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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
If only you knew
Of how painful is the throb
That grips my heart
When I think of how cold you are
Towards me, Love!
If only you knew,
Of how powerful are the waves
That strike my coast
Submerging me in their surge
Drowning my tears in them
Killing me with their might!
If only you knew,
Of those dreams that I have constantly,
Those dreams related to both of us
Those dreams, given to me by the skies,
Wanting so eagerly to see us being
By each other's side
While we row our given boat
In the murkiness of this world's swamps!
If only you knew,
Of how desperate I feel
When I think that you may not see reason
In between the folds of that mystical side
Of mine which is related to you!
If only you knew,
That I have sworn to the skies
To be made to cease to exist
Should it be that you love me not!
After all, the roots that bind us together
Originate from the source of all existence
If only you knew,
That you came in this world,
For my sake,
But, blinded by Maya's veil,
You have forgotten about everything else!
If only you knew,
That you are a fallen God,
Fallen for my sake,
And that your cause on Earth
Would turn out to be void
If you choose not to cuddle my heart
In between the desirous pulls
Of your lips!
If only you knew
Of how I yearn for an opportunity
To tell you of same,
When you have pushed me into
A blank silence,
A silence which witnesses my tears,
My fears, my floods and the wilting of my flowers!
If only you knew
That you are hurting the Gods
By not abiding to their will!
Pray, if only you knew
That this world is not your home,
Never has it been so and never shall it be
Awaited you are back there,
With me by your side!
If only you knew,
But how would you?
When you refuse to let me open up
To you,
As you most probably see not my pain,
My hurt, my agony, my visions,
And my dreams!
How would you?
When I remain overpowered here,
Countered on all sides
By the frugality of maya and its illusions!
How would you?
When I remain mad
Mad, with my wild imagination
And my mystical visions!
“I wandered lonely as a cloud” - William Wordsworth
I wandered lonely as my grief
Refused denial, never left
Swept over me with no relief
A distant soul alone, bereft.
Meandering, lost in plain sight
A wingless mourner seeking flight.
And yet within a heart still stirred
To waken memories not lost
A still, small voice, just barely heard.
Cold tears the melting of love’s loss
As day turns into darkened fear
Of emptiness and no one there.
Her scent no longer in the air
Her presence fading way too fast
Her touch alive in dreams unfair.
I slumber sadly in our past
Consumed, it seems, with being there
Unable to be free of here.
For love it seems cannot abide
The painful act of moving on
As loving’s feelings still reside
Within the heart from dusk till morn
For in the murkiness between
A glimpse of her may still be seen.
©9/18/2022
I Wandered Lonely as -----Challenge Poetry Contest
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
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
Farewell, au revoir, goodbye, convivial summer.
The day is late now, and the breeze is warmer.
A vacant ocean-side barricaded motel.
Wild geese are soon flying in lines as well.
Vacation homes drop their literate barricades.
This rich sweeping green tone will soon fade.
In this season, buds and fruits are abundant.
Melons and garden load are ardent.
Tanned skin, sailboats, and folded linen suits.
When the world is more positive than disputes,
Pollen irritates the sinuses of sensitive patients.
Now they've fled to the farm, the coast nascent.
Stop their passing endeavor at escape.
The Ferris wheel in LEGOLAND is agape.
The Cape no longer trades in quirkiness.
A glum family descends from the murkiness.
To welcome their offspring back from camp.
Mature year, scarlet maple boughs, raised scamp.
Sunburned shoulders disappear at summer's end.
Goodbye to the peasant's headband.
Goodbye storms and dirty white shoes.
Goodbye summer friends, pants, shorts, and cruse.
Farewell, tennis peculiar desire to be difficult.
Farewell picnics, ice tea, and plane trips, munificent.
Written: August 19, 2022
Like charcoal stain as thick as soot,
the leaves were crumbling underfoot,
and murkiness was manifold.
I stood, enveloped by a fog,
a lonesome figure in the bog,
and shuddered in the gloaming's cold.
As through the woods I'd had to grope,
I'd had no beam of shining hope.
I'd stopped, for I'd become less bold. . .
And now I had grown feverish
with longing, so I made a wish
for light to touch me hundredfold. . .
I must have fallen to the ground,
for I awoke to sun and sound.
Such beauty I was to behold,
for near my face, in ruddy tint,
like something in an artist’s print
was one amazing, perfect marigold!
For Deb Wilson's Maybe I'm Amazed!Poetry Contest
Numbness prevails over me,
Masking me… sending me pangs of suppression
Deadness tears its way inside of me,
Consuming me… devouring me with yanks of oppression
Darkness frowns upon me,
Dragging me down…sending me scraps of sadness
Gloominess molds me inside and out,
Chasing after me…surrendering to my wretchedness
Shadiness lurks above me and it wildly swarms,
Murdering me…scarring me with my unbroken misery
Murkiness blankets over us like troubled storms,
Shaking us up…bribing me with heaps of boundless fury
Edginess overrides me like a wraithlike form,
Misleading me…sneering at my failures and agony
Blurriness absorbs in this uncanny terrain…no sign of storm
Still, I’m withering into sand, grinding into shards of tragedy
Fog creeps about and it is all that I can see
Your words they comfort and set my spirit free
I can’t pierce through the showers
Or unpredictable strong towers
But your love has no restrictions
Larger than all these afflictions.
Secluded for a season
My soul cries out
Lift me up softly from all this doubt
Storms of great refreshing are passing through this land
You promised to carry me in Your mighty hand.
Mist above a lake… the product of past mistakes
Vapors in the haze, my life now one big maze
The murkiness in the silence, I yearn to be relieved
The nothingness overwhelms me like midnight's vile thieves.
Secluded for a season
My soul cries out
Lift me up softly from all this doubt
Storms of great refreshing pass through this land
You promised to carry me in Your mighty hand
You promised to carry me in Your mighty hand.
By: Sabina Nicole
There is a darkness always lurking around.
Concealed, but ready to pounce, swoop
you downwards rapidly and keep you there.
Hold you captive in a hole, in darkness.
There is a darkness called depression,
a mental illness that affects your wellness
for it invades your mind and body, distorts
your thoughts, numbs senses and feelings.
Darkness, you are not welcome anymore
for you cannot seduce me anymore.
Yes, you did so many times in the past
when I was lost, broken, easily swayed.
Those times you targeted and took me
with you, down, down, down in the dark.
You held me hostage, your force kept me
down, no matter how hard I tried to get up.
I was able to escape a few times, but you
kept recapturing me with your black web,
finding myself subdued in dark spell and
looking for a light in the dark to get out.
The last time you captured me was the
murkiness, the longest stay I had and the
hardest struggle I had to get out for I kept
falling back again and again in the murk.
That was a long, long time ago and now
you are restrained to stay away from me.
You have too many faces, one being the
depression I totally confronted, goodbye!