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Her poems like childhood marbles
contain luminous coloured
feathery shafts sparkling sequins
scrutinise them in Light —- brain cells
will swing for each contain
revolving prisms exposing blings
— perceive verbal see-saws
to-fro before our corneas ——-
wisdom nuggets floating across
dimensions
free from historia
Not for shillings did Emily suffer
passings of close Beloveds
when her translucent Heart with
parachute mind were shredded
fine —- for this genius to grasp
that Death-Life is one golden
ring both could sting or sing
Choice is ours within The Voice
—— tools we grasp in centre palms
alms as canvasses to peruse
They tumble down …
Her laced snow-white garb
adorning spine erect an
Earth Angel in solitude inking
poem after poem
near a thousand and eight hundred
channeling for eternity ——
perceptions for mundane
humans to attain
Deep Love, politics, Nature
religion, law, Music did not escape
a lens widened then wizened from
unitary room on father’s fourteen
acre loom — like sentinels subjects
marched along whilst she zoomed
for thirty years
A l o n e
autistically
m i c r o s c o p I n g
her musing inner artist danced with
scientist swaying subtle moves —
—lashes signalling like butterfly
antennae high
probing the gamut of universal
themes …. Commerce, medicine
fashion - - round-abouting detailing
domestic activities to verse poetic
fondest blue jays receiving focus
sparrows, gnats —- NO THING
escaped her iris, yet not liberated
from longing tears of joy or sorrow
Emily stood moral !
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Placed : First : Premier Contest
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Sept. 26
YOU CAN'T COMPETE WITH A TRUE OBSESSION,
IN MY PRESENCE I WILL HAVE NO AFFECTION.
TRUE HAT SWAG WILL BE YOUR LESSON
PLEASE TAKE NOTES, COURTS IN
SESSION. LOVING HAT LANGUAGE,
ITS MY UNIQUE EXPRESSION
COMMONERS, YOU ARE LOOKING AT PERFECTION.
A LIVING LEGEND, WITH NO SUCCESSION
CAN'T CONTROL MY AMBITION
MY HATISM HAS ONLY RISEN.
I JUST HAD TO SHARE SOME WISDOM
YOUR STYLE HAS YOU IN PRISON
CUT YOUR FRIENDS AND JUST LISTEN
DROPPING KNOWLEDGE AND THEN SOME
NO NEED TO BE FEARSOME
STANDING STRONG WITH NO ADDITIONS
MY HATISM HAS ONLY RISEN!!!
TIK, TIK, TIK TIK TOK,
IT'S MY DESTINY AND I RULE THE CLOCK
FOUR GENERATIONS CONNECTED TO THIS RHYTHM
UNIQUE FLAVOR AND SPECIAL SAUCE,
RECOGNIZE WHO'S THE BOSS
HAVING NO SCHISMS OR NO PRISMS
MY HATISM HAS ONLY RISEN!!
Shadows now quiver
Leafy designs on grass
As sated leaves rustle
On a tall red maple
When fleeting rain’s gone.
Striped in brown
A lone sparrow hops
From branch to branch
In purposeful dance.
Not a cloud is found
In vibrant sky above
As horizon dreams
Visions of sundown.
Sun rays scatter
Through drops of water
On blossoms of flowers
Refracting light
From optical prisms
Gleaming gemstones
As warm air breezes
Petrichor emotions.
Suddenly a chatter
Lifts up insects
And lands in the nest
Full of young ones,
Feeding beak to beak
Tender bits of love.
April 21, 2020
Placed 2nd: Strand Pick B contest by Brian Strand
A watercolor treasure of flaming hue
I will always recall the last sunset with you
Wine glass prisms dancing round in our hands
Plotting and scheming our midsummer plans
The sun hangs lower, a glimmering pendant
Bestowing its shimmer on your face, resplendent
Only minutes to go, only moments to cherish
Foretelling a destiny, a love that will perish
Though darkness ensues and my heart is sleeping
A new day will break to end all the weeping
But no matter the course, all my life through
I will always recall the last sunset with you
"Colorful language is the best way to recreate the incident as it happened and to picture it for the audience". Dale Carnegie
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O, colors, enthrall us through their splendor
Infuse the mundane world with vivid shades
Dazzle with hues and send a melody so tender,
No harp plays a role in tunes or serenades.
Lush velvet stains lips and hands with blackberry
Ripe grapes drenched in bright, blithesome lands
A colorful kaleidoscope lies in a flower vase—airy,
A sparkle that imbues the shadows and expands.
Olive and amber—ripening akin to wheat,
Grating upon nerves, a symphony so sweet
I love color, from flaming reds to vivid greens.
Royals flaunt purple, a sight that sheens.
Flaming reds and vivid greens—I adore
Royal flaunting purples, I simply can't ignore.
If I were the color blue, I would sing a halcyon song.
Leave you frantic—recalling your youth for days long.
I hold my breath as sapphire skies spread.
Vast quietude, serene—filling my head
Rainbows, prisms—tinsel glitter galore,
A wheat harvest of yellow—a sight to adore
Ripples and runs—floats and flies,
Subtle shades and sheen, colors that mesmerize.
Crimson and azure—glowing with grace,
The purity of white is a vague oasis to embrace.
A streak of gray brought heaven to earth
Crackled turquoise, vivid glow of calm sea worth,
As a slow hawk stoops—prey in the deep,
The sunflower droops; a lazy wave creeps.
The wind sleeps—swirling in dazzling links,
And loops, creating a symphony that never sinks
The crickets chime their pauseless rhyme,
And the colors run—toward the sun climb.
Before the wind feet, in the wheat, they stun.
The green of elms—a sage discourse troll,
Hemlock green, oaks, and juniper trees spun,
A color symphony, one actor—this world scrolls,
A never-ending show of beauty and poetry.
Crafting a lasting metaphor of beat and symmetry
A magnificent show of shadows and brightness.
O, hues, how you seduce my air with lightness.
You are sunshine giving me warmth on a pleasant day
Shining through the sadness showing me how to play
You are the rain tending to my garden with tears of love
Washing away my heavy heart as you watch from above
You are the beautiful flower swaying gently in the breeze
Growing stronger every day urging me to do as I please
You are the wind lifting away the sorrow freeing my soul
As clouds float softly over the tree tops making me whole
You are the butterfly stirring in the early morning light
Dancing with the sunbeams then playfully taking flight
You are the sky showing off prisms of color and hope
Eagerly displaying your amazing beauty helping me cope
You are the dear friend I long for as I realize a new day
Knowing you surround my heart you will never go away
If I had one wish granted today I know it would surely be
To give as much to you as you always gave to me
Do you remember
when it was early,
or when too late
falling in curtsied tide..
feet too deep in depth
where wandering shallows hide
and all our pirate secrets kept.
Am I still the stranger in your night?
so much you still don't know..
making my memory smile
watching love grow
you came shinin' to me,
a simple cell phone
your only light.
Like soldiers laughing nervously
as they march off to the front
realizing life's candle, their only chance
perhaps afraid, still feel want
and wait the call to advance.
Sat watching awhile under a tall tree
next to a carved stone
learned you've done the same
let days wander on their own
never dwell too much
the reason they've flown
yet
still so glad they ever came.
I see you through a sort of prism
one softly spun in sugar and fire lit
where wavelengths in light are most bent
in hindsight, bet your maker meant
to name you Violet.
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"Everything you've ever wanted is on the other side of fear."
-George Addair
Clement weather is often just my dream.
I don’t mind wispy white clouds way up high,
or marshmallow ones topped with whipping cream.
Alas, brooding nimbus are drawing nigh,
I yearn for azure skies and one sunbeam!
Raindrops fall, I hear them pitter-patter,
then hail stones bounce upon my brand new car.
I daren’t go outside and watch them batter
my garden, too. Ice storms are so bizarre
and their crashing makes such a loud clatter!
Rain still teems down, it’s been pouring for hours.
Where’s the warm sunshine, and vivid rainbow?
Torn to shreds will be my lovely flowers,
trellis of sweet peas, just starting to grow.
How I loathe these sudden April showers!
Dark clouds start to lift, a rainbow appears.
Sun’s peeking through a minute patch of blue.
Prisms of colour, I’ve so adored for years.
I’ll venture out to get a better view
for such a welcomed sight moves me to tears
Equipped with pen, designing this script
Gripped again as winding words dip
Baring my essence with ink unsparingly
Sharing secrets that slide smooth to daringly
Facing a rendition of untainted passion
Tracing ambitions awaited in caption
Captured liquid flow of ink put to paper
Raptured text knows in suspended vapor
Faint the structures obscured in parallels
Painted in delicate hues of hushed pastels
Embracing lyrics immersed in my mind
Laced with compassion rhymes are defined
Hearing chords while straying to falsetto
Clearing realistic distinct vocal vibrato
Creating the sustenance that feeds the fire
Dictating stamina’s unyielding desire
Interpreting rhythm while riding each bar
Reassuring fragmented prisms in the stars
Fragility in irresistible loving capacity
Humility of diversity in spun rhapsody
“The place of true healing is a fierce place. It’s a giant place. It’s a place of monstrous beauty and endless dark and glimmering light. And you have to work really, really, really hard to get there, but you can do it.” — Cheryl Strayed
In the shadows,
Where silence screams,
Echoing heartbeats,
Resonating what it means…
To embrace the silence,
With all its serenity and sensitivity,
Listening to the faded nights,
Harboring hope, in the softest moonlight…
In the shadows,
Where music streams,
Singing in rhythms,
Measures of hopes and dreams…
Comforting the spirits,
With love that keeps believing,
Pouring light in soothing rhythms,
Coloring stories in poetic prisms…
In the shadows,
Where birds take wing,
Stilling the moments with magnificence,
Sending the hope that will sing…
Refreshing the moments,
With kindness and energizing
Journeys through forest like fantasies,
Whispering joy on paths of memories…
In the shadows,
Where hearts learn to breath,
Silence is accompanied by the mist,
Falling from heaven, glorious and gentle…
Remembering the trembling,
Touching souls with such vitality,
Reaching past the darkness,
Into the soul’s sincerity, stimulating….
In the shadows,
Where forever stands quietly,
Still as the last snowflake,
Landing on the spirit, a feeling…
Blowing in the winds of change,
Hesitating, healing, harboring grace,
The sense of light, never to fade,
Embracing the muse of Godly praise…
In the shadows,
Where the still, cool wind vibrates,
Stands the silhouette of a truth,
Coloring the heart in rhythms of beauty….
Rising to restore, remember
What it means to believe, forever,
Flowing, the rivers of God’s blessing,
Glowing, the love that is our soul’s treasure!
In the shadows,
Love falls, still as the breath,
Who fades into a soulful expression,
The music of love, walking on the path of forever….
Glistening, joy through my soul,
Joy who knows…
Wherever I go, I will forever know
The One who brought my life hope,
The One who brought the new light,
The One who taught my soul with love,
Love that comes to those who believe…
In the ONE who died and rose,
Breathing love through those who know…
God is love and love goes on and on –
Even in the shadows, love carries on!