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Every time I think of you, a smile runs across my face
The moments that we shared in part, can never be erased.
It may have been at a haggard pace and now there's just an empty space,
my world has shifted out of place, as I long for your embrace,
to grasp your waist
your lips to taste
I opened up, i was vulnerable, you seemed to be amenable,
and now I feel incapable of moving on irrecoverable,
my sadness is insufferable this feeling is uncomfortable,
my intentions only honorable, my love for you unalterable.
I hope im not making mistakes, by holding on, lying in wait,
this love I have... I cannot shake
she made me feel so awake,
alive inside a creative take
it’s her love I cant forsake,
its why I feel this lonely ache.
I’ll persevere, I'll move along
but deep down... I’m holding on,
even as I write this song,
hoping our hearts truly belong,
I know my love cannot be wrong
its hard as hell to stay so strong,
the suffering may be prolonged,
I wont deny my love lives on.
I wont give in, I wont give up,
Im realistic in my thought.
I've learned the lessons I've been taught,
I know a love can be caught
and just as fast, rendered-naught.
Its just my soul, it’s tied in knots,
It’s tough to prevent a hardening heart
But a love like this, a fight be fought.
Just to be sure... just for the aught.
A love so special should be sought.
to its end... it’s natural force,
remaining friends, no remorse
for letting that love run its course
Let love stand tall! Let the chips fall!
‘Tis better to have loved and lost
Than never have loved at all.
Let love stand tall! Let the chips fall!
‘Tis better to have loved and lost
Than never have loved at all.
It seemed like
An innocent experiment
Simple enough
I had read the steps
Bedtime routine out of the way
I was ready to start
Relaxing tape playing for ambiance
I was gone in an instant
With zero recollection of
The next thirty minutes
When I heard a thunderous clic
Most annoying signal
The music had suddenly stopped
Overcome with a blissful calm feeling
I refused to open my eyes
Having a very different reaction
Than my bedfellow
Who was quite unaware of
My little experiment
While he was busy
Screaming and throwing pillows
At the figure there in the dark
Standing motionless at the foot of the bed
I managed to let slip out
A couple of reassuring “it’s ok’s”
Eyes still blissfully closed
As I was savoring
The last milliseconds
Of my soul’s sudden re-entry
Briskly sucked in
Inches above my navel
With almost a slurping sound
That was my first and last astral trip
A little too very real for my liking
AP: Honorable Mention 2023
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AP: Honorable Mention 2022
Acceptance
How long before acceptance calmed his mind?
At first, he claimed the news was ill-acquired.
Each day he pushed and kept himself so blind
to reasons why he felt confused and tired
and strove to do all things that were required.
But slowly he began to acquiesce;
with sense of calm surrender, soon confessed,
that, deep inside he knew there is no goal
without the hope...and lastly did express...
the tumor in his brain would take its toll.
Sandra M. Haight
~1st Place~
Contest: Sad Poem - Dizain
Sponsor: Laura Loo
Judged: 05/20/2016
~Honorable Mention~
Contest: Toxic State
Sponsor: FB Thomas
Judged: 12/23/2016
Rhyme Scheme: a b a b b c c d c d
inspired by a friend who passed from incurrable brain cancer
This is the first day, January 01, 2020. It will never pass this way again. Yet in far too many countries, it is being denied, threatened and abolished. Crowds of people have taken to the streets. Many females have been raped. Many freedom demonstrators have imprisoned, The have sacrificed their lives and exchanged it for honorable causes. They have been beaten and tortured in heinous ways. Which would even make Middle ages tortures smile. The Nazis would have smiled and continued their genocide of Jews, and others.
Yet these countries, which oppress their own people, tend to successfully spread it. To peace loving and freedom followers beyond their own boundaries.'
While the rest of the world witness it on television sharing it also on internet social media. These warmongers threatened other nations, who would like to become involved. Freedom is precious jewel. God created his people to be free! Man is involved in both oppression and annulation of his fellow members of the human race.
Freedom is a candle in the wind. It flickers and lingers. Than war lords blow the candle of freedom, justice, and liberty out! Freedom is call of desperation of multitudes of individuals'. "Be not deceived. God is not mocked. What ever a man sows, he will also reap." Yes, according to God Almighty, they will reap the bitter harvest. "What shall a man give in exchange for his own soul?" The Nero's, and the Nazis are burning in the bottomless pits of hell fire and brimstone. These modern and contemporizes will soon be joining them. It is
according to God, and not me!
What price freedom? Mankind's souls are imprisoned by dark forces. People do not war against flesh. They war against evil and principalities. They war against the forces of Satan and his demonic hoard. The only guaranteed freedom rest securely in the hands of the Son of Man and the Son of God. Jesus Christ is the way, the truth and the life of everlasting life.
Love in Christ Jesus!
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954/ October Country
January 02, 2020
...He spotted Jones, and three other rough men,
digging at the ground beneath a large spruce.
Jones was grousing, “I know it’s buried somewhere,
if if it’s not here, I’ll beat it out of that youth!”
It was them Elias spurred his horse on,
emerging from behind a smallish grove,
they all spun and saw him, pistols ready,
said Elias, “I had wondered…now I know.
“Why a criminal could care much for me,
they say there is no honor among thieves,
you didn’t care for you old pardner’s son,
you just though that I might have what you need.”
Trigger Jones stood up with a vicious grin,
said,” Well god damn, if took you long enough.
Who would’ve thought the preacher would buy the land
where old Kerwin used to hide all his stuff.
“I’d hoped you could tell me, show us the loot,
that’s why I bothered toying with your head,
but I guess we’ll have to do this the hard way,
if you know, speak, or I’ll shoot you dead.”
Elias just laughed, “I would never help you
even if I knew, don’t you understand?
You call me Kerwin, but my name is Jensen,
my father raised me an honorable man.”
Jones just said and said, “Well ain’t you a daisy.
I guess you’ll die a stone’s throw from your home.”
Elias just smirked back, said, “Do you think
I was fool enough to ride out on my own?”
At these words six others rode into view,
surrounding Jones and all his bandit scum,
the sheriff led them, six shooter in hand,
barked, “You all throw up your hands, or you’re done.”
Jones looked like he might make trouble for them,
but around him his men threw up their arms,
and the old crook realized there was no escape,
he dropped his pistol, saved himself from harm.
There were rewards on all the bandit’s head,
the sheriff rode off quite happy that day.
Elias rode back to his home relieved,
no longer could anyone doubt his ways.
For all the past, his temper, his worries,
none could ever now doubt he had honor,
he wasn’t bound by a bandit long dead,
and now could live the life that he deserved.
So proud of you
from the very first time
he held you in his arms
and as you grew
he could see in you
the young man
you would become
his ultimate pride
when going to Uni
was on graduation day
as patiently waiting to see his boy
walk across that stage
finally your name
and when you came
Dad
whistled
Dad
whooped
Dad
clapped with joy
for on that stage
his pride and joy
'twas you his very own Boy…
Written on Father's Day for my Grandson 21st June 2020
Contest STRAND COMPLETELY NEW POETRY (1)
Sponsor Brian Strand
HONORABLE MENTION
You tell her
that you love her
and you're kissing someone new
on the sly
while she's waiting
for you to come home.
You tell her
that you love her
yet your words and deeds
tell a different story.
First things first,
start with loving yourself
You told her
that you loved her
only to flee
when the going got tough
running off with your mistress
waiting in the wings
So much for...
for better or worse
Funny, what you think...
is love.
Submitted for...
Strand Choice J,Any Form,Any Theme Poetry Contest (Winner: Honorable Mention)
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Date written: 03/17/2020
I am removing the chains that have held me,
Held me prisoner and in fear of change;
Over the years getting just heavier,
It is time to set myself free.
I want freedom and to feel my power burn,
A fire has been lit inside of my soul;
Watch out because here I come,
Free at last of stupid bonds.
I will leave all, the do this people, far behind,
No longer will they control my thoughts;
I will do exactly what I want to do,
Even the mistakes will be mine.
I know what I seek- blessed beauty and tranquility,
And I found it, see, it is was always so near;
It was not that far, it was inside of me,
Now the fire burns and I am soaring.
It is time to be me.
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March 22, 2016
Poetry/Verse/Breaking the Chains
Copyright Protected, ID 16-770-986-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under
Entered in the contest, Screwed XIII
sponsor, Rob Carmack
Ninth Place
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Entered in the contest, Where Freedom Finds The Fire
sponsor, Justin Bordner
Honorable Mention
beyond earnest vows
and doting promises
our love will last
forever and a day
yet all avid promises
are one day shattered
in spite of best intentions
sometimes I hear its thunder
it’s in the quiver of his voice
the shiver of his nightmares
the shudder in his fearful eyes
the feeling of helplessness
over his body convulsing
inevitable visits to the oncologist
vital treatments and aftershock
unsparing reminders we are not immortal
it’s the pain of growing wings
the price to pay for crossing over
till then…
the promises feel real
every day a gift and blessing
a promise is a promise
in this realm or the next
AP: Honorable Mention 2022
Submitted on May 31, 2020 for contest THE PROMISE sponsored by SILENT ONE - RANKED 2ND