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The winding roads weave in and out
Through the thick murkiness of my mind
Molass density permeates this soupy blackout
Opening the door for foggy convoluted whimsy
A marginal lucidity that’s delicate and flimsy
A menacing daze to which I am resigned
On the threshold sitting so precarious
I waver uncontrollably with wits amiss
Of a mind gone off track and delirious
Vile visions born of darkness whirl inside my head
That they might escape is what most I dread
Those shadowy creatures that umbra nights dismiss
Read on air by invitation ~ June 22, 2020 'LATE NIGHT POETS'
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on January 4, 2019 for contest RHYME TIME 7- DEEP AND DARK sponsored by LU LOO - RANKED 1ST
I gather up all of my courage
My gaze drifts to the evening sky
All that space there between
Alien visitation must be a lie
The sun and moon still shine for us
Eventually they burn out and die
Everywhere a sea of murkiness
With little spots of distant light
No comfort in their glowing beacons
They lack warmth beyond their sight
All the wisdom in every book
Can’t make sense out of a starry night
We may someday sprint off this rock
Conquer every planet to the last
Our population my even explode
An empire that will be unsurpassed
The only thing worse than a prison too small
Is a prison that is too vast
Dedicated to the Messiah.....He knows why
As the current year is quickly ticking away
The time has come for me to share,
My resolutions for the coming year:
What all steps I shall take in life to fare.
Every new year is a time to start anew
With thankfulness for what has been
A time to introspect and correct the follies
And come out of every trace of murkiness, mean
As before, I will not skulk or hide in corners dark
But shall venture out into the wider world
Meet people and strengthen my ties
Mixing and mingling with the gregarious crowd
Wish to be a welcome presence wherever I go
Try to give some cheer to all those I meet
Love God with all my heart and sing praises to Him
Through love, all bitterness I hope to defeat
I shall secure a firm ground to stand erect
So that I will not be carried away by the currents
Share my bounty and carry out random acts of kindness
For those who drown in life’s fierce torrents
I shall try to smile and laugh more often
Snatch, seize and savor every little chance
To enjoy, for grains of sand will slip off the hourglass.
With age, lesser are the prospects in life to advance.
Life cannot always be smooth as we wish it to be
Still, I shall carry my burdens as best as I can
Will not recite the litany of my stinging woes
Let go grudges, forgive, and face life with more elan
Resolve to be more positive when life seems hopeless.
With challenges rife, when no longer I can bear the load,
I shall tenaciously hang on and clutch at the fraying rope.
Proceed ahead hoping to see a light at the end of the road
Nov.30.2022
~ Placed Second~
Resolutions for 2022 Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Anoucheka Gangabissoon
Their murkiness has begun, an agony may follow,
Yet, you can see their faint smiles with their eyes losing their glow;
There’s a cap on their head concealing their sparse hair,
Still, they don’t want to judge that life is so cruel and unfair.
They’ve accepted the fact that anytime may happen,
With this horrible disease which is also inherited from relatives and parent;
With all their gumption and fortitude, they wear prayers and faith in heart,
Strength in spirit to face the battle and trust God without a doubt.
They bravely underwent several treatments on pains without complain,
Knowing that some get streak of bad luck even from their environment;
All they wanted to do when amelioration happens,
Continue the struggle and show good examples to women.
On month of Breast Cancer Awareness, they’re making a shout,
Conducting the reveille for us all to keep abreast for the fight;
They believe that we’re in a brink of prevention which is better than cure,
If we avoid smoking and minimize alcohol to make our body safer for sure.
Having a healthy lifestyle is still the best,
Consumption of many fruits and vegetables and watch our diet,
Positive mental outlook and regular exercise are very important,
For a brighter tomorrow, against breast cancer- together we stand.
October 18, 2013 7.15 pm
Note:
This poem was written with the inspiration again of my cousin (now my 2nd poem dedicated to her ) and one of my colleagues. They’re both survivors of breast cancer. I lovingly dedicate also this poem to all our the breast cancer victims.
First Place
Contest: Pinktober
Judged: 11/6/13
Sponsor: My Greatest Poet/all time Fave, Linda
In the midst of your tranquil vacation,
In a foreign land adorned with dreams,
If by chance you see,
On the edge of a sea, under the starry gaze,
High on a cold and lofty rock,
A woman, sad, gazing into the distance,
Speaking softly to the deep sea,
Her thoughts lost in the shadows.
Know then, in that place of tales,
Where everything seems just right,
She... just listen to my burden,
She has come from lands where hope is rare,
To work hard, to take any chance.
How do I know her silent drama?
Because I come from there, from that pained rock,
From those jagged cliffs that wound the sky,
Where homesickness reveals the truth.
When longing for home becomes too heavy to bear,
And my soul in unceasing pain,
I hide from the world's curious eyes,
With fists full of tears and night,
The wind dries the lingering tears,
I howl... then in silence, I delve,
Gazing long into the boundless abyss,
Oh, how much I could tell you about this endless struggle.
About the life of a caregiver and the daily torment,
But I don't want to be unfair, to stir the diminutive fire.
You've worked a whole year and now you rejoice,
With a smile on your lips and your soul gathered from many murkiness.
Tomorrow, if you see again,
On that rock, wandering the echo,
Just make a gentle hand sign,
And greet me in Romanian on this foreign land of longing.
Admire your joy and peace for a moment,
While I hold my silence like a wing,
In this melancholic dance of our fate,
Where dreams and hardships always gather, from a foreign refuge of longing.
For though our paths diverge and meet again,
We recognize a common end, that is celestial for us,
In the space between longing and belonging,
In the shared pain and silence that gives consistency.
It's chilling outside, and it's shivery.
Wary of the downpour, she remains mostly,
Under the forlorn tree, similar to a statue,
Eyes, the cloud of sunset sparkles too.
I view murkiness from afar off the shimmer of Orion.
Our spirit imperativeness conveys me to the horizon,
Stars brushing and sky sparkle are wonderstruck.
Same as sculpture mold on a wall that you can pluck.
Her attractiveness is obvious to me, in complete calm.
Or when she cries in the middle of a mountain balm.
I'm ready to perceive her beauty in her heart and mind.
Inside the moles on her face, she blemishes as a hind.
Everything she is, or everything she shows.
When the night is ending, it expands and grows.
I understand I'm depicting my woman purposely.
There's a ton of things we don't even see,
In a world with everything we crave, yet disagree.
Need to be cherished, ensured, and in security.
Written: November 28, 2021
Wonderstruck Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori
I woke up changed
but love stayed ~
for my cluttered consciousness
escapes into the cosmos,
where the Flame-June stars
are christened with
healing hieroglyphs
hibernating within
your heartbeat
mimicking the murkiness
of this mind that
noiselessly misses
the metered magic
you composed cautiously
into redolent reality
with acrylic colors
from dawn after hailstorms…
and I drown… O beloved
I swallow my ink...
stained with your scent
in lucid dreams
steeped in seared sienna
wrapped in stimulating silence
as faith meets me fearlessly
beneath the kiss of an angel
that left me lethargic
longing for the levitating light
of a sultry sun that
clothed me selflessly
unspooling the urge
to pirouette through peace
that looks like homely solitude
as hope rests in the
saffron soul of clouds
where your rhymes return…
so trace me amidst the
trail of thoughts I find
myself weaving
with wildflower wishes
into the glistening sky
glazed with
passionate promises
caressing my pensive skin,
while I plead
with the awakening moon
to teach the tuscan
tones of my phoenix sun
to soak my silhouette ~
a saving grace beneath my hair…
but these feelings
are not severe symptoms
of persistent exhaustion
or spiritual emptiness
this is the sound
of my pulse ~
a piercing ache
to feel the lips of
an empathetic empyrean
to breathe siren’s bliss
into the arteries of angst
like waves undressed
unreservedly obsessed
with the thought
of being seen and saved ~
a prayer perfumed
like a dream designed
in citrine gold crystals…
*Inspired by the art "Flaming June" by Frederic Leighton
Who would stare at a sky
without the constellations?
Its immense void would only be
filled by the gruesome darkness;
and the obscured earth would have no luminous
moon to gaze upon those mountains and seas!
Times past I used to stare at my murkiness,
and found the coldest depth unlit by tenderness;
and there all feelings were non-existent...a quasi death!
I tried everything imaginable from idealism to mirth,
to bring some genuine, genial contentment,
but they would not comply with my request!
Quiescent Universe, where have you sent your stars?
Obscurity prevails, all the owls, sparrow hawks and loons
tremble; their quietude has been replaced by fear and droopiness!
Even this poet can't possibly quench his ardent spirit and relentless ego...
by not finding that quintessence for another quid pro quo;
every thing seems hushed and conquered by gloom!
Who would stare at a sky without the constellations,
to become voiceless and quaver?
Why did our Creator think of luminaries
as a source of light that wouldn't conceal
the marvelous planets spinning together,
with their perfect balance and sheen?
An astray ship would lurch on a dark and perilous ocean,
and the assiduous captain would be completely afraid without
the astrological guidance; and from any diverging direction,
an unexpected and invisible vessel could cause collision!
He must assume the attitude of confidence: to steer it
from an eventual disaster by invoking God again!
Unaccustomed to happiness, we sit exiled from the light.
Coiled tight in our shells, never sharing in delight.
But like a beacon of hope showing us the path that is right.
Love has found its way and remains burning like a torch so bright.
Love has arrived like a train pulling its coaches with such might.
Memories of love seem to flicker in the carraiges moving light.
But still doubt lingers, like blinds covering happiness from our sight.
Old memories masking our thoughts, but don't let it be our blight.
Let love envelope us, with a comforting cloak and hold us tight.
There'll be no more scurrying around in the shadows cast by the night.
Time to emerge from the murkiness and past traumas, we must extradite.
Love is all we require and our love will always be non finite.
Written 2019
Inspired by Maya Angelou
Away from the areas of complete ad nauseam
As political cases grasp a zenith of their corium
To utterly saturate the airwaves with information
Each other's obnoxious and feeble description.
I'm fully aware, listening to the unrelenting billow
My musings have been integrated into a rainbow
I lay, awake sketching vilifications of people's dignity
I dream of a gloomy sky shadowing the faltered fury.
As yet, they now sway the bulk of a mulish minority
Putting fervor on the beliefs is harming harmony
Watching the slivers of the sky inhale, I kept awake
It mocks and taunts the deconstruction for its sake.
Tumbling off, staggering forward, void and murkiness
It was benign alighting and utterly scatting aimless
The previous prone events will disturb our spirit
The harshness of the truth is infused to arrant inhibit.
While a million nights of misery had engulfed people
I'm startled by the screams of forefathers over beguile
I'm on high alert; grant heed to the rumble of my valiance
Where did all this anger come from that incited violence?
A significant alteration has been performed.
Concussion healing occurred as a result of a storm
Whatever happens, our promises will be crammed
One irksome outlay may entice us all to the lowland.
Written: January 27, 2022
Pick-A-Title, Vol 28 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh