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SATURATED IN SOLITUDE
The solitary moon moves slow across the still sky
Sprinkles silver dust on the seizing elixir of solitude
I drink to the dregs as the fluid time passes me by
My voice speechless in somber stillness, I know why
The trance of clutching aloneness makes me mute.
Silence soaks within, saturates my mind with serenity
This is what an insular life languished would long to be
Lancet sense of solitary self splits my sole identity
In the void of loneliness I discover my dormant duality
At the silent inner depth I hear me talk with me.
Written : April 14, 2018
April 22, 2020
Contest : Strand Pick B, Any Theme, Any Form
Sponsor : Brian Strand
There are times you think the ink
is finally dry
that human hearts are made of stone
and always die
that the lessons we have learned
have no value
in the effort to apply them
we are not true
I’ve canvassed fields of study
and sought to learn
had hoped what I’ve acquired
I would not spurn
But like the wool whose dye
is firmly set
I turn around to find
I can forget
There can be no denying
that we are flawed
our pursuit of excellence and love
we call our God
and then I look again
and what I see
an inheritance we have called
negativity
I battle with ideas
and formulate
the slavery in which mankind
is dyed with hate
Where here the things of Life
he can’t enjoy
making sure every child has
hates employ
here our own examinations
have unclear lens
We judge the flaws in others
but miss our sins
When the outlook of our future
appears so bleak
because our weaknesses to overcome
we do not seek
When we inspect all the others
to find their flaws
then imagine not in ourselves
the self same cause
Oh our hubris how insular
the men you’ve damned
And to follow after violence
like it’s unplanned
And still we kill each other
in mind and deed
because we seek to drench
ourselves in greed
We have given birth to death
our practiced ways
and dominion over mankind
won’t leave but stays
And still the studied set in
institutions
whatever we have learned no
absolution’s
who does note our selfish flaws
knowing sorrow
Will we awake another day
forget tomorrow
No paradise can come to being
without mans love
And all within the cosmos
we’ll take care of
Keep awake and never forget
the yesterdays
because mankind must be changing
all his ways
COPYRIGHT © June 2015
PoetryofProvidence
via Duboff Law Group LLC
Brushing teeth in school,to be like a golden rule,
Cutting back on a shuggery meal
Seems quite the lead; by touch and feel
Yet its quite ok to add, to their water (not a fad)
Around thirty three things? or more, from God knows what store?
Also injecting experimental drugs, from some mad alien thugs
Watching bloody wars, is part of life for them now raw'
Trangender also a big thing, its merits 'they must sing' so its
All good, and clear and fine, if you will just abdicate the mind?
Let an ideology run wild, takeing over every child.'
With (a i ) to follow life even more, i wonder why my heads
So sore? Yet i'm also sure; thats what is best.! is a human scale
We all need to face lifes usual gales, yet no more blasts of
Such reckless social change, from the no doubt insular.!
And of Minds deranged.'
Contest : Epiphany
Sponsored by : Constance La France
Date : August 28, 2026
"The insight of spiritual wisdom finds the portal of realization open
to the sanctum of profound consciousness” – Quote by Poet
In the opaque night of blinding agony
I take the ordained journey forlorn
across the extant landscape of desolation.
The escape route out of the maze of travail
in the deceptive time I lose
in the tortuous tangle of dismal torment.
My chase of shifting mirage in the desert of being
etches the fragile footprints to the illusive oasis.
The storm of despair over the dune of dwindled life
swirls as corrosive currents in the vagrant mind.
In the halcyon horizon of hope,
unfurled by the fleeting moments of epiphany,
I then perceive the furtive flashes of heavenly spectrum
illumine the infinite span of my inner insular sky.
I see the new sun rise with the sanguinity of salvation.
Travelling on the pathway of the devout life
on an inward emancipation journey
to the sacred sanctum of illuminated realization,
where the awakened awareness perceives
the sacrosanct meaning of existence
in the acuity of profound consciousness.
The soul shines with astral aura in the deep inner space
with the blazing brilliance of a thousand suns.
In my self-searching odyssey at the edge of eternity
I discern the internal galaxy turn me into a living light.
In a hurtful negligence, you did not read my poetry
with empathy or even the slightest kindness, instead
you sought to tear me down for what I wrote.
Dear disguised friend, you had me defending what
I wrote bringing me back to past sadness I had long
overcome causing me to second guess my triumphs.
My poems are a testament to my resolve and
courage in the way I pulled myself out of the
depths of despair while trusting in God’s grace.
Oh, my, unexpected foe, “when you read my poems
you wrongly judged me, and in a demeaning tone
shouted, “Do you ever write poems that are not sad?”
When I told you about the many hopeless
survivors that I have helped with my
writings you scoffed at me!
What I overcame and fought through would
bring you to your knees so it is time for you to
silence your hypercritical attacks and criticism.
With God by my side, I’m better now, but you
sought to remind me of forgotten pain instead
of praising me for showing strength and courage.
Still, you insist on pretending to be judge, jury and
executioner with harsh remarks and judgments
seeking to dismantle, disparage and destroy.
Please be aware, the worst insult for an abused
child is accusing them of having some sort of
blame for the pain and suffering they endured!
How misguided, misinformed and mistaken are you!
It’s undoubtedly your failings and insecurities that
have caused these flawed and bias opinions.
In a hurtful negligence, you did not read my poetry
with empathy or even the slightest kindness, instead
you sought to tear me down for what I wrote.
My poems are a testament to my resolve and
courage in the way I pulled myself out of the
depths of despair while trusting in God’s grace.
Now, you can sit with your insular prejudice,
false accusations, and emptiness as it should
be for your absolute intolerance.
Today, you can be rest assured God will take my
hand one last time lifting me up into the Heavens
to be with my beloved Mother, Aunts and pets.
Unequivocally, I am Stronger Than You Think
and I have survived more in one moment than
most have in their entire Lifetime!
I dived into the cauldron of magical potion,
drank to the full the elixir that in an instant
turned me into an entranced wizard.
And I saw …
In the desolate seashore of secluded island,
people built desire castles with dream sands,
with fervent care protected the fragile niches,
but the breaking waves rolled over them.
The surge washed away the forlorn abodes,
sheltering the insular souls of lonely people.
With the magical spells I turned them
into convivial people, greatly gregarious.
And I saw …
Behind the closed windows on sunny meadows,
submerged in obscure depth of dismal darkness,
people morphed into slices of moonless night,
compact contours marked their bleak peripheries.
Nobody could see through them, couldn’t perceive
the true substance of the opaque people.
With the magical spells I turned them
into transparent people, utterly unadorned.
And I saw …
People were like frigid birds with frozen wings
under the misty sky, swept by the polar wind.
In the congealed hearts lapped by the Arctic sea
petrified emotions drowned unexpressed.
Warm embrace of empathy they couldn’t proffer,
for they were condemned as cold people.
With the magical spells I turned them
into pleasant people, amply amiable.
And I saw …
People changed their lives into desolate deserts,
the charm of oasis desiccated in dwindling dunes.
Blazed by the flame of their fierce minds
the fallen foliage of ardent passions burned,
didn’t rustle with the fossilized cadence of their hearts,
for they were wooden people.
With magical spells I turned them
into vivacious people, eternally effervescent.
Island of fantasy
No swim wear on Bikini Island after all those testing years
waiting for the hidden radiance to…stop this is reality
I need to escape from where into what or do I when
one flash and blip in the history of time and my projections…
So here it is the nude beach stripped from another reality
granting a moment here or then stranded in magic another truth
in the loops and coconuts circuiting in the mind grapes hanging low
sweet and sour Me Robin’s son Friday or not…forever and another splendour
Essence food and shelter in abundance too much too plenty so
I’d rather bring a friend my lover soul-mate curvaceous sparkling
inspiration expiration joined in motion rhythm rhyme sequential
horizontal upright teasing poet tree in motion exploding fusing solitude
Cinnamon bark and musky flavour salt of the ocean chilli peppers
soul on soul skin on skin soul on skin intermingling penetration
of ideas creation words artistic dependent independent work in progress
giving taking heading truthful tongues lips balsam for the sun and tanning life
Books and poetry are also intimate wise companions mentors faithful fellow friendly
fire water earth and aerial dreams conjectures built up climax rest regeneration
and I suppose we like to write our own of rainbows thunder lightning comets
starlight moonshine distant proximity close by far away lands in kindness loving
Lotus flowers in perfusion fragrant storms meditating torrents stillness for
the mediation stories lived experience speaking hearing narrative exploration
where they rest on beauty interwoven follicles frolicking whims of nature nurtures
exude petals inner peace and outer seminal gentle epitome of sensual wisdom reason
But wait...why search on other ocean’s tide lines why run away from what there is
the island carol coral reefs and rainy forest dew in sunshine sweet perfume of life...
the envelope of brightness togetherness carnal mingling intellectual fulfilment
is here right here when we beam out from fantasy and run from insular fight or flight
06th June 2016
In the desolate seashore of secluded islands,
people build desire castles with dream sands,
protect the fragile niches with fervent care
from the breaking waves rolling on them.
The surge washes away the forlorn abodes,
sorrow is hidden in insular souls of lonely people.
With magical spell I will turn them
into convivial people, they will be gregarious.
Behind the closed windows on sunny meadows,
engulfed by dismal seamless darkness,
people morph into slices of moonless night.
In their formless periphery I pass them by,
but I can’t see through them, can’t perceive
the true contents of opaque people.
With magical spell I will turn them
into transparent people, they will shine.
People fly like frigid birds in the misty sky,
on the frozen wings of the northern wind.
In their hearts lapped by the Arctic sea
frozen emotions sink, can’t swim.
Warm embrace of empathy they don’t find,
for they are condemned as cold people.
With magical spell I will turn them
into affable people, they will be gracious.
People make their lives desolate deserts,
the charisma of oasis desiccates in the dunes,
blazed by the flame of their fiery minds
the foliage of ardent passions burns, doesn’t rustle
with the tune of stimulating melody in their hearts,
for they are wooden people.
With magical spell I will turn them
into verdant trees, they will bloom.
_____________________
March 13, 2022
Contest : Magical Spell
Sponsored by : Robert James Liguori
SECOND THOUGHTS
comprehensive
yet
idiosyncratic
souvenirs
with unfailingly
interesting
but insular
an artefact
so
intricate
& exquisite
perfect&
precise
a miniaturism
palm-sized
auspicious
an
appropriation
with
appreciation of
reality
almost
revelatory
that breathes
& transforms
novelty
into
a reality
so
comprehensive &
often
charmingly
decorative
THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived
In the secluded seashore of an isolated island,
I build the castle of desire with sands of dream,
protect the fragile precincts with fervent care
from the beleaguering waves breaking on them.
The surge of strife washes away the forlorn abode,
grief gets hidden in my insular heart lonesome.
In despondency I make my life a desolate desert,
the charm of oasis desiccates in discontent dunes,
blazed by the flare of the scorched mind
the foliage of ardent passion burns, doesn’t rustle
with the tune of impassive melody of my heart,
for I am denounced as a derelict wooden person.
That’s when I’m gripped by metamorphosis trance,
that transmutes me into a mighty mountain,
rooted in life, yet free to hold the stilled essence high.
The daunting mountain makes me formidable
in the undulating rough landscape of life,
but I find the aspiring people climb me as ordained.
When the solemn summit alluringly calls,
they follow the undefined tough trail on me
through the surging storm of tribulation.
I carve for them the course to climb with devotion
along the designed pathway God has made in me.
On His benevolent unstinted graciousness
I let them repose their resolute and devout trust.
Firm faith will show the right path to the summit,
in dark nights for them the dreary squall I endure.