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Creations of the almighty are inexplicable,
The Bee Hummingbird to the blue whale or the elephant,
Each creature has a unique form and shape; admissible!
Whether they're the same in stamina is irrelevant...!
Umbrellas-like in multicolor; no handle to hold,
Jellies of strings and ribbons interior-decorate;
Though flexible as though frail creatures, they are truly bold,
Water-color-like, they camouflage and consume the bait...!
Their swimming is like ballet dance in colored costumes,
With poisonous spray how ghastly they paralyze their prey!
Midst sea horses and other animals are their great glooms,
Mystically and miraculously they thrive each day...!
Like lonely stars of the sky are jellyfish in the sea,
Midst changing and churning waters, they are merrily free...!!!
Open like a door before me
Be it sun or rain or stormy
Each new year gapes like yawning chasms, dark
And for all my silly scheming
All my notions and my dreaming
Passion's flames won't ever light without a spark
(Oh New Year please burn bright for me)
I can not see your face from here
But how I long to draw you near
And hold you to my bosom like a child
Oh New Year, won't you sing for me
And drown the sad cacophony
Of all the years behind me, lost and wild
(Oh New Year please burn bright for me)
You see, I'd been to hell and back
A hundred times when I lost track
Of all the hopes that blossomed in my youth
With poisons making life surreal
I'd lost the will to thrive or feel
Until the kiss of death revealed my truth
(Oh New Year please burn bright for me)
This year I dream of someone new
The mirrored face that longs to do
The things that he has loosened to the wind
To let go of the fears that bind
That paralyze his heart and mind
And never feel embarrassed or chagrined
(Oh New Year please burn bright for me)
I want to grasp life with both hands
To twirl my spirit on the sands
Of time, and never look back to redeem
But make the most of moments, each
Let laughter, love and friendship teach
My soul the things I never dared to dream
(Oh New Year please burn bright for me)
Burn bright with the hopes of my music and pen
Burn bright with the fire that can love me again
Burn bright with the dreams that churn deep in my heart
Burn bright with the flames of a joyous new start
(Oh New Year please burn bright for me)
And I will burn bright ... for YOU.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Soon It Will Be 2019" Poetry Contest, Cecelia Hopkins-Drewer, Judge & Sponsor.
November gray, predator's prey
Spark of the day stretched away
The month of gloom
For so long....don't stay!
Though time would fly
Yet it's preferential
Cause August slipped away
And September as well
And so has gone the month of fall
But November isn't gonna be so small
Open to debate? Just wait and see y'all
Time would paralyze me
With no other option rather than to recall
Those words serpent and epoch of reticence
penetrated by reminiscence
avert glancing at that glance
exposing mirages of happiness to stay
As it was running away
Cause here it is....
November gray, predator's prey
The month of gloom
For so long....Don't Stay
Yet, futile all the prayers are
The month of gloom
Will Stay
Will Stay
Will Stay
Fear and doubt, let go of me,
I'm ready to set myself free.
I've held on to you for too long,
But now I see, you're doing me wrong.
You whisper in my ear,
Telling me I'm not good enough,
You paralyze my fear,
And keep me stuck in the same old rut.
But I'm tired of being held back,
I'm ready to spread my wings and fly.
I'm ready to take a leap of faith,
And see what life has in store for me.
So fear and doubt, I bid you adieu,
I'm done with your toxic games.
I'm stepping into the unknown,
With courage and determination.
I know it won't be easy,
But I'm ready for the challenge.
I'm ready to live my life to the fullest,
And achieve my wildest dreams.
So fear and doubt, let go of me,
I'm ready to set myself free.
I'm a breakout star
Who's career will go far
Can't wait to drive all the fancy cars
Dreaming of a life that has no scars
I keep leaning on the ledge
My work is so cutting edge
I'm so happy I have finally been read
So I can get this insecurity out of my head
I no longer want to dread
What gets in my way or is up ahead
I've been lead one direction then the next
This world can be so complex
Always looking for what is coming next
Thirty-four years ago to the day
My life was altered in such a big way
When life spits you out a big surprise
You want to believe you are so wise
I have had to learn to live with compromise
Realizing it's not possible unless you open your eyes
Nothing in life should paralyze
Our ability to synchronize
What keeps us balanced so we can fly
Creating our direction
With a new kind of protection
That will lead us to overall perfection
Rather than hanging on to the past
That goes by way too fast
We must try and stay on task
So that I can remove this mask
That has followed me from my past
We will reach for the stars
Hoping our careers will go far
Being all that we can possibly be
Make the most of every opportunity
You never know what life turns out for us to see
When your life becomes everything you want it to be
Then you will have no more regrets
Will finally be able to put it all to rest
No longer will it cause such duress
It's all been one big test this life that I see for me
So I might know what is like to be happy successful and free
To understand the man that now lives through me
Threatening predators have a nose for fear
Frantic anxiety, mixes with your own body scent
The sick anxiety that can paralyze
glue yourself in a viscous oil sludge
In this suffocating fragrance
the fireflies dance in the dark
as flash of lightning
Are you sleeping ?
I was somewhere there
Dreams play a many different experience
This dreams that bent me to my knees this night,
was blown away underneath a moonlit cloud
I am on a journey through ever deeper layers in my heart
It requires courage and vulnerability
The wisdom of the heart helps us to navigate
Always let your heart show the true path
Believe it and you will see
A luminous beauty creeps up the hillside
Veiled dew drops, shines like diamonds
All I own are roses in my heart
A beautiful morning sun curved like a bird's wing
Imagine if we could say like the Roman poet Horace:
"Come tomorrow's torments, come
- It was today - I lived! "
06/08/2020
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
Heart Truth Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke
2nd place in the contest
Chains, hay forks, knives, and a hollow whisper,
become more true and sinister.
Halt in the middle of the moon light,
and a waver image soon is no delight.
Voices run a muck in the head,
so not calming you wish you were dead.
Gushing blood through the eye
not an image that you would rely.
Nails stuck on your neck with such pain
so your paralyze just little life sustain.
Hoodlums terrorizing people running a muck
did not really know they are in luck.
More dangerous beings are out their
to commit such act and with sinister stare.
Laughing with haunting echo's through
is an aspect of fear can imbue.
The wind changes direction to smother
the echoing sound of laughter.
The panicking state that you are in
soon drives a knife within.
Blood rushing out of your vain
a crucial part of your life dropping like rain.
Running without a destination
you will never reach anyone of your relation.
Sliding your body on a wall
keeping your fall in a stall.
Red eyes you can see it at night
is soon devouring you with little bite.
Changing your belief with tonics of relief
and it is to late to turn a new leaf.
Ears start to deceive the animals sound
eating limbs are chewing around.
Slowly your red eyes steadily getting heavy
is starting to take your life with a levy.
Dropping down with no attitude
and your life force slowly loses altitude.
Breathing comes not so easy
smelling flesh seems so beastly.
The change comes a desire
with frightening red eyes of fire.
Comes more lethal than the hoodlums
your heart beating like drums.
Your hand becomes all fury
claws come out and your howl with furry.
Trance your in with no one to blame
a rage thats hundreds of centuries of flame.
Rising from a slumber of long lust
a animal instinct that you can trust.
Tearing things apart with no meaning
is a trait that is so deceiving.
Red eyes at night you see in a window
like a poisonous black widow.
Keeps you in attack mode of insanity
that takes all your vanity.
Ferocious emotions eating away
the soul that you had once betray.
The echoing sounds of loud thunder
breaks away the armor with sunder.
You fall once again to torturous agony
the feeling of one self is so lonely.
Shaking in the corner you are found
with blood soaked skin you drowned.
The night becomes day cruel in some way
your memories go in disarray.
The hunters with torches and sinister look
had parted way their hands shook.
I don’t know how memory works…where it ends…or where it starts…
but today I found it guided me to the cemetery of my heart.
It’s a solemn, meditative place that in the heart has no parallel.
The final resting place where our memories go to dwell.
Every person in the world…anyone who’s ever taken a breath
Even if they haven’t yet…will one day have to cope with death.
I’ve lost people I love…my parents…family…friends
It’s an inevitable fact of living that…some day…life will end.
When touched by death…memories rush in and the ensuing sorrow can paralyze
then slowly…ever-so-slowly…out of our sadness we start to realize
that the one we lost would not want us to remain sad forevermore…
and we do our best, in their memory, to live…as we once lived before.
It’s as if when death infects us…in an instant…overnight…
the world that once was filled with joy…turns to a gloomy black and white.
Then slowly…if we’re lucky…the healing process begins…
and with the help of our family and friends our smile…and our colors slip back in.
To ensure our memories do not fade away…even though we will forever be apart
we find a quiet place for them to rest…in the cemetery of our heart.
Which is where if found myself this morning…at the dawning of the day…
planting flowers on the graves…and remembering…those I’ve lost along the way.
Dinner was over an hour ago
Counters wiped clean, dishes are washed and dried
I hold my glass up to the light like a color slide,
and see the world, warped, and blurred through the half glass of rosy wine
It makes everything seem clearer, somehow, and sobers my mind
From our long silhouettes, we sit on the lawn, and gaze to the mountains,
talking quietly, and sipping the pink charodonnay
Dark of the shade seems to drink up the light of day
Summer carols being sung by two mourning doves,
are accompanied by a choir of crickets in the dewy grass
calling for reverence in honor of a dying sun
Soft voices are lifted in still air
The pink light seems to paralyze time.
We have found kindness here,
and somehow the grueling trials of the year
seem smaller than they did yesterday
Now the day turns toward the darkness
and we have rid our taste of the dry and bitter dust
of everything that has been said and done
The north wind shakes the trees
and the last leaf that clung so fast and tight
releases its grip, and disappears into the dusk
We shall never need to see where it lands
for we are forbidden strangers to the dark
Let us remain friends with the light
Let us unclench our old resistance
And after we have finished the last drop of wine
we will turn, and go inside
and thank our stars
for the pungent taste
that yet lingers
on our tongues
in case
we might
need
proof
that some years will harvest a bitter taste....
and
some
years
will
harvest
a
crop
blessed
by
the
sun
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For Deb's Contest: "Referential"
reference: Chris Aechtner's Poem: unclench fists
Oh, death*, your reality can bring light
Of divine beauty to those in the light.
Though you’re considered as enigmatic
Your spirituality glows with truth’s light.
Your essence commenced by precious last breath
Shows God’s authority over life’s light.
Never can your sting paralyze blest faith
That shines verity of eternal light.
I can face you with peace-bliss against pain
By the security of Christ, my Light.
*1Corinthians 15:55-56 O death, where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory? The sting of death is sin; and the strength of sin is the law.
April 25, 2019
2nd place, "YOUR CHOICE (3),any form,any theme" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 6/7/2019.