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The storm had come and gone It took us unaware
This time it came with spears rather than flairs
We bath in pools of blood its not fair
We didn’t bother about our houses razed down,
but our brothers and sisters thrown down
why now when our bedtime stories are just to begin?
When we had hoped much on our sweet dreams
We cry till we want to drown in the pool of our own tears
Our eyeballs glowed red all night
The crimson moon shone bright on our sorry faces
Whose gonna eat our mushroom soup and say its sweet?
Who’s gonna watch our back when on the narrow path we walk at night?
And tell us tales as interesting as they can be under the full moon?
Sob.....sob....sob
Yet tears couldn’t bring back our loss.
How the seal of love duly abides
blossoming when the seasons grow lush,
and amiable on its first chapters of ecstasy—
like glorious serenades as flames ignite
the enchantment of newborn caprices;
Yet, ordeals mount after time unveils what’s real--
only to disconnect from life’s fragile weave
if mere pinpoint of vowed threads gets sewn
around it, not for the value within for ‘better or worse’ ...
Love based on mythical ideas can be
easily crushed --even razed to the ground
when ordeals persist one after another,
when the absence of tolerance rules—
as hearts embrace discontentment, wrath
instead of upholding the very reason for ardency's BEING:
Somehow , conditional love is not enough
where the mettle of true devotion begs unceasingly
for strength of will to handle the most challenging
adversities.. and only then can two souls
be bound by deep fervor prevailing through an oath
subjected to evening chills--
this unequivocal fealty heaven cannot ever deny.
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9/10/2019
Silent One's Contest
Sometimes Love Is Not Enough
Bygone recollected reflections while perched atop storied roof...
years gone by now with a poof
constituting one garden variety generic goof
bolle yours truly sprawled himself aloof
The celebrated sailing frog
from Montgomery County
went a court'n, or so the tale iz toad
to a grand ole mansion built around 1910,
and e'en 'pon
being razed ~2012 ah no dummy
sea worthiness still plainly showed,
twas February 28th, 1968,
when my father
bought the house at 324 Level Road
majority thrice score plus deux years,
rush back with unfettered exuberant zeal
this aging elf spent psalm tranquil
May days sung sotto voce
atop memorialized, prized,
shingled out, ship-shape valued,
venerated, vip voted faux vulgar demesne
"Glen Elm" named private
100+ acre wooded common weal
many a pitch perfect spring day
found yours truly
frankly basking atop the spacious roof
oft times begging the cosmic force
irrationally lyft ting this Earthlinked bing,
this uber dreamer (uplyfted Dharma) bum
willingly taken with "poof"
(magic amazing dragons)
presuming my absence,
would not be missed and whereabouts
no cause for alarm,
but the usual antics of a contemplative goof
ball, and aware
a minor for hair (Sunkist) gold
Helios innocently beckoned,
this then sole Sol tanned
within the solar raised fold
surrendering while atop
the multi acred roof where any cold
melted away, whence became bathed
like a bronze statue of auld.
Pictures of life are so blurry looking through the lens of a wet pane
Wind fills it with all its fury heavy; driving me today a cold rain
It howls with a strength; if only I could use the screen as a harnessing strain
But instead, I run from it just as a minnow swims towards a seine
It's tailwinds inflicted untold fear as they razed the central plane
There's life in this sky, elixir; as the Tulips push out of the soil this week, they can not restrain
Sunshine will fall again just as water always finds a way to drain
Such guilt seeing all the colors of the world unfold, it hurts so badly that it was expensed by others' pain
Written: September 21, 2023
Immanent yet transcendent Contest Sponsored by: Unseeking Seeker
God is both fully transcendent and utterly immanent – extensively beyond us but genuinely with us. By Poet.
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In a realm where lucid dreams spring alive.
Where the whispers to the cosmos derive
There lingers a dance—divine and bright.
Of immanent and transcendent eternal flight.
One's essence is intrinsic, or immanent.
It starts with every breath—cease is imminent.
No vitality can be razed, hence being infinite.
Every grass blade or hazard tear is then intimate.
Transcendent, preposterous afar and wide,
Beyond the circumscription of earthly stride,
Soaring through the cosmos, stars in its wake,
A cosmic symphony, a celestial shake
In this sempiternal dance, they entwine,
Immanent and transcendent, a union divine,
Akin to yin and yang, they equipoise and sway.
Prevailing us on our journey, day after day.
A soft breeze carries the imminent susurration of life.
We're fiddling with our souls and frisking our strife.
children's squealing in an accomplice's embrace.
Immanent imbues us with beauty, love, and grace.
Transcendent calls in the depths of a scarlet sky,
Heaving us hovering to the heavens up high,
In the grandeur of nature, in a sunrise hue,
Transcendent shows us there's plenteous anew.
Immanent and transcendent, a cosmic pair,
In the prance of life, are everlastingly there,
In the depths of our animus, they reside.
Wielding us in a woebegone, wondrous ride
Immanent, the divine within our reach,
Transcendent, the infinite beyond our speech,
Together, they weave the tapestry of existence.
In their dance, we find purpose and significance.
immanent and transcendent, a harmonious blend,
In each moment of their presence, we apprehend,
They remind us that we are a crux of kernel grand.
A universal symphony, a seraphic chaste band
So prance with immanent and transcendent,
Embrace the blithe and beguilement; be besant.
On the wisdom they offer, the love they bestow,
In their gyre and gambol, our souls shall grow.
Red Petals Of Everlasting Love
Perfect couples united in a Holy Matrimony
Entwined by God in His most divine harmony
They built a home in the fortress of true love
A salubrious place, their most comforting cove.
Lulling over a lake of serenity from the start
Sustained by faith and fidelity deep in the heart.
For being steadfast in love, in their conviction
Over the years, no squalls razed their foundation
Relentlessly, they look forward for future boons.
Blessed now they are with lovely and talented children
In their sacrifices and patience, dreams will be on hand
Nurtured kids by their great mother and father
God loving and fearing ones, blessings to all others.
Red petals of everlasting love rain from the sky
Outpouring over these two hearts’ boundless tie
Matrimonial bond - an oath to God forever
Eternal amorous affinity they’ll never surrender
Lifetime creases their body, it doesn’t matter.
©2016Leonora Galinta
All Rights Reserved
Feb. 14, 2016 6.05 pm.
-Sharing a a poem as my Valentines gift to couples (my cousin and his wife).. An earnest request giving me the title, “ Everlasting Love” but I added words on the title.
The daylight ghosts
I took the bus to the village
it didn’t stop there anymore, and no buses were going
that way.
The only road to my house was a track
For tractors and mules.
In my absence, wartime was hard
I met a man who
if I paid to drive to the village for a few Euros.
My old dog sat outside, and I took her some
moments before it recognized me
glad to see me.
The door was open.
I walked into the kitchen.
A man came out of the living room
He was surprised to see me.
He had moved in since the house was empty
The owner had disappeared.
The dog lives in the shed, he said. Not anymore
I said. I have nowhere to go, the man lamented
In that case, you can stay for a few days.
I took the dog for a walk in the woods
On the other side of the tracks, she liked that,
It disappeared, and I couldn’t find my way
back to the house, and the village had gone.
A person with a golf club in his hand told me
The tiny village had been razed years ago.
I had no business being here as it was the future.
And there was no way back to the old days
I had nothing to do here, and I walked towards the horizon.
I lived on Gray Street when I was a boy
and rode my bike up hither ‘n yon.
Now my home is a concrete parking lot
and all its spirits ‘n souls are gone
I sang at Greyfriars church as a child
and learnt all about moth ‘n rust.
I learnt nothing is permanent or fixed
and it too fell into rubble ‘n dust
I jumped ‘n danced at the Country Club
when fete ‘n revelry came to town.
Music played all night in the dance hall
but its colonial past was torn down
I worked at the old store on Broadway
inside its chain doors ‘n iron cage.
But now it sits a vacant lot condemned
to history lost to a demolition age
I loitered ‘n limed at the Pelican Inn
in my rum diary in younger days.
Up on Coblentz Avenue from its ruins
the inn that stood has been razed
I remember in my grandfather’s house
when voices did echo every room.
Now strangers walk among the dead
and feels more like a family tomb
I feel the reverberation of spirit ‘n soul
that these forsaken places outlast.
But I have watched life ‘n time erase
the bricks ‘n mortar of my past
Written: July 2025
A love letter not published.
I'm old now, was old ten years ago, but less in years than at present, and not too old for warm
a embrace
She was related to my wife, which makes falling in love awkward, but infatuation falls like rain where it pleases
“The rain in Spain falls mainly on the plain,” I wrote a love poem, not my metier, but as is said, nothing is as foolish as an old fool, or something like that.
A poem about the way she walked, her gracious body beautiful, the way she cast her head like a filly when angry, how could I be still like a mute when confronted
with so much desire?
My intent was pure I dictated what my heart told me
in a shivering moment, when fatally shot by the golden arrows and a heart that razed like an express to an early
death in spring, when Easter Lilies smile emitting
the intoxicating aroma of as yet unfulfilled love.
I gave the poem her to read, she became ashen-faced
Quickly, I said, I hope you like the poem it's written for
a poetry magazine that takes in love poems.
Oh, she said. Yes, a nice poem, but her hand trembled when she handed me the poem
did I see a flicker of disappointment that the poem was not meant for her.
To aerate, babble and procrastinate
decluttering man cave rubbish
welcoming this temperate
(Billy me) idle March thirtieth
tooth house sand nineteen
eventually to accomplish
sorting thru lifetime
worth miscellaneous
papered material former
rainforest, I banish
to the shredder repurposing
once upon a time
stately majestic humongous
dignified cub billed bearish,
yet stern silent taskmasters
razed forest mongers left blemish -
fueling the roaring engines
of western civilization
paper products service
material world feeding bookish
appetite, sans (ironic
knotty twist) printed
hot off the press bulletins,
bestsellers inform boyish
wordsmith, how vast
treeless tracts hasten
global abomination, chopping
degradation, lamentation... brownish
blotches encompass inert naked,
torchered, and zapped
originally pristine realms
overrun by sawyers brutish
Paul Bunyanesque (sporting
as good) fellas carved
cleared, and cropped enormous
swaths back when bullish
intruders displaced indigenous
peoples crowing manifest destiny
as mantra to appease expansionist
predilection frenzied cultish
zero sum game to annex
unbroken wilderness promulgating
feverish gold rush to demolish
wantonly scorching Earth,
whereby present day burgeoning
population irrevocably establish
ruination ushering ominous augury
permeating mine mortal mutterings.