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A candle burns deep, in core of every soul,
A sacred flame, an ethereal halo of intellect,
A guide heavenly, a mystique that educates,
Defying overtures of egotism and pettiness,
A beacon of wisdom beaming rays eternal
On passage to liberty that was always there
Yet, elusive to arrogance and ignorance,
Mired in obscurities and misguided fallacies.
Soul never rests, sailing vast oceans of life,
Whether upon apex or troughs of tides
Vying shores spiritual, buoying endearment,
Inviting apathy and hubris to temple of solace
Delivering words of sermon compassionate,
Teaching of awakening and enlightenment,
Liberating from beliefs narrowly defined
Toward empathy, enriching hearts, and minds,
Transcending to rebirth of happiness divine,
In harmony with salvation, an epic realization,
An epiphany heard through angelic citations
Emanating from influences beyond transitory,
Forever missives of attainment and peace,
Embracing serenity of solitude, clarity of being,
Achieving bliss of cohesion and congruity,
Set free beyond bounds of mundane, ordinary,
Attaining divinity in realm of humanity.
A crushed light ignored the barrens warped,
The portrait stretched its walled character,
Gambler garments malice of shown marked,
Wakes a loose parley of losers barked,
Drawn drank sense, of the disparager,
The darkened questioned, shaped silhouettes,
Of obscurities merit its due,
Glares moves a heap of token assets,
A lengthened armed shallowed some regrets,
Facedown with cards, the table knew,
Pictured paints like an artful dodger,
The enclosed grows taller than itself,
Outranked and owned outspoken codger,
Last-minute cribbed the homey lodger,
Marmalade sweetens right off the shelf,
A day begets a dawning nightfall,
The narrowed light cast a long shadow,
All turned their backs against the stonewall,
Except for the vague, zoned off-the-wall,
The latent unperturbed sort, John Doe.
*Image of Child Sad Suffering provided by Pixabay.
Not Of This Earth
Poetic Form: Narrative
Asymmetric mistrals warp speckled vaporous pallidness toward rhythmless voids. Obviates an evacuating azure as a midday star pivots to a twilight qualm. Numinous absent souls of supine prying pupils, yon ethers sinister obscurities, caught in stained oblique ocular whites. Drunken sanguineous veins to gluttony as impish tinkers sporadic doubts riveting telltale images. Metallic aerials ousted the clouds to unperceived iniquity.
Exhausting times since the alien armada infested Earth in a furrow of carnage. Abominable hordes disembarked, eviscerated whole metropolises. Hideous beings, an abysmal sight, smothered the remote vestiges of our civilized world. Cities ere their decimation had numbers reduced in fleeing desperation. The annihilation of life on Earth engrossed thoughts upon the scraps of humanity left. Ravenous creatures generating utter rampage to and abroad, slighting none to decay. Be they mortals or breathing existences of our lesser kingdom, perished in the bloodletting. Some kept as breeders for the succession of consuming time.
A cohort strung of plain folks, thrust as one in a nameless realm, sought ephemeral refuge in a subterranean hollow expanse. Bestill for the scarcity of fragile credence as the intrepid one, espy a grotesque glistening of crimson blood, secreting from the sheathed hoariness of fangs. Sentient rouses heedful footfalls per monstrosity exposed jawbone, that swapped shrill for snorts, neath laden eyes that had shrewdly scowling luminous orbs. Creepy anvils pierced hairline, afeared incus, sensitively measures close octaves, spurs the labyrinth's nerves. Alas, its vulgar pelt of bulky fur stretch hither and fro, bars clamors reach.
Cavernous chambered partitions mimic as trepidation ebbs nevertheless. Unceasing progress to that bemused destiny, as anonymous atrocities, plague each within their shells, e'er crucifying the last semblance of their true selves. Ardent impulses seeping via their lithe ruby channels, crossing neath the bits of their betraying skins, as they escape the nebulous sepulchral. Beasts at 6 o'clock, tho' what unknown lurks yon pits facade, save a future yet to be titled.
2021 May 12
The breeze of silken dawn blew free,
scintillation of stars so many more to see.
Tide of time by flow in crystal serenity,
low blooming glistening deep alchemy.
Sparkling arches dispensing mirage,
eternal fountain flow of soul to soul courage.
Distinct dark blue sphere overhead,
vivid lights leaping in that grace of spread.
Realm of pleasance observing prime,
dazed vision unaware by the same.
The almightiest sensitive obscurities,
dewy dawn of timeless memories.
Gleaming wealth of open hearts confined,
longing richness in the garden of mind.
In sweet dreams and by soft gentle kiss,
eternal imprint of what we miss.
The light in that great presence and cope,
hands that feel like the glow in infants hope.
Huddled together in this abstemious grey chamber
no windows or means of escape walls closing in
trapped where the un-sanctified transactions are made
Daunting without exit the silent screams go unheard
ashen skin with darting eyes never looking up
forever too frightened of seeing the truth reflected back
In the unholy grail in visions of comrades within this un-sacred act of ransom
the collective voice of the masked chorus urging them on wards
then the integrated tragedy of hidden fears and secrets
A living sacrifice under this bargain where no one wins or gains
without boundaries of mortal limits there exists in this gunmetal airless demise
unfettered woefulness and vainglory vie for victory
The innocent victim's now the pawn's forgotten as pride twists obscurities
severing the umbilical cord drowning breaths of existence
the sterile smell of unfinished lives permeating into the coal and ice
Tiny little footprints always remain's inside the womb's silenced facts
the living water of life breaks no longer flows through the natural cord
leaving a chorus of continuous phantom's chanting in mendacious unity
Opening the door of perdition where the tactical glare of a butchers knife
held under a ghostly specter of a child that might have been treasured
a face imagined but never seen and names never uttered
A tortured remembrance of a pardon held precious beauty once
soon the vapour of shame burns off in an emptiness that still remains
glazes over a ruby rare passion
Where fear & the constant loathing cannot fathom the uncertainties
this future brings forth in the immenseness of what might have been
not touching the soul properly
The unborn yet to speak?
silenced unadorned gone forever jewel's
always held within prayers of the faithful loving grace
a co written piece by Donna Loughman and Liam McDaid
Angels altruism all around
Beyond beautiful blessings
Creating, captivating, charming
Determining dreams decorum
Enlightening energy exclusively
Forever feeling freedom’s flow
Growing grace glows gradually
Happiness healing heavenlies
Imagination instilling inspiration
Jasmine jokingly jovial joyousness
Keeping kindness kindled keenly
Love lighting liquid labors lamp
Miracles mystifying mysteries mind
Newness noticing nice, normal naivety
Observing open obsessions obscurities
Praising peaceful presences phenomena
Quietly quivering, quoting quests
Remembering rich, radiant rainwaters
Still, small songbirds soothing serenity
Truths told to testify tremendous types
Understanding united under ultimatums
Vulnerabilities vibrating vehemently
Warm welcomes warranting wishes
Xantheins xeroxed xanthenes xenias
Yesterday’s years, yearnings yielded
Zippiest, zaniest zones zigzagging zealots
Attitude of Gratitude Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Francine Roberts
August 26, 2020
The receptive force and reflecting availability,
regardless of how one try to conceal it altogether.
Visible forms that nature holds in eloquence,
applicable circumstance and its reference.
Perception and darker musing values testament,
when the darker hour speaks of decadent.
Oh great tomb of mysterious realm by choice,
chamber of the unmistakable voice.
The art of being awaken to the flow of eternal present,
surrender to the experience of unconditional essence.
Luminous distillation of spiritual dew,
abundant fertility becomes the magical view.
Ever expanding breath of celestial space,
reaching the garden of serene palpable place.
Giving up the persona by letting go of the mask,
recognizing without senses by stilling all mental task.
Soothing the love existence soul as secret pleasure,
making all obscurities the threshold of simple measure.
The spectroscope reveals the colors by element in purity,
recognizes integrated particles in clarity.
The maternity at the firmament in change of gaining,
solution of heart in purest form claiming.
With the freshness in clear force and determination,
new sacred space and end of fears by affirmation.
In this living dream all rational reasons must deem,
every tear provides a little rainbow spectrum,
that sustains the ultimate dream.
Multidimensional spheres of worlds in existence,
intangible place in touch without resistance.
Unknowable known of all knowledge,
incomprehensible adorable relic.
Spectrum of visibility in fractions displayed,
Fragile, surely, purely imaginative portrayed.
Spirits of protection and ghost of dooms,
playing light and shadow in many rooms.
Sculptured and embossed through many stories,
living myth to the imminent picture of worries.
Silver vapor in frosted twilight morning,
the least of natures whole still keeps the mind adoring.
Tested motions, voice of heart and tears at hand,
as we observe and really little understand.
The moon wanes out all its precious waters by gracious will,
until the empty dark of month turns to its fill.
If love is the living water unfathomable and sweet high,
it will touch the impossibility to amplify.
The stories in many worlds show the resilient spirit,
against all odds and obscurities, is divine empiric.
[ Form - Rap ]
( "Love's Survival" is a paucity. The proper dress is ice-skates and blind-folds. - © 1998 - R.W. )
what to do about Plato of late
the Greeks convinced
and about Pluto
lost planet status
he-haw atmospherics since
lost again when earth's bit brawl is done
say fie to sun and moon
who glaze your suspect skin
born of light
some bummed else
styles back up to air tumbles
traffic stumbles
write poetry
the kind
obscure agrees
always something sticks
as world goes why
unmasked
erasing blue
long after head-lamps cool
corners tangled fools
who think they may get rich
reform in morning phenomes
songs of lovely aches
all for your sake
maybe me too
The sorry state of stars
they dont know where they are
the mice of earth
haggle sparkle verse
the awful beauty breaks
to spell your name
music intimates
the crippled rain
or just wear a funny hat
identity looms
found exactly where
you thought she'd gather
how she longs
each winged gesture
plain or complete
to be anywhere
anyone else
assay
any New York street
a poem
or Heaven's Gate
of ladder games
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Notes:
1. Symbolic Poetry: A regurgitated commons.
2. Intentional obscurities wont thrill nirvana and bus fares remain alleged.
( cutting-edge technique for placing tongue in cheek ).
( a tooth-full... wouldn't you say? )
The water gushes through rocks
Sounding like whispers of fondness
Or shouts of frantic screeches
But you never get to actually witness
the need or the prospect of
Either advances, oh bless!
An eternal struggle
Of maintaining the balance
Between knowing and not
And learning the dance
Between awareness
And Ignorance,
That is how we live
And oh, how we prance!
The clueless suspense
With every wait and delay,
And the boiling rage
For an injustice we pay,
What with the pleasure
On the sight of a loved soul
And the pain that pierces
With a separation, even eternal,
Can create the space we occupy –
The not-so-very-sweet middle!
Exists in an unsaid word
The space of mystery,
Around the period of pause
The place of uncertainty,
Within the confines of restraints
The state of impossibility,
Circling the unknowns
The bay of possibility,
And yet, to all pictures so wonderous
Oh how with confidence, we pose for posterity!
Is it the earth
And its non-stop motion
Or the air
With its ever present notion
Or, is it the infinite universe
Boasting its obscurities
That has lured us to persist
Amidst the parallel realities --
In the blissful ignorance,
We ignore at every instance?!
Yet, Ironically,
Between two polarities
there is life -
despite crammed amidst emptiness,
Riddled and confounded
By its messy and fantastic entices!
And, oh how very hard we try
To attain, or are we little more wise?
Does that question,
Fortunately, or unfortunately,
Or ever so slightly
Lie in the gap so innately -
And maybe,
Just maybe,
We might never know –
Simply never,
Not with any shake or quiver!