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Perhaps a conspiracy, but the crew only knows, the
Happenings aboard the USS Eldridge, kept hushed
In a ship that sailed from sea port to time portals
Leaves a feeling this test was not ready, but rushed
Amid the Atlantic they were meant to disappear
Despite intentions, not only from sight did they vanish
Ever baffled by a green, eerie glow where the ship was
Last, by naval command all of the records were banished
People say they reappeared in the Norfolk Naval shipyard
Heavily disoriented and fused to the steel hull of the deck
In legend they say these sailors fused were alive
And how did they explain this more than a ship wreck
Each crewman survivor, where are they all now
X-rayed and studied in a black ops facility?
Prying minds still trying to make sense of it all
Ever curious, but maybe beyond my ability
Remaining questions with impossible answers
In theory, could there still be witnesses left
Men or woman who saw a war ship materialize
Each in disbelief of their eyes, their logic bereft
Not knowing if it was paranormal or sanity failing
This gave a new definition, to the term parasailing
G-ood weather in thirteenth September
I-s brightly brought to your birth;
G-reen leaves in the nice meadow
I-ntroduce the new fresh mirth.
O-ne morn in thirteenth September
Z-enith slowly prepares its light;
A-t noon as the sun is straight up,
E-mitted rays are crimson in sight.
T-hirteenth September at dawn, dark shadows are passing by;
A-fter the sad twilight is gone, gray clouds won't be seen in the sky.
B-ad season and stormy day
A-re not going to materialize;
R-ugged clime and rough ocean
C-annot upset your sparkling eyes.
E-arly whisper from the soft wind
L-ets you feel God's loving care;
L-arge amount of warm tenderness
A-dds calmness to the open air.
N-ight cold chill has checked out, after the lonely dusk is over;
O-ne kind moment in your occasion, good weather in thirteenth September.
This someone you loved, died,
It is hard to find the words to describe.
I wrote a poem that might comfort you –Now-
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To the grieving family--------
O’ what a borrower, I am;
What a borrower, we are;
It’s hard to materialize;
These tears that we would cry;
Tho! This soul has passed away;
We were honored true;
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Surely we shall remain;
In comfort with memories;
Of our loved one whose been taken;
Onto, onto to glory, this we’re not mistaken;
Who are we but just partakers?
We are borrowers…
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God grant us to be together;
Alas now and maybe in the forever;
Shed no tears, sadden not be;
In mercies grace and heaven we’ll see;
Back to the dust, alas I’m eternal spirit-soul;
Miss you yes… But I know you’ve gone on with the Lord;
You were not really totally ours…
For you are, (you’re) borrowed from God
You were…
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Keeping up with the Joneses
What I see is what I want
Trapped in a comparison trap
Never ending loop of haunt
If only this then I’ll be happy
Easy to oversimplify
Grass is always greener
Your own situation gets vilified
Pursuing others perceived perfection
Hunting down their fantasy
Find yourself living vicariously
Needing to fit into normality
Consumed with consuming
Look around and realize
Marching toward material things
Doesn’t make blissfulness materialize
Scrolling for an answer
Eyes glued to a screen
Put down your weapon
Start chasing your own dream
Time to flip the script
Accept your reality
Live your version of happiness
Then you’ll be set free
If it's all about love stars would light up through the night and the moon also,sky becomes blue for those in the darkness but willing to fell in love also,so in the books of relationships they would know they have registered.
And the sun would light up in the morning to help those with no mission but willing to make something better for their lives so they can reach to what they want to be,with their thoughts so hungry accompanied with hopes for better future.And them to be loved too.
The rain will rain falling down to the soil to materialize the land so the plants can produce more without having any doubt, knowing that they will become green in colour in which such will be as a sign of health ,rather being dry and poor.
If is all about love !
I just inherited an old creaky and rustic mansion.
It looks as if it’s “from the house of the dead”.
As I step in the house I felt creepy and freaky!
I see my hair rise on my arm feeling immobilized.
All of a sudden it brings a cold chill over my body.
I move through the bedrooms, until I heard an echo shrill.
I start to notice I felt ill; there something feeling as if it’s taken over my body.
A dark deep clouded mist start to over whelming me and take form.
It’s beginning to transform to mirror image of my grandfather.
I need to confirm on what happening! Or can it be real.
My heart bloods pounding, so fast I can hardly breathe.
Why! Is this happening to me spouting to myself?
Ghost is prowling because it has unfinished business?
I realized it's me? He never got to say goodbye to me.
Thinking how can I apologize! I know your here to tell me goodbye.
All of sudden he starts to materialize, and see an arm wave back goodbye.
In a surprise I felt a relief come over me and seeing him with my own eyes.
I knew that he is in a much better place to lie in peace for eternity.
Today, I choose to smile
At the things that don’t make sense
Maybe they will stop me from speculating
Maybe it will distract me from my worrying thoughts
My smile might just make you smile too
Imagine the possibilities
If we can remember to smile at the things
We can’t change
If we take the time and deal with things as they happen
Instead of wasting time on tomorrow’s questions
I sometimes catch myself in a trapped space
Things are not always in our control
Irrespective the stress attached to it -
It will not alter tomorrow
Until tomorrow starts
Today, I choose to smile
At the things that don’t make sense
Who knows about tomorrow?
Maybe the things I am speculating
About might not materialize
Then I would have wasted today’s joy
So today, I choose to smile
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A setting sun inks purple mountain peaks,
painting frescoes on slopes of sullied snow.
And smearing scarlet in blotches and streaks,
its art surpasses Michelangelo.
Shadows scurry to merge with silhouettes,
as acrobatic bats hunt moths in flight.
And when Night gets as quiet as it gets,
ebony extinguishes Dusk's last light.
Crimson and cerise color carmine skies,
as Sol's chariot gilds the edge of Night.
And trillions of stars materialize,
twinkling overhead like jewels of light.
And in the heavens hangs a beaming moon,
light pooling around it, like liquid gold.
For glowing as bright as a gold doubloon,
Luna's face is a wonder to behold.
Sleepless
My mind wanders down an empty hallway
Turning knobs
checking each door
Hoping
Wishing
Wanting
To find Sleep
She is my elusive lover
I was in bliss
When she cradled me in her soft arms
I rested my weary head upon her bosom
Lovely dreams flowed like a peaceful river
Refreshing
Invigorating
I flew among the treetops
Gentle breezes whispered my name
“Come discover the secrets of the universe”
I could see brief glimpses of eternity
Light lived inside of me
Now I am stuck in the dark
Eyes closed yet she will not come
I toss and turn on sheets of broken glass
Cutting
Slicing through
My dreamless silence
There on my nightstand
That clock
Mocking me
That incessant tick tock
Seconds to hours
Thoughts disjointed
Flickers of the past
Future worries
That rarely materialize
I know better
Yet I’m unable to be wise
So I continue to walk
Down this empty hallway
Turning knobs
Checking each door
Knocking
Pounding
Please please
I don't want to be here any more
Slumber
I beg you
Please
Please
Open a door.
Let me tell you a story of Nature
and my early morning walks in the
desert. The fragrance of cactus blossoms
and the starkness of its beauty beckon.
Or, is it the silence, like no other, interrupted
only by the hum of bees and tiny species
who materialize when you draw a handful
of sand to your eyes, viewing them as equals.
This is the playground of coyotes and jackrabbits,
sure to practice social distancing, at least the jacks!
Where desert rats dig shelters far beneath the earth,
safe and cool--and even squirrels abide.
It is shared by rattlesnakes seeking shade under tall
mesquites, causing travelers to choose where their
next step goes. In the near distance are the
mountains, given birth by volcanos in centuries past.
In early evening, the mountains don cloaks of violet
as the glorious sunset turns desert plants ablaze in
reds and golds--nature's gift to us. Turning indigo,
the mountains stand like sentries in the night.
Soon, thunder clouds gather and rain begins its journey
to the thirsty mouths of plants and soil. Animals scurry for
shelter, to appear when midget lakes take form and they can
bathe and frolic. The scent of desert rain is a rare perfume.
The desert isn't meant for those who need forests and lakes,
or city dwellers lost among tall buildings, basking in its noise.
No, they would not survive the loneliness, where one's thoughts
are steadfast companions, and music the songs of coyotes.
Early morning, when enjoying the walk, I sometimes surprise a
fox, or find a nest of hummingbirds, so tiny, mouths open waiting
for breakfast. I see nature in its truest light, unfiltered by the
haze of progress. How lucky I am to call the desert my friend.
NATURE THEME
April 15, 2022
for Form N - Narrative New Poetry Contest
by Constance La France
A Second