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The death of me - unsure when that will be.
I need to live without dark thoughts at night.
To trip the wire, and close the blinds sans sight,
and wing my soul into eternal spree…
The day “I died,” it’s surely sad - not I.
I do behold the eyes of Christ - his, mine.
I hear the angels’ bliss in praise divine.
Elsewhere, with teardrop-kiss, kin bid goodbye.
I’m satisfied in imperfected steps.
I’ve stepped into abode, where all’s made right.
I greet departed folk - I’m on a high.
My kids cannot pursue this flight of steps.
It is their time to live, not die - to fight.
At great divide - we all peruse blue sky.
4/16/2023
Sponsor: Craig Cornish
Envelope Sonnet
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Sometimes, I follow faded stars at night,
That whisper ancient secrets as they stray,
Across the sable dome, their gentle light
Guiding lost ships while shadows kept at bay.
Flickering soft, their memories grown old,
Yet draw my gaze along their winding trail,
To dreams half-spoken, stories left untold,
And wishes lost to winds that never fail.
In those silent hours, longing fills the sky,
My heart adrift, still searching worlds afar;
Each distant gleam a question—why, oh, why
Must I pursue what only leads to scar?
Yet, though they fade, I chase those stars above,
For even fading light can kindle love.
I remember when
Suddenly I came of age
There was a clear moment of
That was then and this is now
I had my wings
And urge to fly
I was fourteen
There was a world
Beyond the nest
I owned a blanket
And a ghetto blaster
It was the summer of ‘72
I had the taste of freedom on my lips
And sunshine on my back
Dreams to dream
The world to conquer
Life was sweet
There was no looking back
I had come of age
That was then and this was now
One day I was a child
The next I was me
The me I had become
The me I would become
Shaped by my past
Thrust in my prime
The me I would grow into
Adventures to pursue
The shoes I had to fill
I had come of age
That was then and in my head
Then is still forever now
I was fourteen
The me I would grow into
The taste of freedom on my lips
Read on air by invitation ~ April 8, 2021 'LATE NIGHT POETS'
AP : Honorable Mention 2021
As Gaia sings her gold honeyed refrains,
in elated tones of emerald hue,
her song of falling crystal dew shall ring
The human hearts will then extol the view;
elations song they shall ever pursue,
as Gaia sings her gold honeyed refrains.
While children play among the village greens,
bud heads sprout into chromatic color;
oh celebrate, celebrate birthing spring!
Hearts uplifted will sail amber blue skies
what dreams will come to those of young spirt
as Gaia sings her gold honeyed refrains.
Cast your gold coins into that wishing well
and wish harmony to the worldwide throngs;
oh celebrate, celebrate birthing spring!
Bless the lives that shall ne’er again wither,
in the chill of tyranny’s ice castles
as Gaia sings her gold honeyed refrains.
oh celebrate, celebrate birthing spring!
3-3-2022
An Original Villanelle Contest Poetry Contest
L. Milton Hankins
His two years old son
Needed treatment for stomach pain
But he had no money
His wife needed to pursue
Her BA course
He couldn't afford to
I can't help he would say
I must be happy with what I have
He would say to himself
Somewhat stoically
But his days were otherwise happy
Ferrying people between
Two metro railway stations
In his motorized auto-rickshaw
The road was straight and bare
Just earn and live from hand to mouth
A youth of twenty with no anxiety
The season changed
One day after dropping the last passenger
His eyes fell on a purse lying in the rear seat
Inside it, he found some cards
A bundle of currency notes
One lakh Indian rupees
That would amount to
Around eight hundred dollars
For the first time
He was on crossroads
The right-hand road he looked at
The right brain itched
Lucrative and lovely
The left-hand one looked logical
Take care it warned
The left brain he scratched
Folds on the forehead
The choice was difficult
Unlike Robert Frost
Perhaps the purse owner
Had withdrawn the money from a bank
To meet some emergency
He rationalized
Rummaging the purse
He got a useful telephone number
He dialed it
Answered a suave voice
The caller narrated how he had got the purse
The responder melted in gratefulness
" I am busy in my office.
My wife will see you in an hour.
Do please visit us one day and have lunch
with us"
Handsome looking
Auto-rickshaw owner smiled
Looked still further handsome
Mrs. Dasgupta arrived at the appointed hour
He returned the purse
A month later she gave him a return gift
It was almost a love at first sight
This time
He was at a really difficult crossroads
September 17, 2019
Crossroads Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Silent One
Through the passage of time up until this day,
unaware and ignorant are left behind.
Delusions of charlatans lead them astray.
These are ones proving most evil of their kind.
I see among the assembled multitude,
there is an abundance of those in dire need.
Affluent ones display reckless lassitude.
Wealthy pay no heed due to their greed.
Appalled by this destitution, I now share.
I remain with my own weight to carry.
I am separate from those who do not care.
My activity will not let me tarry.
The virtuous life’s path we must determine.
I pursue mine until time of death.
May I keep my power of acumen.
Guide and protect me until I draw last breath.
One wish was all it took to become
that realistic dreamer too bold and fearsome;
challenges taken weren't insignificant
to defeat the slickness of the ruthless tyrant!
And he suppressed the kid's aspirations transformed
by need not forced choice into effervescent dreams
to stay clear of retribution, of a possible vengeance;
and yet hope incessantly gleamed regardless of fears!
One can be deviated from a stranded thought, but not for long;
what was set in motion by God will occur in predestined time!
Who wants to be the server of the master who oversees his life?
Escape can mean freedom unless the shackles have been removed;
there he ran with jubilant gladness, humming a fervent song
that made all trees bow and all flowers offer their fragrance!
O dreamer crown your head with great glory,
reject who hands you gold to amass his treasure
with more jewels and sapphires of inestimable value;
he might be generous once, then greed he will continue to pursue!
O dreamer, riches become shallow: if inside is cultured modesty!
How many wishes can one have? Will they all be real?
Center your attention on what seems very promising,
empty out the stagnant water from your slow windmill,
fill it with your divergent curiosity and stay amazing!
The place God made for man to dwell,
was so designed to suit him well.
Created perfect, without flaw,
each small detail inspired awe.
Living is much more than dwelling
Its impact is much more telling.
It pertains to our being,
not just to what others are seeing.
God made us to live forever
and His love will leave us never.
Sin has not quenched our desire
to live the life that is higher.
Enjoying fellowship with God,
each moment by His presence awed,
delighting to Him worship give,
this is how we were meant to live.
To live in this ethereal space
requires God’s enabling grace.
When we are sustained by God’s love
we seek those things which are above
Our minds and thoughts are renewed
when they are with God’s Word infused.
As we delight to do God’s will
His fragrance will our being fill.
The trials and the cares of earth
will not invade our soulish mirth
for we are breathing heaven’s air
and live in a celestial sphere.
The allurements of earthly things
no longer tug at our heartstrings.
In Christ, we’ve found the perfect home
while dwelling below heaven’s dome.
Our dwelling here is built on sand
the storms of life it can’t withstand.
It is somewhat like a tent
that life’s storms can easily rent.
If you live within your dwelling
you will all perish in its felling,
If you pursue earthly pleasures,
you’ll forfeit eternal treasures.
Live above, not in your dwelling,
by a life refined and telling.
Then when Jesus comes in the sky,
you will ascend with Him on high.
Turning sideways, once more I lay crouched in bed,
Not compelled to wake up and run round the clock.
The family, gone on a four-day adventurous trip.
Left to myself, may I devour this calm with none to block.
Listening to the hiss of falling rain, here I lie.
The breeze that steals in through the window ajar,
Tousles my hair and briskly passes.
I hear a Bulbul warbling from a tree afar.
Snuggling beneath my woolly blanket,
With deadlines none, I feel so light.
Lazily watching the sun beams filtering down,
I lie quiet, my mind, like a bird in flight.
This brief respite is truly a delight,
At a time when life is going out of gear,
With so much of work and very many errands,
Task on task and each day’s toil and care.
Now the house is empty with my own space,
To pursue things of my preferential choice,
To feast on the flowers in dawn’s early light,
And to lose myself in the company of the Muse.
To indolently watch the time slipping by,
To indulge in all fanciful things that gladden,
To skip a meal and close the kitchen down,
To hum and sing in gay abandon.
Loneliness, at times I warmly embrace,
When exhausted with life’s ceaseless mess.
Of late I have begun to realize,
It sure has its shimmering gloss.
* * *
After a cool night’s blissful sleep and rest,
I woke up a little late, feeling full of zest.
Today, like a nomad, free to roam in places I love,
And venture out on a day’s audacious quest!
Jan. 2023
~ Placed First~
Pick- a- Title, Vol.34. Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Edward Ibeh
I explore thee in the glorious sunrise over the lake,
I search thee in the joyous flight of birds,
I wish the bright sun rays would fill my heart with cheers,
I hope the spirit of freedom will uplift my emotions,
Yet I feel an emptiness in me overshadowing your existence.
I chase thee in the drifting clouds,
I pursue thee in the green mountain valleys,
I wish you would fill my instincts with the cloudlike divine ecstasy,
I hope you would paint my mind with the valley's eternal gaiety,
Yet I can't discover you in the wonders of nature.
I gaze thee amidst twinkling stars in starry nights,
I probe thee in the moon light over the dark shadows,
I wish you would comfort me from my agony and distress,
I hope you would give me strength to overcome my fears,
Yet I mysteriously elude you from my feelings and emotions.
I seek thee in the deep blue eyes of my love,
I quest thee in the money and riches,
I wish your love would last forever in me,
I hope money and wealth would bring some glitter in me,
Yet I am disheartened as I can't find you in materialistic pleasures.
I know you are waiting for me somewhere,
I would love you with deep passion,
I wish my pain and sorrow would be replaced with joy with your touch,
I hope my dreams and hopes would come alive with your presence,
Yet only if I could just find you somewhere.