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“It's hoped that for every broken heart, there is a candle shining in the dark.“
A young girl lost in her secret hideout
Wondering what life on earth's all about
Living in the fear of angry outbursts
No I love you's, just unkind words that hurt.
Comfort only found in her mother's arms
She who suffered from the abusive harm
A mother doing the best that she could
In what her daughter never understood.
A child who never had the strength to try
Rising above troubled conflicts and fly
Illness struck a tender stage in her life
Which added to the confusion and strife.
Still she plodded on somehow, day by day
Slowly finding herself along the way
The years passed, tho’ those bad memories stayed
Souvenirs of those long fraught early days.
Then one sunshiny day, out of the blue
Her handsome prince charming came passing through
Now she flies above heartbreak of the past
Clasped onto wings of the love found at last.
“Keep the love light burning, whilst young hearts are learning.
For from love children know, beautiful people grow.
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14th November 2020
It’s a part of me - Life and the perceptions and philosophises you hold Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Silent One
he looks at her eyes
butterflies surf dreams within
strolling twilight beach
shooting stars make wish
Prince wakes up serene Snow White
something melts the night
stream of passion flows
non stop chimes of Cupid choir
crystallizing breath
backdrop of embrace
pearl in heart of oyster blooms
covenant of love
Sponsor Rick Parise
Contest 1 -12 lines ONLY - A Poem That Did NOT Receive A Ribbon Placement 1-3
Date written.. 24th July 2019
Earlier submitted to the following contest
Sponsor Jamie Pan
Contest Name Multiple-Haikus
Featured 50 in best new poems
If I have uttered blasphemy
That you’re the root of the dark tree
Light and darkness are twins of might
Forgive my sins! Have mercy, Light!
If I blasphemed the shining Son
That death awaits the moon and sun
That they are strangers without might
Forgive my sins! Have mercy, Light!
If my teeth and serpent fingers
Harmed the fivefold god who lingers
Put animals and plants in plight
Forgive my sins! Have mercy, Light!
If I sinned against the elect
Though they’re angels without defect
We opposed their words from the height
Forgive my sins! Have mercy, Light!
If I in any way harmed life
If I put crawling beasts in strife
Put life that swims or flies in plight
Forgive my sins! Have mercy, Light!
If I’ve done tricks and perjury
Harmful gossip and sorcery
Sinned with this self, put life in plight
Forgive my sins! Have mercy, Light!
If I followed a wolf’s teachings
Ignored the wise elect’s preachings
And then worshipped the Prince of Night
Forgive my sins! Have mercy, Light!
If my heart strayed from these four seals
From the four gods as ideals
Love, faith, fear, wisdom shining bright
Forgive my sins! Have mercy, Light!
If I ignored the ten commands
If with my mouth, heart, self, and hands
Fell short due to my flesh in plight
Forgive my sins! Have mercy, Light!
If my soul did not sing in prayer
My prayers did not fly in pure air
The four prayers not said with my might
Forgive my sins! Have mercy, Light!
I fail in giving the elect
Alms for the angels to collect
So the light can’t reach heaven’s height
Forgive my sins! Have mercy, Light!
If I broke the fifty days fast
For my greed and distress amassed
I forgot the law at twilight
Forgive my sins! Have mercy, Light!
If I fail to confess and pray
To the kind elect each Monday
For I was lazy or lost sight
Forgive my sins! Have mercy, Light!
I failed in the seven Yimkis
To fast and celebrate in bliss
Failed when the Bema was in sight
Forgive my sins! Have mercy, Light!
Each day I make dark thoughts and deeds
Each day I grow dark words like weeds
Betraying the light of pure white
Forgive my sins! Have mercy, Light!
Manichaean kyrielle poem based on the "A Confession Prayer for Hearers" in the Manichaean Book of Hymns
~He Has Many Names~
(Trinet)
Jesus' name
Means "Saviour"
Jesus has long list of names
The Bible says that, it's true
Emmanuel, Christ,
Rabbi, Son
Of God.
Son of
David, Son
Of Man, and Prince of Peace,
Lamb of God,The Annointed One,
The Word,
I Am,
And more.
Lord of
Lords, Alpha
And Omega, and King of Kings,
Bright Morning Star, Lion of Judah,
All Jesus
Names. I
Believe it.
Dorian Petersen Petersen
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2011
December.03.2016
So now faith, hope, and love abide, these three; but the greatest of these is love.
1 Corinthians 13:13 (NIV)
-“For God so loved the world, that he gave his only Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life.
John 3:16 (NIV)
- Rejoice in hope, be patient in tribulation, be constant in prayer
Romans 12: 12 ( NIV )
-The Lord will fight for you, and you have only to be silent.”
Exodus 14: 13 ( NIV )
~Author's Notes:
"The Trinet" is a poetry style that was created by Zion.
The Lady of Shalott
When turbulence in water sounds,
And darkness of night mounds,
An aura of loneliness surrounds,
And heart in the chest pounds,
Lady of Shalott stands on the roof of castle,
Can see him from far sail in a boat,
Wearing an obvious yellow fur coat,
Boat drifting with waves yet afloat,
Her pulse thumps fast of inside hassle !
Waiting for him reach very close,
Emotions till now were keeping in a froze,
Feelings that for years she could not disclose,
Mercury of silence as gradually arose,
The Lady of Shalott is in all rolling tears,
As her wait is about to end,
And heart is nearing a mend,
Apprehensions she can not pretend,
Will she be able to meet him with all her fears ?
Trepidation engulfs, she rushes to her room,
Mirror that once reflected her gloom,
Is sure that her love will now bloom,
Has she found her prince or the groom?
The Lady of Shalott is all smiles on her face,
Her fingers entangle into her golden curls,
She looks at her gown and the swirls,
Her tender neck embraces precious pearls,
She has set forth herself in full grace !
Written September 7th, 2014
For contest 'The Lady of Shalott' by Isaiah Zerbst
Awarded 3rd place
I know your not real,
And I’m trying to hard to run,
But I feel myself falling for you,
For Some like you,
For Someone not real,
But I know I’m lying to myself,
I know someone like you exists out there…,
Just saying it seems more Easier then just hoping ,
Saying “there not real” or,
“They just wouldn’t like someone like me”,
Compared to clinging onto a thin string of hope,
The truth is,
I’m fine with you,
And you are my preference,
Some handsome,
Charming ,
Confident,
And strong woman,
And…I’d love the princess treatment,
These butterflies in my stomach I feel,
This giddy feeling of the thoughts of you,
…they tell me…These feeling. ARE for someone,
Someone like you
someone I hope is true and real,
Just the feeling of being in your arms,
Just for you whispering of sweet nothings,
How you’d comfort me if I broke down,
It makes me feel so safe.
-Kitsuko Dragonstar
HAPPILY EVER AFTER
Shall glass behold your countenance, my prince?
Appears your smile whilst shining shoes on feet.
My honesty and faithfulness convince - - - - - -
Your heart to trust…our hearts concede to beat.
One day does not a week make, dear. Let’s tell!
A Friday makes a lifetime wife! Oh yes!
This lonely man, like diamonds in the well,
becomes a shooting star to shine, to bless.
Get well within a hospital ~ not bliss.
Each argument, we bleed, we cry and die.
After so many years – we bond, we kiss.
No closer pair on line - our eyes drip-dry.
My Prince and his gal Friday calm, at rest.
We wring out tears, renew our vows ~ we’re blest.
Kim Rodrigues © 2017
Annette Arnold had recently left college
And was thrust into flimsy dating realms;
She grabbed pen and paper to describe
Top-choice dude of her fanciest dreams.
Dashingly handsome and of complexion nice,
And gallant gait akin to quaint legends' knight;
Sainted for inventive hare's monstrous brains,
Whose vast wit tales eternalize in folios white.
Certainly wielding humongous fiscal sway
At glance to dwarf mythology’s Midas' turn;
Brandishing glitzy wads as any moguls may,
Ever copiously donating all yet lacking none.
Life tenant within fame's flashiest abodes
Where prince and duke sure habitat have,
And king and princess choicest liquids sip;
Where queen and gods fine victuals serve.
Never must such his hallowed mistress
With betrayal's faithless mischiefs afflict,
Defiling indelible vows in his loyal troths,
He’ll steadily love whatever woes persist.
And so first to hit her with resistless lines
Was one William Watts imbiber of wines;
Neither that dashing handsome nor wise;
Faring far from afore-hinted pigment nice.
After wee-witted Williams’ charming vibes
Popped Ronald Riveter from politest tribes,
Known for most arresting manly physique;
Sorry stranger to Midas’ coin-clinking trick.
When Bernard Belmont's pics were seen
He looked plain and of disposition mean;
Unacquainted with idolized royalty’s fame,
Unadorned with duke's resplendent name.
And last Jason Jay did his mistresses vex
If records past might reveal lovers' specks;
His faint affections as whims rose and fell;
Sundering divinest troths as irate exes tell.
Searing decades of pen-and-paper wait
Nabbed no Knight of heaven-hewn trait;
And so did choice-wiser Annette Arnold
Award meek Martin Monks her aisle nod.
The shy Moon dims her silver to sleep
Bored of wishes from chattering Stars
She nods off into the dawn glimpsing
The handsomeness of the morning Sun
As twilight breaks the Moon's dreams
She awakes from the warmth of the Sun
The mighty yellow sphere bows into the sea
The Moon glows pining for the glorious Sun
Twinkle blinking and mean-full winking
Those pestering Stars laugh out loud
And mock the Moon to break
Into her crescent shape and blue shade
The Moon closes her eyes waning away
Wishing for dawn just to glance
At her beautiful prince of light
Shining with rays of brightness
Whispering Stars secrets dim into day
Their rhythm of rhyme reaches the Sun
Curious he becomes of the Moon
Does she really love me?
A wave of warmth covers the Moon
She peers into the light to see
The smiling face of the mighty Sun
She awakes new and full
The busy Earth looks up
Two celestial bodies embrace
The Moon eclipses the Sun
And blocks his light from sight
The full Moon shines her silver
Bouncing off waves she smiles
Stars blink and twinkle quietly
The Earth hushes round and round
As dawn breaks the Sun waves
And the Moon bows way for day
They have their moments to be
Those silly stars blush silently.
Imagine, for this night, you are the queen of Fairy Tale land.
I, too, am a prince, from Make-Believe kingdom.
From beyond our cocooned proximity,
the night shimmers in and thickens to a silken thread of moonlight
that the crone will soon spindle into her never-ending story
of billion constellations, both seen and unseen
by naked, desperate novas.
We, entwined, like the roots under a rabid rainforest,
pale as innocence, battering feverishly against the stones for ever afters,
seize Avalon, and reject Camelot.
The canopy of fireflies synchronises in raw euphoria,
a rebel Excalibur.
The wind matures around us.
Tomorrow may be an inevitable notion,
but my queen of Fairy Tale land,
my sword, shield, bow, toothbrush, unicorn,
a worn-out copy of The Arabian Nights,
all lay bare before your lion throne.
This world was once a crevice between fire and ice.
Fire and ice run in our veins,
from me to you and back into the realm of drunken fairies,
where the bumblebee heart of the day
is yet to ignite the pomegranate sky.
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Date: 17 / 02 / 2016