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In the realm of blindness, behold the sight
Eyes, mouths, bodies, and feet in desperate plea,
Caressed by brushstrokes, an artist's decree,
A gem with facets, dripping only with you, so bright.
With each stroke, layers peel, revealing anew,
A different you, forever altering the scene,
Canvases portraying joy, or madness keen,
Yet always, it's you, basking in Regina's sun, true.
Trembling lips invite, the question lingering, why?
As lips brush against strokes, the paint, desires sprout,
The canvas brims with variations, there's no doubt,
A mirror of respect, to which you try.
It chuckles, amused by its own growth and might,
Witnessing a blemish, so grand in its scope,
The rose drips, blushing with natural hope,
A struggle, the bloom and its flush unite.
Passion ignites the eyes, a flame untamed,
Refusing confinement within mundane frames,
For every woman, a sovereign, she claims,
A queen in her own right, forever acclaimed
Like an ebony rose in a province
of ivory and golden flowers,
you poisoned each peaceful petal
with your senseless scent of death.
You were never just another floret.
Was I a fool to sow your seed in
hope your roots would grow strong,
portraying saffron scarlet hues with
an emerald stalk flourishing with
verdant leaves in serene sapphire skies.
When winds blew too boorishly,
I held your supple sepal with bamboo hands,
so your sunshine spirit would not perish
to toxic storms from organic forces.
I was willingly the earth to your foundations,
but your breaths became too bitter,
stinging in selfish stubborn sympathies,
as wild weeds strangled your stalk.
We could have nourished nectar with
hungry insects in need of nurture,
but your grudge left behind
broken bridges with a trail of
crumbling caterpillars seeking wings.
Cuts from your thorns remain,
ingrained as internal inflictions,
but still I plant bulbs to bloom.
To create an oasis of graceful charm,
where blossoms of compassion
softly soothe petals of pardon
in a garden of a wounded soul.
Forgiveness is a heavenly light.
A radiant beacon illuminating
through a canopy of trees,
eradicating shadows of hatred you
left behind like excessive weeds.
A melody of redemption whispers in
harmonious refrains breaking chains
of regret with burdensome pains.
To let go is like maturing buds
releasing the grip of timeless hate,
as my meadows are a symbol of a
divine mantra only welcoming peace.
When you live luxury, people will talk
That's a show off person
When you live Austerity, people will talk
That's a a backpacker
When you're selfless, people will talk
That's a yes-person
When you're selfish, people will talk
That's a narcissistic
Don't let the talkers stop you from
Doing what you know or like.
Dream big, people will always talk
Your dreams are too big
Dream small, people will always talk
That's timid or mediocre
The way you walk, people will always talk
You're walking like you own the earth
The way you talk, people will always talk
You're talking like you know it all
Pray you don't start acting from what you hear
People manipulates and lead others astray.
Do good, people will always talk
That you're portraying to be more righteous
Do bad, people will always talk
Crucify you via discrimination over discernment
You Win, people will talk
You don't deserve the win, it's by luck
You Lose, people will talk
Criticize you for failing what they're ain't capable of
People always want you to do what they want
Not what you want or what they wish on you
People always talks no matter what you do
Do whatever makes you happy and right
Do what enrich and elevate you not evil.
Liquid truths slide silent, like the thoughts
Pieces of the petal whisper soft hues
Blazing dreams amid the shadows, spots
Blurring, warming, passions to suffuse
Lighting the heart with promises bold
Joy portraying all the wonders, a muse
Melodies aching to breath and behold
Delights of the flower, beautiful grace
Following prayers made of genuine gold
Laughter so warm it feels like an embrace
Hugging the spirit with arms so sincere
Abiding in peace, feelings who will replace
All of the mourning, the tears that appear
Yearning for the brilliance of true love
Refreshing the dreams with a premiere
Opening hope inspired from heaven above
Assuring of a prodigy poetry can’t speak of
FIVE STANZA TERZA RIMA Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: L MILTON HANKINS
Used Rhymezone for rhymes
July 13, 2022
Silent, like the moments
Just after snow
Sighs through the still, dark night
Reflecting moon and stars
Hurrying to touch the ground
Smiling, like the break of day
When sunshine breathes
A kiss against the naked face
Whispering gentle wishes
Through the light that strokes
Tender, like a prayer
Kindly, like the psalms
Embracing the heart, the soul
With a intimacy, a vibrant
Hue of grace and music
Promising to baptize hopes
In laughter, lingering
Joy that is so beautiful
It inspires the spirit to dance
Warmly, like the color of fire
Flames risking their blaze
On the wonder of singing praise
To the Creator, the maker
Of everything there is – each tree
Each dream – each in between
Breathlessly, like the rain
Falling softly on the flowers
Stirring them to life
Preparing buds to bloom, alive
As a vibrant hue of grace
Beckoning from its place
Olive stems portraying faith
Love, like the One who brings life
To every soul, each hope,
Even the dreams listen in peace
To the One who makes us each one
Aware of His wonder, His compassion
The way He gives without expectation
The way He lives in the spirit, accepting
Everyone who comes to Him, humbly
Willing to repent and give to Him
A spirit of contrition – finding satisfaction
In the glory of His gift, His grace
The salvation that is His gift
Praising Him…
I will never forget where I’ve been
Or how HE brought me out of the darkness
Into the light of a new day, a new way
His love is like the love of a Father
Even more – He is the best Father of all
5/13/22
Christina Georgina Rossetti 1839-1894
a true inspiration I find her to be
devout Christian a poet of great skill
possessing lyrical gifts for all to see
To my eyes her masterpiece was
writing through Jesus Christ's eyes
"the love of Christ that passeth knowledge"
this insightful work makes one's heart to rise
Portraying all the emotions of Calvary
the horror and agony of it all
what a sacrifice the Christ had paid
totally obeying His heavenly call
This poetical work shows Christ's victory
as one seeking a kingdom to gain
so His disciples could reap it's reward
as their Lord would eternally reign
So Christina is a true classic poet
one that inspires many a pen
London born of the Victorian era
few can compare with now or then
AUTHOR NOTES: Christina Georgina Rossetti 1839-1894, my inspiration in writing poetry ,
a queen among many poetical gems. my favourite being
'the love of Christ that passeth knowledge".
With a silence that cut through the laughter
She entered the room, bitterness
Edged around her features, portraying
Cruelty with an unfeeling sword of darkest
Gloom, dread so dismal it feels, almost,
Like grief sinking into the bones
Sullenness coughing up phlegm that rots
In the heart, the soul, the mind
Where there is a penetrating hostility
Her eyes glared at the laughing children
Echoed cynicism through the air
Like a poison dart piercing the heart
Her hatred tasted of a sourness
Only the very truthful could attest to
She was hard and her icy stares forced lovers
To pull away from one another, chastised
By the coldness that left chills on the mind
Resentment fell from her pores, sweating acidity
Imploring hope to be cast aside for disaster
Calamity so dreadful it was as fatal as a stab wound
A trepidation so repulsive with its awfulness
It feels like being in a nightmare,
Terrifying
When she looked at me, though…
I saw through the cool, calculating gaze
Into the heart where there had once lived
A child of five, all giggles and smiles
Alive with the joy of silliness, …
I saw, beneath the ice in the veins
The warmth of a heart who was living
… with excruciating pain
Pick-A-Title, Vol 30 - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
1.) Ice In the Veins
April 24, 2022
Echoes of wandering cares, mask;
True ego of expectant filming time,
Peeping to view wonder's raw face...
Maybe or not it could actuate light
Tears aspire to laugh over or embrace.
Prayers of guise shame put up task;
Heart never wish to visit each price,
Let alone kick off its sacrificial start...
To redeem the lost shining chance
Of helpless ruling lordships apart.
Echoes of powerless armour, mask;
Jesters hiding their tongues' prime
Of valuable words held tightly still...
While strongly growing up a fight,
Only litrates could space cum quill.
Tumbling but gearing tears, dare task;
The portraying parrots, crying so nice
Of beaming intent touches- as of mind
Driving consciousness through trance...
To never unveil but remain rather blind.
Do you paint with words?
Well, maybe you are a poet!
Of course, all words, by themselves
are morgues for art~ stores for outwardly
portraying
one’s private thoughts and feelings in
colorful, expressive ways. The baby
paints her own basic language – cries her
picture gestures,
hopefully appropriately responded to
by loving parents, often challenged
to transcribe
a vaguely familiar, long forgotten
non verbal~frantic vocabulary –
So, words are clearly voice: while liquid,
like blood and oils – they are colorful, the
pigments of flowers and death --
and when a relationship fails, the essence
of words are what
we frame and tearfully regret.
Contest : Beautiful Words Are Here
Sponsor : Nette Onclaud
Date : August 20, 2026
Dormant desires of lingering effervescent longing
spread fiery spectrum of ardor in my fervent sky
through the diaphanous clouds of psychic shroud.
Spring-soaked brush of hued acuity paints passion
on my essence canvas, portraying the lattice of life.
The cascading cadence of surreal sonata of breeze,
drifts from the yonder plateau of pining yearning.
Its rhythmic whisper intones the lilt of melodic love,
rolling gently on the ripples of my heart’s lilac lagoon,
pulsating with endless ecstasy of enthralling tune.