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Dawn gilds the far fringes of Night
as shafts of sunlight pierce your eyes.
And you wake to a world of light,
free from drugs, delusions, and lies.
Your body bears the scars of shame,
self-inflicted to dull your pain.
Yet Sol rises, a ball of flame;
defeating darkness once again.
Tears no longer pool in your soul
as they're trickling down from your eyes.
And although life levied a toll,
hope gets renewed with each sunrise.
You feel like the engine that could,
as anxiety slips away.
And actually feeling good;
feels better and better each day.
Now that reality's real,
you can face tomorrow once more.
And love accounts for how you feel;
for it's what you've been looking for.
A baas boy longing for his family uses the Morning Star as a point of reference and a guide for hope.
A Star/Steer poem
The distant star my guiding light shines down
on fields of labor hard and long.
A thousand miles from where my love is sown
I trace its beam and hum a silent song.
It knows the path my weary feet steer back
to the faces I hold so dear.
Does the same star watch over them tonight?
My wife,my children dreaming in the dark.
I pray it keeps them safe till morning light
and leaves upon their hearts a gentle mark.
I promise I'll journey home once more,
Sit with them on our humble floor.
In opulence you lie and dream
Of nothing but your Harem Queen
Her honeyed eyes and silky thighs
Those sultry moans and sated sighs
You dream of touching rounded breast
Of dipping into lover’s nest
The scent of jasmine on her bed
You feel her kiss anoint your head
The giddy taste of flowered dew
And all the things she does to you
In opulence you lie and dream
And taste again the sweetened cream
You feel once more the curve of waist
The sultry dance of thoughts unchaste
The searing trail left by her kiss
And how her mouth led you to bliss
You hear her panting out your name
When torrid storm, you can not tame
In passion’s throes, she bites her lips
Your vice like grip is on her hips
The time has come for her to know
You are the master of her show
Her tent of love, goes up in flame
You've danced and won Desire's game
Sated senses seduced to sleep
You know your peaceful thoughts she'll keep
In opulence you lie and dream
Of her who is your Harem Queen
When eyes awake to light of dawn
The curtained veil, away is drawn
What blessed sight your eyes will see
Your dreams were but reality…..
Eileen Manassian
I dwell amongst the byways of my past,
My heart unsettled in the present day,
Only in dreams am I correctly cast,
Performing in a happy ending play,
Where all the other players know their part,
And one, in truth, is closest to my heart.
The stage is set within a northern town,
Just one of many on the Great North Road,
The scene is grey and just a bit rundown,
With nature's blessings scantily bestowed.
Yet sweetly blooms a rose, as roses do,
And in my dreams, my love, the rose is you.
A cherry flowering midst the winter gloom,
Unruly clouds a windswept dance perform,
Upon the breeze, a summer-sweet perfume,
A rainbow vibrant in a sudden storm.
Unshared with you, they're seen as through a veil,
All joy is tempered, colours drained to pale.
When blessed sleep enfolds me in its arms
My half-life day is banished out of mind.
Your loving presence once more charms and calms,
As one forever, our two hearts entwined.
With youthful aspiration yet instilled,
Would that my waking hours were as fulfilled.
He looks wistful and bad
His eyes look tearful and sad.
My girlfriend as left me she does not want my love
Oh, come on now mate good heavens above.
There plenty more fish in the sea you know, I said
I have a confession you know and he hung his head.
Well I’m not a priest or a gossip, I said whispering low,
If you want to tell me I’ll keep it secret you know
My girlfriend found out that I had kissed another
She told me I had been seen, and told by her brother.
It’s my girlfriend I love I know that’s a fact,
Can you give me advice how to get her to come back.
Well that is between you and the girlfriend
I only serve drinks, I cannot pretend.
If you say sorry, will she listen to you?
And if you promise her that, you will be true.
It’s been a few weeks she hasn’t listened before
I have been left standing, knocking on her door.
Well maybe now she knows now that you are contrite
Perhaps things now may turn out alright.
He smiled at me as he lifted his drink,
He sipped on it long, he took time to think.
He placed his empty glass back down on the bar.
His smile returned, as he said, I’ll just go to the car.
He returned minutes later with a big bouquet
And handed it to me without a delay.
Confession they say is good for the soul
If you take me back I will feel once more whole.
I looked at his eyes still red from distress
I thought for a moment, did I need to confess.
No, I’m happy to say I had no new boyfriend
This is the one right one right on to the end.
It’s been a year since I joined the soup,
Meanwhile we’ve gone round the sun in a loop,
Sadly some fell off, didn’t quite make it all the way,
I’m clinging on, hoping to find one better day.
But the loop continues, has to persist,
Like our thoughts, it’s what makes us exist,
So off we go on our journey, around once more,
Headlong to tomorrow, unsure what’s in store.
Creating poems of all shapes and every kind,
Unaware what verse will next spring to mind,
Oh boy then it comes, at once all together,
A feeling of achievement moments of pleasure.
Sometimes I wonder are they already written,
Preprogrammed into life, an untapped composition,
Latently buried, in the back of our mind,
Placed there by creation, or maybe design.
So like it or not, as we loop around the soup
One thing I’m sure of, this life is no fluke,
And that’s us in a nutshell, as we spiral through space,
Today seems the same, but earths in a different place.
PODIUM PLACING PROMISE(4) Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand 20 lines
03/01/2020
My fantasies are lost;
Into the wild I could not chase.
Closing my eyes, I desired for your touch.
I felt your fingers running through my hair.
I shivered to your soft lips touching my skin.
I longed for your kisses.
Drawing me closer and closer,
A vision of flaming red sheets in the air -
I followed your scent.
In your black, rolled up, half buttoned shirt and jeans,
You light the burning fire in me.
And into your blue eyes, I fully submit.
You pulled and pushed me; walls against my back.
Sending chills once more, your face touched my cheek;
I heard your silent whispers of want.
You grabbed my hair and our hearts raced.
Without a beat skipped, I drowned.
To your vigorous, passionate kiss; I responded.
To your soft, powerful touch; I melted.
To your breaths, I surrendered.
In parts of Derbyshire and Yorkshire
there are still pit-valleys,
where industry and nature collide,
marry, and have their natural born children.
The earth once gouged, raped and laid desolate,
is landscaped by those who once despoiled.
Time plays its part, plants its seeds,
it up-roots high piled slagheaps,
softens broken mountains of concrete.
I have walked these valleys,
in some I had to stumble over the fractured bones
of abandoned and rusting machinery;
the fire scorched detritus of coal mines.
I have also strolled through resurrected Eden's,
vales recreated out of the unspeakable
into the bright eloquence of beauty.
The hands of men
and the wings of gardening angels
have covered-up all self-made wounds,
have put to bed the deeply trammeled.
The Lord of daisies and daffodils
strolls unmolested once more,
through the worst and the best
that good intentions can do.
This cannot rhyme, I must try change,
my verse I’ll try to rearrange.
Oh hell, I know, I’ve made it rhyme,
my pen’s the culprit every time!
I’ll try once more to write this poem
without a rhyme to keep it flowin’.
I don’t believe I cannot do it,
there really should be nothing to it!
There’s something wrong within my head,
I should take heed of what I said.
I said, “I mustn’t rhyme this time”,
but rhyme’s in every flippin line!
Well I give in, I am not clever,
my poetry will rhyme forever.
I’ll never make a decent poet,
if it’s not rhyme… I just can’t show it!
Ivor G Davies
As I woke up in the night
I felt a whisper plainly light
It won my urgency and might
and left this stricken heart afire.
'Twas then I recalled amongst the ashes
a tragedy of placid acid
my conscience stained in moonlit blood
beyond these thoughts, just slits and gashes
Once more, to still this beating heart
I tried to nod and play my part
But it seemed my role was far ambitious
my guilt led me to emptier dark
In emptiness I started praying
believing He would be forthswaying,
maybe, even turn these drapings
into sympathy delaying
It seems the source of my DUE misery
was of a transformation of my making
the downfall plotted against my taking
the brother a thorn of mayhem
I grinded his bones and shod my feet
until next lifetime I'll retreat
Until next night-time I'll believe
the lies I fed my soul to sleep
I heard the whisper, ever certain
A gentle tap, a jilted stirring
Except I now know the referral
that taunts and spoils my peace, eternal
It felt so real, a blattant lie,
Those swirling colours that painted my mind,
of fictional characters beyond this light,
just dreams illusions and deep rewinds.
And as the night faded away
So to the whispers dared play.
Into the silence, I stared ablaze
Afraid next nighttime's slumber scare.