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Visions and Wonders

Your laughter’s echoes are like a broken record in my hysterical brain
I misplaced my journey-like notebook, written in pen and pencil prudently and sincerely
Solace sunrays are embedded in your blue-green eyes and it’s driving me insane
Change is a challenging chore, but as someone once told me, “No one ever stops progressing, but it’s your job to improve frankly!”

Confined to this Depression wars, I feel like I’m frozen forever in his ribcage
Don’t accuse me for committing atrocious felonies – my intentions don’t lean on greed
I love God’s Wonderful deeds indeed! I loathe this fast-paced world, especially in this day of age, sponging up avarice and rage
Be careful what you watch, say, touch, hear, and taste – nourish your family seed

Visions of unforeseen, unforced miracles is a memory I hold dear honestly
I recall years spent on pondering about the tragedy in this fast-paced world and its many crimes
You scan my verses as if it’s a short story, catching your sheer curiosity
You have read me several times like a children’s book with silly Mother Goose Rhymes

I resemble shrouds of misfortune for cat’s sake...Now, am I worthy to be compared to a children’s tale? Am I the cause of the world’s calamity? 
The dusk has dawned upon me…unearth the mysteries in the hollow, tacky atmosphere
Man’s plans were destined to be a fail from the beginning of time – why’s my heart thumping with pride and vanity?
Why should I rely on Man when I have God by my side? He’s the one and only that makes me have tears of hope, not frantic fear!

I’ve seen his wonders, so imperishable! I’m a witness to God’s phenomenal, faultless Work!
Why don’t you look at yourself in the mirror? Let’s face it – we’re all playing roles in this world’s tragedy!
Why are you throwing the blame on me? You resemble an irrational jerk!
I can’t bear being that individual who speaks his mind deliberately – I’m not acting immature! Straighten up your mind; stop acting so silly!

~!@#$%^&*())(*&^%$#@!~

Inspired by Jake Ponce’s poem: Ephemeral and the verse (entitled: The Key To My Heart) written by Jan Allison! Check both poems out and you’ll be amazed and it feels as if you’re placed in their shoes. It’s remarkable. Do look them up and read their works. You won’t regret it. 
^Written by David William Breidenthal^ 
***Date this was written: Thursday, May 29, 2014***
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member Our Own Gethsemane

God painted this portrait of emerald and crimson
Soothing my soul with the brilliant and vivid
Colors of miracles caressing my heart and spirit
Breathing out whispers of sentiments that touch me
With a sense of faith in all that gives hope in this world

God graced the misty mountain morning with a touch
Of joy and inspiration that comes from discovering
Peace that knows no worry or anxiety, but fulfills dreams
With the tender embrace of rainfall that brings with it
Dancing lights of star and moon, insights into satisfaction

God welcomed these jubilant flowers that touch thoughts
With charming desires for tomorrow’s creativity and vision
Moments of encouragement colored in hues of acceptance
Prayers that come alive with amazing intuitions combining
To produce heavenly aromas of kindness felt in this place

God breathed the sparkles into the stars and light into sunshine
Flavored the gardens with delicate hands to harvest all the gifts
From this rich and raw soil which knows nothing of depression
But feels alive with all of nature’s senses and direction, the course
Toward sweet talents sent down from heaven to bless us

God’s garden was Eden, free from evil and even the least sin
Even now, on this earth, there is the feeling of purity and hope
Discovered in the tiny seeds that are planted and nourished
Bringing sprouts of loving plants which fill hearts with serenity
Tranquility that leads hearts to believe in God’s forever, eternity!

God blessed me with a garden and I feel sure He has, ever so gently,
Touched my heart with a piece of true fertility only found within
The one who believes in the Son who found Himself in the garden
Of Gethsemane, awaiting the moment when we would be spared
From the death that only He would need to experience to free us all

God gave us more than a garden when He spared us our own Gethsemane
He gave each one of us a gift of pure, phenomenal love without conditions
A love that would be the answer to every prayer, every mystery, 
Love that arises when we discover the answers can only be found 
In the spiritual intimacy attained with a relationship bought and paid for by Him,

Our personal Savior… The giver of all the flowers, gardens and vivid portraits
Of nature!





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July 30, 2020

First Level of How We Can All Belong

Everyone back to grey 
unity of our colors shows the others 
we notice them today 
Everyone choose white or black 
you can always play shadow and follow 
each stage for three days. 
Everyone it's time for red and blue 
looking for the leaders of whose following who. 
You can always drop out and start again 
on another unsuspecting day 
Leaders now green and yellow 
hard to obsess this much and spotlight 
yourself in the hidden or obvious. 

Everyone back in black 
unity of our colors confuses leaders again 
we learn from them and maybe they 
follow or try to lead again 
Everyone its Orange or Purple 
stole the spotlight of yesterday 
and jumped ahead to foreshadow their parade 
Everyone it's time for all those names and numbers 
you can always single yourself out 
and start from the last back to the first 
on the most predictable days. 
Follow one another without obviousness of 
those who never even knew 
Easy to fail the others who may one day 
fail you too 
and show yourself for the unsuspecting fool. 



Everyone out of place 
something, anything white 
this level of control is addictive and honestly self right. 
Did anyone predict the unpredictable 
choosing black from red 
why won't i abuse you when you ignore 
the patterns i try to lend 
Everyone in yellow or blue 
such a cultic masterpiece of 
truth 
deception 
mischieviosness 
and deception 
Everyone in green or black 
I would give anything, anything 
to have you wear that 
choose new leaders to make the stage 
and then tomorrow do what you can 
to take it away 
Hard to obsess this much 
and try not to point out 
the three holidays 
that lie between 
the simple four day work week 

Easy to know within yourself 
that you may have accomplished, 
the impossible 
to obsess for 18 days and enjoyed the illusion that everyone else was too. 
Difficult to prove phenomenal masterpiece 
of everyday life 

My apprentices, 
what will you decide when you reach the 19th day? 
My adversary's 
does it make you glad that you can always try again? 
My masterminds, 
what will you decide to be the purpose of this 
when the choice is yours to decide? 
Will you see me following you when it's time?

The Olympics

Those trademark circular elements of style in vogue every four years
When the crème de la crème of the athleticism 
presents itself on the world stage
Suspending and transcending any present day internecine conflict
Allowing, enabling, and proffering the five continents 
And gathering of top-notch mental, physical and spiritual prowess
Extant with adroit prolific curved arabesques on one corner of the globe
That (like Noah with his Ark kit) human techno wizardry
Bedazzles viewers charting unparalleled feats 
Whereby the human body defies the laws of physics and challenges gravity
Fielding a hypnotic colorful tapestry 
Whereby the woof and warp of any melancholy moody blue, mellow yellow
Gunmetal green, roman a clef real time red doth white out
The dark knight, temporarily sequestered in a bishopric
Of faux queenly royalty, where a pawn 
out the parapet of her castle keep
She imbibes requiem toward protesting the limits of *****sapiens 
Inherent parameters, where fluid dynamics 
of each most supreme contestant 
Sans his/her specialized arena
Further the prior leg holds with free from arm-twisting head lock
And make a mockery of invisible manacles 
Purportedly and formerly believed to tether man/woman kind
With unbreakable hidebound genetic/ chromosomal restraints
But nay to those who professed impossibility against the reins 
Boxed and fenced in by bow rings set by Mother Nature
Well nigh obsolete and superfluous
What with evident burlesque stellar performances 
Leaving the spectators starry eyed with collective mouths agape
As polished prominent performers blithely offset previous milestone
Setting a new yardstick to measure the Olympian capacity
That Heracles and Zeus would most likely deem 
as some sort of magic trick
Yet lo, the sensational and majestic pageantry absolutely serious 
Lying to rest what used to be merely amateur games
Whereby most any novice could coax a charade, façade, travesty et cetera
Without fear of getting flagged, but phenomenal exhibitors of today
Can nearly bank on netting a truckload of worldly wide wealth
Whereby a hand-made Scottish tartan Harris Tweed welcome mat
Ushers August men and exuding mettle and iron clad dedication
With pomp and circumstance into pantheon of future legends!
Form:

Sobering a Happy Addict

I was born married to the master of subservience,
      fell in love with the master of somnolence.
           
I dissolved Reality, divorced carnal calamites,
and the raw ache of captivated chaos.
I commanded a tactical tilling of damning emotions
and made a bed among the poppies,
so I could forever seduce Sleep at the edge of Oblivion.

I sold my soul and barely chafed chastity
for a phenomenal phantasm of passionless pleasures
beyond Gates of Ivory.

Wafting winds cradled creativity and I was a starving minion,
a zealous zephyr, questing after the deep highs
to capture luscious laughter and opium kisses
from Slumber’s linen wings.

My psyche reveled in these unrestrained orgies
climaxing far above ashen alleys
where life corroded the living.

A patron of illusions,
always hunting for more fruitful fascinations,
avoiding natural navigations through wicked whining
and the sight of probing pairs of crescent craters
searching for substance in battered faiths.

Deliberately oblivious to the sadistic salutes
of Godforsaken souls;
sleep inoculated against plagues of Pathos
that dawned with prehistoric procreation.

Amethyst apparitions fiercely feigning blindness
replaced callous captions with textile thoughts;
such beautiful deceptions, flawlessly manufactured
to be reality resistant.

Yet, I was sleep abandoned,
blistered by drops of winged darkness,
deceived by twisted twins.

Euphoria arrested, phantom limbs flailed,
swatting swarms of bleak sobriety
but Death was already aroused,
masturbating memories I thought I’d purged.

Retribution for a life lived at the edge of death?

Pollyanna caught loitering, rotting in sweet dreams
and living in the mirrored mirage of a Glad Book illustration.

My disturbed somniloquies became railroaded ramblings,
paranoid confessions of a Happy Addict,
torn from forgotten scenes, stripped of sunny sided semantics.

Death swaddled my crippled soul
mummified in the bunting guts
of my patchwork playground.

Each time I blink a resentful, halcyon curtain cries
yearning for my cuckolded Life.
This restless, sentient existence is eternally mine,
dictating discharges of cruel insomnia.

Pinched, folded, and squeezed
in the fiddling fingers of inescapable reality.


Premium Member Fear


It is a secret
You’re afraid to reveal
Too much of your heart
You’re afraid, so you conceal
The real you, the real truth
The hues of hope and faith
The sweetness of such grace

It is a worry
You’re too aware of
A darkness that hurries
To dim your sparkle, to dissuade
Your kindness, your blazing
Spirit, your warmth and sincerity
The feelings that make you believe
In the brilliance of a light…
That pours out over the blackest night

It is a doubt
You’re ashamed to speak of
A discouragement, a dread – clouding
Out all the good, the amazement,
The wonders that assure the soul
There is a joy that grows and grows,
A miracle so abundant it consoles,
Phenomenal love, compassion so perfect

It is a lonely ache
Surviving the hopes in your heart,
Isolation from the whisper of grace,
Seclusion from the chance
To reach out to someone with faith,
Smile through the burning of a past
Where you didn’t know kindness or the
Meaning of relationship – fulfillment

It is a detested place
Where there is no honesty or thanks
Where light never makes its way
Through the desperation, the grief, the despair
That seems to penetrate each inspiration
With seeds of distrust and reservations,
Suspicions that keep you from the answers, 
The trust that stirs your heart to assurance

It is there, in the shadows
Where hearts are broken and spirits
Are destroyed by the sorrow and pain,
The endless feelings of loss and disgrace
The abundance of miseries and mysteries
Who make life feel like a horror tale
Instead of the promising narration of inspirations…

The poetry of a life who is guided
By the hand of One who knows 
The heart is made up of more than one
Poem, more than one tale, more than one
Verse that leads to the conclusion, the victory
Comes in believing that the ending, the finish line
Will bring a reassurance, a confidence, more penetrating than the 
Past could possibly destroy with its uncertainty and malice!

The poetry of a life – is created by
Listening to His love – His light
Breathing softly, gentling…
All the dark shadows and strife
And - FEAR is the final sacrifice!






Revealing Your Soul And Other Tension Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Sotto Poet
January 8, 2023

Premium Member Their Baby Girl Turned Out Exceptional

Their baby girl turned out exceptional


Their baby girl is very exceptional
Her script perfect
She always had a book in her hand
Reading every spare minute
With a sponge like focus
At craft fairs, for example
She would hide under the table and read
At funeral services and church
She always brought a book
She would always read, read
For her birthday she wanted every episode 
Of Criminal Minds, she never wanted toys
A book, or something stimulating her mind 
To her was gold
She would also multitask her art
Oils and knitting, all self taught and really good
With her schoolwork
And sports
Swimming, karate and water polo
She was the very best at what she did
All through her schooling
Every single day  
Every single day
She never received a grade less than an A
She was class valedictorian
She was phenomenal,  
A swan that was always a swan
And recently she completed her first semester
At nursing school with a continued perfect record
Of all A's, all advanced courses
To me this is amazing
If I'm beaming the answer is yes
I spoke with, or should I say joked with the ex
Whose genes did she inherent? Whose?
Because It's neither of us
We laughed, one of the few times we did
I once wrote to my baby girl
Nineteen now, yet she's still my baby
I wrote to her a beautiful poem 
About a blossoming rose
Growing to new heights, so elegant and beautiful 
Nurtured, loved and cultivated
And she wrote back ... wherever they put me
In life, emphasizing they, I'll blossom that's my promise
I read her response over and over
In my mind, shedding tears
At her conviction, strong
I got to thinking ...
Her being uprooted earlier on in life
Watching her parents divorce, being hurt as a child
Having fears 
Spurted her growth, ambition and drive
In my eyes it did
Affecting her in a way that she carried
A chip on her shoulder wanting to be the best
Proving her parents made a mistake in abandoning her
Just this past holidays, I can see a huge transformation in her
It's really noticeable, unrecognizable
She's matured faster than I wanted
Maybe she's dating, dipping her wet feet
But I see something different
I don't know what it is
She's not my baby anymore

connie pachecho

1/10/17
Form: Bio

For Maya Angelou: Like a Cherished Effigy

I hold it up again today; the world,
Pregnant with magical dimples
Of a child's reckless abandon,
And look at the face,
Then I look at the deep cut
And the pain it inflicted
I look back at the unpaid ransom,
The whips, hands chained to the back
Faces buried deep into the cold wall,
The so-called wall of the world, soaked
By the tears of our raped eyes.
I have seen the world through and through;
The sweet bitterness of living and dying,
The joyful agony of getting and losing;
The memories come clear like crystal
And the weak world whirls by unconsciously
Taking us down its untrodden alluvial depths
And scattering silence nearby and abroad:
Those are the world's worth!

Who amongst us does not have a story?
The world is killing us, thinking, perhaps
That there is sudden rebirth in each death
But those we lost are gone forever
And we bite our lips and rub our eyes,
Alas! Another phenomenon has been lost.

Like a cherished effigy
I hold it up again, the wild world
The nuance feeling surges like thousand waves
And I listen as different sharp sounds
Of cries, nay, moans pierce my ears,
The tears fall in torrents like a waterfall.
The earth, our unconcerned world is killing us,
Like little ants...it kills us with sledgehammer,
Hypothetical villain lurking by street corners
Waiting and waiting, almost impatiently.
But we love the world, and so much so
We cling to life, despite the odds
We want to live, love and be loved,
We want to experience and explore the depths.
We have been heart broken again and again,
And each time we heal,
We lick our wounds and clean our tears
Trying to protect our battered ego.
We hold it up again and again
Like a cherished effigy, smiling
Notwithstanding our heaps of unfulfilled dreams,
Our not-to-clear future, our unheard cry-cracked voices,
Despite the rigours of the trite rituals
Of our religions, our creeds, our norms;
Despite the guns, the bombs, the blades
That cut us clean and shatter our unborn hopes,
We still cuddle our earth like a cherished effigy
Dressed to pattern by virgin children
While it takes us down one after another
Jubilantly like a well trained military marksman.
Alas! Another phenomenon has been gone.
Form: Epitaph

Premium Member Life Song

A fresh pink sky lights up the dawn
Heavenly grace soaring across the mountains
Brilliant whisper of silence caressing the pines
Silhouettes of branches dancing on green grass
Romance and wonders falling on flickers of morn

Shadows are lifted from the tallest sycamores
Releasing showers of dewdrops on the marigolds
Wistful mists rushing toward the cerulean skies
Baptizing the earth in flowing waves of hope
Reminding hearts to listen to the roaring quiet

Sanctity comes alive, thriving on the light
Blessings both gentle and bright, sacred prayers
Coloring the whispery daybreak in rays of grace
Penetrating joy through the pores of a naked soul
Abiding on the inside in hues of serenity and love

Birthing these moments in purity and praise
Falling inspirations on the spirit of our thanks
Alive with thundering anticipation of charms
Not lost on the lonely thoughts of those who know
This is the wonder of days when God exalts

Publishing the generous words of one who gives
From the soul, the faith, love that lives and amazes
With its honesty and honor, its ability to conquer
Filling lives with innocence and inspiration
All that is good of the sweetest imaginations

Kindness pours joy and promise into the life
Lighting a fire of desire for loving thoughts
Breathed on lips who kiss with sincerity
Melting away all animosity, sorrow or darkness
Radiating the thoughts in music of pure passion

Stars and moon twinkle in the heavens, sparkles
Enchanting, inviting, directing the heart towards
Phenomenal pleasures, a sense of God’s blessings
Broken into the place where we can feel prayers
Sighed through the soul, lingering on the credence

Like a love that sings through the affections
Binding all thought of anger or resentment
This peace comes down from above, God’s gift
To us weary pilgrims who yearn for respite
Lifting us up to the heights of elation so thrilling

In the song of this life, God inspires such insight
Into the vibrant feelings, the music of giving
From a heart who loves without any conditions
And listens to the murmur of kindness weeping
Tears flowing, knowing that God abides in the spirit!

Was Made To Stand Out

Ever been in a situation?
Where shall I begin
You did everything in your might
To fit in
Dealt with so much 
Dont know who you are
Feels so out of touch 
Wonder why you never fit  in
With certain people or groups of friends
Its alot making decisions
Uniquely made
Who im growing to be I wouldn't trade
Phenomenal with a plan now
Not the same as everyone
I was made to stand out 

Everybody's not meant to be the same (same)
We are unique in our own way
Its ok 
To not fit in
With the inner crowd 
We were chosen
To be different
And stand out

Opinions people will forever have them
Whether you like it or not 
We have a purpose
That will never be forgot
But you have to reach inside 
Bring out the potential
We are worthy
Were not a rental 
And when it comes to our bodies 
It is a temple 
So whether you have messed  up a few times in life 
Its ok
You are more than what's displayed
No longer making mankind a prioritie
You have a bigger person to answer to with authority
He's there to help map a plan out
Its ok to be different
God made us all to stand out 

Everybody's not meant to be the same (same)
We are unique in our own way
Its ok 
To not fit in
With the inner crowd 
We were chosen
To be different
And stand out

So what are we supposed to do?
When fitting in  is not an option 
It comes with precaution
Don't think of yourself any less
Even at your worse
You still can see your best
And with obstacles
You can pass that test 
With situations
Dont stress
You are different
Uniquely made
By the king of all kings 
Creator of all things 
We are all drop dead different
And that's what's its all about 
No longer apart of the problem
We were made by the best to stand out
Whether we have to stand alone
He did it gave us hope to hold on 
And be strong
In the midst
Of the storms
He will never let harm 
Come our way
If we invite him in our hearts he's there to stay

Everybody's not meant to be the same (same)
We are unique in our own way
Its ok 
To not fit in
With the inner crowd 
We were chosen
To be different
And stand out


Written by:Concetta Hardnett
12/3/2015
Form: Lyric

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