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he thought that he had reached another rock bottom
paused meditated and prayed on events out of his control
there was still a gaping hole waiting to swallow him though
but he held on to the edges to avoid the void and oblivion
his heart ached but with rational thinking fairly intact
he reached out for the soul in honest spiritual connection
surrendered completely and asked for justice and fairness
for peace serenity courage and the wisdom of the Vital Force
with that he could image a future of freedom and growth
at least some glimpse of such a miracle to happen
all he had to do was not stand in his own way
to allow for a rain bow to come when the tempest has passed
he felt no anger nor resentments within his own disappointment
humbly requested for his character defects to be dissolved
and promised to put into action in all his struggling affairs
faith without work is dead and he wanted to live and stop digging
Born into this earth one day quite unaware,
We grow with time and eventually age.
Pass through stages many and varied,
And in activities manifold, we busily engage.
We do not know what tomorrow unveils,
Or where the road we tread may lead.
But within us is a realm that will never change.
It is something that to vagaries, never shall yield.
Beneath all fluctuations, it stays static.
It is the light of consciousness that in us shines,
That has been slowly built in us through our breeding.
Through values garnered and what God in us aligns.
This screen of awareness is something so palpable,
But can never be seen yet stays securely intact.
It is the consciousness that God has planted in us.
Defeating all deceptions, it helps us choose the right act.
When we experience pain and heaviness of heart
On the screen of awareness may appear a shining star
It will sure pilot us through the dank and dark corridors of life.
Help us stay firm in fluidity, showing who we truly are.
Beliefs and concepts may evolve and change with time,
But as long as we are insulated within the protective screen
Of awareness, it will distinguish the genuine from the sham,
And our life will glitter in all radiance and heavenly sheen!
May.18.2023
~ Placed Fifth~
The Screen of Awareness Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Unseeking Seeker
When I was young, we learned the drill
On how to cough; I do it still
Until my brain gives me a nudge,
Reminding me that others judge.
For I was taught to cough in hand
So that’s where all the germs would land
Instead of floating in the air
To be breathed in by others there.
We never thought about the fact
That all those germs would stay intact
Contaminating all we touch
Like doorknobs, subway poles and such.
And back when we lived pre-Purell,
Bacteria we would expel
Would coat our palms, a big mistake
If someone gave his hand to shake.
Today, to keep us off the hook
Our coughs should go into the crook
That’s formed by having elbows bent;
The spread of germs this might prevent.
Just one thing isn’t really clear.
If to this tactic, folks adhere
Then why are colds still being caught?
So many sleeves be-germed for naught!
Stepping heavy as the burden of my heart breaks
Heartfelt, never made an effort that was half-hearted
enough to be coming at your heart in half-steps
Check my prints, my footsteps never matched them
The path I tread in , my only companion be my melodies
Like the walls of Jericho fell, fall and there falls the Pharoah
Threats of Violence don't scare me
Thye just make me very hard to deal with
Especially when the means you using be excessive
Like you obsessed with my arrest's
Interested Like all my Faith is
Dead without the works
God's the rod to my back still
Man my back hurts
the battles I lost them
look at the cost here
I'm seed that is fallow, the ground is Hallowed
Pride swallowed, I still feel and taste that sorrow
It's unlikely, it's not even like me
to be talking to mice like they're men and mighty
so i switch it up and doulble dip them
Top them like i'm talking to models
My Motto "Aqua, Contra, Quatra"
I never quench the Spirit
My Spirit serious enough to quench a series
Precise, precisely, ETA> exact time arrival
Man I'm past due i ain't even arrived yet
I couldn't defeat 'em, but I survived them
And I will>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
Be the one Pitching the Team here
and if They wanna be the devil
Well I be the Devil
Serving Curve balls and Strikes down the middle
Big Brother don't feel my anger
Just feel the Power
Come on man don' you wanna share it
Cuz you be Preaching to me about being stingy
look I'm the Potter, your the vessal, you want some Honor
i don't ask for nothing, nathan
I just take you and feed you like i did the pheines then
You never know I just might be that tree man
Whispering up in a breeze in
And there boy
Up in the air with The Airforce
Like the 3rd World War
Destruction>--- Of -C-our-se
Death For-- S-ure
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Written: August 15, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann
Quote: "Try not to resist the changes that come your way. Instead, let life live through you. And do not worry that your life is turning upside down. How do you know that the side you are used to is better than the one to come?" By Rumi
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Once, I danced a duet of defiance,
a crisp sigh in the stillness of the cosmos—
until the sickle sang,
and the scythe, a leering doppelgänger,
shattered my days from the rosy veil of illusion.
A pavonine sky gasped through heavy clouds.
Each drop of light is a solitary hymn of the soul,
The pestilence, unseen by vermin, persists.
But with a smile too zoetic to be merciful.
Alchemy abandoned me.
not the quest for transmuted gold,
but the unraveling of verity—
in the ravenous search for reason,
that cast me into the woods of skepticism,
where even the stars seemed to stutter.
I swirled in a river of oblivion.
washed my eyes in the katabatic abyss,
abjured the glamor of who I once was,
and grasped the clamor of who I’d become—
a wild soul of weary hopes,
jerked by the jussive hands of power.
The world turned polyphonic—
each voice is a tapestry of longing and disdain,
each echo is a lamentation of pain,
I found myself intrigued by my rival shadow.
a weary iconoclast with an ischemic soul.
Yet amid the swirling tempest,
A glimmer of veridical light coruscated—
not to supplant the ache,
but to celebrate it,
to twist it into a desideratum purpose.
I learned to stammer abyssal words,
to embrace the loneliness of silence,
to whirl with my wounds
and gaze through my eyes.
where bees buzzed with chaotic harmony.
The sky is now stained by nighttime decay.
I do not falter in my voice.
I do not renounce.
In my wreckage, I stand resilient—
marvelous in my courage.
The sunset is no longer my downfall.
it casts a shadow across my soul—
a flame that bends and sways,
a celestial scar.
A life altered, yet intact in its last breath,
yet with a willingness to embrace life.
There is a vast canopy encircling the entire earth and capped in skies of blue. Under that canopy, sometimes storms come up and raze in the form of
tornadoes, rain storms, or great bursts of hail, thurdering, and lightenning. When these things occure, the canopy may be hidden by the storms which blind our veiw of things immovable and encased by storms behind a cover of darkness as black as midnight at noon-day. The storms will invariablly move on to other places to wreck and ruin, but the canopy, undesturbed and unfeathered by any and all storms, ever remains intact and still. We were never promised a life without quakes and shakes, nor seasons of uninterrupted bliss, but we have been encouraged to be more like 'The Christ'. That's why when I grow up, I want to be like the peaceful ever-present and unmovable blue canopy.
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Like a daydream of red and black,
I see two faces in your smile.
Ineptitude reigns in this arena for the faint-hearted.
We traverse this tiny land-
Going from one trap on to the next.
As if waking from some nightmare,
I see my life shredded like flesh beneath scalpel.
Picking up pieces that cannot be put back,
we bend to pick them just the same.
Like soldiers marching on to some great battle,
word has not yet reached, the war’s been lost.
Take with you a piece of cloth torn,
as if remembrance would keep your life intact.
But dreams forsaken are just that;
And that is nothing to be retrieved.
Broken spirits and hair in your eyes,
those curls always tell the same story.
A lullaby for the babes held swathed,
and danced to and fro.
In red and black we drape our walls;
Dare not let the moon light shine in.
Beams that char your flesh
and burn your swollen eyes.
Encouraging decomposition
as stagnation has since set in.
How many faces do you see in my eyes,
how many fates are entertained?
We dream in sacred rooms,
we expire only in public forums.
Tears I lent to you are left to spoil,
when not fresh there is no impact.
Just like the black conceals our blood.
Fever dreams are our lives,
our lives are but fever dreams.
I stare at our phones lying side by side,
A picture of you and me,
Smiling back with glee, and I must agree,
Happier times when our hearts were still intact,
Before the mirror got its first crack.
Going back almost forty years,
Time waits for no one, or so it appears.
Husband and wife at last,
I found the man of my dreams, I broadcast
Side by side, holding hands,
Braving life’s commands.
With Christina, we bridged a life,
Raising a family in spite of the strife,
Never fearing life’s uncertain guarantee.
Working hard every day, consciously,
The rainbow, the pot of gold,
It’s there within your reach to have and to hold.
Standing tall as we brave the storms,
Please write on the dotted line as we sign the form.
A promise of earthly bliss,
Sealed with a kiss.
Day by day, holding tight with all our might,
No matter the fight, we held on tight.
Like two pillars holding up our dreams,
Always working as a team.
Never fearing the end could be near,
For the youngest one, it hit us like a deer.
The crack grew wider; we now speak in whispers.
The pain is harder to share,
Sitting there between us, I do declare.
On the wall is your picture,
As we talk about a tree or bench and adding a scripture.
Going to bed with heavy hearts,
We must carve a new start—
One by honouring your memory,
Two has been our strength all along—it’s no mystery.
We are the two pillars still holding on,
As a team, we will face a new dawn.
We might sway in the breeze as we are older,
But we will stand shoulder to shoulder.
Compartmentalization, as a curse is looming large,
As men in toto are fragmented into groups or sects
On grounds of caste, creed, sex or political affiliations
Branding some as powerful or weak or the corn and the chaff
Men or women, black or white, they are one,
And should be treated alike, without any scorn.
While men hold the sceptre of power, women stay marginalized.
Under their chauvinistic hold, they often get suffocated.
East or West, women are greatly stressed.
Concede it or not, they are beguiled n' oppressed.
For women of the East, it has been far tougher for centuries.
In some places, a girl child even struggles to be born.
The mother’s womb can turn her sepulchre.
Once born, no guarantee for survival
Fate like a haunting falcon with claws sharp and eyes intent,
Targets and preys on her.
Like a piece of organic garbage,
Unscrupulous hands may hurl her to the bin,
Or is bundled and cast on railway tracks,
Or discarded on crowded platforms!
If she out lives this, still vultures may circle round,
To feed on her flesh, raw and red.
No oracle or miracle, could ever change her life
None knows what awaits her or what’s her fate
Amid these daunting odds, she grabs life’s better moments
Raise happy kids, keep the family intact
Stick to the wedlock, be it a loop or a lock
Like a balanced acrobat, she does the tight rope walk
For the storms that rage without, to her, is less insidious.
Rarely is she tossed by the unseasonal blizzards.
A society progresses where walls are crushed down
Where all segregations are lifted and unity prevails
And men and women, the rich and the poor
Live and work in tandem, respecting one another!
I came here, without a cover
But they covered me, with a wrapper
Later I started, covering myself
The skin, the eyes, ears and nose.
And then the foods, covered my tastes
Covering all my, senses intact.
While my body, became big,
My mind had also, got its cover.
Even the thoughts, I covered it well
Without showing a free will!
All the things I got is covered,
Beautifully with different colors.
But, one day I’ll shed all my covers
And go to there from where I came!
Honorable Mention in STRAND SELECT 4 ,any form ,any theme Poetry Contest sponsored by Brian Strand