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For Paula Swanson's "Beseech" contest:
Prose Poetry Verse:
God has given the moon the stars.
He remains a God beyond the stars!!!
A year or two ago, "Ort" was discovered in space and is where stars are formed -
yes, new stars born upon the darkest of skies ever...?
This scientific world; fascinations with what is beyond, as if "Jacobs ladder" did not
teach us all something.
Objects accidently left in space, just nuts or bolts, yet with the velocity upon
crashing upon the earth surface....?
The lovers and the lonely gaze upon these small bits of light in wonder, in comfort
It has been that way;
ponderings of the heart, the soul, and the mind~
There are as many stars in the sky as grains of sands upon the earth.
This is fact?
It is infact how the Hopi, many old scholars and cultures too, made our time, our
calendar... it is within our own peception of how we could at times perceive the
stars, and yes, "time", time, time, "I am afraid I don't have enough....!" (murmurs)
When in fact, we as humans made that!!!?
Our time, I believe is His Glorious, Lord God that provides all things to both the good
and evil, His love, we only know so little. Like a drop of water in a bucket of ALL His
Love, so, if you ponder to the stars tonight, shed a tear, for some will fall instantly,
many a day; Our Lords magnificence.....goes on and on, and His wrath will come.
Blessed starlight... these bits of light, how I do admire your gestures to the
illuminations of the moon so high, and we awake; another breath~ a Sun!!!!
Echoing in my sanity that is on solid rock~?
~
God bless everyone in the world, please keep our families, our loves safe, within
these times, it is difficult. amen
God, thank you for your Son! Praise to you, Oh Father, Most High
Praises!!!
continents apart
unique souls filled with blessings
bless one another
make the globe a better place
encourage love peace joy hope
Turkish
kitalar ayri
Kutsamalarla dolu benzersiz ruhlar
Birbirini korusun
Dünyayi daha iyi bir yer haline getirin
Sevgi baris sevinç umut tesvik
Arabic
alqarrat almubaraka
alqarrat biaistithna'
alnnufus faridat maliyat barakatih
yubarik bedhm albaed
jaeal alealam makanana 'afdal
tashjie alhubb farih salam al'amal
French
Les continents bénis
continents à part
Des âmes uniques remplies de bénédictions
Bénissez-vous les uns les autres
Faire du globe un meilleur endroit
Encourager amour paix joie espoir
Chinese
dàlù fenkai
dútè de línghún chongmanle zhùfú
zhùfú bici
shi dìqiú gèng meihao
gulì ài hépíng kuàilè xiwàng
Italian
continenti a parte
anime unici pieni di benedizioni
benedica l'un l'altro
rendere il mondo un posto migliore
incoraggiare l'amore di gioia di pace di speranza
Spanish
continentes separados
Almas únicas llenas de bendiciones
Bendeciros los unos a los otros
Hacer del mundo un lugar mejor
Alentar amor paz alegría esperanza
Hindi
isake alaava mahaadveepon
anootha aasheervaad se bhara aatmaon
ek doosare ko aasheervaad
duniya ek behatar jagah banaane
protsaahit pyaar shaanti aanand aasha
German
Kontinente auseinander
Einzigartige Seelen mit Segen gefüllt
Segnen einander
Machen den Globus zu einem besseren Ort
Ermutigen Liebe Frieden Freude hoffen
Creole
kontinan apa
nanm inik ki te ranpli avèk benediksyon
beni youn ak lòt
fè glòb la yon pi bon plas
ankouraje renmen espwa lapè kè kontan
Norewign
kontinenter fra hverandre
unike sjeler fylt med velsignelser
velsigne hverandre
gjøre verden til et bedre sted
oppmuntre kjærlighet fred glede håp
The hunger
Horrendous afternoon, breeze chose to be still
Dilapidated hut in the midst of the hill
Frail and fragile sat she at the threshold
Crying baby in lap about an year old
Both wrapped in rags covering their bony frame
Emaciated and starved, whose game to blame?
Small patch of green on which they grew little grain
Fell prey to pests and the failed rain
Her Man had left with a vow to return with food
Three months had elapsed, broken vow for no good
All these days, she with some hope, had waited
With dried tubers and kernels hunger demon satiated
Followed long week leaving empty- stomach, barren- hearth
Devastated she sobbed, Oh! Father, why such a birth?
Famished sans energy whenever she slipped into sleep
Ort and broken bread-crumbs in her dream creep
Rumbled their stomachs like the mighty thunder
Nightmare all day showed this hunger monster......
His cruel voice, she heard him say, hey lady dare not gainsay
You are poverty-struck, helpless, I have shut all your way
He boasted, I am mightier than the prayers and stronger than all power
You better let me feast as I pounce on you both to devour
Imperious demon, I know for sure you won’t spare us, she said
I have failed as a mother to feed my child, I deserve to be dead
Weepy she said, I quit, I feel lost, I feel abandoned, I surrender
And prayed that this world be delivered from the pangs of hunger
Slowly, her child’s cry was embracing deafening silence
Tears kept flowing down, she was feeling fragile and lifeless
All of a sudden, she could see someone walk towards her
Her Man! Timely! words kept! Came like a saviour
Saved his lady and child from the draconian hunger!
©Copyright Anulaxmi Nayak, 2016
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A rare good sou-L
at Mote-L Six
who smel-Led different.
Then she tell m-E
somebo-Dy took
her P-ink wallet.
dropped her O-ff
someplace d-Owntown
I kn-Ow about.
Next I had s-Ort
self-ctr-Olled and
my O-h fresh bills.
Gave same addres-S
like the la-St cab
ride S-aid. Same spot.
Story she h-Ad
was a b-Ag like
purse A-nd not hers.
When we avrr-Ived
I'm surpr-Ised, that's
her, sm-Iling there.
Lady beh-Ind
said out s-Ide Where'd,
you f-Ind it! Well?
I had to lo-Ok,
say, I kn-Ow her,
We're fr-Om Shanghai. (Ladies say to cabbie)
Im stillen Kornfeld dort,
wo sie verborgen lag,
des Schnitters Sense,
da liegt jetzt sein Grab.
Und nur der Wind
verweht das letzte Wort,
das niemand mehr vernehmen mag.
Bezwinge deine Seele
und stiehl dich heimlich fort.
Damit nicht Angst dich quäle
an jenem stillen Ort.
Die Hoffnung gibt dir Flügel
und leiht dir auch ihr Wort.
Nun liegt nur Einsamkeit
auf deinen Schultern.
Die Ruhe vor dem Sturm
ja die erkennt du schon,
nur sie verleiht dir Kraft
ist deiner Mühen Lohn.
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In quiet grain field there,
where it lay covertly in fear,
the reaper's scythe,
there is his grave.
Only the wind
let last word drift away,
that nobody more may hear.
Defeat your soul in silent race
steal secretly away.
So that fear will not torment you
at this yet peaceful place.
Hope gives you wings
and also lend its voice
Now there lies only loneliness
upon your shoulders.
The quiet before the storm
this you will recognize,
only this gives you strength
and is your efforts' choice.
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En campo de trigo tranquilo
donde se escondía,
la guadaña segador,
se queda ya su tumba
Y sólo el viento
dispersa la última palabra,
que nadie lo puede oír más
en ningún día.
Conquista tu alma
y que te vayas escondido.
Para que el temor no te tortura
en este lugar tranquilo y perdido.
La esperanza te da alas.
También te presta su palabra
La esperanza te da alas
y te presta su palabra.
Ahora sólo soledad
queda sobre tus hombros.
La calma que precede la tormenta
sí tu la reconoces sin defensa,
y sólo te da fuerza
y es tu esfuerzo recompensa.
Residents of a Fevered Mind
By Sy Roth
I took the road more traveled--my mistake
Thought I could hide among the masses
Fully expecting that someone might pluck me out,
And I would endure in their sunlight forever.
Waesucks, to exist in shapeless entropy,
To become a mouse gnawing endlessly on their scraps
Ort left by their forebears.
To inhabit their dark cells.
Their hazy dream of self-satisfaction
Where significance raises a cheery head in the dust of calm.
Beneath the derma, secreted indelicately,
They hide with me in the gray matter of a dusky universe.
Ah, the humanity of it all , our dirigible aflame.
Our egotistical mish-mash of conflicting beliefs,
residents of a fevered brain where dreams blossom
Willy nilly n a display of Fourth of July explosions.
Lost In a smoke-filled haze of discards left behind.
We reside in Papal dreams of eternity on the lap of God
Clasped hand in hand among an interminable line of precursors
All dreaming the same, time-shared vision.
Someone will pluck us from the stream of humanity,
Someone will recognize our importance
But we Lomans will march like lemmings wrapped in this belief
Stripped of the trappings of value.
To hear the Loony King Lears wail on the marsh
Railing against the winds
That stripped them of their imaginings
We stand frozen bits of DNA.
Act three suddenly opens with a flourish
And the actor who takes the stage opines--
Perhaps, life is not supposed to be
As meaningful as we think it is.
It seems that life is but a barrel of offal
And we can only await the time
To cleanse ourselves of its scent.
Circle in the sand could tell a story
of a lost world, where celestials and machines
were one.
A crafty place where symbiosis is tasted
on the tongue.
Chimera epoxies elysian forgeries,
ruins, blistered and urned
by the seasons and the sun.
Cogs turning in the Temple of
Desperidium.
Wraith of translucent heat layers, reeling as film,
screen of video player stealing the image
of vesselic seal.
Black wings covering the eye of the past in-echoed Artisan-
lens cap, loosed, by
gait of prose and print of boot.
But it won't, divulge its secret cache,
of high hand, poker face,
in sign language-of cornerstones plans
laid from.
Jacobs Ladder Inn-hiding,
drone wave form.
A fleeting glimpse of visage,
visitage of what will soon again re-spawn,
kit of kingdom come.
Masking, its schema in paved,
mapping in hum of ley-line amathema,
violet band in tardigrade.
Petrified rainbow relic in the strata,
its soil forgotten in mind shade.
Like black chute of night blooming mushroom,
bubbles up, defiant creation,
pharmakeia l.e.d balloon parabolic ort-asm,
phantifuge,
sailing its wave of rebellion in bloom.
Renaissance reconnaissance recognizance
frequency of insanity of fallen ones
that denies their death row doom.
Tower of Babel has one foot in the grave
and one lit up in stereo- fm,
in the netherealms of CERN/Hades
a portal seeking to pierce the veil,
as a mitochondria drill.
They seek to house themselves in your temple
and corrupt the windows to your soul.
GREATNESS
A term few truly understand
And the scarce few that comprehend
See in its stead an ephemeral belief
More a fantasy than a reality
Laughing at the audacity a being would possess
To even spend time to think such possibility
A feat born of decision and desire
To do more and to be even more
Refusing to be easily boxed in
Believing so strongly in the yet un-seen
Shutting out the noise that easily distracts
Learn to separate what be wheat from chaff
Grasping that the labour is not in the separation
But in the ability to decipher, discern oat from ort
for to make a mistake at such an intricate juncture
Is to mar what could have been
What would have been
What was to be
Hence...
Greatness calls for the deeper reasoner
the tenacious, persistent and faithful
The believer, not the believer-wanna-be
Who sees through the haze that life truly is
And focuses his percipience instead
On the truth wherein lies one's destiny
To throw aside all that terms superfluity
For nihility has weight, yet no station to present
So take it, thaw it, and from it build big dreams
Seize darkness, and from it force out the light
For did he not say "LET THERE BE LIGHT?"
An order, deep darkness could not ignore
Why then expect less and call yourself a believer?
LIAR! I DARE YOU, if you possess what it takes
Be great, be eminent, and not a thing less
For I have tasted the vital fluid
And in it finally found my truth
I AM .......... GREATNESS!
A simple golden band that he wore upon his hand
Didn't seem to matter much to him.
He had a rovin' eye and it settled by and by
On a woman at her best when lights are dim.
The gossip got around in this little western town,
And it came to roost for good with his own wife.
She knew his kind of man and she made up her own plan
To settle once for all his sorry life.
She waited until June - a Sunday at high noon,
And fried some chicken bought right from the store.
She said ,"Your time is short, if didn't know you ort,
"When you spent my egg money on a whore."
He was chewin' on a thigh when she shot him in the eye,
And finished with about a pound of lead.
She ate up all the chicken gave the dog the plate for lickin',
Then made sure one more time that he was dead.
Well the sheriff came around from that little western town -
Said he hadn't seen her man in quite awhile.
She had said,"Me neither and I'm thankful for the breather"
And the sheriff tipped his hat and winked a smile.
11-28-18
For Brian Strand's End of November , 2018 contest
His name's John, but they call him Jack.
The boy's got gamblin' in his veins.
He cowboys and don't give no slack,
But he plays poker when it rains.
The other thing that's on his mind
Is women, whether tall or short.
He just loves 'em all - either kind,
And it don't matter if he ort.
One dreary day not long ago
The rain brought them both together.
She was dealin' in El Paso,
And he loved the rainy weather.
"Young beauty deal them cards," he said.
"Today I aim to do two things -
Take your money then you to bed
Before that big red rooster sings."
Well, she was buxom as they say -
Had her two top buttons open.
His eyes wandered up there to stay,
Just lookin' around and hopin'.
He was lookin' she was dealin'
From the bottom, top and middle.
Took the money he was pealin' -
Didn't even leave a little
He woke up as the rooster crowed,
Lazily gazed at all she had.
Said he admired all that she showed -
Then smiled,"One out of two ain't bad."
6/27/2017
For contest Form R for Broken Wings