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Fool's Gold
We cherish Autumn days when Summer goes...
her landscapes of bright colors do amaze.
Just like a painting, brilliant hues foreclose
the thoughts of Winter gloom post Autumn blaze.
Deep rusty red, orange, but mostly gold
stretch wide for miles along the country lanes;
'neath deep blue sky and sunny rays, they hold
the joy of life we hope and pray remains.
Leaves gently fall and coat the waiting ground
to warm the earth with their bright colored shawl;
and happily, we grasp these days renowned
to keep us joyful before Winter pall.
But as all things in life follow a scheme,
a dimmer time will shade a golden one;
this season, in the end, does lose its gleam...
fool's gold of Fall turns dull 'neath Winter sun.
Sandra M. Haight
~1st Place~
Contest: Autumn Colors
Sponsor: Nayda Ivette Negron
Judged: 01/09/2018
If you wish to conquer my soul in shreds of forever,
Drop your mask and carry me in your embrace,
As a panther, lie in wait for me, not to steal me away,
But to dance with me in the love's palace we yearn for.
The storm inside of me is silently disarmed,
In the quiet chambers, with the murmur of an abandoned river,
Cast my becoming into the future's pastels,
And blend into my passage, smooth as a muse in flight.
If you add to our struggles the salt and bitterness of life,
Wield your character like an art of pure mastery,
Your sincerity will be a lighthouse in the darkness,
And may you wander far from the sneaky chains of deductions.
Rather, go and sculpt your language from mute gestures,
Mysterious, as the eyes speak what words cannot,
And let your steps be guided by robust melodies,
That feed my hungry eyes with beauty and shape.
Now follow the steps that promise ungrasped bonds,
And don't forget the light that must end the enshrouded spectacle,
So that in the end, my soul may be enmeshed in your nets,
And you enclose it in a labyrinth of love, to gift it immortality and the eternal.
Rock
Like Mavado “I'm on the Rock”, but some people have to sell Rock to buy a cot.
Life can Rock your world as you see it and know it,
Africa is Mash up because of a Rock,
living in these times you have to be built like a Rock,
If war comes, Then its time to Rock.
You have Rock your attire with style and swagger,
if you hear a tune you like you will Rock your head and body also if its time to step out with
the friends from the ends until the end,you have to Rock and roll-out,
and if its that time den you dun know the bed goner Rock.
We all have a clock on this 3rd Rock from the Sun We call earth,
so make the best of it….. because in the end all you have left in world when your gone is a
Rock at the top of the Head with your named on it.
At your grave side..
If your Lucky…
Tallan J Bent 23:42Hrs 19/05/08
I am used by writers quite a lot
I'm very important, though just a dot
I put an end to every sentence
And make the written word make sense
If you fail to use me when you write
Your readers will have no delight
They'll search your words for subtle clues
But in the end they'll be bemused
It's best for you to punctuate
Or the reader you may irritate
So when you write don't be a clod
Always remember to use your period
And so I hope you'll understand
what the written word demands
But I think I may be wrong, not right
Cause I've used none in this write!
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Like staring into the dark the more stars I see,
The more I try to forget you the more you appear to me
Like trying to put out a wild fire in the fury of the wind,
Trying to hide what is in my heart is useless in the end.
Like the waves in the sea during a raging storm,
I lost count of the thoughts of you that come in a swarm.
Like lungs in need of oxygen from the atmosphere,
My body longs for the presence of you here.
Like a volcano building ready to explode,
It’s hard to hold back this love overload.
Like a glacier floating so beautifully,
I keep most my feelings for you buried deep inside me.
Like a caterpillar stuck in a cocoon,
Our love will never be able to bloom.
Like nature has destruction and life,
The heart loves and cuts like a knife.
On a starless night, when the moon cannot find its mirror,
A wandering soul wonders why we are so alone,
Not in the silence of a home, but in the constant noise of misunderstanding,
When words collide in the air and fail to settle,
Like snowflakes that melt before they touch the ground.
Humanity, a sea of souls searching, losing, finding themselves,
Yet each wave crashes against the shore and retreats within,
Asking why, why we long for embraces that do not hold us,
Why we seek in others a meaning we cannot articulate,
And always, when we look into another's eyes, we see only our own shadow,
Reflected in a void of silences and unfinished words.
Perhaps the Earth was placed here to nourish only loneliness,
That loneliness which grows between us like a forest of maples,
Its leaves are the misunderstood words, and its branches, broken hopes,
And while we seek comfort, all we find are echoes,
Echoes of the desire to be understood, to be truly seen.
But perhaps, deep within this forest, a light is hidden,
A light that does not come from outside, but from within us, from the depth of our being,
Where every step toward another is a step toward oneself,
And perhaps, just perhaps, this is how we will find ourselves in the end.
Beacon of hope
By Michelle Morris
14/06/2021
The Lord and I, we spoke for a spell;
I asked why I'm so different and why He did it so well.
"Where are my people, the good and the brave?
Why do I get to be alone in a superficial world?
Where are the deep thinkers?
Those with creativity?
Where are those with kindness and integrity?
Who do I belong to, when money and power corrupts so many?
And why am I often the one to stand alone against God's enemies?"
"My child", he said, "I forged you to be of light and good,
To be a beacon of hope and purity in a world gone mad;
Standing alone is what happens to the light in the dark,
But while you are still breathing you can create a spark.
One day you'll understand how many lives you saved,
So don't give up, keep on having hope and faith; be brave;
For the time will come when evil in men is thwarted for good,
And My Kingdom will rise again and save humanity's soul.
I know it's hard to understand why you walk alone,
Along this path of righteousness to be My own;
But out there you're a warrior with Michael too,
And in the end, you'll triumph by just being you."
© Michelle Morris, 2021
what do you do when you are in the middle with many rivers to cross?
what do you do when you feel like all is about to be lost?
do you give up? do you give in?
or do you stand strong and pray in the end?
moments of doubt in a limital space
trying to survive in society's rat race
surrounded by the destruction and death that is a part of life
barely holding on to your faith in the Lord Christ
in the middle of that limital space
with consequential decisions to make
do you go left or do you go right?
do you surrender or do you fight?
do you chose death? do you chose life?
or do you place all in the hands of Christ?
what do you do when you are in the middle with many miles ahead?
what do you do when you're unsure, do you allow the spirit in you to be led?
you're at Mahaniam a temporary stopgap and it's time to stand still
just don't try to make any decisions that go against God's will
you might feel powerless but remember the God to whom you pray
is an omnipotent God who will always make a way
what do you do when you are in the middle of this road called life?
you need to be like Jacob and pray to the Almighty Christ
humble yourself before Him and thank Him for all that He has done
remember all the times He's delivered you when you were under the gun
pray to Him unceasingly and petition to Him your needs
ask Him for your hearts desires as you fall down on your knees
you're at the threshold of a breakthrough on a precipice at the edge
in a limital space standing on life's ledge
don't worry just trust in the promises of God
no longer in the middle now safe in His arms
Tears wash the pane on the window of the soul.
So how clean can one’s windowpane be?
When I see the future I have no goal.
I ache and wonder what’s to be.
The beauty that I enjoy and the glorious creation,
Cause me to faint and to falter in truth…
I can have no satisfaction or elation,
My walk it stumbles in abject uncouth.
To see what joy is deep with in,
Look past the image and beyond the mirror
Pass through the web of deception,
Walk quickly through the fog, reception clearer.
Can you see what I feel or feel what I see?
Can you touch deep with in, is it really me?
Can you taste the loss of what will never be?
Can you understand that there is no key?
I ponder the way of confusion and conclusion…
I wonder about reality and fiction…
There will never be what never was,
And what never was shall never be…
A loop, a conundrum, a mystery,
Stuck in a trap a hunter has built.
None so strong ever in history,
Bound and flogged, stranded in guilt.
None to follow, none to help,
None to lift, none to stand,
None to give, none to receive.
None to travel, none to stay…
I lift my chin and eyes to the sun,
My feet directed for no one.
I am alone and alone I will be,
In the end everything else is gone…
But, me…
Senses I feel
Show me the way:
Now fond appeal
Toys with new day.
Each feeling wave
Casts a new light:
To dare, to brave,
To glimpse bold sights.
I walk life's road
With fragrant style,
With easy load,
With carefree smiles.
Burdens I drop
As I now see
Stormy days stop --
Peace comes to free.
Senses I know
Limit true sight;
Grace transcends flow
To higher light.
I learn to know
Beyond learning:
A certain glow
Uplifts seeing.
Now, time and space
Mask the real thing;
Beyond this face,
Lies true being.
Sensory plays
Veil spirit-soul;
No words can say
Or frame true whole.
And in the end,
We go around
Life's bends and trends
Till lost is found.
Leon Enriquez
Written: 17 February 2010
Singapore
(16 May 2017)