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lets give it a shape
twisted lines of 3-d scribbles
starts and ends nose to tail
maybe
marshmallow squidges syphoned through gossamer ether
missed mist of missing moments
nope how about colour
black and greys that shamble between each other
blushing pinks with lips of rogue rouges
Golden slips that shimmer with simpering sympathies
Blacks of oil slick sins and surrenders
yells of yellows bloated blues
kinda missed again
no shapes no sides
no hues to tag its worth
easier to describe the blessings of the wind
the dribble on the chin
tell the end of the begin
holding tear upon the eyelid
sometime shown others hid
when pain begins to turn
the abyss beauty viewed from within
feverishly cold
intensively simple
intimately confused
the touch that must be felt
braces with a belt
insanity making reality melt
love is what
I'm part of your world of Strangers,
Intensively,our focus are metered,
Over the hilly regions,we keep flopping from discovery,
The discovery is about our self realisations,
"Who are you?"
I won't answer you rightly when I'm demanded of my being,
Maybe because we're humans,time can design a new key,
Come closer to me,
Want to feel your nice shown grin,
Fetch a cup of water from your fresh and standardised reen,
They feel shy to ask from the Queen,
On certain areas,...we'll soon know ourselves,
Black nation for white races...,the music brought help,
Look at me from your bossy counter,
Gracefully,I'm giving you a dose of laughter,
"Sorry...sorry,didn't know you're such hilarious",
She said to that champion,
Sensations gave birth to friedship upon soft iron,
We've got to commune as posterior,
She now know my name,
I have now identified her outside rame,
I'm no more a stranger in her lane.
Since conviction had come to solidify your sight in the midnight rain.
Tulips and lilies never emitted their scent
so fragrantly and exhilarating...
by the lake of the descendent moon,that
I intensively sense the affable mystery of the evening!
Remote breezes,unforeseen and redolent,do
capriciuosly caress the brilliant surface
of the silvery lake,softened by a gentle silence;
only those red-throated dives can disarm it in their pursue!
The huge oaks,boasting their tallness,bow
and glance at the narrow paths,below,
verging on the aromatic grass glistening with fireflies...
where bitter-roots and goldenrods are their constant companions!
Someone is sitting by the peaceful waterfront in obeisance...
staring at the North Star: seemingly so reachable,but far;
as he,pleasantly and devotedly,strikes the srings of a guitar
with his invigorating and skillful fingers!
And suddenly everything,hidden by graceful shadows,harmonizes
itself with his melody...beautifully played in enduring patience;
unhesitatingly,he joins the incessant nightgales
to praise the persistent tranquillity enhanced by the Creator's presence!
My future looked bleak
I was extremely weak
Riddled with cancer, my spirit was giving up
Until a friend came to visit me and told me literally to 'shut up'
Chemotherapy had made me worse
It was not a medicine but a curse
My friend cared for me for days on end
Wrote e-mails to every cancer Specialist she could send
One replied, he was eager to help
I let out a half hearted yelp
He studied my case intensively
There was a cure to be cancer free
It was expensive as to be expected
But he too had once been infected
He understood my pain
Refused to use it to his gain
He paid for my surgery
Even for my recovery
Today, I am a healthy man
Now, I too make it a point to help everybody that I can!
In her bath tub
Was the perfume that rent the air
From petals spread in and around.
Under the beauty of a neon- light bulb
Embroidered with petals was her hair
From the room, played a solemn sound.
And to a wonderland she went
A cripple fantasy who on her had a crush
Eerie and with so much pleasure
Her soul, he had to rent
All her screams subdued with his hush
She was petrified without measure.
She pleaded herself to wake up
Knowing that she had been charmed
Upon a cliff, with him she danced
And both drank from a magical cup
She became intensively alarmed,
She died slowly as her eyes wore a gloomy sight.
Her reality ,in a tub of metals,
Found her dead upon a bed of petals.
Keep silent before Me, O islands and let the people renew their strength
Let them come near; then let them speak; let us come near together
To judgement. Isaiah ch 41 verse 1
March the 13th 1996, I was driving along, thinking of how some people were affected by traumatic events in childhood and how some overcame setbacks to become role models/leaders even, the thought made me 'feel hope' this was after years of denial, that there was a satanic influence in everyday life yet now I was facing.and considering the idea that such events could be of satanic motivation in order to stunt or even deny 'the world' of helpful statesmen/women & role models.'
Very shortly maybe seconds after,this very thought; the radio station I was tuned to announced they were interrupting the schedule to breaking news of a terrible shooting at the
town of Dunblane, in the primary school, as more details emerged I pulled over and although stunned
and dismayed, I was hearing the way this was being viewed in a sanitized way, a matter of fact thing, just a madman.' I punched the dash tears were in my eyes, I felt an evilness I could almost taste, pulling my thoughts together I realised if I believed that which I was thinking on moments before the news flash, I must pray against this act, and as well as praying for all there, I wanted the Lord to bring all the children being
brutalised here, through this, and those who were destined for greatness to reach their potential.' I knew this was why? a relatively 'obscure school' rather than a prestigious one was attacked.. My thought was 'who' was in there that was the specific target.'
I prayed intensively & above all; for that child,
I unsteadily
Drift away on an air balloon
Vibrantly glancing at the crowd below the surface,
Sharing my utter enthrallment
I unbelievably
Cascade into the stomach of the churning ocean
Ceaselessly infusing my bleakness at the crowd above,
I disclose my utter frightfulness
I inescapably
Collapse into the bottomless paradise
Intensively eying the crowd before me,
I conceal my devastation
I face
A confrontation between life and demise
I trace
A pathway that unsteadily drifts back to reality
I glimpse at an air balloon released in the swaying wind
And I hope urgently to drift back into ecstasy,
But it’s above the surface…reaching for the universe
And I hope appallingly for another tranquil lifetime
A surreal vision
dreamlike and bizarre.
I felt as if I were in the throes
of a turbulent blazing blizzard,
a throbbing pulsating migraine
almost static in fermentation.
It gnawed intensively at my innards,
atrocious labor pains.
She put a small wet warm towel
Right on my forehead.
Then relief.
A calming of the spirit,
ethereal, soft, relaxing.
A vision of vastness
dotted by languid lakes,
rippling rivulets,
autumn-colored trees,
eternal waterfalls,
and myriads of emigrating geese.
I slept, feeling you besides me,
warm, homely, and satisfying.
Precisely why I loved you.
22 April 2021
Placed 1
Writing Prompt - Ache - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
13 years to make sense of it, intensively hit, lost jobs lost friendship, what happened to nick? A mystery turned my life to misery no one understanding me as they had the upper hand on me no one behind free fall fall free situations I now see connect dots picture haunts but at least it visually flaunts short straws endured through balls still lost it all confusion yet subconsciously I refused for the reasons now understood as clues in memories mend me mentally I understand the cry what made me rally seems extreme but if you don’t believe me leave I don’t care how I’m received didn’t believe me then don’t believe me now this ain’t for you I’m working it out, realise what cause me fall down say stop dwelling on the past but I did saw memories with lessons to grasp can now answer questions asked back then it all went fast I understand now at last, I learnt I need to believe in myself when all doubt me when I’m down and doubting my opinion the one to set me free, I’ll never care of you don’t listen to me I always act on what I see 13 years I can start now, a new me