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In the resonant noise of continual commotion,
as the voice of hysteria feels quietened
by the tender touch of consummate calmness,
the serene sheath of sentiments sinks slow
with uniquely unexpressed notion
in the unreachable forsaken depth of the mute mind.
When the cacophony outside finally subsides,
the unsaid becomes the sound of silence,
that vibrates where it finds the desired niche,
strikes softly the unknown chord of harmony.
The expression enunciates what isn’t conveyed yet
from the placid depth of quietude.
In the chaotic space of crumbled relationships
the squally sentiments spiral outraged
in the whirlwind of invasive indignation,
where they once grew in the eye of resentment storm.
Many hues of sensitivity act in the kaleidoscopic show
in the frozen depth of the heart unfeelingly hollow.
When the tempest stops after the apocalypse,
the designed perceptual shroud of stalled silence
spreads in the psychic pathway paved by cogent essence,
where the fragrant wind of seraphic spring blows
with floral emotions that walk the dormant desires
in the desolate streets of solitude.
'twas in a room in Blandford, on a bright spring day
When a voice within my head a whispering, whispering to my dismay
For the voice grew from a whisper , and it would not go away
The voice was dry and eerie, Like demons from the days of yore
So I was emboldened and challenged, what want est from me thou this day
And the voice replied sadistically, I'm here to take you away
Now you have read of the raven, from the pen of Edgar Allen Poe
And i'm a relative of the raven, and our lord wants you to know
That poets like you, increase the spirit of mere mortal men
So i'm here to maybe frighten, even more to stop you writing
And to even stop thee from creating hero's, like the poets from days of yore
If to stop thee I must kill thee, then I am willing for its a dead I have accomplished before
As the evil voice was cackling, my mind aghast was flapping
Wondering if today would be my last, and if I was bound for Hades shore
Then a voice so soft and tender, cried out spirit I demand your surrender
And I looked and saw a hero, straight from Thermopalies blood red shore
Stood with shining sword and shield, it was a warrior from Spartan lore
and the voice in my head quietened, and I knew I was safe for sure
Safety is but an illusion, in a world of hurt and pain
Sometimes the only victory, is for the sun to oust the rain
But 'im aware deep in my heart of hearts, that the rain will come again
So I must be like the sun, bold unshackled and free
So that when the rain returns I may be unwavering, and burn it away
And maybe ill be free for life eternal, like bold Homer in Dauntes tale of yore
The trees ache with a pain only those who have witnessed true horror
The swinging rope moping for it had been turned to a killer
The threads unravelling trying to escape
A maze with no end
Running, running, running Away
Yet still can't escape its fate
A fallen leaf a tear of the tree
Weeping for a life no more
Haunted by the thought of how many more
Will face a death so brutal
The branches snap screaming in pain
Wishing to not be a ploy in their game
The blood Soaked roots
Will grow into a plant who will wear their name
The sun has hidden things will never be the same
A life lost is a star gained
The world grieves with drops of rain
Trying to control a harrowing pain
The buildings still paying respects
Dressed in a layer of a grief so known
For centuries it stood a witness to a tragedy all alone
The broken windows shattered by the screams it spoke
Choked by the air which had lost all hope
What must become of a body disposed
More blood than man
The red that shows
Maybe good can come evil where flowers may grow
Maybe the sky will gift a rainbow
To bring hope for another tomorrow
What becomes of body now gone
What happens to a family who couldn't mourn
A death that brought about violent storm
The earth has quietened
The streets forlorn
Watching another black families heart be torn
The end of a funeral left to a house rid of warmth
The world haunted by the joy long gone
What becomes of a world without the lights on
What becomes of a world that houses an atmosphere so cold
What becomes of a world where the that barely holds on
Slowly crumbling its foundations
The structure that holds everything up
Has now been torn down
What becomes of a world that let's black people down
It becomes a place where joy becomes a ghost town
Everything in life is so unpredictable, even in nature.
Hopefully everything will turn out ok in the end!
Wishing you a wonderful day!
MOODS OF NATURE - WEATHER
The clouds suddenly go dark, gloomy and grey,
A rumble of thunder in the distance,
"We should take cover!" I say.
Electrifying!!! The lightening, lights up the sky,
The storm is definitely heading this way!
Crashing noises of anger,
The thunder now rages and roars,
Torrential rain,
The heavens start to pour,
Bouncing and dancing,
As the rain hits the floor.
People running quickly to hide inside,
Shivers start to run down my spine.
Looking anxiously for a shelter to find!
Heading for shops, cafes, joining the crowd,
CHANGE OF MOOD
Ten minutes later, we no longer hide.
The storm has quietened down,
People start to go back outside.
The sky is no longer raining tears,
People smile and look up towards the sky,
A bright coloured, magical rainbow appears!!!
How beautiful!! It brightens up our day,
We carry on and continue on our way!
It was a stressful drive
Up north I-seventy-five
The rain came pouring down
Water, water, all around
Semi-trucks carrying loads
Vie for places on road
I was in middle lane
Trying to remain sane
Suddenly, a cloud burst
In the gray, rainy mist
The car in front - me at rear
Seemed to disappear
The burst yielded splashes
Obliterated dash-
To keep one's facing nerve
Thankfully, there's no curve
All traveling at least sixty
Unable to drop to fifty
"I'm in trouble" thought aloud
Then, God quietened the cloud
The falling rain continued
I moved to outside lane
And did drive home safely
Thankful for my bravery
Such is life, we move along
Dreaming, singing our song
When a challenge comes our way
Then, "Dear God guide me today"
Now, I praise Him, my Protector,
Still feeling as unnerved victor
I pause to shudder and reflect
About His goodness to protect.
E. Pearl Anderson 2021
Emerging from dappled shadows dim
Panther skulk speaks compassion's incessance
Gentlest ally protects all Creator's kin
Hunter's bulk subdued by sweet breath essence
Hot wafting exhale compels creatures
Fragrance soothes universal firm friendships
Mottle spot camouflage flank features
Manuscript of many talents shared intensive
Granted allegiance nurtures frightened
Hundred eyed hide has stealth of God on Earth
In Panther's presence, fears quietened
Caterwaul roar at tomb mouth reclaims His turf
5th October 2020
Written for Contest : Panther, Legendary Creature
Sponsor : Julia Ward
“If you would merge with oneness, vaporise!
Be a child again, welcoming surprise!”
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Immersed in limitation
Shrouded in darkness
Feeling thus confined
We flounder about
Hither and thither
Searching for joy
Bliss in permanence
Yet our heart senses
That we are far more
Than this mind body
With senses externalised
Lower mind fragmenting
Trying to piece together
The puzzle of life
Without success
Thus in delusion
Hypnotised by illusions
We strive and struggle
Hoping for a miracle
Which instantly appears
No sooner we ask
As voice of conscience
Echoing Gods will
Which has but one vibration
Love unconditional
Here begins a struggle
Between head and heart
Between ego and the divine
Former seizing, grasping
The latter, sharing, connecting
We recognise
That the voice of truth
Is that of conscience
Yet, we fear to lose
Fleeting images garnered
Or which we yearn for
Since we are clinging
To ego mind body
Stagnating in ferality
Trapped by our own hand
Unable to escape
It is then
That God in His compassion
Extends us a hand
Showing us the clear light
Of immutable truth eternal
By posing challenges
By signalling the futility
Of chasing a mirage
Illusionary thought forms
Which is what
All manifestations are
Thus when so graced
We begin to look inwards
In silence and stillness
Thought rested awareness
Doing nothing
Simply resting
Poised in the void
Of no-thingness
Desireless
Fearless
Detached
Nonchalant
Unexpectant
In timeless time
In as ordained
Attention is softened
Thoughts are quietened
Ego cravings recede
The external fades
As we get to
Vibrant emptiness
Thus we are
Thus we remain
For as long as it takes
Toxins within cleansed
Our earth life vessel
This mind body
Is readied
To receive the elixir
The magnetic impulse
Of Gods bountiful love
In boundless measure
The paths are many
We know them not
For we are not the doer
God alone is the mover
In childlike trust
Aspect allowing
We imbibe the bliss
Scintillating
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He is that who may not be named
We too are as He, oh hermit
Within heart as the turret
Our divinity unstained
05-December-2020
Contest: The light N/A
A weakened auric field
Where fear forms orbit
The once radiant heart
Now self-blocks grace
To enliven feeble form
The soul feels trapped
In the ailing body-mind
Whilst ego is satisfied
That it is now the focus
Of our creative attention
Awareness self-aware
Observes this anomaly
Where conflict of interest
Between ego and soul
Prevents body’s healing
In time stretched silence
Tremulous heart quietened
Our nonchalant presence
Aligns form with the void
Attuned to God's vibrations
Knowing not soul's intent
To experience limitations
We erase guilt of erst sin
Which is but an ego script
That we dwell in despair
We are God's prodigal son
Always welcome in heaven
There never was separation
Between our Father and us
And so healing must follow
Such is our soul's invocation
Innocent and free from doubt
At the same time recognising
That soul has free will, not us
As in lower mind, who so asks
31-March-2023
It was a stressful drive
Up north I-seventy-five
The rain came pouring down
Water, water all around
Semi- trucks carrying loads
Vie for places on road
I was in middle lane
Trying to remain sane
Suddenly, a cloud burst
In the gray, rainy mist
The car in front – me at rear
Seemed to disappear
The burst yielded splashes
Obliterated dash-
To keep one’s facing nerve
Thankfully, there’s no curve
All traveling at least sixty
Unable to drop to fifty
“I’m in trouble” thought aloud
Then, God quietened the cloud
The falling rain continued
I moved to outside lane
And did drive home safely
Thankful for my bravery-
Such is life, we move along
Dreaming, singing our song
When a challenge comes our way
Then,” Dear God guide me today”
Now, I praise Him, my Protector,
Still feeling as unnerved victor
I pause to shudder and reflect
About His goodness to protect.
-Evelyn Pearl Anderson
09/23’2021
She remained silent amidst the squeaks of the bats
Sleeping on the hostel bed, she dreamt of winging like a dove.
Her tears were blended with the blood of her chopped childhood.
Her mother's lap seemed to be the only place away from humiliating world.
Rain drops never fell on her umbrella and her feet never peddled a bicycle.
The winter snow never kissed her blanket and her only companion was her mom.
When she cracked jokes, her back was badly bruised.
Relishing the taste of her favorite chocolate made her starve that night.
When her friends danced in rain, she feared the thunders.
Watching her favorite TV show turned her a dark room prisoner.
The telephone in the boarding house never sang her name.
Saturday evenings never welcomed her into the visitor's room.
Her honey dipped concerts never sweetened the souls of her beloved.
Bed time stories never quietened her panicked breath.
Her questions were unanswered
Her screams were unheard
Her jokes were uncelebrated
Her pains were unattended.
Slowly,
Her sensitive heart was replaced by a sensible mind
Her unsung emotions turned into powerful words.
Her immense thirst for affection ended as she embraced and drank the juices of self love.
Years of her inner struggle finally endowed her with buoyant wings.
That innocent soul who was once called a thief,
Now stole a million hearts with her ink.