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It was no ordinary cloud,
Seeming wrongly to move
Opposite direction of all the
Other –
No cooperative morning, in general;
Sun seeming less inclined to dawn --
Lighting for him appearing not worth
His bother.
Got to thinking, perhaps nature has a mind
All its own, independent of my outing
Need? – should have replayed her all knowing
Tape on past proven feminine intuitive lead --
Fore-and-aft my nervous glances,
Masculine optimism beginning to fail --
Wind now developing a serious gale
(The main mast tearing a sail)
She surveyed me coldly and pale:
Though in your new Walmart cap, you
Look quite the sailor’ dashing, if you value
Your life, don’t ever again wake me early
To go fishing!
I want to know what's the deal
Telling me how I should feel
My emotions allow me
To be happy and so free
Since I found a man that is
Making my life full of bliss
Sweet and kind he isn't cruel
My dear friend what's wrong with you
Acting weird and really crazed
Don't let our friendship fade away
In my heart I hold you dear
You've been in my life for years
So when I found someone true
That I introduced to you
Thinking you'd smile and be
Sincerely glad for me to see
My heart lighting up again
Different from where I have been
You surprised me when your actions
Caused me much dissatisfaction
Saying he wasn't good enough
Why were you being so tough
I'm trying to figure out why
You were causing me to cry
Please let me know what's on your mind
Maybe there's a way to find
A solution without letting
Anger and distress start getting
In the way of two best friends
Working it out in the end
You start to tremble and shake
As you gently softly take
Me in a caring embrace
A different look upon your face
One that is so new to me
Looking in your eyes I see
Why no man you'd approve of
You've been hiding all your love
Inside a heart you couldn't show
How your love for me would grow
Now you leave my heart in two
Pieces. one for each of you
Your love for me in one spot
His love's in the other part
The flame of life, a burning ember bright,
Passed down through ages, bathed in starlight.
Each generation, a link in the chain,
A story continues, whispered by rain.
Reproduction dance, a vital ballet,
Ensures the future finds its destined way.
New cells divide, a wondrous design,
A blueprint for life, a future to define.
Two halves combine, a genetic blend,
A unique creation, a story that transcends.
Eyes that may sparkle, a laugh that may ring,
A legacy carried, on hope's gentle wing.
Diversity blooms, a vibrant array,
Of features and talents, lighting the way.
New minds to explore, new skills to ignite,
The fabric of humanity, shines ever so bright.
Though challenges loom, and darkness descends,
The cycle continues, where hope never ends.
For in each new life, a promise is shown,
A chapter unwritten, in stories unknown.
So cherish this process, this gift from the past,
A future entrusted, forever to last.
For in reproduction, humanity thrives,
A universe teeming, where life truly survives.
Contest : J With Four Options
Sponsor : Constance La France
Date : August 9, 2025
The unseen glow of omnipresent divine light
floods my possessed essence, but I don’t perceive,
for I invent free-will tenets shaping ego
in the realm of fantasized self-deception.
The stain of murky disdain blemishes my face,
I traverse the slimy ground of cardinal mud.
Life is stifled by corrupt clutch hidden within,
in penitence I feel the spiteful pangs of pain.
I travel unshackled out of despair abyss
on the journey within through consciousness layers,
perceive in the soul the flush of divine beacon,
lighting the corridor to the abode of bliss.
The ill-conceived venture of the errant mind
finds gloomy dead-end in the introspection path.
That’s when the door of the inner sanctum opens,
where the lotus blooms suffused with heavenly sheen.
The soul shines with astral radiance in deep space
with the flaring brilliance of a billion suns.
In my self-searching voyage to eternity
the inner galaxy makes me a living light.
Loss comes from
Letting go of that thing
You’ve held onto for far too long
Clinging to the edges of garments
The rims of plates and cups
The borders of hand-me-down
Boots, blankets, quilts
Powerful pieces of yesterday
Reaching into tomorrow
With a strength that feels
Like fierce truth layered with
Warm rays of light and laughter
Love that lives in a reminiscence
Loss comes from
Clinging too tightly to that thing
You should have let go of long ago
Before the rust and dust and lust
Allowed it’s surface to become stained
With tears, fears and years of pain
Sorrows flow through the crimson veins
Of details and stories that whisper
Hues of clarity, painted vibrantly
With brilliant dreams and rays of peace
Breathing through the sunrise
Lighting the dewdrops that begin to let go
Of the leaves and petals they’ve been
Gripping so desperate to remain
On the surface of that lively stem
Loss comes from
The longing of a heart to keep beating
In rhythm with the one who it’s pleading
To share its life with, forever, always
Alive to the dance that breaks out
In waves of sapphire and emerald
Splashing up on beaches with passion
Enthusiastic and dreaming of the day
When there will never be another
Going away, leaving, loss
Of the feeling that is
A gift of intimacy, sensitive
A thrilling wonder, a silent sensation
Making love to the past
With an embrace from the here and now
Simple blessings fall across my soul
Whispering, breathing, laughing, praying
Lighting hearts is real love so smart
Assuring me that I will be whole
Once I’ve placed my faith in my Father
Entrusting my spirit is the goal
Leaving my past in dreadful darkness
Knowing my grief He has surely stole
Thanking Him for sins He is paying
Is real love so smart lighting hearts
Blessing me so as He does console
A new Abracadabra poem Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Emile Pinet
April 23, 2021
Abracadabra Rhyme
Created by William Kekaula. The syllable count is your choice but must be the same for all eleven lines. abRacadabRa is the rhyme scheme, and the lines with the R's are reversed lines. All lines must be rhyming with the exception of lines 'c', and, 'd'..
Loneliness of Gray
by Odin Roark
Could It Be…
The mirror by which we see ourselves
This captive freedom of art in all of us
This necessity to communicate
Desire to become
Is but destiny’s
Loneliness of Gray
For if
As in physics
The typical complementary colors
Blue and yellow
Red and green
Passion's mainstay
When mixed
Yield gray
Then why
When one’s being
Claims gray
Must disappointment ensue
When there is such empirical truth at hand
When there is no opposite for gray
As it is its own opposite
It’s own quintessential purity
Of emotion’s blend
why
Yes
Some would say
The artist’s mind lives unique perceptions
Available to all
Yet determined by most
As out of reach
Few
Accept this fourth dimension
Others reject
Where hands and feet
Colors and viewpoint
Change about
Inviting the dual organs
Nostrils
Ears
Eyes
To express like colors
Embracing opposites
Allowing vocal cords of multiple mode
To render art’s communication
Imagination’s reverse tongue
Creativity’s spoken proclivity
To forever accept extremities of the mind
As wonderment
As living
Ever notice
How simple the artists’ walk
It appears to be on whatever surface
Imagination might volunteer
Be it floor
Path
Greensward
Or bomb-rutted road
Where surfaces creatively experienced
Reveal a virtually abstract pressure-balancing of gravity
Requiring little of tactile distinctiveness
But merely an accommodation
Today’s levitational force
Accomplishing needed transfers of altitude
Where the climbing of stairs
But a walk up from lower levels of existence
To higher realms of selection
To the Artist
Passage from one scene to another
Needn’t be a factor
Rather trust in gliding
Where shadow and blurred focus
Claim one’s mingled curiosity
Into a chosen whole
Where much of vision
Voids transient objects
Ambiguous appearances like
Furniture
Or details of vegetation
Seeking instead
A diffuse lighting of every scene
Rendering the scheme of reversed colors and texture
Bright red grass
Yellow sky
A conundrum of black and gray cloud-forms
Down to the white tree-trunks
Green brick walls
Embracing
A Lovingly
Angelical grotesquerie
Such reveals one’s essence
One’s creation
One’s smile at chance
Depending on how
The mirror might be hanging
I heard the pious people say, angels live in heaven,
and with the pristine celestial beauty they glow
as the sparkling stars in the far away milky way,
but I know they often descend on earth to be with us.
If you ask me how I’ve come to know, I would say,
I’ve seen the radiance of my mother’s heart glow
as bright as the cosmic shine of the gleaming star,
its luster of love swathed me like stardust-soaked flower.
In times of turmoil when the family was adrift aimless,
she toiled hard to grow our roots in an alien pasture.
To my uprooted uncertain life she gave a gift, a nest,
from where I spread my wings on the sky of future.
I flew high under the cover of her protective wings,
the wild winds couldn’t blow away the soaring aspirations.
In her shadow I live with her lingering love, memory molds,
for it’s her hands that sculpted me as what I am today.
She has left me for her new home a long time ago.
When in the sequined night I see the stellar sky glisten,
lighting the dark path to my final destination, I then know,
she is in stars above, shining in heaven with the angels.
Take carnations
tender child
till the hand
hardens
holding thorns
beneath petals
without crying
chasing kites
butterflies
rainbows colors
dazzling
from
dawn splendor
to the scarlet
gold horizon
dreaming castles
treasure islands
pearls and corals
sparkling
juggling stars
with cherubs
smiling
on moon slice
gliding
through
snow lit
Christmas
galaxies
blue and red
shimmering
till clock hands
on rose stop
thorns of time
piercing
time to pay
love with love
with
or no
applause
melting ego
in us ocean
in God's help
trusting
when too heavy
grown for parents
His strong arm
holding you
spreading
charity
lighting path
with God's love
pace and joy
unending
Gold Trophy Winner: Brian Strand-Your Option-2/2/24
Fourth Place Winer: Brian Strand Premiere 1204-3/30/23
First Place Winner: Brian Strand-All Yours-2/4/21
First Place Winner: Brian Strand-All Yours-11/1/20
Fourth Place: Julie Leigh Rodeheaver-Roses And Carnations-10/11/17
Love is not always reciprocated
Seeming some hearts terminally
constipated –
unable to relieve themselves
and others,
to make lighter many burdens,
the long suffering of less fortunate sisters
and brothers –
yes, love is not only
tender petting,
it is also to help stop daily
fretting – feeling hopeless smothers
love is sinking
wells and tilling fields
giving an extra helping hand
when Nature poorly yields
it is lighting a furnace of warmth
for the aged, by themselves too weak
to battle late hour’s bitter cold
it is seeing gold as not mere glitter
but a wealth that could make life desperate
fuller and fitter
Seek out those children abandoned and forgotten!
Restore a World order that nurtures its vulnerable fold –
Dear God, if love
could only be bought and sold, I would
earn to buy all
give all away free...
My own reserve entirely in Thee