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we are here
God too then
must be near
joy and pain, oscillate
so let’s go in, within
in void of silence, wait
surrender paves the way
love beckons, we follow
bliss fills us, night and day
head and heart, with love in alignment
essence of presence, attains balance
divine entwined, tranquil contentment
attention softens, our soul glistens
our clear sight, Gods boundless love and light
He speaks as conscience and we listen
love enabled, when ego comes undone
boundaries blur, we be to become
luminescence of the central sun
01-July-2021
A 3-6-9 Poem Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
An eighteen line rhyming verse with the following rhyme scheme: (aba - cdcefe - ghgijiklk,) with a syllable count of 333, 66666, 999999999
Our drive started out like any typical summer trip into Philadelphia. Both buses rolling down the highway loaded with screaming teens, eager to reach their destination in a hurry. Rush-hour traffic was heavy, the white lines hidden beneath watery mirages that lifted only briefly beneath underpasses. The skyscrapers were barely visible through the thick haze of summer's heat. The skyline had the appearance of night and day clashing off in the distance. You could smell the rain approaching.
along city streets
slight breeze carries aroma
food and wet pavement
Once the children were safely inside, the buses continued to 30th street station, the only place the city allows buses to park free. The windows were all still down and the roof hatches open as the skyline grew darker. A light show was off in the distance and approaching quickly. The homeless people were now entering the train station in hopes to stay dry and earn a meal or some quick cash.
almost homeless
young girl wears a sign
on the corner
Inside the train station a young family sits on a bench awaiting the arrival of a family member. The benches line the hallway with vendors tucked in the center isle. We sit across from the young family, facing them as an elderly gentleman approaches them. In his arms he carries a sketchpad and a piece of charcoal. The little boy, probably about 10 years old, has grown tired of sitting by now, and his teenage sitters seem agitated by his silly games, the mother in frustration hands him money for a sketch.
with quick hands
he carefully sketches
to perfection
The oldest sister now amazed asks for her's as well. The man sketches her picture to a beautiful black and white replica. The mother refuses to spend another dime and sends him away without paying. Behind us sits another elderly man. He seems to be carrying on a very intelligent conversation with himself. This amazes the children for their final hour and fills them with much knowledge as they slide in to listen.
an old man speaks
as he looks to his right
just his cane sits
The last train has now entered the station and the crowds of people are disappearing outside. The storm has now passed and the sky left a permanent black with the coming of night. We headed outside to the buses to begun our return trip home.
on the street
two yellow buses
filled with rain
In dusk's silence, I wandered into the forest's recesses
Where ancient secrets slumber, and mystic powers weave
The Uba forest's murmured wonders, a realm of awe
Where powder-kissed mysteries await, and spirits breathe
Fortified by inner strength, I communed with the land's guardian
A being of primal power, with eyes that saw beyond
The veil of reality, where worlds collide and blend
Humans morph into beasts, and creatures take on human form
In this realm of shape-shifting dreams, night and day converge
As beings with terrifying visages stride, their power unbound
I emerged transformed, my essence infused with forest might
Empty plates overflowed, and respect followed in my wake
But power's double-edged sword sliced through my foolish pride
My secret revealed, my life force ebbed away, in cool blood spilled
Now a spirit within the spirit realm, I whisper warnings true
Human power, fleeting and fragile, against God's eternal might forever
What inspires me are the trees that surround me,
how they green in the Spring, how starlings
become leaves in the Winter, and the melodies
of sparrows, bluebirds and robins tug at my heart.
What inspires me is watching my grandkids,
they’re verve, vigor, and nerve make me float;
me and my muse amused by their mischief,
compassion and funny business.
What inspires me is my belief, my hope, my unwavering,
spirit-filled field of vision. I’m inspired by every whisper,
every word, every mystery, truth of the living God; by
the cross that brings me to my knees, and I find no words
to convey my salvation and relationship in Christ, yet
I do my best, dance around, meditate, pray, trust I
will say something weakly profound.
What inspires me is all around - nature, my family,
silly and serious things, aging, moods, night and day.
I could go on. I write. I write. It is right. Don’t stop me now.
I preach, teach, grieve, fall down, get up. You, dear reader
inspire me. Forms and other writers inspire me. I’m inspired.
thee hour of the mind the hour the soul
masters the hearts need for growth
bestowed between the cunny desires
where the muses dance the sun shadows
the moon creating a warm sensual glow
sending out hints of knowledge designed
so perfectly solely for allowing the mind
to soar throughout the universe abruptly
alerting the stars to ignite illuminating
signals relaxing all melancholy findings
beholding masterpieces gathering truth
throughout the galaxy giving birth to a
brilliant orchestra performing between
the finite hours connecting night and day
dawn sings a mental ballad of pleasure
captivating the mind soul and heart together
harmonically cultivating this brilliant symphony
dazzling thoughts within thee untimely hour
Written by Mrs Yolanda Joy Nicholsen
Doreen acted like the brain of Britain
Answering questions on the TV quiz show
She would sit and shout out the answers
Her face would have a smug rosy glow
Her poor husband Harold could do nothing right
She would moan at him all night and day
Belittling him with her intelligent quips
‘Yes you’re right dear ‘was all Harold could say
Doreen decided she had such a high IQ
That she should get it tested
So she applied to join Mensa
So her intelligence could be attested
She told all her neighbours of her plans
They secretly stifled their yawn
For Doreen was always quoting new facts
She bored them from dusk until dawn
Harold drove her to where the test was being held
But five minutes later she suddenly appeared
Her face was like thunder, she screamed and she yelled
Had her results been worse than she’d feared
Sadly Doreen had not even got through the door
To her chagrin she’d gone on the wrong day
For someone so intelligent… she now looked a fool
You stupid cow was all that Harold could say.
Harold drove home and quickly packed his bags
He said he was going to stay with his mother
For he knew if he’d stayed in the house that night
His overbearing wife he’d be tempted to smother!
05~27~17
Dear Becca I’d love to pull up a chair
But I don’t have a moment to spare
I’m exhausted, just look I’m deadbeat
I wish god gave me ten pairs of feet
I slave for you all night and day
For a miserly five dollars of pay
I serve food just as fast as I can
But you really just don’t give a damn!
I slop down bowls of lupin juice soup
Its consistency looks like blue poop
I deposit bowls with a wry smile
Because I know that it tastes really vile!
The customers, oh they can be SO rude
They say hurry up Frank with our food
They’ll order plates of pink slimy frogs
(I have to prise frogs off blue moldy logs)
Pink frogs are a specialty of the house
Served on rice with a head of a mouse
Folks demand jugs of curlique beer
It starts cloudy and then it turns clear
For dessert diners love snail cream pie
It’s served with live snails piled high
The snails crawl all over the table
I retrieve them if customers aren't unable
BUT I’m your husband you treat me like dirt
You stand smiling whilst I do the hard work
So I really don’t have time to sit
In fact stuff your job honey - I QUIT!
Please pull up a chair Contest
sponsored by Jerry Curtis
05~01~17
Night was covered in pitch darkness.
Looked fearful without a ray of brightness.
Through wilderness, moved beasts monstrous.
Nature looked so terrifying and cheerless.
After a night’s sleep the sun woke up.
As a mighty king he climbed up.
The East, like a neon bulb got lighted up.
Bright rays from the golden globe came up.
Soon darkness from the earth moved out.
Men from their homes merrily came out.
Birds from their nests, into the sky, flew out.
Sweet songs from their beaks flowed out.
Clear and cool was the morning air.
Men set out for work with plans clear.
Buzzing with life, the day was back to cheer.
Earth turned once again a lovely sphere!
Be bold and brave and see the world:
See fool and knave as ego swirls.
Be clear of fear that strangles cheer:
See peace right here that sparkles clear.
Be still to know what you must know:
See grace that flows and shines and glows.
Be love's pure light through night and day:
See fear take flight in road and way.
Be sure of hope as faith shows how:
See wonder scope your path right now.
Be pure of heart that soul may shine:
See truth impart wise vision thine.
Be true in play with fun and wit:
See change fund way in spheres that fit.
Be who you are a spirit soul:
See beauty star in nature whole.
Be without guile a man set free:
See how love styles your journey spree.
Be curious then of why and how:
See where and when and here and now.
Be on good terms with all you meet:
See joy spread germs as happy greets.
Be in being soul's becoming:
See truth telling as wonder springs.
Leon Enriquez
09 January 2017
Singapore
Maybe you don't think it's true
These feeling I still have ever so deep for you
Look around what do you see
Someone starring into your eyes
Is she me?
Now do you believe this between us
Was truly meant to be
What more could I say
I think about you night and day
I've tried in every way
To stop the feelings for you from taking over
And so I cry on everyones shoulder
They swell my mind
And flood my eyes
But when it comes to you
Why am I not surprised
I've always known just how charming you can be
And unlike any other you have always had some kind of hold on me
I would imagine though with all of what I've told you
From that hold you long to be free
I however have to know
Am I still starring deep into your eyes
Or does my mind have me hypnotized
Maybe you don't believe what I feel is real
Take a hard long look into you heart and soul
Perhaps then you'll come to see it as I do
These feelings for you
Are very real and oh so true