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I bleed poetry to heal through
midnight confessions.
Mistress’s ink does not seek
your caramelized validation;
it has no desire to please
your feed of presumed perfection.
I’ve never tamed this
skill as an online profession;
this is just an unbreakable obsession~
I’m drowning in for a distraction.
Don’t question my
hazy metaphors,
veiled away from towering
thorns of introspection,
too vague and meaningless
for the skies adorned
with sleeping stars.
These scribbles of sentimental
symbolism may cause
digressing reactions,
for I’ve been sewing a
waltzing nightmare,
whilst counting syllables
within concocted connotations,
surfing through wicked
schemes of sunset-colored
sestinas to sunflower sonnets.
Now I knit hyacinth haikus
in honeysuckle hues,
woven from pristine petals
amidst wilting wilderness,
awaiting twilight that
would awaken words written
in repetitive refrains,
reigniting the flames
between spaces on fragrant pages,
so dreams will no longer
be more peaceful
than the air I breathe.
Although these lines
do not rhyme with teal-green
tides that sketch
turquoise beginnings,
I still hope time can maybe
guide this canvas home.
Lag B'Omer, a little-known Jewish celebration today
arrives in just one night and two more days
A bonfire is built, there's singing and dancing
What's there to celebrate on this holiday...
The great Rabbi Akiba had 24,005 pupils
all of whom died in 33 days, except the last five
Is it cause to rejoice that they finally stopped dying?
With only five left, you'd think we'd start crying!
The reason to remember this less-than-stellar occasion
is that old graybeard Akiva saved the whole Jewish nation
He never gave up; rather, he dug in his heels
With five students left, he doubled down on ideals
Teaching the Torah, his fiery enthusiasm renewed
Spreading God's Light, reigniting the Jews
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Rabbi Akiva lived from 50 - 135 C.E. He taught Torah after
the Romans destroyed the Second Temple in Jerusalem.
His school was immense -- 24,005 pupils -- all of whom
died one year between the first and the 33rd day of Pass-
over, primarily on account of the sin of not showing their
fellow Torah scholars the honor and respect customarily
due them.
In the silence of its hanging tomb,
the stalwart heart continues
to beat its rhythms of love’s symphony;
Starving head-lobes devour soundless
ringing, infusing vibrating bloating
as pangs of hunger does an empty belly;
Silence void of serenity is as useless
as space void of any cosmic purpose;
what worth is there in vacuous existence?
Smoke that has lost its self from its fire
need not be an aimless wanderer;
at its source await the warm embers thereof;
Though self-sustaining, love, true to its self,
remains self-sustaining, but humbles its self
with the need for external combustions:
May the flintstones of our hearts
once again rub shoulder to shoulder
reigniting the sparking echoes of our love fire.
I sent a message on a pristine cloud passing by
Hoping it won’t disperse in miles across the sky
Then, I heard you speak of color illuminated by the sun
I knew it was received with all the happiness and fun
Distance that feels vacant isn’t all it is said to be
Feelings reside in heart, dreams swept by wind to see
It is the knowing, like the constant air we breathe
Musical notes that always find a way to weave
Thoughts and emotions in melody that keeps on playing
Reigniting warm feelings that will always be staying
Far or near through storms and weather torn fear
Turbulent skies pass through, until they open up clear
In the silence of the last fallen raindrops to the ground
It is always amazing what can be seen to be found
Pristine clouds float with change into colors that shine
In a widespread open sky that is always yours and mine
Heidi Sands
10/29/17
Here she comes with a smile,
Flaunting her beauty flashing in her smiles,
She may come only once a while to meet me,
Thats enough to reignite the flame of love in me.
The love blossomed just in few meets,
The self in hearts turned into feeling of us,
The flame of love got lighted in our hearts,
Keeps on smoldering even when we are far apart.
Some evenings when I am alone,
Dusk paints the skies in myriads of colors,
Each color, each hue, leaves a mark of our love in the sky,
And the flame of love lights anew the spark within the sky.
And many mornings when you are not around,
Soft dawn unfolds a hush of gold where shadows softly lie.
Each whispered breeze recalls the dreams we wove,
The flickering flame of love gets reignited in our hearts.
Callused fingers press vibrating strings,
drawing passion from a violin.
And with burnished wood snug to his cheek,
amplifies what he feels in his heart.
Subtle notes saturate my being
as crying strings elicit feelings.
And expounding on love and desire,
music stirs the imagination.
His bow hangs, like a lingering kiss
savoring the taste of ecstasy.
And with a tear trickling down his cheek,
he unleashes unbridled fervor.
Combining hope with pangs of rapture
sound slips the bounds of reality.
And each vibe resonates in my heart,
reigniting passion's dormant flame.
As callused fingers tug my heartstrings
I've never before felt so alive.
And in this state of exaltation,
I feel my pulse race, and my heart pound.
on the long drive to change,
i didn't know at the time
when the realization came,
i was literally shaken clean
from the aged norm of my reality
on the defining interchange to new
scenes and settings, i was honestly
taken aback by being cared about
and given such a rare opportunity
for careful reconstruction
shocking was the journey and the discovery
of myself that i never thought i would learn
about through actual experiences that left
me healthily greedy for more and more each
day
on the next wave of a planning session,
i am now my own travel agent for more
than one and i never expected to be
such a ready participant or such a
determined trooper
i think it is the combination of memories and
loneliness in dark times that attributes to our
newborn, newfound passion
the fruit of the joy it brings keeps our juices
flowing and growing for the next anticipated
discovery
what once was is now 87 unleaded gasoline
and very dependable navigation....the map
of our lives....the reigniting of our once limited,
sectional, and broken tonalities
(Inveniam viam)
Far beyond these eerie things, where limits have no scales
Fish are replacing gills, with turbine aerated tails
Sea level’s losing all meaning, for the humpback whales
Ships piggyback them, harpoons syphon wind from their sails
Today I woke up early, lately I’ve let dreams flow
Into an abstract yonder, where visions often go
A wave came over me, up from my downy pillow
When tidal forces passed away, many moons ago
As the ocean waved goodbye, I called for an encore
Behaving like a poultice, the beach drew back old gore
You could’ve bowled me over, sent ripples to my core
Never again I’d sleep soundly, near this bloody shore
After a fretful lie-on, facing truths with each turn
My sundial running on empty, stars can’t always churn
Moribund in dimness, til an old spark can return
Reigniting glory days, (let supernovae burn)
Overhead the vacuum grows, just to make more space
Stretching my dysmorphia, to align with gods face
No one knows for certain, who enhanced his human race
Gave an artful hand, outsmarting evolution’s pace
As life spirals forward, in a world out of control
Entropy dismantles, stripping back our maker’s role
The poet in me keeps goofing, digging deeper holes
He’s a junkie rhymester, overdosing on this soul
So hail all billionaires, who never walk down my street
Flying above fake cripples, with power in their feet
Prodigies of bad and worse, scheming to make ends meet
Leaves an aftertaste of smugness, one that will repeat
As for those big questions, some take a straightforward twist
Two things I thought might go away, stubbornly exist
Not death or taxes, I’m already over that list
Each day I arise, how come lies and bullsh!t persist?
First there was oblivion, til I woke up and saw
Now fully awake, dead ahead looms a fatal flaw
But so long as I can dream, and able to guffaw
It only hurts when I laugh, Don’t you think? vents my jaw
By David Kavanagh
Hms
been a long time
i wonder if i still have it
all the pens have been buried from my sight
however, i managed to find one this misty monday morning
i write this poem without thought or even a warning
i remember her in those tight fruity jeans
her hair was like simplicity starlight in an everlasting exploration
her aura was like lavender scented candles reigniting my introverted personality
her smile left me speechless like writing in cursive with my right hand
in the toybox corner of my mind is the snowstorm that brought us to notice
been an eternity going grey
i wonder if arousal still exists in our atmosphere
all the pads have been dangling in an attempt to make insanity appear calm and steady
however, i managed to come upon one this windy sunday morning
i finish this poem as i feel my reemergence ecstatically swarming
Conspiracy Theory
Dreams conspire
huddling beneath pillows,
curdling thoughts
spilling into sleep,
conjoined contradictions
circling confusion’s
REM sleep strobe.
Faces wander
through a mist
that never was,
awakening
dormant revelers,
reigniting a fevered
forgetfulness.
Muscles tense,
hearts pound,
innocent sheets
lay witness
to life’s aftermath
revisited.
Consciousness intrudes,
sunshine
in a dark room,
blinding the shadows
stumbling
over yesterdays
clinging
to dreams.
©1/19/2018
submitted to – Your vest free verse 2018 – Poetry contest
sponsor – John Hamilton