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Summertime Contest
Sponsor: Janis Thompson
Daylight savings peeked through the equinox,
The dog days have arrived with morning dew,
Sweet lil’ Ella playing in the sandbox,
West sets the orange sun, oh what a view.
A midsummer’s day holds beams of yellow,
While the midnight stars sprinkle good luck dust,
Campfire with s'mores, a yummy marshmallow,
Papa’s famous hamburgers, man I’m stuffed!
Fresh cut lilies placed gently at her grave,
Summertime was her adored time of year,
“I love you mamma”, out of chalk engraved,
Swimming pools cloaked with little neighbors near.
This season of warmth has been God given,
Oh, what a beautiful world we live in.
Date Written: July 1, 2016
Awakened naturally—no need to go
to the bathroom—I peeked through
the blinds of the bedroom window and
there it was; had I been dreaming or was
this all just a glorious morning awakening?
The tall thin tree branches with greening leaves
rhythmically swayed and dangled in the air—the
electric wires hanging and swinging lowly before
them—as if waves flowing towards some distant
shore; and eastward, were likewise leafless trees:-
Looking down and out onto the green
terrestrial shores can be seen bushy flora
dancing to a ska-raggae-like beat coming
from the rhythmic flowing wind spreading
an amazing scenic view of the time in space
between dying winter and the resurrection
of the spring’s coming joy and her coming
hopes—springing towards ascension:-
Gradually, an interlude of calmness
rolled in and a few rhythmic sky-tears began
to splash onto the outside bedroom window seal,
fogging the pane. I closed the blinds, rolled over
and closed my eyes; when I awoke again, I got up
and went out onto the wet patio where it all
became apparent that it was not a dream but
rather, a blessed beautiful beaming God sent day.
Suddenly, like falling shooting stars across the sky,
beautiful rain-like snowdrops began rhythmically
flowing down upon the terrestrial green canvas;
quickly disappearing, leaving dew-like reflections.
No, not hale nor snow, but lengthy white long
raindrops; white elongated raindrops sparkling
the green grass; but after only a few minutes,
these ceased to fall; gone were the wind and the
dark veiling clouds; liberating the brightness of
God’s raised sun.
Once again, how amazingly mind-blowing
is the seasonal timing between dying winter,
newborn spring, wet grass and another beautiful
sunshine day perpendicular to the earth with God.
I heard them on the porch.
They crept up stealthily, like ninjas.
Not wanting to be heard, initially.
Their breathing was so loud, it woke me before I noticed their scurrying. They scurried like
Small, heavy, hundred pound baby bears.
I peeked at them from behind my curtain.
Started to count them. One, two, three, four, at least five.
I wondered if the little ones
Would survive. The largest ones were mean and aggressive.
They slapped each other’s hands as it reached for the cat food.
Lots of screeching. Not ninja-like now.
Angry if anyone else wanted a nibble.
The biggest one was not sharing
even one tiny sand-like crumb with the little ones.
Their mother?
I hope not. If so, she should be ashamed of herself.
The little ones began to busy themselves trying to find
Crumbs of crumbs of crumbs anywhere on the porch.
She was not sharing.
I felt sorry for the little beasties as I watched them hunt in vain
While maybe mom feasted in front of them.
Slurping wildly, and rudely.
If this was their mother,
She was giving them more than a bit of a hint
To stop following her and find their own food.
They followed her off the porch
As she left, fat, satisfied, and selfishly full.
On the gloomy day of his Grandma’s funeral
at the cemetery…he was trying to be brave
but when it came time to go back home…he could not leave her grave.
He stood their all alone…wondering if anyone would understand
until his mother walked up beside him and gently took his hand.
“A day like today shows us how our heart can ache…how much it can bleed…
I will miss her too!” she said. “Take all the time you need.”
“I’ve been thinking of all the times I walked into her arms.” He said.
“What makes me sad today is that I’ll never walk into them again…
from today…I only walk away.”
“And from today every step we take”, his mother said
“every minute, every hour, every day
as unfair as it is…takes us farther and farther away."
“I don’t want Grandma to be sad.” he nodded…”I don’t want to upset her.
I don’t want her to think, now that’s she’s gone, I ever will forget her.”
The mother smiled, squeezed his hand and said, “There’s something you should know.
Grandma will always be a part of you…she’ll never let you go.”
“You cannot forget someone you love…they stay a lot closer than they seem
Grandma will pop up any time you think about her…any time you dream.”
He looked up at his mothers as their tears began to flow
Then smiling through his tears he said, “I guess it’s time to go.”
HIs mother nodded, ‘Yes it is…don’t worry, Grandma will understand.”
and they walked away together…silently…hand in hand.
Suddenly the sun peeked through the clouds
and with his face illuminated by her beams
he turned around
waved goodbye to his grandma saying,
“I will see you in my dreams.”
Ever brew tea in an industrial brewer?
I did just yesterday with a tea bag fewer
then more have seen. I watched it drip
mixing water with steam and drip leaving
lines in between, the loose leaves.of tea.
A star pattern there when I peeked to see
what a tea maker brews inside of a T.
And when the heat hit my eyes I realized
what was so familiar to me...'do mine path'
was inscribed in the leaves.
I considered to know what I believe.
I paused to consider what might deceive.
Just and before I tossed the leaves.
... smiles.
you ARE a dope and I'm knot mean. Just
neurotic transmission of the secret unseen.
A VEnue open to peace in the mind
blowing open holes that Time left behind.
It's a network framed in a windy rhyme.
It's a new avenue and a way to be kind.
Well.come.to the filters mind. A pleasure
of a center that we all can find.
Neurotransmitter. A natural ChiMe.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dopamine
Dopamine was first synthesized in 1910 by George Barger and James Ewens at Wellcome
Laboratories in London, England.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Qi
Ch'i
Qi
It is frequently translated as "energy flow," and is often compared to Western notions of
energeia or élan vital (vitalism) as well as the yogic notion of prana. The literal
translation is "air," "breath," or "gas" (compare the original meaning of Latin spiritus
"breathing"; or the Common Greek p?e?µa, meaning "air," "breath," or "spirit"; and the
Sanskrit term prana, "breath" ).
Form:
Her seed turned into a bud the day she was miraculously conceived,
she peeked on a cool February day during the mid-afternoon-
Pink R O S Y cheeks with such brown eyes; it was so hard to believe,
her beauty shined with day beams as her effloresce began to bloom.
days into weeks…
weeks into years…
still with R O S Y cheeks…
as I shed sweet mother tears…
During July she blossomed more than any other time I could think of,
she grew taller but still so itty-bitty in complete comparison to me-
Many thorns grew as she transformed into a young lady I dearly loved,
she found independence as she struggled in the breeze to be free.
days into weeks…
weeks into years…
still with R O S Y cheeks…
as I shed sweet mother tears…
Time had passed as she met a young man who flourished her with desire,
rain had encountered, yet it nourished their relationship and made plans-
Just about the time her father and I decided to take a break and retire,
she walked down the aisle with a dozen pink colored roses in her hands.
She held such beauty as she closed her eyes with the sun fading into twilight,
in the morn’s fresh dew she awoke with such bloom as her thriving peeked-
The floret of her essence remains a sore eye for my lovely wondrous sight,
for she’ll always be my pure embellishment with those pink R O S Y cheeks.
*Dedicated to my beautiful daughter, Ella ROSE.*
My nickname for her is Ella "Rosy Cheeks"
And in words, she blooms - Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Casarah Nance
Date Written: August 23, 2016
REFLECTIONS AND VISIONS
I had laughter and occasional tears
As memories bubble up, unbidden
And thinking back to my early years
Times were quite different back then
The basics were dominant in my life
And luxuries were rare, as I recall
Yet, ambition was lurking deep within
That drove me to learn and apply
A pathway to achievement, I’d say
Albeit in a direction hardly chosen
But stumbling toward a realisation
That what is given should be used
Initially, perhaps to help mankind
But soon a dream was surrendered
To embrace the technological world
Where travel and experience grew
In a slick and less protected sphere
I survived, but with scars, I know
Until the magnetic call of industry
Clutched at me, suited and ready
Finance showed its alternate face
A career portfolio was established
Returning to health and social focus
Oh, but what was I really thinking
That politics would shrink away
Leaving me again, disappointed
But also fatigued, even with life
Retirement then peeked at me
A workplace ridden with lost hope
And seemingly in a flash, it ended
These days, I am saddened to say
It is tears and occasional laughter
Like a seedling reaching for
the sun's warm rays,
Each of you helped me to find
my poetic way.
I peeked out, apprehensively.
Yet you danced and shouted,
"Hurray, hurray! Come, with us
and pen your way!"
I still am growing word by word,
Sometimes words flow, other
times, so incredibly slow.
So many times, I desired to stop.
My pen covered and wet with salty
teardrops.
I had to grow here and accept
some poet friends abandon you.
But new ones constantly pop up!
God has seen to it that through
your love, I shan't give up!
I have received the most loving
soupmails from those who see
my potential.
Raising my thoughts to things,
celestial.
Those have spurred me on to
reach that zenith...
I once thought was unachievable,
thank you.
And may your poetic works be
more than just dreamable!
With my love and respect,
~Panagiota Romios~
September 18, 2019
Moon Fantastique
The moon peeked in and said, "Hello!"
And then, shocked, on the floor, slipped my bowl
of trembling, deepest, red jello!
You don't know the delight this sparked in me.
This summer's night, now so glorious with the moon
flooding the room bright.
My sequined slippers like sparkling rainbows, splashed
colors all over the room.
Even the jello rippled a romantic crimson!
As if I were floating in a La Mer Cabernet Sauvignon
Mr. Moon, and me~ah in unforeseen, extraordinary
vintage, sparkling, celestial ecstasy!
June 28,2020
9:30pm PST
I asked my lover; do you love me?
She smiled, said gently, I like you, but do not love you.
I had heard these heartbreaking answers before,
So, I asked again, should we break up, and move on?
She smirked and said, Do whatever you want but just do not jump over the cliff.
Living in Roky mountains, I used to climb a little hill on weekends,
I decided to go to the top and see how the jump from cliff will look like,
Get there, see a girl standing on the ledge,
Carefully got behind her, peeked at the valley below,
Asked her, how do you feel to jump from here?
You are already heart broken, you may not die, but you will break your bones.
I asked her to get down, we sat on a boulder overlooking valley,
It was bright morning, sun shining over blue spruce, clouds drifting around,
We both looked at the blue skies, and wondered what if sun gets blocked by clouds,
Answer was in our hearts; sun still shines brightly behind the clouds.
We joined hands, came down the hill and promised,
Let us be friends before we turn into lovers forever.