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Aquamarine waterfall descending on coral rocks,
Zenith of sublime serene bliss caressing mountaintops ~
Utter tranquility hypnotizes lilac senses,
Radiant twilight sun creates kaleidoscopic magic,
Enveloping azure pearlescent canvas of universe ~
Horizon blushing coy with tender vermilion sunset,
Opalescent glow blends misty water and lustrous sun
Reflecting gleaming rays in each tiny water droplets.
Imagination takes flight to dreamlike surreal heights...
Zen serenades from soaring symphony of temple bells,
Orchestrating sonata of homecoming chirping birds...
Nature bestows harmonic blessings to cerulean sky ~
December 8, 2021
"A" Forms - New Poem Poetry Contest
Theme: Azure, Form: Acrostic
Sponsor: Constance La France
SECOND PLACE
As born again blossoms bloom,
who am I to wilt upon the dawn of spring,
as I can see morning robins gather
to bless me with the melodies they sing.
Their once melancholic lullaby,
disappears with every drop of rain,
in cloudless, bright blues skies,
they have sang away winter's pain.
I watch them collect fallen twigs,
nimbly, creating their new nests,
rebuilding something that was once broken,
fighting valiantly against nature's tests.
They're aware that predators lurk,
so when sunset sinks at silent twilight,
I wonder where do they seek shelter,
so they don't become prey of the night.
With philosopher eyes the mind ponders
what if birds were born without both wings.
How would they fly to freedom when trapped?
Would we still hear the melodies a robin sings?
When bewildered in the wilderness,
some slither softly, lost in melancholic motions,
submerging slowly in shallow streams,
unable to control their erratic emotions.
We are blessed with spiritual wings,
but some prefer to remain within their cocoon.
Unable to learn from the homecoming of birds,
their authentic-self, struggles to hum in tune.
In the migration of misunderstood minds,
we can become lost among unknown silhouettes,
like dead petals ignored by butterflies,
our inflictions turn us into marionettes.
Darkness will always consume our horizons,
so as I arrive upon illuminations ledge,
I revel in the belief my spirit will fly
if my foundations crumble at the edge.
We've all arrived at the point of our
homecoming and have come to realize
That life can be a stumbling block or
a stepping stone towards the heavenly prize
And our departure our homegoing
will surely come one day
Just make sure you fought the good fight
as you journeyed on your way
Yes life is a struggle, a tug of war
a push and a pull
But never forget to move forward
to progress like a tenacious bull
For power concedes nothing
we must fight for everything
There will be tears, there may be fears
Just don't stop til the final bell rings
My 1st Lady Dr. Angela Farr- Griffin
was a fighter most supreme
A progressive praying warrior
who lived out her dream
A valedictorian in high school
who earned her Masters and Ph.d
A promoter of health and wellness
a Doctor of Physical Therapy
A mother of 2, a grandmother to 2
and wedded for 40 years
She fought cancer to the bitter end
and never showed any fear
A life worth fighting for
that's how we all should live
To put on the full armor of God
and the Holy Spirit to us He did give
A soldier in the army of the Lord
she battled and fought every day
Her homegoing has come to pass
and towards Heaven she's made her way
She witnessed, worked and worshiped
to increase the kingdom of God
She always put her faith first
and from Him she would never depart
Passionate about many causes
Which led her to start many ministries
She believed if you stayed idle
you can't claim the victory
But most of all she was a worshipper
she continuously praised the Lord Christ
She danced, she sang she exalted Jesus
everyday of her life
But the devil is a liar
who only wants to destroy
But Angela was a jubilant warrior
consistently filled with joy
She fought the good fight
she had a life worth fighting for
And now she with her Savior
Our Lord Christ forevermore
I’m at homecoming, Dad!
I know you didn’t get to see what I was wearing,
but, I will tell you all about it when I come home, Dad.
I’m coming home now, Dad.
Of course we get Wendy’s on the way.
I’ll be home in a couple minutes, Dad.
I’m on our road, Dad.
There’s several cars parked in our driveway.
My stomach drops,
Are you okay, Dad?
I go inside preparing for the worst, Dad.
I still have an inch of hope.
Mom tells me the news, I can’t believe her, Dad.
I know you weren’t going to make it much longer, Dad
but I didn’t expect it to be this soon.
I rush to my room,
I can’t be downstairs as all these people see my cry, Dad.
It’s been an hour, Dad.
There’s so many people at our house.
I can’t bare to go downstairs and see you lying there.
I’m sorry I never got to say goodbye, Dad.
It’s been five hours, Dad.
Mom keeps sending people to my room to see if I’m okay.
I can’t even talk, I feel like my heart has been ripped out of my chest, Dad.
It’s been a couple of days, Dad
and it’s been really hard to get out of bed in the morning.
I find Mom crying a lot, and I try to stay strong for her, Dad.
It’s been a week, Dad
and your funeral was today.
It was the hardest thing I’ve ever gone through.
I tried not to cry, but it was too much to handle.
I’m sorry, Dad.
It’s been a month, Dad
and school’s just been too stressful.
I find myself thinking about you a lot.
I really miss you, Dad.
It’s been two months, Dad
and I find myself dreaming you’re still here.
I wake up sobbing when I realize you are not here, Dad.
It’s been three months, Dad
and I can’t find a purpose to get up in the morning anymore.
It hurts so bad that you’re gone,
I feel like my world has fallen apart, Dad.
It’s been three and a half months, Dad
and Mom gets angry at me because I’ve given up on everything.
She took me to the doctors today, Dad
and she’s really worried about me.
My friend’s have given up hope on me too.
I feel so alone and I don’t know what to do, Dad.
It’s been four months now, Dad
and it’s still hard getting up in the morning,
I’ve been working on getting better, Dad
but sometimes it’s still a struggle to get up every morning.
I’m trying my best, Dad
But today I just couldn’t get myself up.
I couldn’t get out of bed today, I feel like I’m losing all hope.
I’m sorry, Dad.
In honor of our modern-day Messiah,
The Reverend Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.
I share in blood soup with thee.
On this day, 1.20.2025, THE holiday
To remind us, every US Citizen, that life
Is not always an American Dream for everyone.
A Being true to Christian values, The Constitution and sacrifice.
A Peaceful Protester for Human Rights:
All lives Matter! No matter the creed, seed, breed or bleed.
A King for Democracy, if there could be such a thing.
Come, turn the other cheek and sip some soup
at the same table with me.
A welcoming homecoming invite to share in the blood.
The blood of Freedom. The blood of the King!
Be the example that the King has paid out.
Spread the Good News! Dare to bare
A vein when you grip that spoon.
Be it silver, brass, gold, wooden or chopsticks.
A red, white and blue salute to you and you and every Kine *ting.
The red stripes on the flag are next to the whites,
Colorful eyes that burn on in the fight...
You are the Stars, Souper Heroes, the Light of the Mighty
Who continue on ...
to this Day.
*ting means ‘thing’ in Hawaiian Pigeon
nascent
dawn appears
kaleidoscope
of
color
midnight
sighs
leftovers
of
last night
plateful of
unsaid
words,
a
tablecloth
of rapier-sharp
folds
&
fireplace
dying
to be
kept
alive
sensitive
hearts
feel
powerful
in
mundane
rain
pelting
petals
think
of
others
when eating
remember
pigeon
food
when fighting
remember
seeking
peace
paying water-bill
remember
cloud-nursed
when homecoming
remember
homeless
campers
when sleeping
counting stars
remember
sleepless,
roofless
foodless
healthless
hopeless
be a candle
in
dark
snow
mixed
drizzle ...
dust-covered
man
holds
hand
of daughter
dying
slowly
under
slabs
of
concrete
life
illusion
dream
swoon
ecstasy
oblivion
1st Place Contest Winner
Written: February 14, 2023
YOUR SELECTION AGAIN Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
NOTE::THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' (intuitive cadence)& so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
A drunk driver plowed right into the back of me as I sat at a red light.
My life flashed before my eyes as I watched numerous cars filled with giddy teenagers passing by.
Confused and in pain I wondered where all these youngsters were going.
Turns out they were headed to homecoming and the drunk driver that hit me was going to the same homecoming to see her daughter perform in the band.
The moment I realized this I was honored and glad she hit me instead of one of those unsuspecting, innocent, precious teens with their whole life ahead of them. I proudly accepted the pain and endured multiple chiropractor visits.
She was so drunk that an accident was unavoidable. I'm just glad a drunk driver hit me and didn't ruin the life of one of those beautiful kids. One might call it Divine Intervention and I would have to agree. Don't Drink and Drive!!!
Travelling to the past…tiptoeing
back to soft, tender days of miracle,
which disappeared like crimson
rays of dusk gradually spread an
aura of apparent everlasting peace
with birds homecoming...
cocooned by mother’s love, and
father’s affection…protected
by doting siblings, a poignantly loving
and giving, blissful childhood!
Life is not a perpetual dream,
easy, and flowing, soothing, and calming…
The breeze which lulls, may
turn into wild, torturous, blustery wind,
cutting like a sharp knife on your skin,
on your face; you are swimming
against the cruel current of kismet,
an abrupt and precipitous choice
turns life into an unimaginable nightmare,
and no respite in view!
girl who used to find all her dreams
crystallized in shiny silver snowflakes,
was shaken by turbulent waves
of hurt, sorrow, and sufferings!
her values shattered,
her hopes crushed,
she thought she met the inevitable grim end!
End shocked her - standing upright
against the merciless storm, dark
clouds evaporated, radiant sun
arrived on a chariot of seven stallions,
horizon turned vermillion red, temple-bells
started chiming cadence of blessings,
she stood alone, but triumphant,
she was jubilant!
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With the force of a thousand storms, I turned to face you.
When they dragged our beloved off I thought that I would lose my mind.
I shouted loud enough to stir the crows.
You caused this to happen with your radical cries and marches for equality.
Teaching our only beloved to help in stirring the pot.
What do I care about freedom now?
I speak through my wounded heart when I tell you that my pain is too deep for me to see the righteousness of your cause.
Never will my mood be of a jocund one without our sweet beloved.
I will remain fray of heart and spirit until you bring our beloved back home.
There will not be a homecoming for you without our beloved.
I refuse to surrender my mind to the thought of never seeing our beloved again, never setting my hungry eyes on his soft golden face with prune color eyes, and soft peach lips, never to hear his rich voice with worldly questions, and solutions.
What do I care about freedom now?
My soul will be burden with grief for an eternity.
I will never walk equally contented with any soul.
I sent you away from me to look for our beloved.
Now the fragments of time tears into the year.
As I watch from my doorway with eyes captived by the dusty road in search of the impressions of the soles of your feet before the coming of the seasons.
My mind is whirling into a maddening coil as the days drop from the sky and the nights went scurrying by and the sun scuffed at my stubborness.
And the moon hid behind the gray clouds.
I died a thousand deaths in awake of your return with our beloved.
My seasons will soon end and my curtain shall drop, it will be then that I will rise from this cursed state of misery.
copyright@ Library Of Congress under Looking At The Light From The Bottom Of The Lake.
The 4th of July in my hometown is
Bigger than Christmas
Because all of the non-townies come home
It is bigger than Homecoming
There is a carnival, and a parade.
The high school band plays.
Concession stands all over the town square
Sell things we can only get in this little place once a year
Funnel cakes, cotton candy, firework snakes to light.
There are contests, and pony rides,
And screaming that begins at ten o’clock when the rides open
and lasts until the last ride is done at nine o’clock
The whole town show up at the park at 8:00
To get their blankets and lawn chairs in place
for the fireworks set off by the firemen.
No one goes home until the last one is done.
There is always a long pause between the next to the last one
and the last one.
I have no idea why, but we all live for that pause
Knowing the last one is going to be so terrific
It will last us another year.