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The city is full, dark, not alight...
Mountains of man's creation loom,
The horizon is aglow.
Bleeding into midnight...
Stars glisten in the dome of heaven
Pinholes to another reality.
I lie watching,
The celestial fires of distant realms, flow...
Dance the eternal waltz of oblivion.
A city dark and vast,
Canyons of annihilation.
The only light is heavens fire,
Midnight has come to pass.
City full Dark!
Lighting strobes on Horizon edge...
Watching the wraiths gather in time...
Neon shimmers in the black to life
Against the Night
Dance and twirl, Crack!
Only a damned nation knows,
I lie awake awake watching
the eternal heavenly war
Aglow
Against
infernal black.
As I look up at the countless stars in the night sky,
I can’t help but wonder what’s really up there.
I think we’re a world within a world and that’s why
Light comes through, but from who knows where.
Beyond the darkness shines an everlasting light
That shows through the sky of a black curtain.
The stars are just pinholes in the cushion of night.
We’re just a tiny little speck, of that you can be certain.
We are but one little planet in a galaxy of many others.
If you think we’re alone, then you’re just plain naïve.
Why would someone create such a space without brothers?
Some day soon, we’ll find the answer to this, I do believe.
Who’s to say that we’re not a bug to other beings?
Maybe they look at us as something not so large.
After all, every creature does strange things
Including us humans, thinking that we’re in charge.
Maybe our world is just a marble spinning around
And someone, something, somewhere is just playing with it.
We’re simply a game, a toy in their little playground.
Aren’t you curious, even just a little bit?
"A woodland path in the dappled sun, hushed and quiet "
~A Rambling Poet~
A canopy of trees
filters the sun for me,
and I am grateful...
For I do not feel like
having the rays glare
in my eyes today,
in a brooding mood I am.
The earth is damp,
drunken with dew,
seemingly commiserating
with me
I lay myself down,
jagged rocks beneath me
--cutting, rough--
and I welcome it
For it grounds me,
a reminder
that not everything
is sunlight and blooms
I sink in my darkness
and close my eyes
to dwell in it and drown,
just sighing
For an eternity,
I am mired with
muck and moss in my mind,
thoughts eroding
to nothingness
...until I open my eyes
to Wonderment
The trees above me
stand tall and proud
in their radial glory,
the sun just
breaking through,
shimmering, dappling
my cold being
Leaves gilt with light
blink back in awe
and I am floored,
blanketed by warmth
of hushed spirits
surrounding me
These trees
tell their tales
of growth and survival,
of yearning for
that light,
of their struggle
to catch a glimpse
of heaven...
of capturing
its light,
using it,
feeding off from it,
in order to
give back to others
some of them stumble
yet most of them
succeed
I am humbled.
I am awed.
Yes, the canopy
gave me shade,
temporary darkness
from the light,
I look up again
and realize
that the tiniest
pinholes of hope exist,
reaching deep within...
little sparks
that set off
a chain reaction
of life
--June 11-12 (2011)
When she stepped up to hold my hand, pale faced,
something to tell me, I needed to know,
three words 'I love you' now had been replaced
with 'I am pregnant', plus a bump to show.
My mind and heart and soul all took long strides
in seconds from my youth to fatherhood,
the conflict of emotions felt inside
tempered by promises of something good.
We shopped and browsed for baby clothes and toys,
not thinking about pink or powder blue,
she felt a bonny girl, I wished for boy,
but healthy, really, either one would do.
The answer came, crying, after midnight,
one January, nineteen eighty-eight,
five pounds eight ounces, mother held her tight,
time stopped, we lived for now, future could wait.
In retrospect, I wish the future had-
it brought presents which I did not expect,
like bitterness and pain, daughter and dad
now torn asunder, all foundations wrecked.
Nine years since we last spoke, I do recall,
pinholes where photos hung upon the wall.
For contest 'Joys and tears of being an expectant parent', sponsor Olive Eloisa Guillermo.
15th July 2018
I could have cried like a bride at a funeral
Bled out, dry. I could have but I was already
dehydrated...I
i think of you
I wish someone could turn the
moon back on, turn the dimmer back up
on the stars. I can't stand these dark
black nights void of even one tiny ray
of light. I am tired of walking blind through
the evenings of my everyday life...I
i think of you
Yesterday I dreamt the night sky exploded.
Bright white pinholes of light appeared .
It was as if an invisible hand was holding a huge
Fourth of July sparkler against a waterfall of black gold.
I watched the oil well blaze. The whole Earth was on fire.
The world was burning hot. Without fear I walked through
the flames warm, comforted as if I was being held in his light...I
i think of you
Still in the grip of my sleep suddenly an ocean appears.
its water rises and shapes itself like the head of a dragon.
Its neck is shaped like a Chinese silk fan. At the same time
it is just a huge wave. The kind surfers expect to find in heaven.
There is nothing threatening about this apparition.
Quite the opposite like the fire it feels as if it is a part of me...I
i think of you
Do I miss you?
Miss you? I died with you!
There's a knock at my door but I'm not here.
Life's going to have to wait. I'm in hiding.
I feel safe inside my walls. In reality my bedroom light
is all the outdoors I need. It is my Sun. I hate here without you.
So I lie in my bed motionless starring into my nothingness and I...
i think of you
(Frozen!)
As time passes...introspective...I begin to understand.
The earth, the air, the fire, the water all the elementals are him.
(I begin to thaw!)
He is with me even in my ignorance he has never left me.
You can take the lord into your heart without a word by accepting his light.
(Slightly cold!)
A deeper, purer understanding. A trust that rejects the dark no
matter how black. I am a part of all, a part of one as you are. A part of me.
(Warm!)
I open my curtains...watch the dark exit
hurried as love rushes in. Firmly in his hold...I
I think of you...
Once again with you.
Fully! We...the power of one...I
I think of us.
The Beginning!
March 25 2015
Armand
Eke out, O my living?
On what grounds do ye speak?
Based on our thanksgiving?
O turkey, through creek creak!
Wind atop the atoll low?
Steady, then first blow.
Ogre, ochre. Fast or slow?
Gold, give off thy glow...
Tyrant of the ocean deep;
Through dark chasm leap?
Horror, do ye find life cheap?
Challengers to creep...
Thought-light, gloss over the spark?
Fire, light up the dark?
Covenant? Communion, ark?
Hone, upon the bark...
Fill in, O ravine? Unseen.
Trail lead through the green.
Emptiness, fill each machine?
Will it work, I deen...?
Dismay, spring from dynamite?
Nuclear, gone white?
Pinholes, curtains, nine knives, night!
Rampage on the right!
Queen of civilized world, wait?
Hie across the strait!
O for those who prattle, prate!
Rage at higher rate!
Barbarians, gather?
Oppose such as this?
Well, we wouldn't rather.
Sail on, black abyss...
CHRYSALIS
Sitting in silent reverence
I gaze upward towards your galaxy...
The endless canopy stretched out
Before all eyes...
An infinite splendor of
Light, energy, portals, stars
Mysterious unknown spaces
Silent notes fill my soul
Playing my heartstrings
Reminding me of ancient memories
Memories of...
Our journey together
Inside the chrysalis
I embrace you...
Growing together
Intertwined in color and form and design
We breathe as one
We expand and sprout into life
Preparing to fly
Birthing at the same moment
I reach my moist orange wing
Out into the calling air
As my outer shell falls away
Your wings move slowly
Drying in the breeze
Twins we are
Twin butterflies embarking on
Our journey upward
Rising and turning we ride
The warm air funnels
In joy and delight
We laugh in our own language
As moondust beckons us further
We melt into darkness
In an instant light is eclipsed
I can only see the glow
Of your eyes
Color is absent
Glow...Glitter...Reflection...Shine
Orbs of light and time above us
Blue Black transparent silk
With a million pinholes of light
Shining through
A nod to the Creator
How grand you are
How magnificent
Everything as it is...
Perfect intention and magnitude
With alignment of essence
To swim in the stars
To dive into the Milky Way
To ride a comet until its
Last breath of light dies
There is no greater gift
My heart sings and rejoices
For the consciousness of
This moment in time
Looking down on Mother Earth
I see her and I love her
I see her Creator hold her gently
Glittering webs of tears and light
Connect us
Galaxy and stars and earth...
We pulse together
We exhale together
We bleed together
We are one
1/18/2021
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First Place (1 of 3)
A eulogy on the car radio:
he was a good friend to all.
It begins to rain.
On the road an opossum family,
bodies strewn
according to size and age,
some pancaked, some
playing dead forever.
A lobster gave up its existence
for me,
was boiled alive for me.
I did not hear it scream,
but a dog began to bark
and would not stop.
The red and black restaurant
yaws like a Spanish galleon,
rain splatters windows,
the booth plunges through the wake
of a stormy squall.
A seagull crashes into a porthole,
not here,
yet I hear the wet, red splutter
of its drowning.
I imagine it is raining
inside the restaurant
lobster eyes follow me out,
they drill small black pinholes
into the back of my mind.
Driving home.
The radio:
The rain will end everywhere shortly.
When the rain doesn't stop
no one says anything.
They are making plans
for the funeral of a great man,
again they say that he was a friend to all;
few had anything bad to say,
few knew him.
Dead birds litter the roadside,
The sky is racing too fast to be read.
Nobody has mentioned
the dead birds, the weird sky.
A lack of context crawls
around in a glass tank unable
to explain a thing.
Later that night
I overhear
hermit crabs broadcasting lies
into their empty shells.
Why are there stars, Grandma?
Well, darling. At night, God gets tired
And before sitting to relax
He turns on the show in the sky
It starts with a colorful sunset
Then as the sky turns dark
He lights many flickering candles
But why, Grandma?
It makes God happy to sit back and enjoy His creation
He wants to share it with all men, women and children
So the diamonds in the sky will belong to everyone equally
What do you mean, Grandma?
The big black sky is full of little pinholes
That let us peek at the brightness of the other side
What’s the other side, Grandma?
Well, stars remind us of our loved ones
Since our souls return to heaven when
We’re done down here on earth
Like great-grandma and great-grandpa
That’s where they have their new home
Really, Grandma?
Yes. Go to sleep now, my little one
With this magic kiss on your cheek
Let your soul travel through the night and visit
Great-Grandma and Great-Grandpa among the stars
But I don’t remember them, Grandma.
They remember you, darling
And they love your nightly visits
Good night, my little darling
Good night, Grandma.
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
THE SUNFLOWERS- With the morning sun on the rise, they slowly lift their heads and their petals of yellowish-gold spread smiling with the sun.
THE HOUSE- As a passer-by, sitting atop a hill all trim and newly touched with a brush, it's white and blue shutters swing to the light breeze as quiet sets the mood.
THE LAMP- On low-glow, dimness surrounds the light beige drapes and the leaves from the long-stemmed plant sag downward as if fireworks were falling.
THE HIGHCHAIR- The tray all covered with remnants of chocolate pudding and cookie crumbs sits empty and all alone in the corner...mom holds baby boy on her shoulder where he rests his head and sleeps
THE DOG- Sitting on the edge of a bay window quietly looking at the rain dropping, she sits with her eyes drooped and her head resting on her front paws.
THE SUN- As it rounds the world, hues of light and dark blues set the tones of dusk and dawn...birds, bees and butterfly's paint the skies.
THE OCEAN- A shoreline of white caps ripple while calm waters beyond views sailboats, seagulls, and spotty white fluffy clouds in the horizon
THE MOON- Surrounded by pinholes, the huge white hole in the sky brightens the paths through the forests and alleys where lovers hold hands and stare at falling stars
THE MOUNTAINS- Above the lake, their shadows mirror. Colors of brown, orange, red and green is center staged around the log cabin off to the left, to the right...a man and his son fishing from the dock.
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