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Chemistry, a labyrinthine topic-cum-tantalising potent cryptic art,
bane of eager scientist with half a top-notch mind and ample heart
Teachers in this field strain every muscle but knowledge has its
phoenix like bugs.
bungled shots at mastery whet an inborn urge for random hugs
At twenty two a third year paper found me in this vicious circle dumbstruck,
my blank expression shook with disbelief as I sought a golden wink from Lady Luck
Nervous giggles, comic errors, bold retrieval seldom count as fun,
but never fear, triumphant marks, percentage wise a glowing grade A one!
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Date Judged ; 22nd Of February 2022
Contest Name On This Occasion ; Writing Challenge- X’d Poems Second Chance Poetry Contest
Sponsor ; Constance La France
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If no signal fires a mental wasteland blazing passion,
Angelic vibes are only found through third-eye action
You'll feel less discomfort if you're into the ideal aura
Life is not naughtiness, disdain, nihilism, or oxymora
Be selfish, but invest your life in an act that can last
Before ceding to entropy, face qualms and hit aghast
Freedom is to be oneself without asking permission
Be caring and vest a mark—even if it faces suspicion
You are not bound by this body, intellect, or reality
You are unimpeded mental alertness and eternity
Prayer opens the third eye and links one to space
The spine-full mind travels across key psych places
These nodes agape consciousness to cosmic awareness
Divine corridors—yet eons of vacuity obscure fairness
Vipassana is being mindful of this staple life reality
Spirituality aligns, awakens, and merges life's vitality
Assume your previous assumptions proved correct
You learn you agnize less than you thread, in effect
With a third eye wide agaze, one can peer at foresight
When the truth appears, you will find out the real sight
Clear thinking requires the transcendence of cognition,
With a clear mind, hearing, and insight, reach fruition
After profound interior changes, you saw an upheaval,
Lucid dreams disclose our unconscious facts retrieval
Living with other-dimensional groups implies sharing
Your or other people's vitality isn't optimal or bearing
Wildflowers in the desert can survive without water,
They delve deep and trust that the rains will never falter
Altering makes us dance, as our hearts are dazing
This is a path to caring, inner sight, and stargazing.
Written: April 07, 2023
A wisdom download Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Unseeking Seeker
1st Place Contest Winner
Compartmentalization, a labyrinth of the mind,
Dissociation, a dance with fragments blind,
Fragmentation, where sanity threads unwind,
Within this mental content, secrets we find
In the depths of the psyche, a world untold
Dissociative identities, stories unfold,
The heart weighs heavy with stitches torn,
Tender scars hemorrhaged; love core is worn.
Dangling damage, as shattered glass, gleams
Reflecting on the chaos, the pain, and the screams,
The cerebral cortex fires, a bull eye strike fatally,
Instinct walks the line, logic is useless, and hastily
Shattered visions, a maze within the soul,
Where reality ends and illusions control,
Lost in the labyrinth, searching for the light,
Betrayed by the mind deceptive might.
Within this maze of mental content
The battle to reconnect and prevent
Childhood trauma, the catalyst of this plight,
A shattered sense of self-taking flight.
Each compartment holds a piece of the truth.
Yet the puzzle remains incomplete, uncouth,
A jigsaw of memories, scattered and torn,
A puzzle of identities, tattered and worn.
Fragments of memories are scattered and lost
As the mind tries to bear the unbearable cost
Memories encoded and stored deep within
But retrieval becomes a battle to begin.
Fragments of life scattered such debris,
A shattered mirror, reflecting what used to be,
The mind labyrinth, a maze of confusion,
A battle within, a constant intrusion
But amidst the chaos, a speck of hope
A chance to mend the pieces, to learn to cope,
To embrace the fractures and find strength within,
To embrace the scars and let the healing begin.
Within broken visions, a spark of resilience resides.
A spirit that refuses to accept any abides.
By compartmentalization and dissociation,
by fragmentation and mental isolation.
The cerebral cortex may fire, but the mind will rise.
And rationality, once blasted, will find its prize.
Instinct will gracefully dance with grace.
As the shattered visions find their rightful place.
So let us navigate this maze of the mind.
With compassion and understanding, we'll find
Behind the shattered glass and fractured dreams,
Lies a resilience that utterly gleams.
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Law is issued not breached regularly.
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Mysterious bubbling oozing mass
Imploding and exploding
Do you know of yourself?
Are you aware? Where do you go?
Am I looking at you or a remnant of a former you?
Mystical being, hurling and whirling
In the outer space and the upper spheres.
Do you know of us?
Are you aware? Do you even still exist?
Are you a novice or a full grown star? Do you see me?
Myths and legends surrounding your birth.
Scientists arguing about your survival
And your retrieval.
Are you aware? Do you laugh and scoff at them?
Mysterious star, I bow in awe of your magnificence.
For even if you do not know me, I know you.
Memory obeys laws we haven't written yet:
conservation of moments, entropy of joy,
the way certain scenes remain in perfect focus
while entire years blur into approximation.
Like light, it bends around massive objects
grief strong enough to warp the space around it,
so that walking through a doorway twenty years later
you emerge in a state that no longer exists.
Forgetting is not subtraction but transformation,
a change of state from solid to liquid to gas,
the way ice becomes water becomes vapour
still present, just harder to hold.
Scientists say nothing is truly lost,
only converted into different forms of energy.
So perhaps the birthday I can't quite remember,
the name that hovers at the edge of retrieval,
have simply changed frequency, moved beyond
the narrow band my brain can tune into,
still broadcasting somewhere in the spectrum,
still real, just inaccessible.
Or maybe forgetting is mercy in disguise
the mind's way of editing the rough cut,
removing the footage of ordinary happenings,
leaving only the scenes that mattered most.
But sometimes I wonder what's archived
in those deleted files: what casual afternoon,
what throwaway remark, what ordinary touch
might have been the thing worth keeping most.
It has become much worse
Since you were gone: it seems
Your country has been cursed
And sentenced to its dreams
The empire of evil
Is more alive than ever
Again in full retrieval
And always like forever
The opposition split
Exposing one another
They show a lot of wit
In fighting with each other
Like hundred years unturned
This opposition circus
Gets their lesson learned
A lesson of no purpose
Revengers set the rules
All of their dreams come true
A doctrine of the fools
Makes old agenda new
It looks like they had sought
More wisely, and achieved
Exactly what you’ve never got
As if you never lived
So one more bitter lesson
Can’t make much sense, I know
One speaks, and silence listens
Just leave the fee, and go.
When we remember we gaze off into the distance
the eyes disengage and brain shows the pictures
eyes disengage they aren’t involved in this instance
the brain shows you memories the eyes never feature
When we tell a lie it’s been created in the brain
retrieval is a thought process causing eyes to strain
micro gestures in the eyes help see the created play
the lie that was created without memories to replay
So when I say I see the lie
I’ve seen it before you’ve spoken
The soul is seen in the eyes
And dishonest eyes are broken
Your eyes always move when you think,
It’s a natural uncontrollable motion,
these micro movements missed in a blink
confirm lies before the mouth opens!
Years ago in my youthful exuberance,
persuaded by impulsive and sprightly yearning,
I made to her the premature promise,
I could not keep in the long run.
We parted with no apparent rancor,
although the possible pangs of broken heart
I was sure she kept within herself,
I felt a stressful sense of fretting guilt.
Realizing that I had broken the blooming dream,
I implored earnestly the almighty
to graciously condone my hurting action,
I thought was the doing of destiny.
God lit for me the lamp in the gloomy time
to retrieve my conscience lost in the dark.
From the essence of repentance I got solace,
shielded the lamp in the soul from wind of remorse.
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January 13, 2023
Contest : Revealing Your Soul And Other Tension
Sponsored by : Sotto Poet
When demons of darkness strike,
although it may seem dreamlike,
save for those who're self-aware,
it becomes our worst nightmare.
Entities that abound seek
humans whose aura is weak,
that they may vent feral lust,
by sexual thrusts unjust.
Rape in the ethereal
plane is also quite real
and victims live with their shame
alone, for who shall they name?
The incubus feeds on fear
but with God within, so near,
if we but seek help from Him,
we'll face not such trauma grim.
Invoking grace by prayer,
we are our own soothsayer,
exorcising the evil
demon by soul retrieval.
07-March-2023
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Pick-A-Title, Vol 35 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh