now plotting the next eruption surge


  There she goes firing of again
  Airports are closing, grounding more aeroplanes
  Tourism again hampered by her vociferous bellows
  Which is a pain in the ass for us holidaying fellows


Don't toy with my gifts; I'll be more gentle
Your fine Earthly home is but a rental
Be kind to my creatures both great and small
Perhaps my fiery heart will cool down after all


  Perhaps we have been harsh shooting from the hip
  It's a trait of man, it's why we self worship
  We appear to have grown a streak of selfishness
  As we now look around at our self made mess
Form: Quatrain


Universal Laws 2

waking from
a dream of
falling

putting my
bare feet
to wood

floors
lightheaded
two stories

up i need to
walk down
stairs but

unlike a giant
step for man
kind i find

i'm outside
grass growing
between my toes

yet no roots
grounding
me i'm a

live wire
aspiring
to jump

trying to
touch the
moon 

so i throw
myself up
in the air

flapping
my arms but
even feathers

fall off of
a bird in
flight

landing
on the
earth

and try as i
might i 
can

only try
but i 
can

not do
what i want
for i must do

what is not
wanted but
that which i

have to
follow for
it's the law

of

g
 r
  a
   v
     i
      t
       y
Form:

Premium Member Roots and Wings

Listen up, my daughters, let me break it down
Life's a stage, but you're not here to clown
You've got to face the music, face it strong
Face your fears, show the world where you belong

Don't let them clip your wings, wings are meant to soar
Winging it sometimes, that's what life is for
But root yourself in values, roots run deep
Rooting out the nonsense, that's wisdom to keep

Stand your ground, ground yourself in truth
Grounding your decisions, from age to youth
Rise above the noise, rise like the sun
Rising to occasions, that's how battles are won

Weather the storm, weather it with grace
Weathering criticism with a poker face
Steel your nerves, steel them like a blade
Steeling yourself for the choices to be made

Bridge the gaps, bridge them with your mind
Bridging understanding, leaving doubt behind
Scale the heights, scale them bit by bit
Scaling back expectations that don't fit

Balance your life, balance work and play
Balancing act, that's the price to pay
Weigh your options, weigh them carefully
Weighing in on issues, speak out clearly

Brave the odds, brave them with a smile
Braving new frontiers, go the extra mile
Charge ahead, charge your inner battery
Charging through obstacles, set your spirit free

Light your path, light it with your dreams
Lighting up the darkness, nothing's as it seems
Fuel your passions, fuel them day and night
Fuelling your ambitions, keep your goals in sight

Don't be too rigid, rigid minds will break
Rigid rules are meant for you to shake
Be flexible, flexible like a reed
Flexing your strength, that's what you'll need

Channel your emotions, channel them right
Channeling energy into your fight
But don't let them flood, flood your rationality
Flooding your judgment leads to fatality

Remember, my daughters, life's a complex game
Gaming the system isn't the aim
Aim for integrity, aim for what's true
Aiming high, that's what you should do

So face the world, face it head-on
Facing challenges, that's how you'll grow strong
The ball's in your court, court success with zeal
Courting life's adventures, that's the real deal

Now go forth, my daughters, write your story
Story of courage, rationale, and glory
Storying your journey with each passing day
Journeying forward in your unique way

REPTILIANS SLID PASS

warm cinnamon angelic wings, I Landed  
spicy sharp sounds leap white midnight sight
turmeric dust sprinkle songs peeling broken heart
coriander with red chilli crackling citrus smart
    
moody tempers evaporate thundering rage
     stability sprung __ Reptilians slid pass mumbling 
chameleons raising, grounding, cobalt circling 

lemon juice pungent pour, I frequency Rooted
    feathery futile arguments chomping mooted 
grounded coconut angled angels gobble gummy hypnotic higher, lightning struck crack plum rack 

shouting storms persecuted no more the core
 stability sprung ___Reptilians slid away silky suck 
creamy masala potatoes fried, touching embers
 
astralic garlic warded off denials, I Taught taut 
raw caw cucumber cooled cities sunk no more
 ground coconut oiling angels ate in apple sauce 
told all we quest to fathom, tongues twisting 
    
cinnamon are the wings flapping wrapping  
       voices direct us ___Reptilians slid into side hole crocodile raising, grounding, sherry grapes juicing

rose petals are portents, I died to ground Birth 
anise in mortar crackle, befit expressions revere lemon juice drizzle no pain mincing garlic severe
 brown chestnuts for pick in nick, tricky sticky 

removing skins, voices direct us in rattling rain
cook in water then puree __Reptilians slid defeated 
turtles tapping, gliding, rum brewing browning 
    
butter beans melt, I cooked adding chestnut cherries with honey hope, voices direct us, be 
masala potatoes fried burnt black, boisterous we sang, peppery taste no haste, touching embers

liquid thickens trusting cornflour ___Reptilians sliding salient, tongues twisting, eggs hatching   
    immerse vegetables in sauce reduce sorrow 
     miracles are expressions of Adoration, know 

     Mira ***
            cles ****+****______sliding salient
                    are >>

     tongues twisting            {}{}{}          express
                            Ions ~~~~~~~ of ___spice rice

    I   taught   taut      {}{}{~}    ADORATION  {}{}{~}

                               Reptilians slid underground 
no order to miracles      ***i died 2 ground BIRTH

                     they are natural occurrences

Premium Member Candles Never Lit

Candles Never Lit

Wicks held captive
Or perhaps
Protected
Embryos held in tethered limbo

What shall the flame's first breath be
Beneath a citadel of worship
A first birthday
A stealth venture into the attic
An exploration through one's innate catacombs
Experienced alone

Life's simple tool made company
Exploring rooms of discovery
A comfort-place of isolation
Where one's dreams
One's fears
Remain ever faithful to light's purpose

For just as birth bears but singular reality
So too the limpid string
Encased in its molten nativity
Made hard
To last
Is used
As the grounding
The tool enabling serene freedom

Glimmer's heat
Radiance flickering
One's ethereal passion
Seeks no object to burn
No identity to possess
But solely to be

The candle's flame
But for imagining
Dreams of no restrictions
Just as the child sees everything as natural
Just as the shimmer of what can be
Is
Except for those who...

Only beholden to the consent
Of one's creativity
One's willingness to burn fully
Then accept the dimming
For the moment
Having expended its full radiance
For now
But remaining ever ready for the next lighting

How sad
Those boxed candles never lit
Knowing never of their purpose
© Odin Roark  Create an image from this poem.

When the Snow Comes

When the Snow comes.


the catkins lilt, sway in a long prediction
                         to soon !
Mothers clock, gets it wrong;
It actually is non fiction

Now pinned! escape is futile 
          destined!
Snowflake blades cut a frugal slash
It actually is so crucial:

Time, the sway moves to being frantic,
              Its late!
a lean becomes a fall, a grounding
now its very erratic!

On the shoulder its talon grips;
        an ending?
it deepens its arrival, no decline!
Soothing now, its eclipse.

Time, its final fall, Catkins must seed
        a re-birth!
all that had been,on a simple tree;
now guaranteed to succeed!

And what of the coming Snow?
      that came!
the bending twist, of stress on limbs,
left in the now Sun, to outgrow.
Form: Imagism

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