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Who Am I To You?
Am I just a stranger?
An online lover or a nobody
That once who passes by
In a lifetime of your stream ?
Maybe a poet?
A woman only good in sweet words.
Easily fooled by his own feelings,
And by the world that often says
I am just another plaything?
A con artist? A pervert? A toy? Or
Perhaps, one of your movie character
That portrays your imagination
In a stage play of fantasy and dreams?
I am not perfect.
This is reality.
I am not a role model.
I have lapses and flaws.
I am not the woman of your past.
I can't look like her or be like that.
I am not whole, I am also broken
And still have issues of my own .
But the truth is, all of us
Needs to be loved and trying to love
In one way or another, our denials
That we keep telling ourselves
Will be defined by time and memories,
If we're truly happy of being alone.
If not, then tell me
Who am I to you?
Please tell me what we have
Is true, before I go...
©® Ven-lyn A Valdez
Who You Are To Me?
I find myself in thy manger
You are a modern Peabody
Whose pen aids to dye
My board with awesome dream
You are more than a poet!
The one out of all beautiful birds
That freely flies around the earth's ceiling
Unlike the caged birds with less ways
Timely been abating
The twist, the challenge, the fruit outpour
Enough pieces crushing like a constrictor
Holding unto a great aspiration
Flowing through grace so agleam
I am not only for prospect
This may be false in its seeming triviality
I am not a mollycoddle
Yet have respect for tight clause
You become of me, an enthusiast
With keen interest not eyeing to scat
Even when all of it is token
Bountiful harvest are from vial seeds, sown
Nevertheless, in my fuss
I will always be the real dove
And not act up for trials
Abandoned on shelves
The much ado about plight in diaries
Crying for reading to be well known
Life is short, let it be
Less to the review
More to life shouldn't really be halve
Totality is key to overlook every foe
You are who you are
Keep doing what you know best
Someday, you will be the shining star
Silent helpers locate what resisters detest
Shine on.........
©® Wems Henry Temmy
(POETIC DIALOGUE BETWEEN JCV AND RICHY)
PRESTIGIOUS JCV
I told the moon my story last night... I never knew love could hurt like a heart attack.
RICHY ROYAL
If ever you could kiss the moon and romance the stars, then would love ever cease to hurt"
JCV
I never knew love could hurt this bad, worst pain I ever had, The moon I confided in but he disappointed me at the beginning of the tale....
RICHY
Hmmm! Try the star!
The star is more reliable and can keep secret than the open minded moon.
JCV
Maybe sir,
I will Wait till its dark and scary; when the stars shall begin their journey to my hut then shall I tell them my story of lost love....
RICHY
The stars shall not only keep secret your love tale but also shall gladden your heart with sweet hope of a better love you'll find from Venus.
JCV
Yet have to hold my lips a little tight and watch them closely when they arrive before I talk.
Because many have soiled my heart.
So sad a story that dwells in my heart but none of the natural components can be entrusted with it.
The air has built his hut far from me, the moon, my enemy, the sun; a scaring dove and hoping on the stars of love.
RICHY
Hush! Never give yet an outpour of a frustrated Knight of love. Get thy shoes fixed and thy garment and helment tightened till it's dusk.
JCV
I look forward to the promise of your words to baptize my longing soul of love and affection.
The waving of the trees behind the window of my heart is encouraging, the chirping insects are home dancing and I hope am beginning to enjoy the company of those forgotten beings.
RICHY
I think the mystery of the firmaments have I deciphered; the air is but a hypocrite, the sun offers no eternal succor, the moon though generous lacks no virtue for love. The Stars I know no matter her infinitesimal nature provides liniment to those broken hearts of love... Seek ye her face tonight and solace shall you find. Take my words to the Stars!
JCV
seeking the face of the stars shall I do with hope of a new beginning.
RICHY
This gratitude shall my heart romance whence thou hath succor found alas.
This love, like a candle burning in the night,
Ephemeral, sweet, desperate in its glow,
Like a dream that fades at the dawn's first light,
In the velvety waves of a slumbering night.
This love, as brilliant as the sun on summer days,
And gray as a clouded sky on an autumn afternoon,
So true, so resplendent in its shining ways,
Like a Renaissance painting at the dusk of an olden epoch.
Joyous in its outpour, innocent and vibrant with hue,
Like a child's smile on a fresh spring morning,
But standing there, unsure and fearful too,
Fragile as a flower petal in the wind's gentle warning.
This love that makes many feel the dread,
And some to curse under the pale moon's gaze,
Nestled deep within our souls, it has said,
Like a flame that persists in the cold wind's dispraise.
Even when it's trampled, denied, and forgotten,
It persists, never losing its luster, never its might,
Unlocking the gates of a love new, fresh, and unrodden,
Like the waves that embrace our shores with endless delight.
Yes, my love, I implore you, keep this love alive,
Let it shine from your soul and find its way to mine,
Even when we are apart,
Even with eyes closed, asleep, thinking of you is divine.
When evening quiets, and the moon gleams above,
I pray, do not forget our love,
This eternal radiance that knows no end,
Still so vivid, so bright,
It's your love, it's my love, for those who were and will be in sight.
This thing eternal, unbounded and unchanged,
As real as a dream in the springtime rays,
A love in which we still warm our souls, against the world's cold waged,
I beg you, love, let us not grow cold in our ways,
Wherever we are, however far we stray,
Always, always keep this love in stay,
And every day, give us a sign of life's lay,
And we will save each other, now and for all of our days.
Love, I implore you, do not forget the pure shine,
You, who know not the serene end, remain ever sure,
Persist alive, intensely illuminated, like a star in the clear night,
You, my love, our everlasting memory.
A barred spiral galaxy in the Giraffe
has one of the arms curled in front of its core
where dust laden lanes in the grouping outpour
as Hubble has shown it for earthlings’ behalf.
Some sort of encounter perhaps came along
for bent NGC Two One Four Six once took,
which lent it that loopy anomalous look,
engendering forces colossally strong.
So lively in midwifing star births is it
that this galaxy earned the term starburst kind
like clusters of blooms Mother Nature designed
in tropical gardens terrene to visit
or namely the clerodendrum called starburst
which effloresces in a canopy bright
as do starburst galaxies at cosmic height
with budding sidereal young being nursed.
The galaxy’s less large than Milky Way’s size
just slightly, they say, to astronomers’ eyes,
with starry creation in lavish supplies
thus adding to worlds in stelliferous skies.
What habitants will these celestials see fit
to bring to fruition as creatures, to wit,
allow them to flourish as features permit
then blossom as lifeforms evolved bit by bit?
About eighty thousand light-years end to end
it lies ninety million light-years from our place,
this mortal abode of humanity’s race
that’s wending its oft wayward way round the bend,
or so it seems, though there are stargazer dreams
as reveries reaching existence’s plane
whence deeper dimensions of being may reign
embracing the whole of reality’s streams
in sensory oneness with all great and small,
beyond unenlightenment’s treacherous thrall,
a doomed irredeemable fate to forestall
which sadly might ever more likely befall.
We dwell in a realm where delusions benight,
enraptured in spell making wrong appear right
with vision too blurry to notice our plight.
Such times find it vital to seek out the light.
~ Harley White
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Info ~ NGC 2146, a starburst galaxy in Camelopardalis (Anne’s Astronomy News)…
I’ve written of my misery and all of the sorrow felt,
I’ve expressed all my torment and how wrongly I’ve dealt-
Today I am choosing to write a celebration of your life,
speak verses of your beauty, not of your anguished strife.
You were the angel I always wanted to grow up to be,
you were always there helping to raise little me-
Growing up I always longed for your sisterly affection,
for little did I know we’d grow to have a strong connection.
You became this woman of strength and courage combined,
someone who I wanted to know, so giving and kind-
If I had known you’d die at such a youthful age,
maybe I’d try even harder to free you from your cage.
Forgiveness you bestowed on those who wronged you,
probably too much atonement for what hell you’d been through-
I wish I saw you more than a few times a week,
because being with you is something I always did seek.
Your essence shined like the sunbeams in mid-July,
and when you wept innocent tears you did cry-
You gave with a compassion no other I know could give,
if only you could give your strength to wanting to live.
Faith in God you held in the depths of your heart,
you knew deep inside with Him you’d never part-
Your smile brightened up the eventide’s sunset,
wearing a ball cap on your head every day I shan’t forget.
Your life a struggle yet you prevailed with dignity,
lived a simple life with an outpour of purity-
Your hands were tired from all the woodworking you did,
yet your body full of weakness from all the times you hid.
I know now I must let go of your death with gracious ease,
for it will bring a brighter tomorrow where all pain shall cease-
Never will I ever meet another woman as beautiful as thee,
and never will you meet someone who loved you more than me.
March 19, 2018
Proof that I was right
To trust in God’s kind light
Without giving in to sin
Living for the One who lives within
Proof that I knew the truth
By living for God, even in my youth
Without letting go of His hand
Knowing Him better was just as I’d planned
Proof that I was wise
That pandemic always implies
It isn’t something to ignore or deplore
But something to remind you it is God you adore
Proof that I have all I need within
Where my trust and faith always begin
Reminding me that there is eternity and love
Sent down from the one who lives up above
Proof that this virus can’t control me
Even though it’s horrible – with that I agree
It cannot take away my belief in the Lord
Of that I’m sure most of us are of one accord
Proof that I love beyond my own will
With kindness and hope that will give a thrill
Teaching the ones I meet that love is at my core
And light from my very heart will always outpour
Proof that my philosophy on life hasn’t changed too much
Is in the confidence that I live better because of His touch
He answers all my prayers and keeps my spirit calm and sure
That His guidance, grace and mercy will help me to always endure
Proof that this epidemic can’t take away my God
Is found in the feeling of hope in which I am awed
His love is a miracle, a blessing and the answer to fears
That remind me He will help me get through all the tears
Never give up and never give in to the anxieties that come
From the uncertainty surrounding this disease and its outcome
Always listen to your heart and the breath of God’s promise
Don’t give up and let your soul turn into a doubting Thomas!
Your Philosophy During This Pandemic Poetry Contest
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May 9, 2021
Have you ever felt bombarded by yourself, like you can’t help but keep inundating your brains cell with messages that no longer serve you well. Sadly it’s this path you in the past paved, whose entrance and exit still lead to and from hell. It's obvious there are parts of you that you have lost within one of those past versions of yourself. Recently I genuinely feel like Jack and Jill, like I’m falling down an endless hill. Passing all the hurdles I previously overcame while climbing up life’s hill. It’s always an emotional roller coaster, when you take a step back and look down at the sharp turns and loops life has had. I’m just supposed to shut up and sit back. Just be still and zip past without evidence of the goals I reached, limits I surpassed. That ride is evident there was nothing decent in those versions of me I played in the past. Still just expecting the next lead, while I understudy me, the main role for the next cast. Which coincidentally is written and directed by yours truly. The amount of non existing acts I often incorrectly predict, should be a tell tale sign of all of it. I am bombarded, but I am also the cause of it. Accountability is the obligation to accept responsibility. I am accountable for the construction and repairs, but will that start the mend of all the old tracks in there? This is where good ol faith needs to be your best friend, even if it's a challenging mindset to befriend. It takes trials in the past that you overcame, to give you strength and Courage in moments of future possible disdain. So thank you for flooding my past paths way. For forcing me to start a new course with more possibilities that outpour positivity within this new brains channel wave.
Touched by a moonbeam
Touched by a moonbeam with you I glide
I can now drink from a well of stars
staring out at this night’s friendly guide
my spirit knows no more bounds.
Touched by a moonbeam with you I glide
your warm glow melts away my core
drying up all tears in its outpour
in your orbit I am now released;
your presence pacifies my fears
ripples back the years
as my eyes search your face
by this secret light,
the light of the moon.
Touched by a moonbeam
with you I glide
swiftly on this path of elation
I crave your affection.
Dawn its gift of light I bid delay
a blissful encore I’m asking your way
for a touch of eternity in your embrace
I felt dear moon, dear friend,
I’m touched by your graceful ballet
the waning of your rays
I beg you to stay, beg you to stay.
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(orchestral part with soaring music)
Touched by a moonbeam
with you I glide
swiftly on this path of elation
I crave your affection.
Dawn its gift of light I bid delay,
a blissful encore I’m asking your way
for a touch of eternity in your embrace
I felt dear moon, dear friend,
I’m touched by your graceful ballet
the waning of your rays I beg you to stay,
beg you to stay, beg you to stay,
for a touch of eternity in your embrace
I felt dear moon, dear friend
I’m touched by your graceful ballet,
the waning of your rays
I beg you to stay
beg you to stay.
note: Dear reader, I beg you to try and slow down your reading so that you can match the pace of the reading to the music. (I have tried to match my lines to form a lyrical piece. ?)
The composer, by the way, is Brian Crain.
When problems arise, we can’t solve them with fear when things are out of your control. Human reaction is panic naturally, which is not a solution and a waste of energy that you could have held onto. Though we sometimes choose rather to suffer. Thats because at some point or another a spirit who oppressed you sought to make you feel you deserve to live with its word, and not your own. Those are not your thoughts, they were made to make you think they are yours, but they are not. But in a time of weakness and unknown, your faith slipped, and with the spirit of fear, you cast out a line to bring insanity near. So instead of reeling in faith to apply towards the issues that arise. You turn to anxiety, panic, and a heightened, frightened state of mind. We must watch how we fish metaphorically, or we will end up catching real-time spirits with fear, filled with Insanity. Those don’t make you feel full of love and peace. They do the opposite. They wreak havoc within your system of belief. Causing ripple like reactions to outpour into your life. These are not the spirits of Christ. They are deceitful with lies in your own voice. With your mind. They are black as night. Holding onto such darkness will never allow his light. Let those thoughts and feelings go. They are only here because you allowed them to grow. You are in charge of what you let in. Make sure you ask yourself, is this in his name or a sin I have proclaimed. Am I doing his bidding or am I still letting dark spirits control me and how I should be living. I let them go. They are not welcome here unless I invite them here. But I no longer invite such darkness to appear.
Encased in ice and frozen
So the world could not break through,
The beating of my bitter heart
Soon faint and thoughtless grew,
And from this frigid, frosty state
A life of snow was born,
So followed through my days was I
By my defence's spawn,
This snowman bore down on me,
Soon becoming my excuse
To withdraw from society,
A self-confessed recluse,
Every day I'd see him there and
He would stand in front of me,
A reminder of my shame and
Self-inflicted misery,
Nobody new could I let in
When chances came about,
For the snowman blocked their entrance
And forever shut them out,
So this fashion continued and
The years passed in a haze,
I was convinced this chill would stay
To curse me for all my days.
Then one day I saw the sunlight
Through the bolted window pane;
Suddenly I heard a cracking sound
And I was once more sane.
Gasping, I clasped my icy heart
Which had begun to thaw
And I collapsed, my mind starting to spin
Before emotions rushed to outpour,
Then the snowman's fury caught me
But I had now begun to weep
And the creature howled and fell,
Keeled over into a heap,
So hot tears came running forth
As I let them fall, and knelt
Over my silent snowman
Who gradually began to melt.
On and on I cried until at last
I had no more tears,
So I stood up and waded out of
The pool of all my fears.
As time went by the pool grew smaller
Until the water cleared,
Then my heart was warm as all
The frozen fright had disappeared.
Now my door is always open
To the good times and the bad,
And my heart holds no more frost or snow
For a creature to be clad.