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Leaves have floated into piles,
luminous colors for m i l e s and miles;
burgundy, burnt orange and yellow,
the trees slowly relinquishing SURRENDERING
A cool breeze makes them dance,
some lay q u i e t some prance and leap;
the Autumn sky ever changing,
clouds moving and drifting wildly up ABOVE.
A blustering cold wind takes them,
piles e m p t y where once leaves had been;
then the sun shines on a tree,
and behold leaves like stained glass WINDOWS.
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August 14, 2012
Poetry/Verse/"Leaves Like Stained Glass Windows"
Copyright Protected, ID 12-826-709-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Submitted into the contest, Premier Contest Number 10,
sponsor, A Skat
Sixth Place
In the twilight realm, filled with unfulfilled dreams,
Where shadows whisper tales of barren lives,
People move as if in a trance, succumbing to the fragile
Allure of surrender, seeking solace from the inner storms.
Here, in the labyrinth of insecurity, where self-doubt casts the longest shadows,
Fragile souls find ease in submission,
Their spirits bend, but do not break, under the weight of abandoned will,
Believing there is freedom in relinquishing their own autonomy.
For those frustrated hearts, the chains of freedom are veiled in fear,
A hesitation to grasp the reins of destiny, preferring instead
To hand over the helm to the architects of order,
Those who promise relief from the agonies of choice and consequence.
In this dance between freedom and restraint, the lines blur,
The self-sufficient stand tall, but those who shiver in life's cold embrace,
Seem to find strength in the shadows,
A resilience hidden beneath layers of fear and despair.
Here lie the stories of those who verge on the brink of hysteria,
Whose lives tremble with echoes of unspoken fears,
They reach out, desperately, for a connection, for a tether to the world,
Their fragile appearances hiding the iron in their souls.
For in their vulnerability, they uncover a profound truth:
It takes immense courage to stand naked before life's storms,
To hand over the keys of one's own sanctuary,
Hoping to find shelter not in solitude, but in the harmony of reliance.
These are the silent sentinels of strength, cloaked in fragility,
Navigating the treacherous waters of insecurity with a heart that beats fiercely,
Unfurling their sails to the winds of another's command,
Yet never fully relinquishing the core of their being.
And as they walk, shadows whispering, among the self-assured and decisive,
They remind us all that true strength often wears the guise of fragility,
That those who seem to tremble under life's weight
Are sometimes the ones who hold the most unyielding courage within.
I wore fear
like a winding sheet,
leaving behind trails
of dead dreams
I held hope in my hands
and weeping, it slid
through my fingers
evaporating to naught
I undulated to music
praying for redemption
within the passage,
I was left bereft, still, taciturn
but by relinquishing velleity
into the firmament,
and smashing my glass heart
for the loves' of my life
I've begun to believe
in miracles again,
I am finding the way
that comforts my soul
A shimmering
lavender light,
shines with serenity
burns out the fear
and builds a blaze of hope,
by loving without doubt
the whips of regret
are now unmoving
fires have been stoked,
this mystery now has élan
I am flesh, reborn out
and into this life, once again.
Touched by Spirit, we transform,
blown away by a bliss storm
but cannot transmit the mist,
which we chose not to resist.
Outwardly we look the same,
so can lay no claim to fame
but nodes within body urn,
metamorphose as they burn.
Grazed by divine magnetism,
we go beyond every ism
and yet we cannot translate,
this hum that does not abate.
As God’s direct transmission,
imagine bliss ignition,
that continues to renew,
with each life breath born anew.
The path kundalini takes,
our conditioned beliefs shakes,
as direct truth known by touch,
on relinquishing thought crutch.
Scriptures are both wrong and right,
for who can track flight of light,
surging forth from deep within,
causing worlds around to spin?
Hoping all become aware,
driven by love, we do share,
though this can only be known,
when we go in and atone.
I wonder how long I’ll watch you
Even though you is really me
Waiting for some light to walk through
Perhaps I’ll see something heavenly
Or return as a form upgraded
I thought I’d feel blissful and free
But I feel more akin to jaded
Like leaving your shell cast aside
Is relinquishing what I created
Where this other self chose to abide
Wondering if this begins the end
Unsure where I live, now that I’ve died
Maybe it’s yet to be, status to pend
Or in time suppose I dissipate
If time is no more for me to lend
So I’ll wait here in a hazy state
End up there or fade away here
Or if it’s not quite too late
My tangible eyes will open, before I disappear
May 5, 2022
Gripped by transgressions in life of destitute
Withdrawn she lived in deviant troubled youth
Orphaned long ago by her own living parents
When in substance abuse she buried her soul
Distancing benevolence as church-bells tolled.
Abdicating love, she traded for buzz of lust
Forsaking trust to bolster deceptive purpose
Relinquishing sapience to forces of insanity
Finding her pleasures in discarded emotions
Someone volunteered on disgruntled streets
At midnight hour agog in tumultuous alleys.
Yet, her vacant heart was soon transformed
When jettisoned chorus found her repertoire,
As she spent nights singing hymns of joy
And read stories aloud in her mother’s voice
Cherishing how she swayed in her father’s arms
As the song of her own womb sung of a new life.
From place to place she went scouting spots
Where kind-hearted people lived downtown
And there she went when the church bells rang
As she said a prayer after a very long time
Asking for blessings as her newborn baby cried
On a stranger’s porch near a posh high-rise
Hiding long enough till someone took notice,
Swiftly thereafter from the town she vanished.
June 17, 2020
Placed 2nd: Thesaurus – Abandon or Abandoned Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Dear Heart
Based on true stories in the United States
Or flag has turned upside down
In distress our nation's found
A one world order at liberties loss
Forgotten the soldiers that paid our freedoms cost
Burning parchments from the past
That held the wisdom of our founding fathers path
In God we trust has been forgot
Something must change
This has to stop
Warriors treated as criminals, cons
And terrorist talked to like leaders, Gods
Our Presidents a cowardly man
Eloquently twisting what is truth and forcing his demands
Executive orders
With all disregard
Brutally welding power against
The constitution and people he swore to protect
Given chance after chance to prove
His good intent and heart
Your all soon to be imprisoned and disarmed
Brainwashed armies
Forced to follow
Obeying orders
To kill the innocents
And fellow Americans
Out of control our National debt
It's time to stand
For what is left
Propaganda all around
Purposely staged to cause chaos and confound
Leaving our people in fear and dumbed down
Slowly they sell America's shores
Someday the enemy will come to collect
At our children's doors
Pushing hatred
We must make hast
Not falling for a disillusioned war
Between each race
Listen friends
Look the liars in the face
They wait, like a thief in the night
To inflict marshal law
For control of our life
Destruction and injustice for all
With honor we must answer the call
Clip the beasts talons
Cripple the demon, relinquishing its claws
Hinder the heathens
That desires to watch
America's fall.
Form:
Ripples intrude in silence without cause,
strange since serpentine desire spirals rest,
so in witness mode, from our heart abode,
awareness self-aware, just looking on,
flows in and out of these dream forms with ease,
relinquishing thought that’s ego begot.
Attached to body-mind, heart is fear fraught,
blindly obeying an unknown God’s laws
but do what we will, we don’t get release
and thus life itself, begin to detest,
dooming our soul to drown in shame and scorn,
burdened lifelong thus, under ego’s load.
Finally one day, weary soul bellowed,
‘struggle and strife in life has come to naught,
so shifting from head to heart, now reborn,
may pristine presence escape from fear’s jaws,
acting no longer at ego’s behest,
freed once for all from the thinking disease’.
We may stand erect or walk on our knees,
free will choosing either high or low road
and all it takes is to treat life in jest,
refusing to be in illusions caught,
clinging no longer to whatever was,
for each breath we take, ushers a new dawn.
Nonchalance yawns, seeing fear forms begone,
whence mind of our heart begins to unfreeze
and in timeless time false self dies because
with turbid thoughts slowed, we flow in monk mode,
living authentically as we ought,
with joy embarking on our God search quest.
Vaporised soul has no load on its chest,
dancing playfully like a unicorn,
having reduced erst attachments to naught,
nurses no demons that it needs to please,
lets bliss set aflame every body node,
transcending space-time in the vibrant pause.
Oh hermit, we’re both the effect and cause
and once softened attention has mellowed,
carefree soul sees life as a divine tease.
Amazon is my night penetrating
alert I sprung from branch tight
it is buck nutritious blood
observation stark from green-blue irises
beauty meets danger not looking away
lithe tongue saliva intestine surrender
Muscles sinewy, handsome black the Sky
claws ripping buck’s bones snap cracks
mitochondria leaps from atoms, stars dance
to splash spine fluid about sand wet soft
mirroring clear a rebirthing act
nature ascertains when to numb nerves to claws
no eluding life when hunger mud stalks
Iridescence watches flesh rip longing lick
buck relinquishing spirit ~ cannot groan
black fur transmuting flesh disappearing
leather into charcoal night appearing
her thickening her for next week’s killing
time folding ouroboros
Panther curls, tailing
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[ Poet’s Note in Comments Section ]
Orange steps into view
Demanding her due,
Green plots
Blue demurs
Pink laughs
Grandma rolls her eyes
She has met other oranges
Purple sits tight, not relinquishing the throne.
Grandma mouths ‘sit put’ to Purple
Orange throws the biggest nastiest fit ever seen in the forest.
She wants Purple to give her the respect she thinks she has earned.
She uses mean words, and gives us her worst example of terrible.
Blue masquerades as a bunny; a quick flash and she is gone.
Pink and Green look to Grandma who turns and walks off.
Both Purple and the throne have disappeared, tucked away safely elsewhere.
Orange throws herself down on the grass, yelling and kicking.
Screaming until she is hoarse, until she loses her words.
Spoiled, the elves think. Irreverent, the faeries agree.
She should have been respectful to Grandma, whispers Green.
Pink laughs