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On a misty mountaintop,
where eagles guard the skies, a priestess awaits,
like a pacing dragon,
her lover's gaze to stair upon like a tiger from a pit,
her wait become but shadows on the cliffs, closed interdimensional floodgates of
a cursed Parthenon
a coliseum with lions roaming within it.
She climbs the heights of her imagination
to scale harmonic embrace
perihelion and feels a fashion
of her hands rush upon his face,
her spell to again ensare him,
epicliptic-spasms in braille, ink of Sheole,
quenched with the magics to rein in, to reign upon
and loose her from unsprung well.
Hope's forbidden sin to know.
Spring in the midst of times grow.
Longing shadows silhouette with the sun,
Cascades a prism, anticipation a temp prison
for the moment for her heart, as it paces, it melts
the virgin snows.
Then there he was, shining full like the dawn,
a scrawny but beautiful weed in his hands,
never to leave her alone again.
Her joy reflects her resolve the little fool, just look at his dooteedoo walk. "I am gonna own this one".
SHORT VERSION
Asmodean Shade
Wears the night like a tart's slip
Lights out, turning on
Vamp fantasia
Pulls drawstring tight like a noose
Drops camesole loose
Basks in the sirens
Radiates interferon
Quantum epsilon
On a misty mountaintop, where eagles guard the skies, a priestess awaits her lover's gaze. Entrancing him with her beauty and grace, love's master plan unveils to embrace.
Life is a mirror and will reflect back to the thinker what he thinks into it." Unknown
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A Wilderness of Mirrors
Hurled in a wild wilderness of mirrors
I know not the exit door for escape,
All I can do is like birds to twitter,
Light from the mirrors seems at me to ape.
Where lies the real door I cannot know,
Some gate may lead to edge of precipice
Some may fling the frame of my mind to blow
Some may lead me my journey`s end to miss.
Dark dull devilish thoughts sprout in my mind,
Are bells of doom likely for me to knell!
It`s critical in urgency to find
Before it`s time for me to bid farewell.
In the quietude of the wilderness
I lightly close my eyes to the surrounds
Rein in the wicked woeful waves of stress
And free myself from thoughts turning around,
Peering down the depth of my inner self
I spot my inner light greeting a gate,
Winking to me the door that`ll lead myself
To the path of truth as laid in my fate.
As a child, darkness
Stirred my heart, fear
Walked stubbornly
Across my thoughts, silencing
The tenderness that was
My mother’s love, the safety
Found in her heart, shelter
From harm, from the dark
As a woman, insecurity
Had a free rein in my thoughts,
Silencing the confidence, the faith
That might have encouraged
My belief in myself, my belief
In everyone else – but the fear
Haunted my feelings, my sensitivity
With its raging panic, it’s worry
The anxiety that brought such shame
As I grew older, the fear of
Losing – plagued me
I couldn’t let go of them,
The ones I love, the family
Who gave me so much joy
Love that will always be a light
Shining through the dark,
Whispering faith into my heart,
Erasing the loneliness, the doubt
That darkens my hopes,
Colors my prayers in shadows
But when death came, despite the fears
Grief accompanying the depths of pain…
I knew that the only fear that remained
Was the fear of never seeing them again
That is the reason I always pray
For Jesus to save those who remain
Because, above all else – whatever fears
Have darkened my thoughts – the only
Fear that is worthwhile…
Is the fear of God who I seek day and night
Matthew 10:28 (KJV) - And fear not them which kill the body, but are not able to kill the soul: but rather fear him which is able to destroy both soul and body in hell.
Pardon me, but I'm new to this Land
I was told to rein in my tongue
Or I'd be called racist and tossed in the can
Pardon me, but I'm new to this Land
I was told in public places not to pray
Unless I'm Muslim, Buddhist or stray* *homeless or
schizophrenic
Pardon me, but I'm new to this Land
I was told the policeman's not my friend
Though I saw one a murderer apprehend
Pardon me, but I'm new to this Land
I was told that I'd never need work
Uncle Sam will pay me all work to shirk
Pardon me, I'm new to this Land
But there is one thing I now understand ~
Why its citizens mock a flag once-so-grand
Thought flight, faster than light,
propelled by heart’s desire,
creates by magnetism,
destiny we aspire,
played out in body prism.
Thought flight, faster than light,
hijacked by our ego,
stifles voice of conscience,
so unless we go slow,
veiled is luminescence.
Thought flight, faster than light,
is yet an instrument,
brought to rein in stillness,
with love in resonance,
ushering blissfulness.
Thought flight, faster than light,
echoing heart’s impulse,
becomes calm and tranquil,
when we so surrender,
letting God do His will.
30-May-2022
Flight Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke
Time is short for all of us forever running around takes its toll. Some people have the perfect solution, they take your time and make you use it on them. Little favours here and there, from cleaning up mess to doing their hair.
You could have hours to spare but instead you are doing things for them.
When it comes to your free time they soak up your hours online.
Just sit down for five minutes peace, the phone is always guaranteed to ring. A voice on the other end will say could you lend a hand tomorrow all day.
If you could just learn to say no you'd have time to relax but guilt creeps in and you think okay I could perhaps.
Just one more day sucked up by others your time shared up by everyone and their mothers.
You never get them hours back so rein in your time and claim them back.
Say you're sorry you can't help today, because your hours are yours for your life's living and that's how it's got to stay.
When you are all hemmed in by shadows
and are bogged down by the burden you carry
When your fate conspires to lead you astray,
Rein in your despondency
for this too shall pass.
When you entertain myriad sundry thoughts
and your mind is inflamed with secret mistrust
when you are perplexed with doubtful dilemma,
Keep the flame of hope lit
for this too shall pass.
When has a sprightly stream ever
lingered under the weeping willow?
When have the raging river rapids
ever stopped to rest?
As the robust sun sets
so shall the cold hands of winter retreat,
As the foreboding clouds pass
they bring forth spring.
When the days of your life wear heavily upon you
Be not dismayed whatever betide,
For, this too shall pass.
The USA Election
The near future is catching up
the American presidential election
is looming
This time, there is talk of a woman,
who has charmed many with her
furious laughter
The mystery is that she has no plan
on how to rule, other than revert
to socialism and spend more money
And there is a formidable man, a survivor
of two assassination attempts, the sane
hopes will win
He, the grizzled old fighter, has on his
side two knights of the realm, who
will try to change America
One of them will tackle a colossus
identity, the pharmaceutical industry
tame it until usefulness
The knight, well past his youthhood
has a glorious family background
shining bright in recent history
The younger knight, an entrepreneur
is, on a mission impossible, to rein in
his country's enormous debt
How the young knight, is going to
stop the economic leakage; we shall
skeptically watch his endeavor
I received a comment on my post
I attempt exposure once again
Shall I perish by others' words?
Rein in heartbeats like a strict handler
Or ride the bronco bareback?
Awakened from depression on hope
I thought I was free from validation
When will mania be domesticated?
My drama on a fruitless escapade
At least my heart finds its gait
Grounded I have laundry to do
Really I have a house to vacuum
But, a comment on my poetry
Is it coffee or coffers of expectation?
Shall I wait for this present to pass
Wondering if it is critical or in remission?
Can one comment fill an empty day?
Look up to the sky where poetry is born
What’s next behind one encore?
Good poetry comes when vessels are empty
Nature comes to fill the void in a vessel
But one poem is not everlasting H2O
Filling this vassal with eyeballs
Yet when my love returns tomorrow
After 12 days of absence disquieting
My heart skips quietly to a cantor
Keeps my polarities from spinning
Grounds me from prying stares
No poem is constant like loved ones
No comment compares to thee
Contribution is a wild ride
Fingers on the keyboard
Sweating
If what life fetches me is fate’s domain,
How I meet it, the matter of free will,
Let me compare then Karmic Law with rain--
Rain that pours all where with impartial keel,
Nourishing seeds that to their stature grow,
And human dreams so flourish-- seeds as sown,
Weeds we pluck out and grass-grown jungle mow,
A fragrant crop, fruits of labour to own.
Errant rage rivers, we rein in the same
And an arid land by power-of-will smiles,
Forward moves a car, lateral we tame
By steering to move ahead for long miles:
Fuel fosters a forward dash-- destiny,
How power-of-will steers is no less eerie.
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Sonnet | 18.10.2025 | destiny, fate, free will