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Author Dana Redricks
July 26, 2023
In a world beset by pain's bitter reign, where broken hearts tremble, and sorrows collide, compassion, a beacon, must we sustain, for hurt people, in turn hurt other people, themselves hurt deep inside.
Oh, the power of love, the antidote divine, to overcome the darkness that hate permeates, with understanding, let your heart align, for we all stumble, imperfect, except the one who pursues.
In this delicate dance, let empathy shine, as we strive to lift others, and never tear them down, never stoop to the depths where hatred resides, for love's fire spreads warmth, dispels the frown.
Like wildfires raging, love and hate ignite, both can consume, inflame a heart's desire, but only love, tender and pure in its light, can heal the wounds, quench the raging fire.
So, let love be your language, kindness your song, reach out with open arms, soothe the wounded soul, let empathy guide you, fierce and strong, for in understanding, true compassion takes control.
No one's perfect, yet grace transcends, in the heart of those who choose love's embrace, with humility, we rise, empathy ascends, and pain's grip fades, replaced by solace and grace.
In this vast tapestry of life we weave, let sympathy's sway guide our every deed, for in loving others, our souls find reprieve, and a world once broken, blooms with love's seed.
Deep, deep, deep like the old closed cold cold grave
Down in a dark chamber of loneliness
Resides this horrible and constant boredom
Never is there a slight filling this need
Romance disappeared like misty morn fog
It was clinging wrapped like very wet tee-shirts
But slowly dried and left me wondering
What in the world has really happened here
Was not like tsunami with deadly waves
More subtle like soft splashing gentle waves
Those of low tide on a very calm day
Romance gone__disenchantment here remains
Contest:"I Am Bored With____"
Sponsor: Linda-Marie
Written by:Sara Kendrick
Major depression crept in,
seeped through my defences like smoke,
the devil shimmying off my shoulder,
setting up a nest in my brain-
a puppeteer of despair,
fingers dancing on my strings,
turning thoughts to marionettes
that contort and squirm in shadows,
a cacophony of whispers,
a choir of chaos.
I had to confront those demons,
childhood phantoms pressed in the attic,
now bursting forth like weeds,
thick and thorny,
clawing for air,
their voices, echoes of innocence lost,
demanding an accounting -
a wildfire licks my skin.
Dismembered by the psychiatrist,
each session a surgical strike,
my thoughts on display
upon a cold, sterile table -
this, my autopsy,
a catalogue of fragmented dreams,
my heart caught in a jar,
tender pieces examined,
wondering how they fell apart.
Features of psychosis wrap around me,
a mantle sewn from a bunch of uncertainty,
trapped within this home,
a labyrinth of lost hope.
My organised mind,
once a temple of clarity,
now a broken shrine,
debris of sanity scattered
like confetti at a wake.
But now,
I’m facing truths,
telling truths,
my voice a tremor,
each syllable a battle cry,
the echoes of my past
still haunting the corridors.
The unnerving ghosts
linger like unwanted guests,
whispers slithering
through the cracks of my mind,
taunts cloaked in shadows,
doubt’s relentless parade.
Yet when the weight of the world
crushes my spirit,
when I crave a sliver of light,
the fireflies appear -
small sparks lighting up the dark,
their glow a resistance,
a dance of resilience against hopelessness,
a flicker of warmth in the cold -
a signal from my unresting mind,
reminding me that, amidst the ruins,
my heart can still flare up;
that beauty resides in the fractures
and hope, like fireflies,
lights the path home.
Today I feel the pull
of gravity
on the depth of my depravity
There within that cavity
resides my anxiety
It seeps out of my porosity
feeding the insanity
I fear the shadowy part
that craves my heart
In the darkness my eyes dart
convinced I’ll be ultimately
ripped apart
The thoughts and images
That reside in me
are the splintered bits
of my history
I can feel my mouth covered
held down in my misery
It’s not the place I wish to be
I’m drowning there unable to see
praying a hand will reach out for me
I don’t want to be lost to eternity
or this tick tock, tick talk insanity
Out of body
Out of mind
Separated from me
what will I find
Can I escape
the bonds and chains that bind
Even when I look ahead
I’m pulled back behind
On my spirit
the demons have dined
My tick talk clock
has begun to unwind
Can there be light
for one who is blind
“Amazing grace how sweet the sound.
That saved a wretch like me.
I once was lost, but now am found.
was blind but now I see.”
A voice in the dark
Summons me
Offering me protection
from my inner enemy
Experiencing true love
cleanses me instantly
I’m not meant to be bound
by mere gravity
As I’m filled with a higher Love
God teaches me
I was born for more
and meant to be free
Within each stratum, life resides—
Much like a train carving through snow.
We believed that single carriage was the sum of all existence.
Yet, through a fleeting, momentary glitch,
We crawled into the next car ahead.
As though an ant had turned into a bee, only to
fear the flower.
Yet, they do not welcome us.
The world is a pyramid,
And within its confines, we must remain.
Dreams, hope, and love
Flow strictly inside its walls.
Music drifts along.
Wine overflows in abundance.
Yet we cannot belong within that goblet of wine
—
Only spilling over, returning to where we first
began.
river
on edge
feels it coming
water falls from heaven
she has to grow up into cascades meandering and delta
in source resides meaning’s transcendent flow - depth gauge in hand
gravity calls her impermanence
mission statement accomplished
essential destiny’s
droplets
24th September
The intimacy of knowing your body
as well as I know my own…
The unspoken permission
to touch with my hands,
to feel with my lips,
my tongue,
to move upon and explore
the most secret of places,
witness the most intimate functions.
Your salty sweat is delicious,
your saliva is like fine wine.
Each pale hair that covers you
deserves attention and devotion.
I want to taste the words
that spill from your lips as you speak,
taste the flavor of my name on your mouth.
I want to crawl inside of you,
as if you had a uterus
and it could be the womb
where I suck my thumb,
secure and safe.
To know you as intimately as I know myself,
and to peek in at your thoughts…
to seek and find that hidden place
where your soul resides!
I would that I could lay seige
to the shelter that succors your naked,
vulnerable soul…
and live there with you,
hold you in my arms for eternity.
"Another Bardo Day"
Amaranthine
Illuminates
Samsara
legs and hips sway
wrapped around hard street
and through the
Beginningless Beginning
holds hands with Kali
Just another Bardo Day
enraptured en route
to the nefarious
Nirvana,
the emptiness state
there she resides
tempting impatiently
the bored and insane
the four noble truths at play
it’s all in the rebirthing
of dark night and silent day
arms, hands and lips
sensuously imploring
karmic imagination unchecked
delayed dancing around the
May Pole strewn with
all her rosy crucifixions
incandescence intermittent
transcendental and released
from the correct procedures
of escape between boundaries
Ad Infinitum
Ad Infinitum
Amaranthine
Illuminates
Samsara
Imbrication slow
intoxicating
between states
En route to Nirvana,
in her own world,
ambivalent,
now
bone’s calcifying
between states
it's just
Another Bardo Day
(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
1. The Bardo
2. Samsara
3. Nirvana
4. The Four Noble Truths
5. Karma
6. Amaranthine/ Amarantos, Greek.
7. "The Rosy Crucifixion"/Miller.
Hope dwells in us,
It’s a lighted splinter,
Waiting to be rekindled.
Hope is latent in us,
It comes to the fore
through us and by us.
Hope is that shadow that walks with us,
The lesser the light,
More it's readily available.
Hope sits in the dark with us,
It holds the periscope,
Encouraging us to look through.
Hope is a bird,
Its wings are strengthened
as we take strides.
The makings of hope,
Resides in us,
The emancipation of hope,
It’s our bidding.
July 3, 2022,
Mark Toney,
2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 6 Poetry Contest.
August 30, 2022.
Free Verse - Old or New Poetry Contest,
Joseph May.
February 6, 2023.
Marathon Qualifiers' FINAL Placement Poetry,
Mark Toney.
The truth resides between the sun and the moon
It lays deep within all that we do
Whether we admit it or not
Dishonesty is called a web of lies because lies always get caught
Eventually what lurks in shadow comes to light
And truth is restored even without sight
For the lies that lead one astray
Eventually become lost along the way
Yet human nature fears the truth
As we often misunderstand the honesty amid our own youth
Fear itself is demeaning to its own definition
Because its strongest attribute is repetition
Repeat the mistake because you failed to learn it the first time
So instead of creating a new sentence you repeat your last line
Fear is the denial of one’s own creative mindset
Filled cranium swollen with doubt and laced with regret
I don’t want to be that hollow conditioned mind
That accepts all but sieges to seek and find
For one can only determine reality based off our own dreams
But even as individuals two can be stitched into the same seam
To discover is to have looked
Like opening up the pages of your entire conscious being’s book
I go deeper and deeper into my own rising well
Where all my own truths and intentions dwell
I finally learned to expand my voice
Staying silent is no longer a choice
I gaze back at my own life
And I survived
Better yet I caught the wave
And into its pull I gave
Dark, cold and flowing
Alone and exposed but glowing
I stand there tall
Risking more than all
I have became
A representation of what used to be and that of which will never be the same.
Changed.