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The woke demand that we devenerate,
revise old statues, plaques and history
of leaders who were once considered great,
as truth confronts a lasting bigotry.
To laud and honor what they represent
supports and propagates a curse and weight,
creating new and growing discontent,
to abrogate old hails to racial hate.
Blind scales of justice failed to understand
and measure damage done by prejudice
across our bountiful dynamic land,
thus adding space to this profane abyss.
But now new rays of liberty are seen,
illuminating every sacred wound,
as politicians face what should have been
and steer us toward a higher, firmer ground.
I want to be....
Your rose without a single thorn,
Your rainbow without a summer storm,
Your oyster, which contains a pearl,
Yet nobody is perfect, and I'm just a girl,
I promise I will do my very best,
To love you better than all the rest.
I want to be....
One half of our unbroken heart,
Your new beginning for love to start,
Your laughter that never ends,
Your arrow that Cupid sends,
The key that unlocks your heart,
The one with whom you never part.
I want to be....
Your sunshine without a cloudy day,
Your moonlight there to light your way,
Your music to the lyrics of a song,
A love you've longed for, for so long,
Your inspiration I want to be,
For your words of divine poetry.
Written by: Kelly Deschler
The Sweetest Touches of Verse Contest
(Iambic Tetrameter)
New Waves of Infinity
Iambic Pentameter
The cosmos folds where time forgets to flow,
Yet in its pulse, a spiral hums with grace.
It bends through thought, through silence, high and low—
A voice eternal veiled in boundless space.
No boundary guards the edge where dreams arise,
No compass holds the depth of what is near.
Each crest a breath, each trough a soul’s disguise,
Infinity unfolds in waves of clear.
These echoes drift through multiversal thread,
Like whispers born before the gods took name.
And those who feel the current are not dead—
They ride the waves, alive beyond all frame.
Traversing veiled and hazy twilight sleep
My thoughts meander and begin to creep
Through channels only visible at night
Unleashing fears kept harnessed by the light
When faces reappear from deep within
In shame, remorse enhances my chagrin
To face the truths of weakness hidden still
From those I’ve loved and lost through silent will
If I could only have just one more chance
To speak the words I felt within this dance
I’d scream with all the courage I could find
And leave behind the prisons of my mind
How we regret, not just some things we do
Yet worse, those left undone though not meant to
Like saying, I love you, to those we love
To end up just in dreams with thoughts thereof
I stand outside your house of rhyme,
but will not enter in
it was to me, a welcome place
where love would always win
a place of sweet camaraderie,
a place of give and take
It was to me a haven that
I never would forsake
But now I stand here at the door
and know this will not be
the place that welcomed me and so
I turn away to flee
before the walls of sturdy words
is blurred from tear filled eyes
I take a look through window clear
that's curtained with the lies
I see inside a cheery glow,
there burns an ardent fire
Another muse now there resides
and she is your desire
My words have lost their warming touch
like stones they lie all dead
and yet one time, they were divine;
you worshiped them in bed
I turn my back and walk away
no more a welcomed guest
and though you ask of me to come
I'll silence your beheast
My heart will not indulge a tear;
no longer will I weep
Your house of rhyme will one day fall;
its rubble, I will sweep.
Eileen Manassian
They met aboard a cruise one summer day;
their days and nights were filled with ecstasies.
Like 'two peas in a pod' they both gave way
to letting love fulfill their fantasies.
So much they held in common, it was true.
They seemed like mirror images of each;
ideas, and likes, dislikes and points of view
were shared alike in mannerisms, speech.
She knew she was adopted, he was not.
As months went by, he later found he too
was raised by parents not his own; the plot
to solve his heritage would soon ensue.
Their wedding plans began, and all was well.
But, it arrived, that letter in the mail...
Ancestry tests matched DNA to tell
that they were siblings...heartbreak ends this tale...
about their marriage that could never be...
exchanged for finding long-lost family.
July 23, 2018
Former Contest Rules: Topic of 'An incomplete love story', a girl and a boy are in love, both want to marry each other but can't. Give the reason why. It isn't death; they have to live, but they can't live with each other. Make it beautiful and make it sad, and in between, the reason for their separation must also be very clear.
I'll find my love in the ocean
Mermaid-like, she will call
Her tenderness and devotion
Nurturing one and all
Over the crashing billows
Ethereal, she will roam
Reclining as if on pillows
On incandescent foam
On the backs of playing dolphins
In the call of the whales
Raising the sunfish orphans
Petting bass on the scales
Constructing on the corals
Palaces and enclaves
Settling the fights and quarrels
Under and over the waves -
I'll find my love in the mountains
Peaks of the Tian Shan
Her magnificent countenance
Like glaciers reflecting the sun
Basking in wind and sunlight
Clearing the air of dust
From sunrise and until twilight
Making the beauty last
I'll find my love in the tundra
Under the permafrost
Where would she be, I'll wonder
As I am wandering lost
Petting the polar bears
Giving them her sweet light
Lost to all worldly cares
Bringing the Earth delight
I'll find my love in the Congo
In heart of the Abyss
Seeing the fear and wrong and
Turning it into bliss
I'll find my love in the cloud
Splashing in endless blue
Vanquishing every doubt
Making the dreams come true
I'll find my love in the thunder
Rumbling through autumn air
Turning the mind from blunder
And spirit from despair
I'll find my love in the cosmos -
Heart of the Milky Way -
Playing with laws and causes
Turning the night to day
I'll find my love everywhere
And before I die
I'll send her name as a prayer
Into the clear blue sky.
When God created you, the heavens rang
A symphony of praise and jubilee
Celestial ones with rapture danced and sang
And rainbow hues burst forth with joyous glee
We gathered round your crib, by wonder filled
Your tiny form I cradled to my chest
The joy that thrilled our hearts could not be stilled
As parents well we knew how we’d been blessed
You are the beauty of a starlit night
You are the gentle warmth of setting sun
You are the wonder of Aurora’s light
And none with you compares, not even one
My darling child, a woman now you are
You know the course you want your life to take
You have the will and strength to travel far
Protect your heart, my child, for mother’s sake
Be stronger than I am, be more secure
Speak out and use your voice to leave your mark
In fight for equal rights, you must endure
Let inner light burn bright; don’t lose that spark
A bed of roses life will never be
Yet be a fragrant rose of rarest hue
Your beauty let the worthy hearted see
Don’t be afraid to bloom in colors true
My precious girl, you are a mother’s dream
And when my heart is heavy, filled with care
To tired thoughts, you bring a golden gleam
I see your smile and life turns rosy, fair
You are my greatest joy, my lovely pearl
Your home is in my heart, and there you’ll stay
No matter where you go, you're still my girl
Be sure my love will help you find your way
Eileen Manassian
February 14, 2017
Religion has been privatised like gas
I know in church we still can hear the Mass
Yet no Chaplain comes to dying men
I did my best alone without a plan.
Inside the holy sanctuary bare
I became both priest and comforter
I sang the sacred songs and gathered crowds
Outside our little cubicle they bowedL
I saw a canopy of golden cloth
Hanging down from heaven, as it does
It came nearer till it touched his soul
I was silent, love can’t take control
For a moment everything was still
A little bird sat on the windowsill
Then the cloth of gold was lifted high
I wept the precious tears for those who die.
That one eternal moment gave us grace
I see your sunny eyes, your smiling face
Fear not death
when it comes for you...
Death is not a monster,
not even a master, but
a servant--
having no more choice
in the taking of you than
you have in the going....
And if you are defiant,
telling lonely Death,
"By my hand, not yours,
I will set my own fate!"
Death will smirk, laugh,
and say without rancor:
"Take my job, please!
It has never given me
a moment's pleasure.
To be forever feared,
hated, despised--
when all I have ever done
was to open a door....
But know, proud human,
(the only animal who
disputes my work),
when YOU turn the knob,
yes, to eternity's door...
it may not lead you
to the same place
as when I open it."
I knew his meaning,
responded contritely:
"Fear not, Death--
I will not resist
your silent coming.
I know Who issues
your deadly orders.
Forgive us humans
for our denial:
we keep forgetting
we exist always, and
this life is but
a scratch in time."