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While driving on that tedious long road,
he feels forlorn. The road goes on and on.
He hates this job. All hope seems to erode.
The old life he enjoyed is all but gone.
He feels forlorn; the road goes on and on.
At times he meets with traffic jams, a mess!
The old life he enjoyed is all but gone.
He faces thanklessness, fatigue and stress.
At times he meets with traffic jams, a mess!
His life is harder than it’s ever been.
He faces thanklessness, fatigue and stress.
The job he lost he dreams to have again.
His life is harder than it’s ever been.
He hates his job; all hope seems to erode.
The job he lost he dreams to have again
while driving on that tedious long road.
For Paula Swanson's Pantoum Contest
His blessings
Arrive on the edge of the sun
Rising to pour out hope
Across shadows of the world
His blessings
Whisper through the prayers
Always alive and dancing
With inspiration and imagination
His blessings
Silence the darkness and dread
Color the heart in reflections
Of peace, joy and faith
His blessings
Come to life with every prayer
Fading doubts into the past
Penetrating the soul with thanks
His blessings
Baptize the dreams in liquid
Grace, mercy that portrays
All the wonder of His face
His blessings
Include all the love we have
Love we share and love so rare
It is like a work of art
His blessings
Imagine the way to flourish
In the worst storms, the fears
That haunt and taunt us
His blessings
Are like medicine to the spirit
Healing every affliction
With compassion that is sincere
His blessings
Reawaken the lost hope
Inspire the deepest affection
Delight, enchant and accept
His blessings
Are alive inside the soul
Of every heart who knows
Jesus is the answer to every doubt
He is alive and He is aware
Of every need or yearning we have
He answers every question, each prayer
With a kindness that blesses and assures
A kindness that relieves and soothes
A kindness that only He can provide
I’m so thankful He is living inside
Where His blessings always abide!
Blue laugher dancing across her face
saving her from embarrassing grace.
Another night in Jack’s Corner Bar
leaving her torturous thoughts afar.
Dirty dancing a nightly affair
concealing truths in neon glare.
Cheap, gaudy jewels sparkling in glow
disguising secrets no one must know.
Angel caught in inelegant fall
once the virtuous belle of the ball.
A dark heart deceived her naiveté.
She fights to keep the demons at bay.
Another round with a double back
barely takes off the chill of attack.
Blue laughter returns to empty eyes,
cloaking sadness in a veiled disguise.
Loud tunes, cheap liquor, thrills on the floor.
Meaningful conversation a bore.
Her dreams for the future tossed aside.
No husband, children, never a bride.
“Bartender, another. Make it two!”
Easy to forget with mind askew.
Nights full of nothing and nevermore.
Relationships harder than before.
More common these nights she spends alone.
Not the sweet belle as she was once known.
Alone and lonely in her despair.
Options were few when emotions lay bare.
Blue laughter faded and disappeared.
Her heart dead, her reputation smeared.
A future uncertain with lost hope.
She was failure, not ready to cope.
Music thumping through her throbbing head
replaying the hurtful words he’d said.
She deserves better than she will get.
Nothing left in her glass but regret.
So many without work, losing hope.
I have a job, as does my husband.
We thank thee O Lord for our work blessings.
So many have lost family and friends
To this pandemic which seems to be worsening.
We thank thee O Lord that it has not touched our family.
So many have lost hope, feeling discouraged and despondent.
For sheltering in place has increased their depression and loneliness.
We thank thee O Lord that we have each other.
So many do not know how to entertain themselves, and they are bitter.
My husband is a drummer, and a designer. I am a poet, artist and cartoonist.
We thank thee O Lord that we have these wonderful blessings.
So many are sad and lonely, running out of strength and hope.
We issue them our prayers, hoping they will be uplifted and renewed.
Thank Thee O Lord in advance; we know you are there for them.
Written 11-11-2020
Contest: Thanksgivings Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Regina McIntosh
How am I
To live a meaningful life
In a world full of misery
Inhumanity and strife
To dodge all the pitfalls
That lead us all to sin
Knowing good and well
It’s a battle I’ll never win
How am I
To be able to cope
In a society full racism
And a world who’s lost hope
To be reassured of a future
Where mankind still has a place
On this planet we have treated
With devastation and disgrace
How am I
To give my children a chance
To surpass my expectations
Is there even a chance?
Will they be left with a planet
Raped and poisoned beyond all repair
A wasteland of religious hatred
Do we even really care?
How are “WE”
As a species expect to survive
If we all continue with the mind set
That only "MY" race and religion
Deserve to be alive.
Lavender hues embrace my thoughts
Bathed in silence, dipped in love
Like a persuasive caress, urgent for
The breathless passion that entices
Burning away all the grief and despair
Through a million years, tears so dark
Penetrating, piercing, pricking my heart
With a lost word, a lost hope, a lost dream
Endless lessons built on hopelessness
Colored in waves of melancholic dread
My heart has felt the pangs of regret
And it has also felt the music of acceptance
I’ve known what it means to let go of love
Also what it is to let go of the pain and fear
Someday I’ll know what it is to let go of breath
As long as I live, I’ll find ways to give
From the depths of my soul.. joy, peace and hope
Love that keeps giving from the innermost soul
Where I always know that God will keep me feeling
Alive with precious mercy and grace, tears of faith
It’s only when I’m all alone and I feel His love
That I can find myself letting go of the tears
The ones I’ve held back – sometimes for years
Holding back tears isn’t as easy as one might believe
There is such release in letting go and letting God
Wipe away the tears that fall from my eyes
When I finally let go of the pain pouring down
Cheeks who have been dry with a drought from
Being unable to allow my feelings their expression
Holding back tears is the only way to know
If there could have come a day when I’d pray
For the chance to let go and allow the dam to break
Spreading the feelings in falling teardrops
The ones that remind me that this pain will ease
And love will dance once again… in the melody
Of winds who whisper their joy to my spirit
I keep my spoon hidden in a room where I sleep,
I’m a monster in hiding, a wolf among sheep.
The needle she calls me at all hours of the night,
to come do her biding. See It’s her I can’t fight.
She tells me she’s sorry for the pain she inflicts,
her kiss of addiction is what’s keeping me sick.
A fist full of medicine, a heart full of pain, spoon full of fantasy I shove in my veins.
Lost hope of my family, they see I’m a slave,
a soul that’s been traded for a life they can’t save.
A painful reminder these scars on my arms,
The map to my prison that’s done so much harm.
Tied off and tied up, searching for bliss,
a second reminder like the pain of a miss.
Quiet desperation the loss of my dreams,
The fact only a junkie could know what I mean.
In my mind sometimes I go back to my room,
Where I traded my life for what’s in the spoon
In a realm of tranquil illusions, weary spirits find thrones of comfort,
Lives frozen in monotonous dances, dolls forgotten in the windows of dead time,
Middle-aged souls, ghosts of lost hope, nestle into routine,
The leaden embrace of stagnation promises them an eternity of divine peace.
Deep within the soul, fear sneaks in like an underground stream,
The fear that fragile order is a sandcastle, a vain illusion,
They retreat into mental bunkers, hiding their dreams and unspoken fears,
Hoping the walls of silence will keep change at bay, unspoken promises.
But time, a tireless sculptor, spins its chisel on the face of reality,
Each moment leaves a mark, a reminder of the ephemeral,
Stagnation is but an illusion, true life awaits beyond the walls,
Demanding the courage to step into the unknown, to emerge from labyrinths.
Between the walls of silence, souls sing the longing for freedom,
A yearning that pulses like a heart beneath resignation, beneath opacity,
Rays of light pierce through the cracks in the walls, reminding them of the river,
Life flows unceasingly, calling them to embrace their living destiny.
The sun shines bright and brilliant
In the vast Timbavati of the great Savanna
Where a majestic creature stands
With a mane as radiant as sunrays.
It’s Thor, the mighty white lion
His eyes are like golden topaz
That have a piercing yellow glow,
A gleam with a fierce show.
A white lion is a rare and wondrous sight,
This majestic creature roams its realm with might.
His roar echoes through the grass and trees,
His fur sheens like moonlight and is caressed by gentle breeze.
From breeding farm to Timbavati,
The journey was not easy, but a trial!
He Trod through hills and valleys,
And crossed streams in the forest alleys.
Through treacherous terrain, he never lost hope,
A beacon of courage on this epic scope.
Encountering obstacles testing his might,
His determination burned with a celestial light.
The awaited Timbavati, his noble lair,
A divine sanctuary beyond compare.
The land embraced him with open arms,
A homecoming celebration free from harms.
So, perchance you ever happen to spy,
A white lion staring with curious eye,
Bow your head and look upon with respect,
For it’s the king of Savanna you must not neglect.
*A tribute to the movie ‘Mia and the White Lion'.
The Endless Wait
Those voices in the dark waters are calling.
Here they are, for there’s no escape.
Like being inside the depths of no return.
Although waiting for Christmas Day.
That surely will never come!
It’s the end of the line; they're drowning.
While facing Pyramid Head.
They all follow the same fate:
Lost hope, forgotten memories
Only the siren in the deep.
Reaching for someone, to take their hands,
They squeal with a loud cry.
“Let go! Let go!”
Then, a deafening silence.
May we never be them.
In the endless wait.
Their echoes, we’ll meet again.