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He was tying shoe laces, at the doorstep
I was in a rush to wrap up the conversation
As, all need to be ended , somewhere, anyway.
He greeted me goodbye and stepped out
Without an effort to tie those shoes.
I was smiling, and closing the door, then.
I read a poem once about should and should not
Hide and seek playing with the divine force
White in black or black in white, may be.
I was frightened today to see a picture
It was haunting me, like a pause in my life
I need to pray, o my Lord, I need to , solemnly.
All we have to do is let them be!
Dreams are never us, we are those dreams
I will buy those moments with my tiny hands,
To make you free on your desired land.
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Here I am again, the familiar forest;
this time, darker than usual, except
for the faint light of the moon
hidden behind the tall pine trees.
The light is opaque and I am finding
it annoying as it plays hide and seek
through an oval opening here and there.
Deeper in I walk, and then that awful,
grim and gruesome thought takes
over me...that I may come face to face
again with that vicious, vindictive
beast in this dark forest. I know it is
here...I've seen it before...it rises like a
tall, giant monolith, like something
I've seen in a museum. I am so
frightened. Why do I patronize this
place when I always have fear as a
prelude to stay away! Is it pride...
the need to escape and feel victorious?
Suddenly light! Oh yes...I am awake!
And how fortunate I feel...amazing!
Just my recurring dream. How delightful
my nightmare is over. The brilliance of
light has overcome my darkness once more!
Sandra M. Haight
~1st Place~
Premiere Contest: Make a Poem *2 ~ Darkness Versus Light
Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton
Judged: 07/27/2016
Required words to use: awful, amazing, annoying. grim,
gruesome, delightful.frightened, fortunate, finding, monolith,
moon, museum.oval, opaque, opening, patronize, pride, prelude.
Paint Water Skies
Do you know that feeling you get on a long car ride, when you’re looking out the window. The world is shifting ever so quietly. One grass field slips by like a forgotten postcard, as another comes passing by, then a line of trees rising and falling like the earth breathing in its sleep. Your mind begins to wander, drifting in and out of thought. The music playing in the background softens, acting as a soundtrack for your thoughts twirling in your mind. Those thoughts start to dance with the melody, forming shapes out of the ifs and ands and how comes. Dreams once out of reach slowly morphing into a reality made of memories and desires strung together.
Just when you’re completely caught in this alternate world your soul is singing in, you catch a glimpse of the ever changing sky. The sky that began so blue, full of clouds drifting along the car as if curious about your thoughts. Painted with strokes of vibrant colours that melt together into the most beautiful masterpiece. Pinks, reds, and oranges melting into one another like paintwater swirling in a jar. Imperfect, messy, breathtaking. Crossing paths to form hues of purples and yellows that warm your soul like a cup of tea on a cold summer night.
The sky whispers as the silence of night overcomes, soft as pages turning in a dark room. The colours fade and blend until the sky becomes a deep, rich navy. The kind that looks black at first glance. A place where the stars and the darkness play hide-and-seek until finally the night bursts open with illuminating light. The moon comes out to play, spilling soft light across fields of grass and trees. A quiet feeling of home settles over you, hugging your soul, reminding you that you are not alone.
The background music becomes too clear and your mind is back in the now. Everything feels so much clearer and lighter. Your mind went on a journey ending in the warm embrace of safety, something you’ve craved for your whole life. This is what it’s like looking at you. Your eyes are the sky, ever changing beauty. Bringing warmth and safety with each blink. Your voice is the music, gently playing alongside mine. Your smile the moon and stars lighting up the night, reminding me I’m not alone. Your soul reminding me that home isn’t too far away after all.
Our Friend Bobo
By Curtis Johnson
More than fifty years ago, there was a drowning in my little home town.
Back then, we chopped cotton by the day, and picked cotton by the pound.
For us, there was no sliding boards or public play grounds.
There was no hanging bars, see-saw sets, or merry go rounds.
There was no swing sets to zip us back and forth through the wind.
But there was deep poverty, and pleasantries were few back then.
There was no swimming pools for us on hot, humid, and toasty days.
There was no nice and safe places to cool off, but we had our ways.
There was water in the creek, and we saw no signs saying, “Do No Jump In”.
There was the mud, the pollution, and the stench, but we still jumped in.
We swung from tree limbs, flashed and dashed in the muddy waters.
We knew we would stink, but we were hot, and nothing else mattered.
What did matter was that one day our friend Bobo died in the muddy creek.
Bobo went under, and we soon realized that he was not playing hide and seek.
We soon ran for help, and all the people and authorities were gathered.
They pulled Bobo’s body from the bottom, and our souls were sad and tattered.
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Celestial Play
In daylight hours when stars fall sleep,
They opened wide eyes to see celestial wonder –
The sun and moon at play
Racing across their blue playground in hide and seek –
A game of tag –
Leaving trails of laughter
For earthbound eyes,
Invited audience,
To revel in by covering their brilliant splendor
With receding light to total darkness,
Daystar encircled with a golden crown,
Then lifting shadows,
Playfully returning light again
To upturned smiles –
Suspended breath –
Captured by their mischievous spirit
As hearts of every language hold hands,
Clearly understanding
The song of unity inviting
Spirits of anticipation rise
Into Heaven’s clear vision of the magical and miraculous
Never abandoned,
Or eclipsed,
But following breathless the playmates,
Passing,
Now separating at the end of their game
While a memory replays for eternity,
Imprinted in the drowsy stars of a morning sky.
TOTAL ECLIPSE – August 21, 2017
Of all the things that I have lost
Perhaps what hurts the most
Is that I can no longer go
to where I once called home...
I cannot roam with childish glee
Down through the leafy grove
Nor play with snowballs, dance in snow
Then thaw beside the stove
I cannot use pink muhlberries
To paint my childish lips
I cannot eat the greens I've picked
Right down to soily tip
I cannot brown my little legs
Beneath the blazing sun
Or slpash in cold and icy pool
Until the day is done
I cannot play my hide and seek
With gateman's little kids
Nor drink the flavored Persian tea
Chase dreams through drooping lids
I cannot rub the walnut skins
And stain my fingers black
I cannot gorge on cherries sweet
I can't bring one day back
I cannot pick blubell flowers
Or swing from walnut tree
I cannot gorge on luscious fruit
Those mountains, I can't see
I cannot run through fresh green grass
Nor bask on asphlat walk
I cannot run through classroom halls
Or relish childish talk
I cannot show off gardened home
To foreigners and say,
"This place is really paradise
That none can steal away"...
I had a dream last night that I was back in my childhood home in Tehran, Iran. We lived in a walled, gated compoud that was the property of our church. My father was a school principal and the administration building and dorms were on our campus. We were situated in Shemran, at the foot of the ELBRUS mountain range. The compund was green.....beautiful. We'd swim in the icy cold pool then lie on asphalted walks to warm up. We had a cherry orchard, walnut, apple, apricot, plum, muhlberry, and almond trees. It would snow in winter, and My brothers would jump off the roof of our house into the snow. I can't describe the ache in my heart at not being able to go back. It was an enchanting childhood and no one can steal my memories. After the revolution in 1979, the government took over the property....but they can't take My dreams. I've shared this....painstakingly written on my phone because my dream was so vivid. I needed to share...
My love
your eyes
seamless
from one end
To the other
borderless
seek travel
In out
climb rush down
trek
the mountains
the slopes
skip slip
trip
test rest
the grasses
the vine
fill my goblet.
My love
your eyes
Drift
the valleys
the vales
the sunrise the sunset
the dusk the dawn
void
the darkness.
My love
your eyes
play hide and seek
The shadows
My state of mind
linger leave
reveal revoke
states of passion.
My love
your eyes
the never ending
mazes
the tunnels
the icicles
break melt
drown
burn
liquid fire.
My love
Your eyes
fathomless
deep dark
unburden
my treasure
pleasure
secure .
My love
Your eyes
rest unrest
My state of undress.
I never knew how to play hide and seek,
Just like that l never knew how to play hard to get,
If l want you, l would just text,
If l need you, l would just touch you,
If l love you, l would just call,
It’s a pity, we are now stuck in situation ships,
Situations where sex is the vital need in relationships with or without commitment,
It has become a norm getting dumped for sex,
Or maybe we should just call it the “sex era”,
Welcome to the world where brothers and sisters are making love instead of showing respect,
To the generation where hearts are getting broken like ice blocks,
Where hearts are getting torn like a piece of paper,
Where playing with feelings is like a game of football,
Welcome to the generation where they smash and if you suck, they pass,
The generation where we have buddies instead of a partner,
The generation where there are no pure intentions, one moment you slide in the dm and the next moment we hear sex sounds,
It’s a pity no one ever told us about the rules,
These rules of waiting a couple of days or more before accepting a proposal,
Its each man for himself while trust, loyalty and royalty swing,
Guess we are learning the hard way.
Seeker what are you seeking?
Mystic timeless now questing.
What if I told you nowhere:
Is now here in this somewhere.
Seeker can't you see truly?
God in you loves grand fancy.
What if I told you All-This:
Is God living in sure bliss.
Seeker do your closed eyes see?
God awaits you in beauty.
What if I told you to awake:
Glimpse awareness that now stakes.
Seeker do you realise love?
God lives below and above.
What if I told not to seek:
God only plays hide-and-seek!
Seeker now knows a truth most deep:
Awake from a sleep within sleep.
Leon Enriquez
25 May 2017
Singapore
A young girl runs around the park looking at flowers.
She looks at them and smells them.
This littler girl eyes lights up.
She sees all these yellow flowers and started to run around.
She goes through them.
She stops in the middle of a yellow patch of flowers.
She raises her arms up and smiles and screams happily.
A young boy was running around in the brush he sees her.
She has long golden brown hair and a great smile.
He notices that she had green eyes.
He notices that she likes flowers.
He runs around and looks for the perfect flower.
He sees several odd looking ones.
He does not know what she would like.
The young girl sees this boy running around in the bushes.
She tries to ignore him but she could not.
She saw him with short black shiny hair and light brown eyes.
She thought that he looks mischievous.
She also thought he was a regular boy who likes hide and seek.
It also looked weird that the boy was looking at flowers.
She thought.
By now the he saw her looking at her so he purposely started to hide.
He got into the bushes but these bushes had thorns in them.
He looked at the bush and saw a yellow and red flower.
He thought this was the right flower to get her.
He peeked out of the bush and sees her playing.
He looked to make sure he did not get a thorny stem.
The boy meets the girl and ran around her and showing off.
She sees him do this and thought it was ok.
She looks over at her mom and sees another mom.
The only two people other than her and her mom must be these two.
She stopped dancing and looks at him.
The moms see both of them and realize that something was going to happen.
The boy’s mom takes out a camera.
As he had his hand around his back hiding the flower, he notices her mom.
He stopped and looked at her and smiled.
She stopped and looked at him and smiled.
He has her attention and gives her the flower.
The flower was a red and yellow rose.
They became friends for life.