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Sitting here with so much on my mind
As time goes by I find
Maybe I have been hit too many times
All that is left are the rhymes
Growing up fighting
The wrongs I thought I was righting
Fast as lighting
In the ring
Now I just make my ol harp sing
Memories are lifes gift
To hopefully one day give your soul a life
When your down
wearing a frown
When sad is on the attack
Bring a happy memory back
My crazy mind
I find
Memories rush by like a river
So many my mind starts to quiver
My soul starts. To shiver
Try to find one pin it down
Before in the sadness you start to drown
Focus on that one good thought
Lessons taught
Make more good memories to keep
For times you want to weep
Too late
Comes my fate
Lonely is life
With a heart full of strife
Grow old alone
With memories of what life has shown
So many things I have blown
Grow old and die
Who will cry
When I finally I learn to fly
The magic of a moment
standing still forever
a snapshot casually taken
for my heart to cling to
to tightly hold on to
suspended in time
In spite of the years flying by
as they do fast and furious
let me touch them and feel them
in one tangible snapshot
capturing the instant precious
suspended in time
You grow up so fast
right before my eyes
a whisper to the wind
how I treasure in my heart
these moments captured
suspended in time
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Submitted on September 13, 2019 for contest WRITING CHALLENGE 2, SEPTEMBER 2019 - THE PHOTOGRAPH sponsored by DEAR HEART - WIISHKOBI ODE - RANKED 2ND
2nd and 4th grade years were marked with an arrival of a tiny one in the house
Inspecting the lightning bolt on his forehead carefully, the kids named him Pikachu mouse
With delicate pink ears, black bitty eyes and a long gray tail he looked very cute
To make him feel comfortable, we got him a cage and some shavings of wood
Also a water bottle, an exercise wheel and a bowl for food
His mom was a pet mouse at a friend’s house
She gave birth to twenty miniature babies who needed a good pet house
Having the whole cage to himself was something new after coming from a big crowd
With a lot of interest he built tunnels and burrows underneath shavings of newspaper and wood
Playing and talking with him used to be kids’ favorite pass time after school
To inspect him with great interest and curiosity, they would take him out
Walking around the house by holding him in their hands, they loved to do
Offering him a peanut and watching him nibble on it would keep them amused
Spotting him playing on his wheel, they thought was very cool
Observing his every small action taught them about mice rules
It felt very soothing to watch him cuddle in his self-built tunnel and snooze
Our household became thrilled to have had Pikachu as our very first pet mouse
After years of life that I've been through,
As a caterpillar in heart so blue,
Growing up in the land of confusion,
And the mentality of seclusion.
Watching at butterflies come and go,
Desirably wanting to fly, Oh,
The intense of inner soul to fly,
But my body and mind won’t comply!
Until there, I saw you.
And it was all about you,
A butterfly of vaporous sapphire wings,
That my soul seemed to want to sing!
You fluttered like a feather in air,
Up there as I stood and stare,
Wanting to fly, but with no wings,
Because I was blind to what future brings!
As you came down to touch me,
On my caterpillar skin as soft as it can be,
Your energy surged into my soul,
That filled up my inner and dreadful hole.
My life finally started the metamorphosis,
Has modified my life so tortuous,
So confused was I at that time,
As my skin started to slime.
As I was encompassed with a strange cover,
As I unknowingly cocoons to discover,
My timing of metamorphosis was meant to be,
And I struggled to reach out to see.
So confused as I continued to change,
As everything seems to me, estrange,
As I see you fluttering away and gone,
My true love anger has turned into chiffon!
Growing the wings still withered,
With pain as I wait to be delivered,
I struggled to break the cocoon,
With a strength of a prune!
So full of desires, I finally cracked,
The cocoon, and from out I retract,
Weakly as I am set free and so bold,
As a new butterfly from life of old!
Fly, oh let me fly, and let me find you,
As I search around in the air for you,
A butterfly of vaporous sapphire wings,
That my soul seemed to want to sing!
In the beginning
I was pure in vision
Seeing unity
Without knowledge of division
Barely walking
With my wobbly legs
I became lost
In the mind's maze
Equating my worth
To service and cleaning
Trying to be endured
Without anyone intervening
I lost my will to be present
Or allow anyone to experience essence
Too afraid to disappoint
Easier to withhold my presence
After healing, I began to flow
Wherever LOVE would lead
Still hidden, deeply
Inside my unexplored need
I see it now, plain and clear
Spiritual memory arose to proclaim
You may have shaped my experiences
But it's too late...I know my name.
Written by Trudy Schrader on 01-02-2026
Within my own axis,
It did not slant
It did not drizzle.
The void shunned the grey clouds.
Lightning was rare.
Thunder turned mute.
Leaf-tops shook with the sleepiness of
Shameless drunks, casting ghoulish shades,
Causing affrays among wild species.
Rivulets rippled in hunger and in thirst,
Circling firths with methodical anger and protests.
The grass blades lost their verdancy and cringed.
Within this place,
The air was proud and still, unfeeling —
Thus blocking the nostrils of weaverbirds, so that
Their breath choked with the intensity of seasonal hate.
Our soils were burnt and frazzled.
Hoe-teeth were dull-edged, producing clangs of
Stony noise while only reflecting the rays of the
Killing sun.
Woe was upon us and upon the anus of the earth.
The corrugated roofs rattled loudly at noon,
Protesting the agony of torture, and like the air,
Sent down particles of aging thirst at night.
On the grounds of this zone
Came the trace of waste and powdered perdition.
Vultures constantly were late for repasts,
For the sandy ground was greedier.
Earth, pall of misery, exhumed Death
Among the dead, and exuded worms in the
Warmth of lost sempervirence.
Apoplexy on living matters reigned.
Consider the lives of old calabashes
Laid waste in the core of the desert;
The exhumed bones interred in prelapsarian order.
Imagine the still existence of the blacksmith’s forge,
The ground of the phoenix in her laboratory of rebirth —the
End product of its old life . . .
That was for us the twelfthmonth of horror.
Am I good enough for you, Lord
I am made up of spirit, soul, and blood
Flesh created in your image
Out of love, you are loved
Love a child in the classroom youth
With his hands raised, raised in the air
Asking a question a simple question
Is God here
Why is a man so messed up
Bound and City's killings everywhere
Chaos and confusion my shoes don't fit anymore
To be a tuned a boy was just a boy. Now he's a man
Growing up thinking they are just toys
Food for thought for low-profit nutrition.
Devote for some and not for religion
I am made up of spirit, soul, and blood
Is there anyone in this planning on this planet
Other than you, Lord, who loves
What I believe I genuinely see
That I will one day be above it all
in the new Earth and the new heaven
Well, yes, I am good enough for you, Lord
6/4/13
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2022
Each passing day puts on display
a puzzle piece of jigsaw soul.
Providing parts to add to hearts,
from halfway done to fully whole.
The bygone years are souvenirs,
the trinkets of a time gone by;
though caked with rust, dried blood, and dust,
they stain, then fade, but never die.
The decades roll and ring a toll
for lessons taught but slowly learned.
Experience, with common sense,
shall grow, rebuilding bridges burned.
The wisdom found on weathered ground
repays, with interest, youthful debt.
Each piece a shred, profusely bled,
but, joined as one, a finished set.
A church clock struck midnight, from far far away,
Overhead, the pale moon was veiled, by dark clouds of grey.
Two young boys were watching, from their own makeshift den,
Aiming to prove to friends they weren't mice, but men.
As gravestones scraped noisily, upon sharp gravel paths,
The small boys gulped loudly, and subdued nervous laughs.
But when a corpse clambered out, of a wide open grave,
The two boys took fright, not feeling so brave.
With their eyes now wide open, and holding their breath,
They clung to each other, and were worried to death.
As the corpse turned around, and staggered their way,
They closed both of their eyes, and started to pray.
Soon as a ghoul crawled out, from behind the headstone,
They felt a little queasy, and started to groan.
Suddenly, two cold hands touched them, pinching their ears
They both screamed out loudly, then burst into tears.
But it was just their eldest brother a prankster called Rick,
Who,for a bit of devilment, played an old schoolboy trick.
They had been watching tv., camped on the hearth rug.
By the cosy fireside, in their own little snug.
That night in their beds, what tapped the window pane,
Was it the leaking gutter, now filling with rain.
Or whose are those shadows, that stealthily creep.
So underneath the bedsheets, they tried their hardest to sleep
8/ 14/ 2017. POET'S SHADOW GREG BARDON.
Art works of Sovereign omnipotence are the stars*
Beauty to behold…midst darkness-gloom
Creation-masterpieces crafted by the supreme Designer
Delights of the eyes for all seasons defying deceits’ obscurity…
Extolling the awesome grandeur of Deity’s highness!
Firmament wonders they are challenging astronomers’ acumen
Galaxy ornaments mystifying astrologers and constellation gazers
Heaven’s jewels enriching astronauts’ intellectual treasures
Influence-compass guiding travelers toward journey’s triumph…
Justifying space scientists’ quest beyond earth-exploration!
Kindlers of reality-awakenings they are for children
Lights toward truth-searching in their growing-up years
Marvels with wisdom-beam midst their magic and mystery queries
Night-sparkles that promise wealth … “like diamonds in the sky”…
Opening to them opportunities to dream and soar to the top!
Potential poetry and song inspiration-sources can they be
Quiet, yet bright witnesses of victims’ cry for peace and justice
Radiant gems expressing hope to aspiring champions
Steadfast signs with assurance-gleam against skeptics’ doubts…
Testifying about mankind’s fascination for the celestial!
Up above, there they shine … reflecting God’s glory
Victory they assert for the faith-driven to progress-ascent
Watchfulness they show along divine vision-guidance
‘Xcellence marks their illumining expertise in and out of season
Yes, they are in Scriptures declared as “stars for ever and ever”…
Zealously zooming on the eternal light’s Origin and Power!
*Genesis 1:16 And God made two great lights; the greater light to rule the day, and the lesser light to rule the night: he made the stars also.
June 13, 2018
Edited on June 18, 2022
Honorable Mention, "2022 Poetry Marathon Qualifiers' FINAL Placement" Poetry Writing Contest; Sponsored by Mark Toney; Judged on 3/4/2023.
9th place, "2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 3" Poetry Writing Premiere Contest
Sponsored by Mark Toney; judged on 6/20/2022.