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Yesterday I dreamed a dream,
that had no end.
You in your white gown, and long, black hair flowing.
You were calling my name.
I heard you, but I couldn't reach you!
And when I say your soul was tainted.
You went out in the night life.
You dressed in your black, evening ball gown.
You danced till the Red Sun came out, over the horizon.
You smiled at me.
A flame in my heart burned red hot!
My knees and hands shook with nerves;
Nerves of love and joy.
I blew you a kiss,
but you turned away!
Oh, please don't turn away from me,
for I would die, if it happened again!
Your beautiful and golden heart showed me the truth.
The truth that every gentleman wants to hear.
I've seen you walk the streets,
in the blue dawn of August.
As I followed you, you stopped and looked at me.
You smiled so beautifully, and my heart fluttered into oblivion!
You walked with your friends and I went my way.
I couldn't find a single trace of you that day.
I cried out "Why did I leave her like this?!"
I looked for you, all over the courtyards and town squares!
Yet no sight of your beauty.
... No sight of your golden heart, that I hold so dear to mine.
Where did you go?
Why did you leave?
Why did I leave... that is the question!
I should have stayed by your side,
till the ends of time.
Yet I had left.
Why...?
One gloomy and parish midnight.
I came along a road,
and soon found myself in front of a wayward cafe.
Smiling faces all around me.
I spotted a beautiful face that outstood all the other faces around me.
It was yours.
Your face brought me to sanity and I went over too you!
You spotted me and tried to run!
I caught you in the dirty hallway and pulled you in.
Our eyes met and I fell in love once again.
Sanity re-entered my mind, body and soul.
I kissed you and you kissed back.
You held my hand, and we left the cafe and walked down the street.
The street was gloomy, yet we together brightened the dark street.
We went back to the lit up city streets, of the lands filled with smiling faces,
and we fell in love and slept together.
You lay there in my restless arms and I gave you a sweet kiss,
upon your sweet and soft head.
Your dark hair was sweet smelling and felt of silk.
I closed my eyes and fell asleep with you,
there in my arms and we dreamed together
till the morning came and woke me up,
and took you away from my weak and weary arms.
I dreamed a dream of you.
The memoirs of an ashtray should be written by the giggling pot pourri for pot pourri are neither properly printing nor are the proficient professional photographic petals. How exciting is the table today? Not very. For it is very difficult to discover a tabletop when all is thrown upon it like a raked lawn disturbed by a windy day. Tons of papers jostling for position fighting for space with the clothes and the pen takes up the most room but is asleep and snoring. And who would wish to wake a pen for on waking they can become quite irate so always move quietly if they are in slumber. The dog sees the mess on the table and leaves to play with his toy. The leaving of the dog displeased the table who enjoyed the dogs company and often chatted about wood for hours with the woof. The table groans and groans at the weight and the mess. But to no avail. Causing landslides around the house with its bellow and volcanic voice. The little plant pot in the centre popped through a t shirt and with its leaves pushed and swept all of the contents of the tabletop onto the recently swept floor. Ha it thought. I will now get some water today because I am exposed and no longer in a tomb of clothes. Good. The table was laughing at the resulting mess on the floor. The dog re entered the room and upon seeing the clothes and papers decided to chew then sleep. This was not good news for the returning zoo people. Sixty five elephants, a giraffe, a giant eel, a pride of lions, sixteen baboons, a leopard, one five metre penguin, eighteen tropical fish, a four thousand foot ostrich with a four mile beak, all entered the house. Saw the mess but went about their chores. Cooking and cleaning and bathing. Then seated at the table were the gorilla family who played games of cards till after midnight accompanied by the ambience of tunes from the other animals who were well versed in violin, guitars, bongos, trumpets, cellos, harpsichords and penny whistles. The table was quite content. Harmonic heavenly haven. And no bread crumbs to spit on him. Fantastic...........mesmerized Z Z Z Z. With a tall bearded cuckoo clock calling from a cloud. Z
Form:
In the coffin lay your body silent and still
As with wax, sealed were your eyes
Bared of all passion, pain and strain
You were at rest, tranquil was your face
When your body was lowered into the grave
Tears trickled from our eyes like streams of blood
We stood orphaned beside the newly dug up pit
Knowing quite well that the days of glory have fled!
When you left, leaving in us a contused wound
We hoped time would heal the gash quite soon
But with every passing day you’re sorely missed
Especially when our life goes out of tune
At times when I feel lonesome with none to care
In weariness I search you among the stars of the sky
When my heart twitches with an unknown pain
To your comforting presence, my mind does fly
Sometimes I envision you coming into my room
Smiling that sweet smile in the dead of the night
But soon I realize it is only a fleeting vision
And from my sight, you vanish like an ethereal sprite
Rambling through the avenues of vanished years
We remember your sweet assurance, tender care n’ love
But never will we have the joy of having them again
For you flew into the horizon like a gentle dove
Mom, your presence my tiny world once filled
With that old bygone past how I was content
A treasure of sweet memories still I do hold
Now your eternal absence, how deeply I lament
Oh Mother, though you are dead and gone
Our love for you is inscribed deep in our hearts
Which nothing can erase or erode and will last
Until finally life from our body silently departs!
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April.27.2022
Re entered for Loved and Lost Poetry Contest
Sponsor - Regina McIntosh
~Placed First~
A Mother’s Love, Tribute of Love for Mother’s Day
Poetry Contest
Sponsor – B. J. Legros Kelley
When hope shines out from a blue canopy,
there's something magical about the day!
My soul is filled with sweet felicity
when hope shines out from a blue canopy.
The world seems brighter. Look about; you’ll see
the birds and bees and butterflies at play!
When hope shines out from a blue canopy,
there's something magical about the day!
A sapphire sheet becomes the sky at night
as magic of this happy day extends.
A canopy adorned with flecks of light -
a sapphire sheet becomes the sky at night.
Bright stars: I wish I may, I wish I might
have all my dreams come true before night ends!
A sapphire sheet becomes the sky at night
as magic of this happy day extends.
HM for a contest at Soup back in 2011
Now used May 4, 2019
for Richard Lamoureux's the 'Honourable Mentions worth mentioning. ' Poetry Contest
Background story:
As I looked through my HM's to find one to enter in this contest, I found several that I felt were some of my best poems; however, they had won a placement at least in one other contest here at Soup, so I wanted to find a poem I really liked that had never placed with anything other than HM. Of all my HM's that were re-entered in other contests, this one stood out to me. It got not only an HM, but also two NA's. I believe the other contests I entered it in were standard contests not asking for new poems. I had worked hard to make each stanza bright and uplifting to fit the original theme of "hope." None of the contests it had been entered into required strict rules about form, etc., so I have felt puzzled as to why it has not fared better. I will let you, Richard, be the judge if it is worthy of recognition better than HM or NA from you.
Spreading the good news
Spreading the kindness
Kindness keeps spreading
Kindness heals rascals
Rascals were lying
Rascals and the pope
Pope and Cardinals
Pope re-entered Rome
Rome the papal territory
Rome the city of roman religion
Religion has no office hours
Religion as a set of an ‘unseen’ being
Being a light to others
Being Christian is more than being good
Good name as a personal integrity
Good progress that grows hopeful
Hopeful to have time for others
Hopeful for the kind of love
Love of God and love of neighbor
Love is patient
Patient means being peaceful
Patient means being merciful
Merciful and being considerate
Merciful God
God hides inside you
God as the Holy Spirit
Holy Spirit is God’s power in action
Holy Spirit has nine fruits
Fruits of gentleness
Fruits of faithfulness
Faithfulness being “divine persuasion”
Faithfulness means commitment
Commitment requires faithfulness
Commitment requires self-sacrifice
Self-sacrifice is an altruistic abstinence
Self-sacrifice is akin to self-denial
Self-denial is also self-abnegation
Self-denial leads to self-improvement
Self-improvement must remove old habits
Self-improvement in Christianity
Christianity as a religion based on beliefs
Christianity based on the teachings of Jesus
Jesus chose to suffer on the cross
Jesus ascended to heaven
Heaven as the throne of God and the holy angels
Heaven as the abode for the righteous dead in the afterlife
Afterlife as a contrast to the belief in “oblivion after death”
Afterlife as a continuation of existence in a spiritual realm
Realm…
Death…
05.28.16
Every day is a page to write a new story
But isn't this life's diary?
Leather aroma
Tightly bound tome
Mint and crisp at birth
Becoming well thumbed and worn
Finally we reach the last page
As we reach our last breath
To be filed away in the Great Library
Shelved with all the others
Do we meekly record our lives?
The next page like the last?
Are the paragraphs important?
The sentences?
The phrases?
The words?
The letters?
The droplets of drying ink?
Maybe it's the paper?
Most days are plain writing paper
Some are parchment
Some are toilet tissue
Bit of cardboard here and there
Or is it what we do with it?
Tear out a day
Let's start with a paper airplane
That was fun
Tear out a few weeks?
Shred and mix water?
Papier maché?
Make some great volcanoes!
Tear out a season?
Spring, summer, autumn, winter
Doesn't matter
Bit of origami?
Sandpaper swans?
Foolscap frogs?
Papyrus posies?
Or tear out a lifetime
One day at a time
Score and fold and stick and cut
Small pieces join together
Slowly takes shape
Patience
Build a model
Build a sculpture
Build a masterpiece
Save the last page for the epitaph
At the end the Great Librarian
Takes this finished life
Glasses perch precariously on the point of her nose
Tightly bunned hair now slightly askew
She shakes her head and tuts
"Not another one!"
"We don't have the space!"
"I'll just have to squeeze this between Mozart and Einstein"
(Entry for the "quote response" contest - re-entered for the "Premiere I - OpenPoetry Contest")
Watery eyed thoughts came,
Zap! Pow! a short circuited brain.
Inward turned burned ocular pain,
too many thoughts to restrain
I’m a cheap sheep making my mistakes again.
Smell my seared wool going down the drain.
Ba, ba, blackishly wishing I was right as rain.
Words accessed by my fingertips
help to quicken my sheepish heartbeat
Yet I bang on my keyboard, DELETE, DELETE!
Ripping out digital scores, sheet by sheet.
Never once listening to what other sheep bleat.
Instead I feel my brain draining
as my barnyard thoughts are straining
I can’t translate what they’re saying.
It sounds to much like blah blah complaining.
I’m watching you fake shepherd boy,
black sheep never sleep
into the darkness we’re destined to creep.
Sad sadistic secrets you’ve burdened us to keep
So we push our charred thoughts way down deep,
as we travel paths dangerous and steep.
Within the silence of the lambs,
you devilishly relish hearing us weep.
While I admire fleece as white as snow.
I’m not inclined to go where those sheep go.
Their path leads to your fictional rainbow.
They’re not safe just because they travel slow.
The True Shepherd wouldn’t lead them to and fro
I listen to my uneasy queazy feeling
and exit your proverbial row.
I wish I could stop them too
but, ba ba ba, to the slaughter they go.
For Wow Me Poetry Contest entered August 26, 2019.
Written August 21, 2019
Re-entered in John Hamilton’s N/A contest
When times are tough - survival fought
Bread and circus come to naught
Do we need hard work and thought?
No. Just a good man
Theory needs some evidence
Faith ignores this - that's its strength
Leaps of logic - any length
Believe the good man
Listen close to his solution
Break the chains of destitution
Rise together! Revolution!
Follow the good man
There is no grey - just black and white
Choose whose side you want to fight
We will set our world alight
All for the good man
With truth and lies and sword and gun
The battle's fought - the war is won
But the work is far from done
Hail the good man
We bring order - must be cruel
Wheat from chaff - we need a tool
Divide all men - judge by our rule
Fear the good man
Do not kill but love your brother
Do not steal and do not covet
Unless he says to do the other
Obey the good man
We must educate the young
Burn the books except our one
Hymns and anthems will be sung
Raised by the good man
Pick a group and call them names
Pose no danger - often blamed
Kill them now! They're all the same!
Hate for the good man
Times are tough - we suffer pain
Do we work and use our brains?
Or revolution turns again?
There's always another good man
Entry for "a good man" contest - re-entered for "your best rhyming poem 2" contest
Written 29th October 2016
Re-entered with edited title
Like a complex computer is your brain.
Like A. I., always it’s adapting and changing too.
However, being human, it’s hard to train
traditions and old feelings out of you.
If you’re normal, you’ve got a hard drive
that’s probably a little stuck, and that’s okay!
New software helps you out, but since around age five,
your computer’s wanted to stay a certain way!
The screen you show the world reflects the things
that make you who you are, and there are few
who change their hard drive even when life brings
amazing technology (experiences) to you.
Hard-wired in many ways you’ve been since birth
for the ways that you respond to good and bad.
Childhood is tied up greatly to your self-worth
and to the things that make you glad or sad.
You might not like what other folks can see
on your screen (reflections of the authentic you).
Some can hide those things, but eventually
certain things that trigger you show the world what’s true.
Mighty changes can be wrought through God and prayer,
but if you are really satisfied with what
the “real you” looks like, just love yourself, for there
is little doubt – good and caring people can trust their gut!
May 16, 2023
For Unseeking Seeker's Screen Of Awareness Poetry Contest
There were infinite shades of green
a few angelic scented cascades
a pair of brown birds sang to me
I tossed a bit of chocolate on the pine needle carpet.
They beaked the pieces and quickly flew off,
somewhat ungrateful-I thought.
Breaching tree line, the apron was next.
Thick necked Marmots played alpine flutes
rough and tumble attitudes. but not unfriendly.
The picas were shy and very difficult to find
(furry headed stones against the talus gray sky).
After hiking a dozen switchbacks
I came upon a crushed emerald pond
granite lined and orchid shaped
living off winter's froth.
I decided the pond
wouldn't be nameless after all.
I finally reached the pinnacle
and was greeted by a shiny gummy bear.
At elevation it looked like a yellow gem.
Another hiker boasted, he was the second highest thing
in the lower forty-eight. (He was taller than me).
I was too fatigued to say anything.
The panorama was humbling/the air was pinkish and pure.
I was nearer to God then I'd ever been.
I re-entered the forest, sipping a cherry soda
That night I slept as if I were orphaned from death.
Dreaming about chocolate birds and giant yellow bears.
When I awoke, I was no longer the tallest of anything.