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When the pall of gloom overcasts my mind
And at cross roads bewildered as I stand
I tell myself
This shall pass
When my mind is full of fear
And I find no single soul to share
I tell myself
This too shall pass
When darkness invades my abode
And there is not even a ray of light inside
I tell myself
This too shall pass
When my burdens weigh heavier than I can bear
And when no one around seems to care
I tell myself
This too shall pass
When storm clouds gather in the sky
And my tensions rise high
I tell myself
This too shall pass
When the road ahead stretches strenuous
And the distance makes me nervous
I tell myself
This too shall pass
When those I love and trust let me down
And look upon me with scorn and frown
I tell myself
This too shall pass
When misfortunes flow in torrent
And am caught in the eddying current
I tell myself
This too shall pass
When the cycle of seasons keep changing
Life, from sorrows to joy will surely be shifting
Let us wait for the pendulum to have its full swing
And let our hopes heavenward steadily wing!
Love will again fill the air
Doves of peace will coo in pair
The wintry chill will lose its frosty bite
Spring will come on wings like a sprite
‘‘Nevertheless, the hilltop hour
Would not be half so wonderful
Were there no dark valleys to traverse”
Helen Keller’s words resonate in my ears
Placed Second
'Hope' Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Mohan Cutani
If you’re a carpenter,
You can fix it with a hammer and nail
If you’re a captain,
You can get there with a crew and a sail
If you’re the warden,
You can lock it up inside of a jail
Everybody got a solution
Nobody possibly wrong
I’d love to jump to a conclusion
But the distance is too damn long
If you’re an analyst,
You can lay it down on your couch
If you’re an activist,
You need only march and shout
If you’re an anarchist,
Go on and burn the city down
Everybody got a solution...
Biased perspectives --
Hidden objectives --
Static images in a prime lens
Our various stances
Across the same plane
Decide how each ray of light bends
If you’re a scientist,
You can theorize and postulate;
If a Creationist,
We been kicked outta the garden by fate
A sado-masochist?
Should be no problem keeping a date
I’m no romanticist --
I’m too old to stay up this late
Everybody see the solution
Nobody possibly wrong
I’d love to jump to a conclusion
But the distance is too damn long
Festival of Lights
The festival of lights came during the darkest of times..!!
The lord of lords returned home, defeating the great king who was lost..!!
Today during the darkest phase of my life, I wish I could be happy again..!!
Watching the beautiful lights around, and people enjoy their time.!!
For me the view today is no longer beautiful but the worse..!!
No, it is not about my own personal plight..!!
But about the people who have lost their sight..!!
We forget the lord belongs to all, he is not just yours or mine..!!
It is the celebration of lights, but we feel pride bursting the fire crackers all throughday and night..!!
Forgetting about the pain of the voiceless, already living a life noone else would like..!!
Looking at them running around looking for a safe heaven for a little while..!!
But we laugh watching them run around all scared, which is not a pleasant sight!!
We try to help, by giving a few a shelter but still so many still suffer the pain..!!
Lord !!
Can't you see all this? Or you just prefer to ignore!! What is that you would gain?
Or our lives do not matter to you anymore??
We want to help, but can't..
I am losing the faith I love, losing the faith on you my lord..!!
Lord .. I look upto you for help.. I beg of you for support and a ray of light!!
The festival of lights came during the darkest of times..!!
The lord of lords returned home, defeating the great king who was lost..!!
We forget the lord belongs to all, he is not just yours or mine..!!
I woke up early one cold winter's morn; *
A ray of light had roused me from my sleep,
And gazing at the rose-pink blush of dawn
My eyes excitedly began to sweep
Across the frosted landscape to the deep
Soft bed of snow on fields and hillside steep.
The world had been transformed beyond compare.
A pristine blanket clothed the frozen ground.
As sunlight filtered through the frosty air
Such dazzling brightness shimmered all around.
Soft flurries of light snow fell without sound
And silhouettes with crystal glace were crowned.
A child-like joy embraced my ageing heart
To see this winter wonderland unfold.
A spectacle of such majestic art
Its silver sheen more dazzling still than gold.
A stunning transformation to behold
Of origin divine and imprint bold.
And though now frail, come morning light I planned
To take a little walk through virgin land.
*(Please note that in British English, ‘morn’ and ‘dawn’ are a perfect rhyme)
26/12/18
'Winter wonderland poetry contest' : Sponsor :Émile Pinet
'Winter Wonders Within Nature Poetry Contest'
Sponsor:M. L. Kiser
I saw a ray of light beaming
A big smile on your face
...catching me off guard
I felt your energy radiating
Warm…comforting…trying to draw me in
I am scared and my thoughts are racing
You are trying to break down this wall
This wall. The same wall I created for you…
To block you out…to hide my vulnerability
…And now suddenly out of the blue
Here you are...
Seemingly innocent and caring
Gloomy eyes piercing and daring…trying to unnerve me
But I know my worth
I am strong, and I am vivacious
…Never to be fooled again
I have earned back my reign
I am that woman who stood up courageously
You are done…I am no longer a victim of pain and destruction
You are done giving me misery
I can lift my head up high…and finally…finally I have found my destiny
In darkness deep, where shadows creep,
I find myself, lost and weak.
No air to breathe, no light to see,
A suffocating world surrounding me.
In barren lands, where hope has died,
Hopeless tears within me reside.
No air to breathe, no solace near,
Just whispers of sorrow so deafeningly clear.
Silent screams echo in the night,
Lost in a void, devoid of sight.
No air to breathe, no escape found,
A drowning soul forever bound.
Abyssal depths consume my soul,
Seeping sadness taking its toll.
No air to breathe, no respite in sight,
A soul struggling, losing the fight.
But through the chaos, a flicker ignites,
A glimpse of hope amidst the darkest of nights.
A ray of light, piercing the despair,
A promise of restoration, my soul to repair.
No longer suffocating, a gasp I take,
Revitalized, my spirit shall awake.
With every breath, life's sweetness I receive,
No air to breathe, but now, I truly believe.
For in the depths, where shadows lie,
There exists a strength that cannot die.
No air to breathe, yet I shall go on,
Embracing the darkness, until the light is dawned.
sitting there, the flower incased amung weeds,
will she ever see another flower when she's surrounded by these?
blocking her world, blocking her view,
smothering her beauty that's supposed to shine through,
until one day the gardener came, and pulled out those weeds,
she felt the wind gust through her tiny soul, for now she could finally see,
a small ray of light but with just enough view,
as she leaned in towards the sun, she felt her spirit grew,
just enough hope to be able to see,
to grow stronger and taller, to know she was free,
and as she poked her head out, the gardener could see,
to pull the rest out, so that she could breathe,
the space that she needed in her field was anew,
and with time and in season her new heart grew,
her essence spread wide as the wind carried her seed,
to replant and replenish for more beauty to be seen
Form:
Footsteps of Midnight
Sealed in a cave
No beginning - no end,
No dawn – no dusk,
No sunrise – no sunset,-
Only the constant echoing footsteps of midnight,
Pursued – haunted -
Pushing the soul closer to the fine edge
Of madness swirling in a yawning abyss;
Icy terror rises up in streams of numbing vapors
With silent fingers ready to entrap
Any soul wandering too near this
Silent death,
Rumbling with satisfaction
At yet another soul held captive -
Deliciously drawing away
All life
Till eyes only stare into nothingness
Never finding satisfaction,
Never enough
To fill the rumbling hunger;
The soul staggers,
Bound up in hopeless whispers,
Unable to scream,
Unable to stand beneath the weight
Of narrowing passages,
Crushing air
From struggling lungs
Pulling in winter’s breath,
Freezing the soul from the inside out,
And even tears that once beckoned
Soothing relief
Look away
Despairing;
Hands reach out - one last frantic search -
Falling into hopelessness
To hear wild demons sneering –
Victors standing over vanquished –
Laughing
Until the echoes shred the very marrow of the soul;
No hope!
No hope for life!
Their screaming bounces off the walls;
Fingers tremble,
Stretching out
For any comfort, any warmth,
Discovering what eyes search
To believe
In annunciation –
A single ray of light,
Shattering the blackness,
Crushing the demons
And their laughter
While gentle arms caress the soul
Now reconciled,
Binding wounds
Where wounds bleed no more;
Night bound eyes see again
The precious face of love.
She's the anchor that secures a ship in a storm.
She's a ray of light shining through a black cloud.
She's the calm in the midst of a hurricane.
She's a constant in the cycle of change.
She's the reality between the fantasy.
She's my friend, my lover
and on this day she became my wife.
I wrote this for my wife at our table the night before we were married about twenty-six years ago. I never put it up here before because I actually did not know a copy of this piece even still existed until my wife pulled it out of a drawer and said do you remember this poem. This was written just for her and no one other than us has ever seen it until now.
Rose, a maid so fragile and young,
found her way into my life;
like a ray of light and of love,
she healed my inward strife.
From faraway she appeared,
sage, wise, and maven;
and as she grew closer to me,
she saw in me her twin.
But from fear and from distrust
I sought to push her away:
For I feared to let her in and
let her have with me her sway.
This I did oft' now already;
but dear God in Heaven!—
by doing thus all I’ve achieved
was hurting my new twin.
Alas, alas! what have I done
to one so giving and so kind?
I'm unworthy of her friendship
and heart (one that's so hard to find).
But…O happy, happy day for me!
With her great heart and soul
she forgave my many offense
so that we may again be whole.
My comely, long and sable-haired Rose
with your apple-green eyes!
How good to me you are,—how kind,
how mild, how sweet, how very wise!
I am so honored that you call
yourself my twin and equal,
a version of me at twenty-five:—
indeed, we are reciprocal.
You have so much potential and
mastered so much, dear Rose,
that you ought not have to live
in cruel self-doubt’s shadows.
Sadly, you once said to me: “Men
like me, but I can’t see why.”
But I see why, dear Rose—for those
you love you'd give all and die.