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My life faced tormenting time with future at stake,
writhed in the crushing clutch of stifling suffering,
my bequeathed heart splintered and bled in yearning ache,
no soothing arms I found reach out to me to cling.
In rough sea my boat sank in storm of agony,
for shelter I tried to swim to shore not in sight,
the inner voice told me to get detached and see
the rays of hope like the sun after the dark night.
From my heart a butterfly flew on latticed wings,
in rippling air it flittered on trail of sun ray
to the vale of rose blooming with sparkle of spring
under azure sky opening from gloom of grey.
I sensed sublime serenity suffuse my core,
my soul opened divine petals in deep abyss,
tranquility like summer rain began to pour
in my calm mind with surreal shower of bliss.
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December 11, 2021
Syllable count checked on HMS
Contest :"A" Forms, New Poems
Sponsor : Constance La France
(A lone voice whispers)
As individuals, we don't sometimes realise the scope of utter hopelessness, until we unknowingly endure it
Or witness it
But within all that emotional spiritual warfare
A glorious Demarcation Zone always exists
Between
Pain and Salvation
Just awaiting courageous souls to cross it
To reach a new emotional nation
To find a new paradigm of looking at something filled with hope
To cope
A whisper of something glorious
Something to soothe the courageous
So when Hopelessness strikes
Look deep inside and hear that inner voice whisper
Hold strong
Try to stay the course
Cling on to your strength
Let's cross over
The Demarcation Zone
So when darkness looms
When all things seem despondent and desperate
Like Wormwood Star
The Dark Comet
Always remember
Your part in The Great Game
Is not over yet
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
A demarcation zone is a boundary or limit that separates two areas.
In this case, Hopelessness and Hope.
Even during the least happy times in our lives
It is never so unhappy that we should ever lose hope
Whoever said, “Tomorrow is another day”
Had the secret to a happy life
Another is, “Don't sweat the small stuff”
So simple yet so obvious, it make a whole lot of sense
I don't have any secrets or special potions that I take
But after living for almost 9 decades, there are certain things
That make a whole lot of sense and a lot that don't
It's knowing which is which and choosing
The ones that your inner voice tells you
To follow, it makes a hell of lot of sense!
They say with age comes wisdom which is true to a degree
But at any age, it's your inner voice
That should always help you make the right choices
I want to run her thoughts
through a carwash, they are not dirty,
just old, the way a classic corvette
needs a rinse occasionally, but never a re-paint
Not that I think of her as a car,
more an abandoned engine
that had been laid too long in a barn.
farm mice had learned to turn her ignition
without the need for any fresh oil.
Dinner together in a Texas Roadhouse.
The nasal song of a country boy
trapped in a ball-breaking melody.
I can’t hear her words,
she can’t hear mine…finally we’re communicating.
An owl in a hollow tree can hear the whole dark forest.
I imagine I am roosting in her throat,
listening, not to her mind or mine,
but Brailing my way around her silence.
The streaks are good, throats become naked
as the food alone speaks to us.
Then here between her vocal folds
a little girl is weeping.
There in the craw-dark, a mother belittles and scolds.
An inner voice far from this moment speaks:
“My ears are too big. I will never be smart enough,
witty enough, thin enough, worthy of love.”
A broken echo intones. It is a recording.
The recounting has no motor, no apparatus,
just etched grooves scored into an ethereal larynx.
The server comes around. “How you’ll doing.”
She and the waitress look to me,
but I am still in the hollow of her throat
a space now witnessing
my own doleful litany of sad songs.
A cumulonimbus cloud enveloped my sky,
Threatening to rain down a torrent of pain.
An ocean of commotion swirled in my brain.
My attempts to bandage the wounds turned in vain.
I saw only the receding vistas of light,
And night prowling like a stealthy thief.
The past chilled my mind like hanging icicles,
And I felt so heavy with frozen grief.
I inched my way up like a tardy snail.
My life got riddled with contradictions.
I felt I was waylaid, lost, bruised, and beaten.
From every corner, I met only constrictions.
When irredeemably lost in the labyrinth of life,
I heard an inner voice assuring me,
“Don’t worry, your life is in my hands.
Nobody always gets his way! Follow me!
I will walk in front as your all-time guide.
I will mend your scars and heal your wound.
I will hold your hand when you totter.
If fallen, I will lift you up from the ground.”
In an instant, I felt my tethers getting broken,
And my soul embracing all that is dear.
From the cage I knew I was flying out.
I saw the sky beyond, lying blue and clear!
Now I am on a journey of redemption,
Determined to follow Him wherever He directs.
I tell myself- “Nothing is beyond retrieval.”
Feel freed of everything that obstructs.
Feel with your heart
Where love abides;
Discern and start
With truth your guide.
Think with your mind
Where thoughts now surge;
Conceive and find
Whole proofs that merge.
Keep faith and hope
In urgent wit;
Love ever scopes
Pieces that fit.
Learn how to learn
With feelings fond;
By act you earn
To work life's pond.
Joy and cheer sum
The path and way;
See soul become
The light that stays.
Seek then the light
Where love sets free;
Go beyond sight
To simply be.
Heed inner voice
That calls to you:
Fashion bold poise
In all you do.
Being moves much
True loving tense;
So gently nudge
Your common sense.
Live well your days
With happy thoughts;
Love is the way
To weave fond plots.
Leon Enriquez
28 May 2015
Singapore
was skipping through my bathroom one day
about to land in my office, when an inner voice yelled hey!
Turn on the light first, which I had never done, but did it this time.
Saw a six foot black rat snake, stopped my bare feet just in time.
If I had landed on the snake, he would have no doubt taken a bite.
Rat snakes are not poisonous but being bitten is not a delight.
I have been bitten by a snake once before.
I shuddered at having this creature in my house; shut the bathroom door.
cost of snake-remover eradicating this creature is five hundred dollars.
An exterminator came out, then we heard his hollers.
Let dead rocks of reason lie on the way,
Let all logic, all do's and don'ts lie still,
The rules of grammar gathered yesterday,
Of metre and foot, let them let-down feel
If lines river-like flow to move ahead,
Let melody get born with utter poise,
Let lilting lines listen to inner voice,
O to flow ahead—heart-over-head led.
In purest form and the plainest by far,
Like a perennial stream flows a poem,
Each line a starlet shoring up the star,
And sparkling like rarest of studded gem!
And crafted, caressing the created—
A call of heart passing baton to head!
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A poem flows like a river. The head with its do's and don'ts plays the role of rocks blocking river's flow. But the river finds its way still and music is born. A poem is always a product of heart to start with. The heart has reasons unknown to head. A stage still comes when head slowly takes over as there is no escape from it. Yet, creativity comes from the chaos created by heart— the source of all poems!
08.03.2020
Heart Truth
Contest Judged: 8/9/2020
Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke
Winner: FIRST PLACE
Time does nothing
But wash away what’s clearer
Our world flipped upside down
And solitude nearer
Heart covered in frost bite
Lost eyes in the mirror
I return to my thoughts
And shed a thousand tears
I remain quiet
Not out of choice
But in order to listen
To my own inner voice
Cause when the tides get rough
Our safety raft is gone
Nothing is ever enough
How do we go on?
Now it seems time’s our enemy
Taking what’s left of our corpses
No sympathy or remorse
For our destiny
All I know now is I’m merely lost
Sinking in quicksand
Happiness tossed
Awake as a zombie
Afraid of the cold
Where are you Mom?
I’ve lost my life’s mould
When you’re feeling sad and lonely
And nothing seems quite right
Turn your heart toward God’s heaven
And look at the lavender sky
When you’re feeling shy and gloomy
And the world seems to be so down
Say a little prayer of protection
So your heart can find its direction
When you’re feeling lost and worried
And nothing feels quite right
Listen to your inner voice
And whisper “yes” to God’s love
When you’re feeling sorrow and regret
And life brings you nothing but shame
Think of all you have to be thankful for
And hide your thoughts beneath gentle grace
Listen to the heart and soul
Who always seems to hear and know
That within your spirit there is hope
And joy that brings true peace which grows
more serene and loving as time goes by