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Honestly, I feel I am a grown-up child
I express my feelings intense or mild
As and when they take birth, never concealing
Not allowing them to settle, before revealing
Even minor mishaps of mine or others upset me
However hard I try to pretend they don’t touch me
My countenance will show how vulnerable I am
And my body language will reveal I am not quite calm
Being too sensitive to life’s trials and tribulations
Get easily flustered on facing adverse situations
I trust people outright never suspecting their wiles
And land in difficulty easily duped by their smiles
Often, I put on a mask to hide my diffidence
And act nonchalant with an air of confidence
But the mask makes me sometimes breathless
And I expose myself feeling utterly helpless
I feel unease as I see pain and suffering all around
Now I don’t have them to seriously confront,
Yet a nameless disquiet weighs me down
At the sight of hundreds cruelly beaten down
I train my mind not to withdraw into my own shell
When all around, I see misery, hatred, and violence swell
I wish my heart were the fount of gushing love
And with the olive branch of peace, soar like a dove
I long to shed a ray of light into a heart darkened in despair
Give it a momentary flash of cheer through kind acts of repair
I cannot be a beacon of light to illumine all around
But can be a candle to dispel traces of gloom that surround
I pray God to help me plod through the right way
Enabling me to face challenges with strength each day
I know life can flourish only with God’s loving grace
And each day in prayers and gratitude, I raise my eyes
Jan.13.2023
~ Placed First~
Revealing Your soul and Other Tensions
Poetry Contest
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I was a driver for a large delivery company whose primary business was with large commercial banks. I had every right to park in that commercial parking space. I indicated that I needed to park there, but “No!” was on his face.
I was delivering time-sensitive packages in the Christmas season. I could tell, without a fight, he was not going to move for any reason; but in an instance, I considered my schedule, the season, and the man. I concluded that he was being unreasonable and would never understand.
What came next could not have occurred by any natural means or wisdom. But for a moment I felt helpless and stressful, as if caged in an emotional prison. I believe that God gives us The Holy Spirit to help us and angels to serve us. Some 20 years ago, during that Christmas week on that stressful day, I had both to aid me without a fuss.
I believe that The Holy Spirit and an angel gave me five words that changed everything. As if a light was turned on in his spirit, a mood of pleasantry took possession of his countenance; and he quickly moved when I said to him, “Come on man, It’s Christmas!”
121920PS
What am I doing wrong?
Everything is blowing up
Losing my mind over this
Can’t help but feel helpless
Hiding behind a facade
I’m scared to face my feelings
I don’t want to talk about this
Rather sink back and disappear
In the end it’s all my fault
Tried to lead and things failed
Always wanted to be a superhero
Instead I’m just acting cowardly
Didn’t expect any of this to happen
I knew my actions had consequences
But I didn’t expect things to hit hard
I should of just been more aware
I know the right answer but
I’m scared to answer the problem
I don’t want to hurt anyone
With my actions and words
I’ll do what I can for now
And take a step back from now on
Poem 18
Percival Jordan
1892 - 1912
I am where I am
Because of who I was.
I imbibed a million breaths
And observed the stars dotting the night skies
Like actors taking the stage for another eternal encore.
I am in the air
As I am in the ground.
And I know the truth now.
Life was an impossible possibility.
Born of pleasure and fear and desperation.
And I’m relieved the ridiculous race is over.
I spent most of my carefree days here in Clark Cemetery.
Helping Artilissa water the flowers.
And as a boy I played amidst the sunken graves.
I sat in silence like a scheming spider
Under the stretching shadows of the old tombstones.
I wrote poems to the dead
And read the Psalms aloud
With my many lady friends dressed in silk
Sitting scandalously close to me.
Under a darkening full moon shade one evening
I kissed Ethel Woodstock on the lips
And I released my emerging manhood
With a simmering sigh.
I felt strangely odd when Ethel died that night,
Enveloped in her mother’s helpless embrace.
I placed a rose bud upon her mahogany casket
And I cried as a light rain descended
Upon the drinking gorged ground around us..
Indeed I was the annoying little boy in the graveyard;
That flim-flaming rascal
With the cocky smirk of a broken gentleman.
With costumed enterprise,
I tricked many a passerby
With repeated low-moaning dirges
From behind the Hadley tombstone.
Their screams were hilarious but they never caught me.
God knows I had plans.
Plans to be a lawyer.
Plans to be an electrician.
Plans to be married and to find peace of mind.
But when I awoke one cold morning in 1912,
My bed was soaked in warm blood,
And all my plans were forever harvested by the Grim One.
I love Clark Cemetery in the autumn.
When the leaves turn dark and deadly.
When the rippling landscape illuminates the truth and finality of all things.
Life is just a fast-moving storm
And none of us has the time to notice the returning rainbow.
Oh, for a simple cup of coffee again!
*I once met a gentleman whose life had been radically changed through Christian conversion. In a very short while, he made it clear to me that he was being tormented by his past. His wicked deeds of the past kept confronting him, rendering him helpless. He could not move on in peace and confidence with an absolute assurance of God's forgiveness. In my attempt to reassure him, I told him a story that went like this:
I also once had a struggle with the issue of God's forgiveness. To satisfy my troubling soul, I acquired the highest quality and most precise telescope, and through its lens, I observed the far reaches of the human soul seeking to ascertain the whereabouts and the going ons of my 'sins forgiven'.
In so doing, I detected a wall and then a door with a sign reading, "Mortal ears not permitted". "Human eyes not allowed". I could see both east and west but could not measure its distance, nor could I locate my 'sin forgiven'.
At that point I was very disappointed but not undone. I then secured the best and most sophisticated microscope made by mankind. With it I observed the tinest parts of my soul, seeking to find some simblance of my 'sin forgiven'. I did not find a trace of sin. Still unsatisfied, I decided to navigate the great waters and continue my search.
Navigating the seas and oceans, I beheld what seemed to be a massive body of water. It was the Pacific Ocean with a depth of 35,837 ft. As I was passing through the deepest part with all of the water scoping devices one could imagine, I heard God's voice. It was still, kind, and sweet. That gentle and loving voice said to me, "Your sins are so covered, so far gone, so deeply removed, so as never to be seen, heard of, and thought of by me ever again. So in my extensive search, I could only conclude that my sins that had been forgiven were so far and so deep that it was as if they never existed.
12302017PS *Truth expressed through fiction, Inspired by Bible, Psalms 103:12 and Micah 7:19
Easel on her hill of greenness
Cheeks shyly red of a virgin sight
Breeze tickle eyelashes and paintbrush
Ocean tries to guess the coast's vibrations
Storm of petals land on a blank canvas
Rainbows cry hidden-in-the-background gardens
She drops her brush, her fingers weak and helpless
She never knew Souls can melt in liquid desire
Bells on sheep play an antique choir's tune
He lets her pony tail loose in a "Be gentle" whisper
The kiss of Gods on an angel's face, eyelids closed
A dove surrounded by sheltering, unexplainable tenderness
*
" I MUST GO"....
"I know"...
Understood, Heavenly Silence
"Be HIS Mother!"
I sit in stillness
framed by glass
the world outside dances
sunlight spills like golden honey.
yet within these walls I stay.
regret coils.....
around me tight as a noose
lurking in shadows.
I breathe in
inhaling the vastness of
the ocean's essence.
I can feel it
my heart beats.....
steady as stone.
I glance out and see
islands shimmering like dreams…..
clouds lazily drift by.
like ghostly albatrosses.
heavy with the mental wobbling weight
of untold excruciating hours
spent in despair.
I can hear
waves hum their foaming forgotten lullabies.
spilling secrets from the depths.....
beneath the starlit sky
I sail on
gliding over waveless waters
alone in the stillness of the night.
the salt air mingles with my thoughts
hope burns
a flicker caught in the tempest howl
distant as fires beyond the glass
a pleading prayer goes unanswered.
I gaze at
the world, so alive.....
filled with laughter and song.
joy drifts in like soft misty mist
but raw regret tugs at my heart.
snowflakes fall quietly.....
silence calls.
then Darkness Descends.
Draping the earth in it’s shadowy spell.
Dancing, Drumming, Devouring.
hope's last flicker Dies…..
echoes of a Dying breath
chaos reigns supreme.
I feel frozen
in this shattered world
where cracked glass bites into
my dreams.
I’m helpless.
I am a silent witness
to a dying light.
I find myself fractured like
just like the life
I let slip away.
I’m the voyeur of lost tomorrows.
their cost carved deep into
the marrow of my soul
a sentencing weight I’ll carry forever.
Gölgeydi Günes' Umut
The world was the shadow of man
Surrounded by
hope
On earth
with his name It was
a tree of emotion Scale-free
on every continent Of
a mysterious beauty It was
a breathing space On the skin of the
earth A person
whose shadow grows
It became smaller as it grew, untimely
Compassion
at the core of humanity Wounding as you
explore the world
Countless
in every corner Sapling of
love and hope As long as it doesn't grow up, in
your heart Nature
melts your house Helpless
with his heart that has become concrete Lives
within four walls
A beauty
in every color Of course, it is in its
essence Like
universal art As long as you love the world
without prejudice, There is healing in every home
As long as you touch your heart, you can
Sinan Gürbüz
On the Top of a Hill
Now that we have reached atop a hill
We may wish to stare at the sky,
Long to stay there for a long while
Or wish to have wide wings to fly;
Now that we have are at the top a hill
Let us not forget those left behind,
Toiling night and day in the field
To earn a daily bread for their living;
Let us not ignore the helpless souls,
But bring a ray of happiness
To weaker folks in dire needs
And comfort to those in distress;
Let us partake the light of joy
With those with no roof for the night,
With those who have no meals a day
And those with no future in sight;
Let us dispense our love and care
To neglected elderly souls
Without a prop to stand and stare
And bereft of all affection;
Let our heart not be cast in stone,
But shine with the light of compassion
That seeks not any gratitude,
But is filled with comprehension;
Let us be the true instruments
Of the bountiful Supreme Lord,
The mercy of God to implement
On His distinctive earthly plane.
Written 25 March 2023
Edited 29 March 2023 for :
A Brian Strand Premiere no 1204 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand
I want to see that look
That shows the coming rapture
The face of wanton need
Passion's hungry capture
I want to see that look
Testament to lover's game
To know it’s all my doing
unleashing the untame
I want to see that look
Of sheer helpless submission
Knowing that your release
Is timed to my discretion
I want to see that look
Euphoria’s induction
That plea for more and more
A primal need production
I want to see that look
In hungry naked eyes
And hear those trembling lips
Supplicate, moan and sigh
I want to see that look
Before you’re blown away
Exquisite ecstasy triumph
The signature seductress way
I want to see that look
I WANT to see THAT look
Then I can taste my pleasure
For giving you satisfaction
Brings mine on beyond measure
Eileen