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poetic spirits
descend, integration high ~
words brew balance heal
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more than desires
souls using love alchemy ~
vulnerable yet safe
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bridging opposites
mind with intuition blend ~
light stirs shadows mend
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powerful heart art
aids ascension it strengthens ~
dissolve fickle fears
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stanzas musical
awake dormant memory ~
ether hugs matter
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sacred offerings
ripple slowly silently ~
seek no shame fame games
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crystalline sonnets
develops confidence sought ~
nought is its asking
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unfolds clarity
wisdom wafts widening fun ~
dance new beginnings
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blue sky verses rain
land on fertile soil sprouting ~
lyrical embrace
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dismantle defences
releasing traces of snare ~
change control to care
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truth unwavering
building new citadels high ~
outrun dark lurkings
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birthing phoenixes
vibrant vibrations present ~
discernment opals
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sweep obsolete ash
poets process with progress ~
heaven on earth sure
The happiest day of my life, hmmmmm, let’s see
Would that be the day I met my true love, or
Would it be the day he returned to me
You see, I am trying to reason this out
Which of the days are more important
Which holds more significance for me
The day we met, made history sweet
The day he returned made my future bright
Let me tell you about the day we met
We were in church, on a blessed Sabbath Day
He was a visitor, I a regular member
I sang like a nightingale, so he said
He was instantly drawn to me
But very shy he was
He tried to meet me, his friend as a front
I, not knowing my worth to him
Thought he was out for to play
So didn’t take him seriously
Even though my heart said I should
I made a fool of what was given by God
Thank God for second chances
I have gotten back what was intended
A chance of a life, with my only true love
The day he found me
Rekindle sweet memories
But this is the start of something new
New beginnings, new resolve, new me
New life, new us, new emotions
The past was the start
Today the restart
I was happy then
Today I am happier
So, I guess when he found me again
Was a very happy day
The happiest day, however, will be
When we stand together, to say
I do
That will be, the happiest day of my life
For Carol Brown’s: The Happiest Day Of My Life
AND ON THAT DAY…
(APROPOS MLK: PART 1)
And on that day we will rise
And raise the hued shades of ignorance
And let the light of truth shine on our souls
And purify our hearts with warm rays of hope.
And on that day we will rise
And see rumors of wars sucked into black holes of peace.
And the phoenix birds shall give birth to cooing doves.
And on that day we shall confront our humanity
And boldly say to it, you must become all we can be;
And seek forgiveness for the acts that trampled the will of God;
And hope for redemption for the shredded dreams deferred.
And on that day America shall awaken from her slumber
And stretch forth her weary arms yawning a Nicodemus yawn.
And that day shall be the dawning of new beginnings;
And the chameleon shall change its colors no more.
And each hued hope shall be woven into the fabric of common destiny.
And the wheels of time shall roll us over into the New Jerusalem…
And on that day America will sing a new song;
And it shall be: My country’s tears to thee…
And on that day God will say: Well Done!
ON THE LEVEES OF TIME…
(APROPOS WHEN THE LEVEES BROKE)
When the levees broke…when the levees broke…
When the levees broke…
When the levees broke the world awoke
From a submerged reality
Flowing beneath the bridge over trouble waters.
The copious tears of the domed encampment
Could not wipe away the fears
Nor cleanse the minds of lost hopes floating
In the midst of the mockery I see:
This land, this water, this ransacked America!
Shame is a white cloud reflected from the dark
Side of the moon;
Guilt seeks its own level; but the Lord said:
Vengeance is Mine…
Indeed to err is human; to forgive divine…
Mercy on we mere mortals!
When the levees broke…when the levees broke…
When the levees broke…
Stitches that bound the veil and scale of justice
Were ripped at the seam;
And it seemed that the bowels of hell
Loosened their pregnant flow of terror
And unseen evil revealed itself to an intoxicating world
Drunk with deception.
No receding water can was away the pain;
The level of grief remains.
Like a wrinkle in time, minds of survivors flood
With memories of Middle Passage Crossing;
deferred dreams of festering bloated bellies
Of the dreamers; dreamers of a new Diaspora;
Dreamers drifting on the rafts of new leanings
Indeed we shall rise again from the depths
Of hell’s waters;
Sail on the tides of new beginnings; no political anchors
Nor the barges of time
Can hold us in check or prohibit our rising.
At our soaked wake, we shall keep a ripened vigil;
The shadowed veil shall ever be rent.
All shall be naked before the world; truth revealing
Its self like a burning bush;
And we shall come over into a new dwelling: a city
Not made by hands of corruption.
And the Orleans of our beginnings here shall not fade
From these memories:
When the levees broke…when the levees broke…
When the levees broke.
November 2025
Started before last October,
Now I’m stronger, feelin’ bolder.
Left behind the pain, yeah, I got closure,
Heart got lighter, world got closer.
Used to drown, now I’m floatin’ over,
Life got colder, I got sober.
Still got Rover ridin’ with me,
Every step’s a win, I’m livin’ freely.
I was Homer, now I’m wiser,
Used to joke through the fire.
Used to hide, now I’m higher,
Not by smoke — by desire.
What you expect from years of neglect?
Turned the lessons to self-respect.
Ain’t no offense, ain’t no regret,
I’m just proud of how far I’ve trekked.
Across these lands, I understand,
Every scar helped make the man.
If you reach out, come correct,
But keep your peace, keep your plan.
Oh yeah, the world still spins,
People talk, but I still win.
Used to take it all to the chin,
Now I breathe out, let peace in.
Life’s a trek, still a test,
But I give my best, no less.
Every fall, I learn from stress,
Now I rise — no time for rest.
Was depressed, now I see progress,
Even pain can be a promise.
Learned to trust, learned to bless,
Now my mind’s at peace, no mess.
Paid my debts, now I’m set,
Feelin’ love, no need to fret.
Walkin’ forward, no regrets,
Every sunrise feels like a reset.
Simple life, yeah, that’s success.
Still reflect, still connect,
But now it’s love I manifest.
Quit the smoke, now I see clear,
Shadow’s gone — I got no fear.
Faith replaced what pain once steered,
I’m still here, yeah, I persevered.
Pain in my past, now I’m past the pain,
Grateful heart runnin’ through my veins.
Diggin’ deep, I embrace the change,
Turnin’ losses to something I gained.
Dodgin’ wrecks, now I build instead,
Found my peace in the words I said.
Unexplained deaths, but I keep my head,
Prayin’ light for the souls that fled.
Yeah, I’m free, I’m truly blessed,
Still got dreams I haven’t met.
Plain text, but a deeper sense,
Life makes sense — no pretense.
That’s how I live,
Turnin’ pain to the love I give.
It’s all perspective, positive lens,
New beginnings, no bitter ends
"a new theme song"
always in the darkest of moments there remains life
breathing and beating with fallen angels holding on
carrying grace silently with unseen tears and alone
doing what they do best showing their painted face
every emotion tucked away and hidden so far away
forgetting the loss of life and oneself yet still
glowing outwardly in the center of untrained eyes
hoping until the sphere of light magically shines
grasping desperately to worthy wishes and dreams
in this journey traveled words are never spoken
jealously has no meaning for the chosen ones yet
kites are ready to fly within winds and blue skies
lifting inner peace restoring life to amazing souls
meanwhile yesterday remains because of its truth as
new days new beginnings are just around the bend
only if walls could talk would it set angels free
proving what lies ahead is being whispered while
recalling life of yesterday and the dried heart
suddenly a new day echoing a new theme song
tells fallen angels to hold on believe and breathe
SkyWatcher
08-11-23
as he walks with pride
through the fields of ocean tides
youth gathered hearts love
silent spirit seeking lulled salt tinged air
ocean froth waves heave forward snare
rising anticipation swinging forward
from port to port through salted shields
his heart broke the surface as he gasped for breath as he ages
being drawn away from his youth gathered bosom
helplessly turning somersaults inside a tumbling rush surviving challenges
stroking madly yielding for rare hope, truth rhythm of nature, and wisdom
the more you take away from, the bigger new beginnings become
1/1/2016
A Navy sailor of 20 years when I met my husband. Love at first sight if you want to believe , but true for me. Habits were not hard to break from the rough man he was to the gentle soul he is now. Love has a way of changing a person.
Poet's Dozen
A poet's dozen is 12 lines of poetry using the following forms in this order:
One modern Haiku: 3 lines: Syllables 5,7,5
A couplet: 2 lines
Free verse: 2 lines
English Quintain: 5 lines: Rhyming scheme ababb
(April 7, 2025)
To new beginnings,
A moment in time where we have an opening to try and start anew
Every soul has dealt with yearning for a chance to redeem themselves
What better way than to start in the Spring,
How angelic it is when we see the leaves bloom and everything starts to look rich again.
I for one am looking for a new journey.
Something that sparks my dimmed fire.
I try my best to not be a victim to my sadness and the worries of my life but,
I ended up going into a pit of darkness that I let myself flow into.
Not having the discipline to keep going and take charge.
Days I spent crying and feeling useless, looking at myself and wondering why…
Why can't I just get up and keep going? Why do I have to sit in my self pity?
As I look at the oak leaves sprout, I find myself admiring the feeling of change;
Wanting to feel the exact same in my life.
How do plants feel when they try to wiggle their leaves out or
when a corn snake starts to feel their skin detach from their body.
As I finally caught the perfect timing to change, I will take that leap.
I will finally pick myself up and run towards the vision I want.
So let's have a toast… To new beginnings!
In the hallowed halls of college,
Where dreams bloomed like wildflowers,
I walked with a pencil in my pocket,
And a book cradled close to my heart.
My friends, oh dear companions,
We laughed under ancient oaks,
Shared secrets in dimly lit libraries,
And danced through midnight exams.
The pencil whispered courage,
Its graphite etching hope on paper,
While the book held worlds within—
A passport to realms beyond reality.
We scribbled notes in margins,
Doodled love stories and equations,
And when life felt too heavy,
We leaned on each other's metaphors.
But as the seasons spun their yarn,
And we crossed the threshold to university,
Some friends faded like ink on old pages,
Their chapters end abruptly.
They chose different paths,
Grew distant, their laughter echoing.
In distant corridors of memory,
Like faded bookmarks left behind.
Yet my faithful pencil remained,
Its lead unyielding, marking time,
And the book—oh, that cherished tome—
Still whispered tales of resilience.
For in solitude, I found solace,
The pencil sketching new beginnings,
The book unraveling narratives,
As I wove my own story, ink by ink.
So here's to the pencil and the book,
My steadfast companions through it all,
Their silent presence a reminder:
True friends need no spoken words.
And though others may change their ways,
I'll forever treasure these faithful allies,
For they've etched their lines upon my soul,
A timeless ode to friendship's enduring grace.
As Winter releases its hold and daylight extends its arms,
The warm Sun lingers as it shows us its charms.
Golden rays touch every blade of weed and grass,
Naked trees are fully clothed and
the sweet scent of flowers mixes with the cool breeze as it passes.
In open fields, butterflies dance while baby foxes and lambs roam free.
The bird’s song echoes among the rustling trees,
And bees happily buzzing from flower to flower,
Nature displays some of her best, giving enjoyment for hours upon hours.
Spring has cast her spell,
Admiration within our hearts grows,
Gratitude swells,
Bright new images in memory now dwell.
Springtime is a celebration of new beginnings, fresh colours and hope.
Nature lovers, smilingly say,
“Spring has Sprung”.
by Zyrool
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