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"To soar in the wind, to dip and to glide . . . "
And be detached and apart from this life's reality,
Where past sorrows shroud my remembering;
I have sealed the heavy door of the past.
Oh to flutter on the edge of dreams,
To tremble and hover, grasping the peaceful and happy;
In my imagination I float and drift,
Like a breathtaking butterfly with gossamer wings.
But then, but then . . .
The cold fingers of the past come creeping,
Monsters and sorrows of the long ago:
Painful memories are screaming and shattering my soul.
The beautiful lost in the carnage,
Oh the tears and the weeping eternal floating sadness.
The heavy door to the past is bolted and secure,
Impenetrable with a padlock and thick chain;
Where anguish and bliss entwine in an endless battle,
And my happiness died long, long ago.
But from time to time,
A whispering, beautiful single memory finds a way;
From under that weighty door locked and chained.
And I crush the sweetness to my weeping broken heart.
___________________________
November 6, 2015
Free Verse/"I Would Like To Fly Away"
Copyright Protected, ID 724314
Standard Contest 30
sponsor, Brian Strand
First Place
I don't need mawkish pleads to save the fertilized soil
Or a withered fault tied to the debris of a poor foil
When languishing in the asters kissed by empty wish to unlock
Luck sinking in beneath the ghost floundering the fen of nightmare
Married long since gone the way of floating sculls peer
Grossed point photographs that pinned numbers of craziness in padlock
Still I run....
in His grace
with His pace
out of deadly fun
I am a man managing culture with religion
Troubling weather whether balance will be fair
Coupling heritage's park and doctrine's file
Hide me, hide all; find fault, find no region
How long will it take to get in and participate unaware!
Meddling check with Mercy's measures in pile
Still I run....
in His grace
with His pace
out of deadly fun
Don't walk away, please, don't walk away
Fine chaff of less weight willing to separate
Wind keeps the tease in pleasure hitting the drive astray
Differences heightened by farewell, bill to accelerate
Unless I wish not to really return but roam
Jogging the stroller of compassion at the ancient home
Still I run....
in His grace
with His pace
out of deadly fun
God don't watch the race of the sun
Bleeding the crimson woods' leaves
In in its static but dangling position
Swinging to escape the harshness brutally dun
Trying to put up with humans' need in grieves
For more than enough is already in acquisition
Still I run....
in His grace
with His pace
out of deadly fun
Everyday is lead with no guarantee of tomorrow
My rival, time, is yet undone broken
That all hours would seize like the day of Joshua
And ease the agony of defeat and sorrow
To enjoying the pause of asking how will it happen?
Like a horny mood craving to loose Olósó's mantua
Still I run....
in His grace
with His pace
out of deadly fun
Take My Hand in yours,
Lets Run in Green lushed Fields,
Lets go canooing ,rafting in Rivers,
lets swim naked in Crystalline Streams,
Lets walk in Gold Fairy forests,Pen poetry,
Write a Love Story,called 'The Poet and Me'.
Lets have a picnic under the shade of tall trees,
Lets Smell the Freshness of Wet Velvet Leaves,
Lets follow the path,Climb up the Highest Mountains,
Lets reach the Grey Smoke,the tent at the peaks.
Lets lie down on Rich Reddish Silky Brown Soil,
Lets watch the Healing Spring ,steaming and boil,
Lets make love On a Carpet Of Coloured Flowers,
Lets here the Sweet Sound Of Bells,Ding Dong Hours.
Lets rest On an Ivory Hammock,swinging in breeze,
lets drink the Sweetest Honey of Bees.
Lets play in the Snow,Lets bask in the Sun,
Lets take a journey, to My World of fun.
Lets go over the Rainbow, Get lost in Our Fantasies,
Lets open Our wings,fly On White Cotton Clouds Puffy Dreams.
Lets Open the padlock,to my Secret Magical Land,
Lets escape to the place Of Eden,Just hold On to my Hand.
Let Me Show You My World,Let Me take you with Me.
I've got a locket ,and inside there's a Unique Silver Key.
Charma
We met up for a coffee
to enjoy a ‘little chat’
and catch up on the gossip
I guess most gals do that!
Chris gave me a bag of goodies
it sure gave my heart a lift
A puzzle book to keep me busy
was a very thoughtful gift
A box of hand made ginger fudge
and a bar of Cadbury’s choc
I’ll be ripping off their wrappers -
good job they don’t have a padlock!
The final gift really made me smile
a pocket sized pack of little tissues
for mopping up tears of laughter
and not for hubbies cancer issues!
I met up with my wonderful friend Chris a couple of days before we flew off for my hubby to start his cancer treatment, her gifts were absolutely perfect especially the puzzle book as there is a lot of waiting around time and who doesn’t need candy to give them a lift!
5/12/19
THE TOLLGATES OF TOPAZ
I read the burn and feed with pills of pleasure
the twilight bricked into troubled walls, swollen with vigil,
throbbing with a greedy hunger that is never satisfied,
starving for your silhouette woven out of living words,
a breathing poem, with metaphors in motion,
melted slowly into the musk of a euphoric reverie…
O white force, unbridled stallion of the dawn,
the bona fide heat that breathes in the blind breeze
over the fragile fingers of my unclothed heart
walk me out of the devious doors of the demented dream,
let me flow toward the realm of quenching quietude,
where condemning pupils do not padlock
the tongue that tastes the bitter flavor of foreverness.
They are not moved by the thorns that bleed in silence,
painfully wanting, sleeplessly yearning to trace
the honest waves, catalyzing the spark that waits
to escape the cross-eyed fables fabricating the fragrance
of my zealous love, your rose lady,
restless to bloom as one with the runes written
along your ambidextrous armor of silver.
I am tattered and torn, stuck in a cycle scrutinized by eyes,
and still I refuse to let these petals wilt;
I let my thoughts wander into the waking wilderness,
where gypsy blossoms caress and nurture the penetrating
luster of pearl-light sepals,
like my damask spirit, still unstained
by sepulchral ashes, by the chains of charcoal.
I care not for their callous clamor, for the cruelty
hollowed out in charismatic lies, deciphering
my virtuous dawn as a dangerous delirium to be driven off;
so take me away, to the flawless fields,
bathed in orange topaz skies, where the dust
still remembers what all living things were called.
If we are to turn to dust, then let us be the dust
that settles on the keys of a piano left out in the rain
and makes it play alone, without hands, without forgiveness;
a powder of fireflies over the city that denied us,
a stardust breathing in the lungs of the morning,
two silences that recognize each other and ask for nothing more.
If the power of the mystery of Existence
And life
Did whisper truth to my ears
Why, it would seem that the one to save my soul
Is just a heartbeat away!
Yes, for my cause, he fell
From the abode of grace and stability
For my love
He accepted to let go of his ruling ego
And he did, so subtly,
Infiltrate into my own macrocosm
To totally submerge my ethos
With the many butterflies swirling
In mad ecstatic glee in his own microcosm!
Why, it would seem that he holds the key
To the padlock of my heart
It would seem that he knows how to take me
There, to that land found beyond the clouds
There, from where we fell
There, the abode all earthlings yearn for
There, where we shall go after our journey ends here!
Pray, if only, if only I could be given an entry point
Into his heart
I would have read and noted all the engravings
Found on the walls thereof
And I would have made of them, the stories of our lives!
Yes, if only I could let my senses be submerged in
The engulfing essence therein
I would have penned more elevating words of poetry
Pray, if I could just wriggle myself in
Propelled by a warm touch and by an equivalent desire
Why, I could have created for us,
An abode on Earth, same as the one from which we fell
To allow us both
To live in sooth and to make of our stay
Worthy of being humanity's love's balm!
Why, to allow the taste of my savior's rapture
To stay forever imprinted in the very depth of my soul
I shall even renounce the world
Yes, for, of what use is a temporary and fluctuating world
When the glory of eternity shines forth!
For Contest Let me Into Your Heart
Written on 16 August 2017
Tenacious ichor tells entire construction
Divulges puerile battles during idle procedure
Relic compiling spotlight show seduction
Library ivory tower truth siphoning beseecher
Adapted lady adorns princely throne
Padlock hammocks tween valuable threads
Warm cove cocoon moors love's loan
Imbibing cover only, for information dreads
Mould folded within her novel costume
Pacifying massage, limbs lubricated levitate
Elephant keratin tusk thrusts impromptu
Smudge of shame fades chalk dust archaic
- Fifth September
Fabricating Sculptor
Secrets remain hidden,
A story stays untold.
Walls grow taller,
And the padlock keeps it closed.
Keys are given
To all who reside within
And to the few who earn my trust.
Because what lies inside
Was meant to be hid.
The outside,
A perfect dreamhouse,
White-picket fence and all.
How ironic,
The same colour of drywall
In which I watched a crater form.
Few visitors ever see
What goes on
Behind closed doors.
Once I give them a spare key,
Nothing is hidden anymore.
The doorknob beckons for your hand
Before it’s too late.
Now you see inside the house,
And I know
What happens next.
Now you know my secrets,
My deepest, darkest fears,
And that shatters your lens,
Because I am now real.
But the windows are now smashed,
The story’s been told,
Walls are still crumbling,
And a new padlock now holds.
light d i m m e d for Hathor
she wants to bring in Persephone
chocolate candle dripping consciousness
creating a new silicone valley of light//sound//water//spectral multidimensional fields//
cheap caramel cinnamon wine leaks
from cracked tumbler like DMT bubbles
rose petals slowly f
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eep ^^^^ 00 from EXALTED STATE
to MIDNIGHT blue galaxies or Source
but s
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dreamin’ crystalline BOHERENCE not
C O H E R e n c E
CREAM slowly licks strawberries
mint growing jazz numbers invisible
break padlock says NI to AI
indigo shadows seep across Lyran lakes
Persephone emerges
screams P pppp ee
Melinoe tip toes alongside
dark maroon banks
dragging her ghosts aaa
/\/\
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no moron is Hades
says lose idea of typing text
holocymatic race ___grids base
sit in O W N resonance field
to twelvefold dimensional sanctuary
this is keys to freedom
Light >> yin-yang
I glanced out my window watchin' kids plod along to school today.
I recalled my school days and how things have changed along the way
I watched the little fellers hunched over with their over-loaded packs.
'Tis a wonder the little dudes don't develop a twitch in their sacroiliacs!
I wore overalls and shoes that I was told by Mom I'd better not scuff!
Nowadays, kids are sportin' Rebok shoes and all kinds of fancy stuff!
If they don't have the latest and greatest, they're bound to pitch a snit!
Appearances mean everything even to kindergartners, on the face of it!
To begin school in days of yore, I was required to supply a pot of glue,
Couple of No. 2 pencils with erasers, ruler, ink and a ruled pad or two.
Wrapped in a newspaper for lunch, a baloney sandwich and apple for a snack.
When my grandkids showed me their list of supplies, I nearly had a cardiac!
Included were - a backpack, Rigatoni noodles, crayons and composition books,
A cell phone, calculator, protractor and for reading, one of those fancy Nooks,
Facial tissues, scissors, a ruler, colored pencils, pencil sharpener and erasers,
Elmers glue, Ziploc bags, a ream of paper and plastic dividers to use as spacers!
One change of clothes in case of accident to include underwear, pants and socks,
Disinfectin' wipes, three-ring binders and a padlock for individual locker locks!
I am caused to pause and ponder how we "oldies" got a solid education,
Sans all the geegaws and fancy frills that are now required for graduation!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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