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Hope resounds through my soul pockets as I hear Stairway to Heaven
There is more than one road to get there, the paths pliable like a willow
It is okay to reach for all that glitters, but even the songbird understands
Things change in a blink, so there are other ways to get our souls in tune
Rock and roll is one of them for me, it makes me feel light and lively
Ready to put on my wings and fly whatever direction God will take me
There might be signs on the wall, but they may mean different things
To you than to me, and that is okay, for the stairway is not stationary.
It is pliable, bendable, easy to reach in many directions. No absolutes.
The song gives me hope that even a sinner like me can get there,
Even if I take a less glittery, grittier path, so thank you Led Zeppelin.
Behold the Pied Piper has tossed his pipe belatedly in the trash
Having led folks down some garden paths he trousered wads of cash
Dollars, pounds, euros, rolls of wallpaper - the currency didn’t matter
He gathered countless cretins, enchanted by piffle and patter
From sound suburban Ruislip to Henley-on-the-Thames
This piper sprinkled magic dust and never made amends,
His tunes were quite eccentric but they made the voters dance
Cycling round the capital his prospects to advance
Now the pipes have fallen silent (I wish this event came sooner)
Though he tried many instruments, he never bought a tuner
Cast-off from the orchestra, a wayward minstrel now unseated
His lies have all been rumbled, and on radio repeated
Considering his record, he enjoyed a lengthy stint,
While friendly foreign editors found his comments fit-to-print
The piper told his followers, “Pack your bags and let us roll
It might be a path of brambles but we’ll be taking back control.”
At last his pipes are broken, there are pieces in the bin,
We count excuses and denials that with hindsight look so thin,
People run-for-cover as they see their hero beaten
Coping with defeat is not a subject taught at Eton.
Liberty
propelled by love
leads heart to choose
truth and right midst faith’s might
surmounting doubts, vanquishing fears
conquering selfishness of pride’s dominion
toward joy, worth sharing not kept to be cherished alone.
Love-led liberty
devoid of selfishness
while caring for others
drives ransomed soul
to reach-out along mercy and grace
braced through the Lord's hand of goodness
making possible faith-performance, against vain freedom show.
* Galatians 5:1 Stand fast therefore in the liberty wherewith Christ hath made us free, and be not entangled again with the yoke of bondage.
March 18, 2021
Edited on April 15, 2021
2nd place, "The Poet's Hands Are Tied" Poetry Writing Premier Contest
Sponsored by Kai Michael Neumann; judged on 6/27/2021.
When I was young
We wouldn’t even build the July campfire light
Beside Torch Lake until ten at night
Taking a cue from Led Zeppelin and the sun
That, like us, refused to let go of the solstice sky
We’d go until four in the morning
And by then
The other hand of the sun
Was but a note away on the cosmic clock
Over the hill not far away
The knee-high flames contained within our circle of rocks
Surrounded by the outer bow and glow of our faces
This tribe of brothers sisters and spouses
Shouldered and bending in lawn chairs
Just as now
A third ring formed by our offspring
Sometimes we’re allowed in
Sometimes we’re no longer needed by them
Or wanted
It’s ok
The bonds of blood are layered in years
Like the cycles marked inside a tree
Soon
The northern lights will unveil their green shroud
The nose of Capella pressed to that veil
A small herd of deer will come down from the woods
Their eyes red as embers
Stomping their hoofs
And after that
In the early morning
The last of the Monarchs.
It was late September when she refused to confess
No redemption given the fallen Angel for her sins
Silken ebon wings will soar no more to Heaven's realm
Unrepentant, her heart has ever been and remains
Immortality was lost by lusting at her heart's betrayal
for its yearning temptation that led to her disgrace
Sentenced to roam the Earth beneath clouded skies
A defiant expression, swearing she'd never confess
Rebellious as the demon, the original father of lies
Now, she wanders alone in doldrums as if in an abyss
No spark of life around her, only silence everywhere
but not a single tear has she seemed want to shed
Her conscience may never rouse to signal her mistake
after tumbling from the grace and mercy of God
Into Hell's realm she has been tossed for offending
the Creator of all things to whom she'll not confess
On an unrighteous path she now chooses to plod
crossing the threshold of sacredness into the known
There's no escape she can accomplish through death
Crows hover and caw in evil voice but 'tis all in vain
She curses her plight without regret in every breath
This fallen angel, who foolishly made a wicked choice
Shadows shall fill the gloom until she agrees to confess
They cast a pall as if a shroud of pitch is what she wears
Celestial beauty forsaken, her transformation begins
for in reputed shame is where she is forced to reside
To wake from stygian regions, she will have to confess
her wrongdoings with a penitent heart to be forgiven
and pray that upon waves of flowing and ebbing tides
her voice He will hear and allow her to rise once more
Ever left in the cold, she walks without love in the fold
unable to quench her thirst and hunger for relief
She will mourn and grieve without the means to mend
As if Satan's spawn, she's entombed in insurrection
Her whispers are only heard by ghosts in tragic reveries
Feathers fall like Autumn leaves, for she will not confess
This foolish fallen angel, rebelliously lost her immortality
Crossed the sacred threshold, surrendering angelic rights
Shamed in stygian shadows, adamantly refuses to confess
It’s been a long time since they’re rock-and-rolled,
but the music still remains what is was,
a broken levee of thunder and sound
so vital that it defies all time’s laws.
A whole lot of love remains to this day,
from those born after the band rambled on,
greatness perseveres, and still has a say,
after centuries, or just ten years gone.
The wailing voice that’s moving through Kashmir,
the awesome page that we don’t want to turn,
thundering drums that could make the gods fear,
still grasps the mind, and make our spirits burn
with heartbreaking memory of true youth,
when things seemed more dazed, but far less confused.
Calculated.
Yes, I have been very calculated.
I would not let my time passed me by.
Not one minute wasted in my life.
I maximised my days and saving,
Minimised my expenses by all means.
I delivered every things I promised,
Even it was not to my advantage,
I admitted and owned up my mistakes.
Yes, that was me.
BB brought the best out of me,
He gave me time to relive my teenager,
Even it lasted only three months,
How naive we were when together.
I shall treasure it with all my heart.
It was definitely sweet 16 never been kissed.
On the other hand,
What had CJ done to give me pain?
He almost made the worse out of me,
Although he helped me on some aspects,
I was very grateful to him for that.
He made me relived my adulthood,
When all promises and none deliveries.
I longed for sincere and loving dates.
Looking forward to spend time on holidays.
What had happened instead.
Not keen to describe nor worthed to admire.
BB and CJ were two individual gentlemen's,
With extreme different temperaments.
One was considerated, gentle and patient,
The other was immature and impatient.
After all, there were huge different age in them.
This morning, for the first time in a long time
By chance I visited the play ground,
Where B66 and I used to hang around,
I scanned every play equipment,
All was in good order, not one out of its place.
Then suddenly, one new piece caught my eye,
A brand new blue vehicle,
Made of timber and aluminium.
It was quite small, and did not fit me in at all.
I then posted this poem later.
Without CJ help and knew about it.
As I claimed being calculated.
I dealt with both of them,
At the same time and at the same place.
After work, I look for a place to mediate;
and that place is a walking distance:
there we met, and started dreaming,
we were naive kids full of nonsense,
we blushed saying words without meaning...
those sweet whispers made our faces radiate!
On spring afternoons we hold hands and singing
we take the road that leads to the breezy beach:
we own everything, no soul is around watching;
and laughing we ignore the preacher's speech!
Did we know what was love all that time I played
the guitar and you sang a gospel or country song?
All in all, innocence and joy were expressed as God wanted
of us kids growing up in faith and spiritual understanding!
We are taking the road that leads to the breezy beach,
and after many years aren't we glad to relive moments
of the photo album that swift fingers turn to relish
our youth's days fading from pages, not hearts!
The road that leads to the breezy beach
is dull, it hasn't kept the same landscape;
do we see ourselves still young and in shape?
Is life so brief to grab what we can't reach?
When I set the sound mode up on stage core,
Just a banal torch lit up as I swayed on a dance floor;
I jigged, shook and turned round and round,
A light on focus was remote until it was found.
I knew, I only used a single tone of penlight that glow,
But some ravens dropped by with a baneful blow;
I remained on stage shivering with tears in my eyes,
Groping around with a frozen body, I just thought twice.
I reset the sound mode with led disco ball light,
It revolved to emit various colors by laser bright!
I stood again on stage to dance and explore,
Lemon, crimson and lavender were in large down pour.
I continued performing my dance steps in variations,
Along with flashes of lilac, tangerine, coral and watermelon;
Overwhelmed by aquamarine, chartreuse and saffron,
Led disco ball light may’ve diverted to others the ravens’ attention.
April 19, 2021 3.26pm
Changing Colors Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Emile Pinet
Note: When I set the tag of italics other words followed. Sorry.
I have now extended this
When astrologers travelled from afar
they were led from the east by a star.
Through King Herod they sought
the infant King at his court
to pay homage with gifts such as myrrh.
King Herod reacting in fury
having asked scribes and priests was sure he
knew just where he'd be found.
So the Magi profound
under the star found the babe securely.
Bowing before him they offered their gifts,
gold frankincense and myrrh as befits
Jesus the suckling King.
Then homeward returning
far away from King Herod's raging fits.
Herod discovering that he'd been deceived
ordered the slaughter of boys to proceed
in Bethlehem town
and the region around,
leaving their parents so deeply bereaved.
But Joseph with Mary to Egypt flew
to keep Jesus safe until they knew
king Herod was dead.
Relieved of their dread
they returned, making prophecies come true.
Matthew 2