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Our misty eyes were destined for each other
when at last we met at crossroads by the brook.
Where some hidden hand of fate did gently guide
us up enchanted pathways known to but a few.
Passed the prickly rose bush shepherd on each side of us,
passed barren plains worn out by trampling hoofs,
toward the ever arching slope that slowly rises
above time and earthly longing.
Beyond that peak which openly invites
each climber to ascend heavens of their own design.
To blissful acme edging over skyline haunts
from which no one yet has ever dared return.
Date posted : 11th November 2021
The who choose to live in a dry land
must live a very dry life---
too parched to sing, too dried out
by what they call 'reason' to see,
to see they have made it hollow,
a partial thing, a blind thing....
They have made their world so arid
even hope itself is scorched,
whilst the human is left desiccated,
no wetness left for good or evil,
not even for the inscrutable miracle
of love---
for in their sere minds all life shrivels,
left withered, burnt fragments that
once were courage, honor, faith---
but now they see an empty desert
bounded by death, extinction,
nothingness....
A man once came to them, in that
barren land their seared souls had made
and offered them water, water to make
green and lush once again the world--
all done with water, the holiest of water
that would lead them from a paradise
to Paradise....
A few drank of the water, the water of
life and hope and awareness and love,
the water of Eternity---
but the others refused it, and fearing
the man who brought it so much,
they killed him.
Two thousand years later,
some drink from His water of Life,
and others chose a shriveled life,
too dry for hope, too dead for
meaning....
[posted on Easter Day, 2022]
My life is an open book, not that it's all that interesting really.
It just doesn't concern me what the world may think about me.
One can ask me anything at all about yours truly
and I'd answer all about myself very freely and honestly,
but there may be times when I may come off as a hypocrite.
One might ask me a question whereupon I'll appear very evasive.
" It's too lengthy and too complicated to talk about it,"
is not an uncommon response that I sometimes reply with.
Most likely you've touched on a subject that has brought back to me
very tragic, sorrowful, painful memories.
I've been through all that crap once and once was more than enough for me.
To answer your question would force me to relive it again and that I will not appease,
but I never end my reply with, "I don't want to talk about it."
I end with, "l'lI let you know one day if you happen to be truly interested,"
if you're still then interested you will receive an email from me as quick as a wink.
Subject: In Reference To Your Question. Message: Click On This Link >.
One of the benefits I receive from writing poetry
is that my words are posted on the Internet for all to read,
so whenever anyone asks me a question that may disturb me
and stir up all my dormant feelings within me from tragedy,
I answer their question by providing them a link to my poetry
that touches on the subject that the individual had asked of me.
Their question gets answered hopefully
and I didn't have to relive another episode of my life's tragedy
by having to explain it all again vocally.
However, once again I declare that my life is an open book.
It's posted all over the Internet and the world is free to have a look.
I stand here now- the winter of my life,
amazed how fast its seasons quickly flew-
recall how younger days were free from strife;
in open fields, I ran neath skies of blue.
The time between life's changing seasons-
is modified by deeper reasons.
Then, one fine day, real love swept me away
with roots soon planted deep inside my heart;
presented joys of motherhood's bouquet
that blossomed in the spring of my life chart.
The time between life's changing seasons-
is modified by deeper reasons.
When summer brought a lush and fuller time,
another generation came to be.
Fruit of my fruit, with each, came joy sublime;
so thankful still- how life had gifted me!
The time between life's changing seasons-
is modified by deeper reasons.
Soon, Autumn found me in the golden sun
of harvest time to reap more fulfilled days,
with new creativeness- more time for fun-
relaxing with the gifts of its bright phase.
The time between life's changing seasons-
is modified by deeper reasons.
I stand here now- my winter days are here.
Though firm, I stay and ponder the next stage-
for winter's fickle; when she leaves- unclear.
But, until then, with life, I will engage!
July 10, 2022
Premiere Contest: The Time Between The Seasons
Sponsor: Kim Rodrigues
Revision of a poem posted October 2018
----I thought I had posted this a while back...guess I didn't. Oops. : ) here it is...couple years old.
When sorry words offer but sadness and pain,
When weary thought drifts into the tides of shame,
When heavy darkness fills my soul,
Freezing last embers upon the coal,
The love in my heart burns in vain
It burns in vain, for I can never quite reach
The paths that entangle, while the demons breach
It burns in vain, for I try so hard for naught
My tears in a frost-bitten muddle—construed and caught
As snowfall sifts ice onto disdain,
As afternoons crawl into midnight shade,
As every mistake has torn me apart,
This foolish soul crushed—bashed from the start
The love in my heart burns in vain
It burns in vain, for reality is but a fret
Knowing tragedy shall befall, though it comes not yet
It burns in vain, for I have hurt you still
As I try to escape the furrowing doubts that kill
So now I cringe, and cower, and remain
So caught in your sorrow as I turn away
So sorry and hateful for what I put you through
For as I falter, you are ever true
The love in our hearts burn in vain
Yet, somehow the yester-embers among the frozen coals return
Upon the frost-bitten windowpane—somehow they burn
On the news today
The headline storyline was presented
and reported as follows
In Liverpool today some local right wing
protestors who's arms are up in flame's
replacing pitchforks for placards
Which was later retracted in place
of rabble of lawless youths one as
young as just age 15
Causing and terminating in a riot
and remonstrating outside a 4 Star
Hotel
Currently turned into a hostel or facility
to accommodate Asylum seekers
Because and due to according to official
press releases and reports
Misinformation being posted on social
media platforms
Which left the male only residents inside
traumatized and fearing for their own
safety and lives
So much so they do no longer wish to
stay as are now so fearful to even
contemplate leaving the confinement
of the building let alone venturing outside
Now it all depends on what and which
you as individual choose to be believe
As everything unless you were actually
there to witness it with your own eye's
and for yourself
You have no choice unless you know
someone who was actually there
But to take onboard the way it is
reported by the news media believing
they are holy trustworthy
Like in the aftermath the very next day
a reporter is stood outside interviewing
One of the Asylum seekers describing
exactly how bad it actually was and the
general mood and feeling amongst
those inside
With not a scowl but rather a broad
smile seemingly more than willing
actually happy to be interviewed
With what appeared to look like or
be a backpack as if he was just off
out for a morning strole to the shops
for the maybe daily milk or bread
Not someone in fear all dressed up
well prepared in expectations of an
impending fight
And granted that I did not see the
contents of hidden inside his bag
I'll have to rest my case
Otherwise I am in fear of falling into
the same category of what the media
do ever so well
Like insinuating presuming and making
things up as I go
And never letting the truth get in the
way when trying to embellish and
over egg a story
He watched them from a doorway sitting on a pavement step
cuz when it came to social graces he was hopeless quite inept
when the choir started singing something loosed way deep inside
it was an Easter morning hymn that broke his torment stride
hungry, broken, and impoverished, he was always left behind
in a church now full of empty, only Jesus - drew his kind
when the light spilled forth in darkness he fast huddled on a bench
hunched and frozen, cold as iron, no one there to claim the stench
stained glass windows pure of vision beaming down upon his crown
there beneath the bench an egg from a child's hand fallen down
slowly peeling off the wrapper he did chew with wonderous smile
Christ had given him a chocolate, he was feeling quite worthwhile!
Copyright © Mystic Rose Rose | Year Posted 2018
Finally got home in the dead of a cold night
With the Gators starting to pull away in this holiday fight
It seems like this is the end to the day full of games
That featured college students who are establishing their names
Big plays abound during the time when tourists are doing the South Florida town.
Granted the suits behind the desks talked California roses
Which could see many professional gridiron proposes
But that was not all since the halftime gave Gavin De Graw the call
To play his keys during the halftime festivities
With dancers on the ground the crowd must have loved the sound
As the second half is ready to take place it seems like the track meet is ready for the OB race.
It slowed down a bit
As the score seemed to be very fit
Despite not being in the swamp the Gators seemed to get what they want
But the VA stood tall despite their backs to the wall
But soon during a nice drive Jefferson would see his memorial when the Gator stole one in the same way if they snatched an Oriole.
You see the Gator had a run knowing they needed to close out the spread to be told they were done
But TJ defense stood tight in this money fight
He wasn’t going down in the battle for green
From these players who just a few years ago were teens.
With one swift kick everyone saw the spread was not a trick
But TJ had one more try to steal the treasure from the line ole English man William Hill did measure.
With the numbers that were posted
The over should have been played for those cooking the New Year’s Eve Roasted
And TJ walked away not feeling mean but pocketing the green
With a nice grin since he knows the school, he built had the win.
In a corner filled with her threadbare yarn,
Queenie meows then cuddles on my lap
Ebon fur darker than evening’s palette,
She glows over a bowl of creamy milk--
Immune to our neighbor’s vicious tale
Murmuring endlessly of a feline’s black omen.
How this growing kitten walks with ripened beauty
Adored by other pets in our own yard,
Pawing uninvited mice and waxing a smile
With a protective nature saving their lives;
As she juts out Persian claws out the gate.
Though looking different from other cats,
Dear Queenie slithers with an enduring gut...
Missing her now, those purrs which speak of love
Reside in our hearts as we think of her charms
When her spirit’s old age breathes away,
Finally embracing the gentle wisp of light.
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Written for Eve Roper’s Contest
There’s A Brighter Side
Picture #2 Posted 1/28/2018
God is the God of the plot twist
There is a way through the mist
As you thirst for more
The cure is to understand the knowledge of the fact that
The Father of Jesus Christ is the God of Great Turnarounds!
Your life will resist weariness and defeat
It is time to move and swerve
Through all the negatives
Your name shall endure because His Name id Everlasting!
Standing on your love for Him
You will shove away every avenue of deceit
Because you will not face defeat!
There exist in you a hopeful fortitude
An endurance that shall not leave you
Because your destiny is beyond the pain!
As you maintain your sanity
You will discover the unity in your heart that always existed!
For now, you will raise your head and
As you go to bed
You will know that a hopeful fortitude lives inside you
Because the Father of Jesus Christ is the God of Great Turnarounds!
Mark Frank
Copyright 2022
Copyright © Mark Frank | Year Posted 2022