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When the people of the four winds
Gather
They speak with one voice
A rumbling
Deep and resonate
A constant unbroken union
Rising – falling
Neither bass nor alto
Modulating
As one
Soaring
Song
In the rhythm of one heart
Beating
Beneath the multi-colored mantle
Of one world;
When the people of the four dawns
Rise
They take one breath
Of morning glow
With a singular groaning
Stunned surprise
Or
Anticipation -
Shaking off the howling pain
Of midnight’s
Stalking storms -
To share an understanding
Of one unspoken
Wisdom
Gathered in
By a new dawning.
When the people of the four oceans
Laugh -
One thundering applause
Reverberates through
Waves of
Rivers,
Streams
And
Seas
To banish darkness
With their swelling brightness
Leaving it
No room
To grow
No place to exist.
And when the people of the four midnights
Rest
Their peaceful breathing,
Like vesper prayers
In harmonious chanting,
Gathers stardust
Holds onto moonbeams
Molding them into
Visions
Prophecies
And
Possibilities
Beyond black holes
Far from the unseen edges
Of imagination’s
Roaming gaze.
When the people of the four seasons
Meet
To harvest
Prune
Reap
And
Plant
They reach
With one plea
To
The One Voice
Bridging
Genesis
To
Revelation.
In the Madness of my Mind, I : Chatted with God
The Music of HIS voice reverberates through the canyon of a dead Soul
Questions, so many questions : “Speak my son“, He Said
Is reality Heaven, Is Life upon this Earth only a Dream
Insanity; touches me, as I roam through the hours of the Past
You may ask : WHY does the sickness of the mind affect the SOUL?
“ If YOU do not know MY “SON” : YOU do not Know “ ME “
“Empty , a Soul that only Once new LOVE , until “ BARBARA “
WHY?, WHY?, do I get the privilege of “ LOVING BARBARA “
‘ YOUR Blessing is Received “ as my mind, disputes “ REALITY”
“ May I see my LOVE : Lenore; before I run to the arms of “BARBARA”
I want to be LOVED, not necessarily; Physical or Sexual , “Just LOVED”
In a Heavenly Voice GOD sings to ME, whispers in my ear “ BELOVED “
“ If You do not LOVE MY, “SON” : YOU do not LOVE “ ME “
Love ; decayed, rotted away in a rancid pool of lost Emotions
Feelings : Dead and buried long ago; Scratch the surface of the Earth
Screaming in painful agony, crying the tears of the past “Set me Free”
The Earth is cold, damp, dirty ; I find Peace in the emptiness of Life
Death is a pleasure ; I can only Dream of in a nightmare of Forever
Madness deprives the Soul of consciousness , of reality, of ETERNITY
“If you do not seek MY “SON” : You do not SEEK “ ME “
Nascent thought provoking
threads flit to and fro
unseen solitary pinball wizard
cavalierly fiddles indiscriminately
leveraging outcome
silently holistic thought fragments
strewn staccoto scattershot
attenuated blitzkrieg
brain storm saturates,
par for course sandtrap engulfs,
chaos reverberates within
besieged cerebral corridor,
quotidian mental onslaught
spurns refugee exodus,
psychological ploy asper viable coping
function forgoes figurative
foothold toe tully forfeited
tenuous grasp slips forcing migration,
Sans psychotic shrapnel
clefts emotional well being,
without rhyme or reason
sense and sensibility rent asunder
rational, overall logical
modus operandi quashed
dealt fatal savage thrust
soundless insanity relentlessly pounds
fifty plus shades gray matter
noiselessly bombarding
lofty craft cognitive faculty atelier
strafed emotional rescue
relegated to twilight zone
outer limits house barbed bereft ken
dolled, hallowed, and lobotomized
mined kempf desecrated sacred reliquary
orbits like a neurological asteroid belt
Self healing fragments repelled
despite fervent application grounded
evincing proof of positive thinking
courtesy Norman Vincent Peale
fore gone conclusion crowning
accursed albatross gussied as SPD
(schizoid personality disorder)
undefeated champ decamping forever
within noggin of this mortal male
til death do me part!
A state of tension and fear.
Forests are much more than trees.
Nature experiences on a wild night,
with strange discoveries
without scientific explanations.
Cold gust hisses between the trees,
even though there is no wind.
A pack of emaciated wolves, barely alive,
with bloody iron teeth.
Whispering shadows collapse,
the rocks have crumbled in the gorge.
A terrible scream reverberates in the void,
overpowered by negative charisma.
Wild galloping ghost horses,
with linen veils on their heads.
Red eye balls light up, as emergency flares.
Uncontrollable shaking,
the night filled me with dread.
disarrayed sands
dislodged
from
timeless terrain
captured
by
chaotic instants
settle ceaselessly
bemused
on
stratified shelf
of
languid life
disorganized
in
moments moving
dismantled
with
dispersed dust
of
petrified perturbation
truth of trust
embedded
in
sanguinity suffused
with
random rhythm
of
ruffled ripples
of
disordered discontent
oscillating
bewildered efflux
of
delinquent dismay
transmutes exhilaration
tousled
mystifying alchemy
of
metamorphic illusion
reveals pretense
real
of
traumatic transmutation
tormenting
somber squall
swirls depression
sweeping
through
whirlpool void
of
despondence deep
where
mangled mind
drowns
in
distraught nothingness
disheveled
splinters leitmotif
of
ethereal emotions
configured
in
confounded cascade
of
consternation disquiet
carries them
detached
sandcastle fragile
on
shriveled shore
of
yearning
tumbles down
in
confused clutter
of
disorientated debris
in
divesting mayhem
psyche rises
revived
shape-shifts
to
intonation lilt
in
cadenced time
harmonic
instantly discovers
enthralled
covert flute
of
sensuous symphony
plays the music
of
ecstatic soul
entranced
convivial concerto
reverberates
the last refrain
of
melodic memory
euphoric epithet
of
transcendent essence
resonates
in
cosmic concerto
eternal
The beauty of silence
How I love the sound that’s silence
It reverberates through the home
As I sit in adoration,
All contented, while alone
Gentle breezes fill the ether
Birds are chirping on the trees
Scented roses bloom in grasses
Draw attention of the bees
Peace fills up my very essence
As I sit back in my seat
Sunlight gleams in its candescence
While my spirit is complete
Home is where I feel the safest
Where I laugh and love and live
I can use my imagination
And escape in my reprieve
Soothing sounds surround my being
I’m surrounded by pure bliss
As I revel in the quintessence
And soak up the eternal peace
Written: July 07, 2023
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In the vast expanse of the galaxy's embrace,
Where ethereal waves crash with celestial grace,
A cosmic ocean of wonders unfolds,
With resounding echoes that forever hold
From celestial shores, a distinct astral essence gleams.
Pulsating with the universe's rhythmic dreams
Nebulas birth vast seas, swirling and alive.
Emerging in hues of mesmerizing coral-blue dive.
Celestial pathways adorned in stardust glee
Guide us through this celestial sea.
Harmonious melodies of cosmic rhythm,
Guardians of delta stars, their tales unfathomable yet brim.
The ebb and flow of stellar tides,
Narrating captivating stories, the universe confides
Of ancient galaxies and celestial lore,
Whispered through the waves that crashed on the shore.
Each ripple and surge, a symphony's dance,
Creating a cosmic orchestra's trance
The constellations twinkle, as celestial notes,
As the cosmic ocean's call forever floats
In this eternal symphony's embrace,
We find solace and awe in a sacred space.
Through the crashing waves and pulsating beat,
We journey to the depths, where secrets meet.
The galaxies sing their songs of auld,
Tales of wonder and mysteries untold
We listen in awe as the ocean roars.
Carrying us to celestial shores.
The cosmic ocean's call echoes through the night.
Guiding us toward the celestial light.
We immerse ourselves in this ocean vast,
Lost in its beauty, it holds us and cast.
For in its depths, we find our place,
Connected to the cosmos in an endless embrace.
The resounding crash of ethereal waves,
Reverberates throughout the galaxy's caves.
We are but drops in this cosmic sea.
Bathed in its grace, forever free.
So let us surrender to the symphony's call.
Embracing the cosmic ocean's sprawl.
Your smile is the reason I make new friends
It radiates sunshine that comes from within
Your eyes are the color of a clear, blue sky
Filling the room with feelings that never lie
Your colors are bound up in a vivid array
A kaleidoscope of violets, pinks, yellows and
Many more that tell the world you’re alive
With a bright and bold warmth of compassion
Your wisdom is seen in the hints of wrinkled
Creases at your brow, lines that foretell of all
The memories of weary heartbreaks you’ve felt
And little thoughts that have uttered deep regret
Your love lights up the sparkle in your eyes
Filling them with hope and healing that is alive
And sends the listener into a heartfelt warmth
That comes from knowing they are truly loved
Your brilliance isn’t simple knowledge or degrees
It’s the gentle feelings that are inspired by a breeze,
A touch of hope, a whisper of faith, a wisp of love
Feelings pure and perfectly aware of their honesty
Your joy can be felt when someone looks at you
I know that it reverberates through the one who says
You are truly a friend to me, a friend that is loyal
And faithful and willing to give from the heart and soul
Your light isn’t found by looking toward the sunshine
It is found glowing in your own heart’s radiance
The feelings that flow from you are ones that God inspires
And they can only be captured on the lens of kindness
November 22, 2019
The Metaphor of Your Face Poetry Contest
Sponsored by John Lawless
To a tattered-clothed monster, the city of lights looked so dim,
only stone-faced gargoyles never grimmaced at the sight of him,
everyday, with hideous cries of horror, voices rose and rang out,
it may have been his tears running down from the rainspout.
A human creature who can easily fit in with festivals of fools,
his grotesque, deformed face deemed unfit by society's rules,
while this toll reverberates within his ears, until torn apart,
a song, so beautiful, still plays from the depths of his heart.
People turn their gaze skyward to breathtaking cathedral towers,
where a lone, strong back peals the bells to pass by the hours,
a golden melody floats from the heavens to the town below,
his outward gentle nature only the gypsies and peasants know.
At night, he peacefully slumbers with a picturesque view of Paris,
for, in his dreams alone, no one could ever mock or embarrass,
wishes to dance, to taste the cuisine, in this sanctuary are hidden,
still he carries on a hope, a longing, for a freedom forbidden.
Under the bejeweled diadem of the sparkling sky
the vibrant celebration finds exuberance in the carnival,
morphing into a sea of color and music in the aura of night
where I float with the fancy procession in the spirit of joy.
The unleashed spectrum of confetti swirls in the festive air,
dancers in plumed apparels sway to the rhythm of samba.
The alluring aroma of street food drifts in the smoky air,
entices the ever-longing sense of delicious delight
The serene street reverberates with the tempo of trumpets
as the festooned floats glide through the hypnotized crowds.
Convention creates ingenuity in the exhilarating ambiance
with the mystique melodic motion in the festival of life.