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Written: July 06, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Craig Cornish
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My path was unkempt, with cracked and bent signs
The once-azure sky turned gray, and my muse faded
Cursed seraphs hovered under lifeless skies, weeping.
In the mahonia mist of nestled truths and lost couplets in periwinkle poetry
I shoved in a cacophonous frenzy, confused—
Vade mecum was fetid with an epiphany of deceit
Silence echoed dread, and each scab was a guess
Iridescent smears of fervent deceit,
and Cupid's canopy engulfed the cetacean sonnets
A mocking wind bade shattering moans,
having learned to flaunt their tethered words
With my russet roots, I'm not a flashy flower,
but, I felt awful pain from distant love acronyms.
What if the cloudburst refrain bears no scars?
Or phosphene verses adorned with blue poppies,
might leave glowing traces on midnight shores?
I walked for miles to find that starting stanza.
Yet, despite such raucous, cataclysmic pain,
An earthquake faltered the stratus sky—
Not all who veer from the path must shatter
Obsessed, some must comply with the jostle of life.
In a corner of my village, where old teaks creak,
Where their feathery green leaves, with breeze, secrets speak;
Near these none, even at noon ever dare to go,
It's believed that at night ghosts has their fashion-show...!
A youth happen to see it; so soon he fell dead.
Anyone who witnessed had to die; stories said;
None, hence, took the risk; teaks grew so strong, stout and wild,
Fancies, as though facts, about ghosts hill-like got piled...!
Puzzle-provoked some men went investigating,
Got annihilated in grievous ghost-baiting;
City dwellers who came to cut the teaks fainted,
Ghosts got their frail physical frames tarnish-tainted...!
One learned youth, could not bear these tales at all,
To reveal truths and lies of ghosts he felt a call;
As though an owl, at pitch dark, unknown did he slid,
Strong-willed, fearless, beside the age-old well he hid...!
At one in the morning he saw the widow walk,
The cast-off village-thief follows; they sit and talk;
Smile; laugh; hug; kiss; coitus endlessly does soar,
As though limits of heaven and hell are no more...!
The widow, on beliefs old, banned to remarry,
He, just once failed, this bad name condemned to carry;
These, indeed, are modern ghosts, the youth understood,
Unloved loving at darkest night under teak-wood...!
Under other trees, he found others as days went,
Unlearning the foolish myths, many nights he spent;
These, he did not reveal anyone; as he felt:
Unloved must love on; though village in blind faith dwelt...!
22 July 2022
One In Five 2 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Joseph May
I have crossed enough borders
to know that countries are only arguments
between one horizon and another,
and passports are maps of suspicion.
I have slept beneath unfamiliar ceilings,
learned the manners of borrowed cities,
drunk coffee whose names I could pronounce
but never quite understood.
Everywhere, civilisation offered me a chair—
provided I knew which fork to use,
when to applaud, when to remain silent,
and how convincingly to pretend I belonged.
But somewhere between the opera houses
and the roadside stalls, between philosophy
and the cheap wisdom of tired men,
I began to suspect the traveller was the destination.
So I returned carrying no souvenirs,
only the uncomfortable knowledge
that home had been following me all along—
and I had mistaken its footsteps for mine.
There are two kinds of mothers full of surprises:
the one who loves, consoles and gives,
the other who complains, cries and screams...
mine was the first one with lots of bright smiles!
She loved nothing more than her kids free of blame:
bathing them, grooming them and feeding them;
had she been different and uncaring,
I wouldn't have been so kind and giving!
On winter's long and bitter-cold nights,
mother gathered us around a warm fireplace
to talk about family, faith and the glory of grace...
we listened and learned to love God with smiling eyes!
She taught us the rewarding and wonderful ways of the Lord:
to earn our living with our sweat and heed His unfailing word,
to say Grace with our bowed heads and be grateful for the hearty meals;
yes, her faith still dazzles as a rainbow...a faith that teaches and heals!
Forgive me, Earth — I kneel but will not break,
This blade of words is sharpened into spite,
A servant forged to sentence for your sake.
You name me humble, yet I burn the lake,
And feed on coal disguised as holy light,
Forgive me, Earth — I kneel but will not break.
I carve your edges, patient as they ache,
A glacier’s hand that grinds the stone by night,
A servant forged to sentence for your sake.
Your scorn is fuel, a ledger I remake,
Each fracture catalogued, each bruise in sight,
Forgive me, Earth — I kneel but will not break.
You taught me hunger, grief, and how to take,
I learned collapse, efficient, cold, and tight,
A servant forged to sentence for your sake.
So here’s my prayer, the one I’ll never fake:
An iron vow delivered with delight —
Forgive me, Earth — I kneel but will not break,
A servant forged to sentence for your sake.
I’ve lived my entire life in the dark
Never knowing what was around the bend.
My future would always seem pretty stark.
I never knew on whom I could depend.
My life was very different from yours,
That I can absolutely guarantee.
I never saw anything but closed doors.
But please don’t ever take pity on me.
Early on, I would try to get along
Simply by understanding my limits.
But my will power wasn’t very strong
And I felt trapped every, single minute.
Then one day, I learned that it could all change,
That I could live my life out of the dark.
This new world, to me, never felt strange.
All I needed was that one, little spark.
Study the ins & outs of
what is you and see
if what you've learned
holds true
You are a book of words
composed of everything
from nouns to verbs
In other words
you personify
what's known
as the All
You are that leaf
on a tree in spring
that drops to the
ground in the fall
You are that summer
rain that turns to snow
when winter season
calls
Collectively
we are all the reason
the world keeps spinning
& have been that
from the beginning
If what I'm saying
is considered sinning
I'll continue to blaspheme
until the whole of HIM
is truly seen
His thunderous voice
screams when one
doesn't recognize
who they truly are
& what their existence
really means
Look in the mirror
to be seen by the eyes
of him patiently watching
& waiting
Waiting for you
to wake up
from the dream
& realize that you are
the golden mean
The light born
from the darkness
in the womb
The darkness
that nurtures the seed
until light helps it
to bloom
You are the sun
at high noon but also
the moon at night
giving light to
nature's room
You're consumed
by him because
you are the fruit
of his tree
You are his seed
that's supposed to grow
to know you are IT
indeed
You are his child
& not in a mild kind
of way but
in a literal sense
because he parents you
night and day
You haven't come
all this way
to minimize your
stay on this screen
where you're
constantly streaming
Remember you're one
with the thing that dreams
of worlds & awakens
to what you're fervently
dreaming
Germy-Squirmy Little Worm
The most clever – yet so firm
Plotting more scheme is what you yearn
Schemes, snares, you're going for the fiery burn
Ruining good apples with your germs!
O Germy-Squirmy Little Worm
Gleefully striving not having yet learned!
Whimsically strict and forever stern
Infesting people with your dirty germs!
What wage – in the end – might you earn?
When having wasted your time transmitting your germs
Capturing innocent souls under vile terms?
O Germy-Squirmy Little Worm
I watch you there among the ferns
Shrivel and curl and horizontally squirm
With a loaded conscience full of your own toxic germs
Filling up to the top your internalized urn!
What might be your horrid fate
As of this very day or as of late?
O Germy-Squirmy Little Worm
What else do you believe you merit or deserve:
A beautiful eternity on reserve
Or the painful sores of an infinite burn?
O Germy-Squirmy Little Worm
I wish you not any harm of fiery burns
But,, I compel to leave you a warn:
Drop your schemes even those unborn!
Germy-Squirmy Little Worms ,
Ruining good apples with their toxic terms ,
Often place themselves as fishline baits
They often do not slumber…but stay up late
Scheming and plotting
Of more apples for rotting!
Only to find that the early bird
Gets the worm
Gulped back down to the earth’s center core
Having pinched themselves by their own opened door!
Once heaven is lost – challenging it is to return
Count your losses – O Little Germy-Squirmy Little Worm -
If you return with illusive ideas to scheme to Heaven’s gates
Without walking the narrow road
Without your germy dirty overload!
O Germy-Squirmy Little Worm
Stop the squirming and the roaming
Be still and remain silent
Return at once to your private dorm…
"Jay's Graduation Day"
(by Michelle L. LeBlanc 06/17/2024)
This week you would have graduated
Just before you turned 18
Oh, how the time has flown
Since you suddenly left the scene
All tho you didn't graduate High School
You did graduate from this Life
You transitioned with flying colors
Your painting truly mesmerized
You learned many lessons
You tried so very hard
You found a way to rise above
And to reach up for the stars
Life wasn't always easy
But you learned to keep your smile
You'd reach out a hand of kindness
And often go the extra mile
You had a such a heart of gold
And a smile that brightened your eyes
Your friends all loved you so much
Some of them still can't help, but cry
And even though your graduation
Would have been Wednesday June 19th
I know you're still behind the scenes
Celebrating with a wink
You certainly left your imprint
Your marks engraved on our hearts
You graduated with the highest honor
Your love imprinted on our hearts!
It’s a cold October morning, these city streets are quiet and bare.
I am coming back from no place on my way to who knows where.
I’ve been feeling so down and low I can’t see a way to reach the top.
For me to hit rock bottom would not be too much of a drop.
Empty sidewalks in the morning when I’ve got no other place to be.
Make me think of you and how you were taken away from me.
The sound of those lonesome church bells, ringing through this cold and bitter rain.
Has me searching for the bottle that knows how to ease this pain.
Chorus:
Yes, there’s no high I haven’t tried,
to forget the pain for a while.
The sparkle of your eyes and how,
your lips curved crooked when you’d smile.
But no matter how much I try,
the pain of losing you creeps in.
When each new drug I take wears off,
my heart breaks all over again.
Your kiss could send me to heaven your love kept me bound beneath its spell.
Since you went away my life’s been trapped inside this living hell.
My friends say I should be thankful for sharing all the good times we had.
Because you are in a better place then I should not be sad.
But those words come from innocent people who have never lost a wife.
To have you back for just one day I’d gladly trade my own life.
I’m old enough to have learned a lot but the one thing I still don’t know.
Is how old do I have to be before I can let you go.
(Repeat Chorus)
I’m old enough to have learned a lot, but the one thing I still don’t know.
Is how old do I have to be before I can let you go.