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Here…the pen
there the paper
whiter than snow
yesterday laid upon the sill of my laughter
overturning my frown
like a table in the house of God and goodness
Crying JOY!
till ...Be not alive with joy! whispers ....find solace in the crime of wishful sadness….because joy will only...don't you see ...
it flows around you in swirls like a chiffon dress
taken from the closet of the owner of the house you clean
you drape it across your bent shoulders and become
Cinderella…transformed in twinkles and sparkling fairy dust
born anew….in transcendence
Ethereal waves flow about you as you swirl the room
a mystical band strikes up lovely lordly notes
and a car door slams shut
the house of cards falls from your fingertips to the marble tiles…
which do not
somehow turn into the safe congoleum
of your own modest kitchen
You dash and smash the dress back into the closet
crushed
reality is not like the movies
paper is sullied by the ink
and your smile ...by guilt
You take up your magic wand
return to scrubbing the toilet bowl
bashful and again bowed before the
reflection in the gold knobbed vanity
but still in angelic rebuttal... the tinkle...the wondrous unearthly voice
inside cries
Joy...Joy...Joy
In the deep silence of my thoughts, a river of dreams flows through forgotten forests,
Shadows dance with memories while the heart races through labyrinths of emotions,
The wind whispers secrets of falling stars, time overturning upon us,
Rain of light reveals untold stories, deep longings from quiet souls.
Sky and earth embrace at the horizon, guardians of dreams lost in time,
Silent mountains watch with wisdom the eternal dance of pure and serene existence,
Wind embraces leaves and stones, whispering to them the tale of hidden eternity,
Universe of endless questions, we seek answers in gazes like in mirrors of water.
In the depths of night, silence sings a lullaby for souls weary under stars,
We lose ourselves in thoughts, navigating among desires, falling stars of darkness,
In the grace of the moment, everything dissolves under moonlight, travelers through the universe of dreams,
World of dreams and hopes, each heartbeat a step towards eternity.
As it protects every living child of Ireland
male and female until death visits them
Europe needs to remove our shield
the one that surrounds us as armour
We are being fed to the vultures
first our seas followed by quotas
then they need to remove our faith
this is in order to have a strong voice
in policing our land into their double standards
overturning the true values of our nation
replacing it under foreign rule and dominance
They have brainwashed so many
making it into an abortion deal
like the last one was dressed as peace
thank God I voted no
I am not a yes man who jumps into the fire
with the rest of these sorry states
that have lost their soul direction
Destroying liberty
takes away all self respecting good
Indoctrinating children into false beliefs
positions of power overturning values
Removing the way of the cross
from teachings underhanded acts
displayed against peace creates division
Replacing it with false doctrine
Shame I say on our state bodies
Unholy are the ways of pride
blind bats of envy filled with greed kills soul's
With your riches obtained by lies and deception
hidden by corrupt lawmakers the truth reveals
secrets a dark side yet to be addressed and policed
Heritics against the temple of our Lord's words
all the virtues of heaven are being removed
slowly as morals are the twisted visions
against a familie's respect and true guardianship
views on rearing has now come with a controlled status tag
Spear of destiny
I will kneel to serve you only
I pray for the white horsemen to come back
and cleanse this world of its sickness
that plagues our future generations
through ugliness lust holds position over truth
Unpopular is the truth to speak
it ain't vogue to be correct in manners
when tantrums have only one side in an invalid opinion
Let us cross the iced wasteland suffering fools
where frozen subjects refuse to obey natural law
certain agendas have a one way street under false morals
values have become the crushed servant overturning virtues
Chains attached to words addressing the altered egos
suggests something sinister at play
freedom no longer exists to have an honest debate
Liberty has suffered at the hands of democracy terrorists
to disagree with someone has now become an act of war
everything is considered as a sign of aggression
bad points at the good and calls them every phobia ugly
under the sun including racists because they won't owe up
The destiny in a stirred syrup. A two-string one.
Condensed, sticky and uncomfortably glued to a cause.
A mono in nature.
Like a skilled handyman,
with a must to-do space.
A shared space.
A shared controversy.
A stained cloth. And an unapologetic face.
I am not a math-pro. I hate numbers. And I don’t watch captain underpants.
I am a freelance interpreter,
where medical terms reach both male and female bodies,
In the same manner.
The office space is all about this. Equity.
Up roaring hands in overturning platform.
I wanted.
I pleaded.
I turned myself into a special spice
in competition of her ethical or non-ethical one.
My poetry is not an arrogant one.
A mere self-sustaining one.
To calm through the fiercest stormy nights. A mono.
Where she needs rejection in knowledge,
I earned in pristine.
But both empty,
folded beyond junkies.
An arrogant junkyard, leading our visions,
in seas, mountains and
with these very own material eyes.
C to C.
First Placing : Poetry Marathon 2025
Sponsor: Mark Toney
{ FREEDOM “We may want to linger, to stay, to arrest the flow and talk about it, photograph it, lyricize it. Yet this beauty is mercurial and we must let it go, for it is already slipping away to be replaced by the new.” -Stuart Sovatsky }
YELLOW FIELD OF WHEAT
Angel of Death skims blacker than tar
a skeletal knock overturning bowl of oats
smelling of frankincense and ashes
to carry you to a yellow field of wheat
where you will dance radiant waltzes
haloed free
your laughter pranced across blue walls with
Michael Jackson, Spider-Man, cheeky elves
relishing Kentucky Fried Chicken as you
played scrabble with forlorn neighbour
bony body birthing revolutions of
roulette with green life and grey death
how you endured those precision needles
wanting to drum tapered fingers on
waiting desk overflowing with car sketches
your thirteen year old bald head smiling
veins on an enchanting spring moon as our
hidden tears crystallised hospital sheets
we tried to keep up with you scoffing
encyclopaedias, Dickens and muffins alike
cancer like a chess game mastered chemo
doctors and nurses becoming kings or pawns
time was now or endless pathos stalking minds
Laurel and Hardy keeping hearts unlocked
on Merlin’s star-patterned couch you will
jokingly converse with Pele and his team
soccer ball silent under quiescent table
my ink cannot pen sad lines as I feel
your lips still sucking dripping nipple
freedom moonwalks on a
yellow field of wheat
I Dare You to Steal the Darkness and Sell Your Love
I dare you to steal grains of darkness gathered in the feathers of lonely crows,
The abundance of light to scatter it over the blind who haven't seen for an eternity,
To reinvent words for those who hear nothing but the cruel silence of the world,
And to pawn with butterflies all the mulberry leaves falling in the magic autumn.
I dare you to buy tears from those who aren't loved and drink them like wine,
And to bless your doorstep with all the abandoned children crying in cold nights,
To clothe with your coat those naked of freedom—the slaves of our times,
And to carry like Job all injustice on your back like a heavy psychedelic cross.
I dare you to stay silent with Anna trapped between bricks crushing her breath,
To carry the horizon in your arms with disabled grandparents trembling from old age,
I dare you to have patience with the one who on his cane holds his dignity alive,
Trembling not to collapse in the mud of forgetting and of sad desperation.
To empathize with the hunger of beggars on the road where sweet bread was with jam,
To place the bowl of broth as alms in the cemetery so the dead may be satisfied,
To give them a spoonful of myrrh—to bring them back to life at least in their dreams,
To tax with dew all the morning grass when the fog runs through its knees.
To discover how clouds flee overturning the knees of fog like wounded birds,
To give the plow a wing when you knead the earth's womb—the soil begging for love,
And to light the lamp at the eaves for the lost ones of the world who can't find home,
I dare you to have mercy on all those without mercy—the most lost of all.
To reclaim all the darkness hiding in light like a hidden parasite,
To confess your sins only when you can't commit them—anticipated forgiveness,
To drink comet milk strained in boots—liquid and celestial magic,
I dare you to sell your love to the one without luck—to fall in love with me!
In the realm of night within my mind, where moonlight drips like wax,
I lose myself among old memories, shrouded in mist,
dancing at the edge of an abyss, do not come too close to me,
for my heart is a labyrinth full of thorns and unfulfilled dreams,
see me beyond the illusory happiness, forget my face that promises solace.
The winds of melancholy blow through the cracks of my soul,
and every breath is a murmur of silent pain,
like autumn leaves that decay under the footsteps of time,
do not bend to gather my scattered pieces,
let me remain among the waves, where words are unspoken,
in the weave of hidden metaphors, in the lacework of the night.
Do one thing, please, do not look for the light in me that you lose at dawn,
do not find in my wounds the healing you do not need,
my love is a storm overturning the oldest memories,
see my heart as an illusory oasis in the desert of eternal interior.
Do one thing, please, let your dreams fly independently of me,
let your wings carry your desires to your own skies,
mine are broken, crushed by the weight of the past,
do not be tempted by the charm of my ephemeral burnings,
for I am the falling star that extinguishes in the abyss.
Do one thing, please, find your dance in the morning light,
do not intersect with my shadows of despair,
for self-love is the lighthouse that must guide you,
love yourself, do not fall for my shadow.
So, in the darkness that separates us,
look towards the lost light of your soul,
let my silence remain unspoken in your dream,
and seek the hope that brings you closer to yourself—
for I am but an echo lost in the mystery
of a love that must not be found,
a song that loses itself in the flow of silent consciousness,
a realm of longing scattered in the wind of time.
Rising of the red dragon,
roaring loud clap of thunder,
wings spread from a trap dungeon,
on top a summit underground well.
An old English Falcon knight,
the bells summon, as the priest
runs out shouting in sheer fright,
a demon has invaded the church.
The Falcon knight rows his boat
out an overlooked distant
island in search for seventh
son, of the seventh son's assistance.
A seer and restorer
of life, son of a white witch.
Gold coins for the Lettermore,
the seventh son, his new apprentice.
A stone talisman around
his neck he wears for safety.
Stone stolen from the unbound
red dragon's veiled abbey gold coffers.
Ominous blood crescent moon,
amidst overhanging clouds,
shamed by the red dragon's wrath,
and the overturning darken runes.
The Lettermore and last of
noble Falcon knights that's left,
arm themselves, and journey off
upon their hunt and difficult quest.
Early morning and mountains
of green, leaves flutter and dance,
with clear limpid flowing streams.
Horses trot in rhythm, caught in a trance,
in search of the dragon queen.
She finds her doom in the hands
of noble knight shrew, unseen
knife, in her transformed feminine skin.
2/28/2022
Lind30nr Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke
7779 unrhyme, using How Many Syllables Counter
inspired by the movie "Seventh Son"