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Inspired by Ronnie James Dio song
"Rainbow in the dark".
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Again, shadows dance tonight—
this time, a grim tear swims down my cheek
as the light became less dim when the
thunder struck—
the cold scolds my hold, and I lost my grip,
reminding me I am free, like the lightning.
But morning light fades into the dark;
the night has totally consumed it.
I become lonely, like a rainbow
left to shiver in a dark sky.
The ghosts of my wife and children whisper
from somewhere above the roof—
their chill cry, as they succumbed to my rage,
reverberates from a broken mirror
I left in the dark tunnel of my conscience.
I am a lie, and I am shy that I know why.
My world is lived without words,
so I only mime to a fake rhyme.
Yet the morning light is lost in the distance,
with only a single star left in the dark sky.
I am like a shadow in a crowd;
my torment is like an echo in an empty room.
In the fragility of my dreams
I hide my own ecstatic screams
As my soul, builds, for itself,
A sanctuary, a haven, a secret garden
In which life thrives as I wish it to!
There,
The feelings I hold for the one
I secretly love
Are revered and acknowledged
And are even turned into songs
Which reverberates all over the cosmos!
More,
The Gods, pleased with both of our obedience
Smile and shower boons upon us both
Thereby giving us a world, made of peace,
Stability and pleasures, to rule!
In there,
My secret lover
Seeks and yearns for my eyes
As ardently as would the thirsty
Yearn for water when lost in the desert
Giving me the status of Queen, his sole,
Ruling his heart with the confidence
Of one knowing that I have nothing to
Fear from no one as his love
Is as pure and genuine
As the stars that glitter mischievously
In the depths of the night,
Ready to have us forget our burdens
And to lose ourselves in their sight!
In the sanctuary of my dreams,
Life is as I wish it to be
Allowing me no time to shed tears
Or to regret of anything not achieved,
Nor even to fear the negativity of anyone!
Rather,
In there,
I live only to see the frown of my secret love
Turn into a smile
As his searching eyes find me!
I live only to hear him mutter my name
When he sleeps
And to ask me
If I am angry at anything that he did!
Why,
In the fragility of my dreams
I am not a burden,
I am not unwanted,
I am not a slave,
Carrying on my shoulder,
The weight of my own cross
Trying to go there where my fate takes me
And hoping to get answers to that which
I can understand not!
Rather,
In my own inner haven,
Life itself dances,
As if it were sparkles of the sun's rays
Falling on the waves of calm oceans
On warm tropical days!
Written on 18th May 2020
For Contest
In the fragility of dreams
Sponsored by Silent One
Shadows Echo
A lonely sound it makes,
the muffled echoes of a shadow
lingering in moonlight,
weeping in silence,
for things that might have been.
Yet the echoes grow louder as the shadows deepen
and caress the empty places where your heart
used to live in my soul,
for the bitter taste of a last kiss
still lingers on broken promises
My love withers and dies in the shadow of your love
as a blossom, forgotten and alone, fades in fall
shivering from the touch of frost
in eyes that once caressed
with the warmth of the sun
and as the shadows or'take the night
the echo reverberates through
the shadowy recesses of my mind
almost deafening in the silence
as once again, my eyes release the
pain, that drips into the never ending pool of sorrow
that forever echoes the sadness of the waiting shadows.
Thirsty for a drink of water, she sits down
on a tree-stump and rests for a while.
A peaceful day of recent dreamy memories,
thoughts that wandered away, as her
father and brother work clearing out the field
around the willow trees for spring planting.
The mild warm weather is getting ready for rain.
The ground is soft and yield nutrients
for the seeds as they grow.
There is still so much to do,
and chores need to be done around the farm.
At the end of the day, they take a breath
and sigh in deeply as they are all worn out.
Silence reverberates through soft idyllic civil twilight.
The scattering sunlight still lights up the sky's vast horizon.
The next morning, they began with morning chores
while mom gets their breakfast ready.
Then wonder off to the field until twilight seduces the night.
A smile on their faces with an inspiring thought;
it will all be worthwhile at the end of a plentiful harvest.
“For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son,
that whosoever believeth in him should not perish,
but have everlasting life.”
Such Bible verse expressed in John 3:16
is etched in all aspects of my personhood
ceaselessly prevailing --- surpassing
any grand event along milestones
in my history and biography
since its impact reveals who am I …
… never can be obliterated from my memory .
“For God so loved the world…
Such reminds me of the Creator Who in His compassion
reached-out to everyone, including me
with love, mercy, grace, kindness and truth
assuring redemption from transgressions’ wages
granting pardon for eternal life endowment
which I treasure with blessed ownership…
…when I received HIM in my heart and I became His child.
“…that he gave his only begotten Son…”
Suh always reverberates along reminiscence-bliss
creating gratitude-praise whenever I ponder
about the sacrifice of the Saviour for mankind
offering freedom against iniquities’ bondage
cleansing guilt midst earnest confession
of errors, pride, selfishness, and debility…
…then I yielded to HIM my everything for His discipleship.
“…that whosoever believeth in him should not perish…”
Such makes me recall the miraculous moment
of personal encounter with Jesus Christ…
that born-again experience so marvelous
wrought by the Holy Spirit, imparting divine nature
toward a vibrant relationship midst trust, allowing me
a wretched sinner, to have fellowship with the Almighty…
… then my journey beyond the celestial commenced as His follower.
“…but have everlasting life.”
Such enables memory-bank
to linger on the forever-possession
my soul is bestowed with: joy, peace, forgiveness
amidst triumph over despair and hopelessness
verily priceless, worthy to cherish, surpassing oblivion…
which I can share, along Gospel-declaration…
…now as God's privileged steward, servant, soldier, student.
*Romans 6:23 … The gift of God is eternal life through Jesus Christ our Lord.
September 21, 2021
8th place, "A Lovely Memory" Free Verse Poetry Writing Premier Contest
Sponsored by Regina McIntosh; judged on 9/26/2021.
I look into the mirror in a dissociation
as my reflection no longer looked at me.
My companion lost in abyss of darkness
my dearest wife, I no longer find beside me.
Engulfed in emptiness of a gasp of echo
my abode of walls reverberates in silence.
A house painted in creamy white and pink
with beautiful carpets, curtains and closets.
Our dreams spread beyond horizon of hope,
as we breathed life and made it our home.
Soft arms of an amazing angel,
she turned our world to a sensual garden.
A place where flowers learned to dance.
A place where birds learned to whistle.
A place where butterflies learned to flutter.
The Mom of the house...
she cooked and washed, cleaned and dried
everything perfect where they should reside.
Domestic rules in her strict constitution,
The lioness was fierce, an epitome of dedication.
Now she has left her den, never to return...
her helpless house looks into the mirror
it no longer finds that exhilarating home.
Quietly we endure the deficiency syndrome.
11th July 2019
Sponsor Kai Michael Neumann
Contest Name Another Eight Word Challenge
The following words have to be used
Constitution
Hope
Echo
Dissociation
Abode
Dreams
Lioness
Sensual
Kneeling in the median, crying, crying, what have I done?
Oh the pain, the pain wishing the past was undone.
I have no hope for my wretched life, now that I am alone.
The horror of a dying man reverberates in my bones..
That look sinks into my soul with his plea of, WHY!
His pleas of why, I cannot live, why must I die?
As his eyes of his soul fade away into lifelessness.
I feel the authority gently pull my arms and cuff both my wrists.
I wanted no representation at my hearing the following day.
The Judge took pity on me for I was trying to keep my crying at bay.
He sentenced me to five years for DUI and 10 for vehicle manslaughter.
Now I sit in solitude, withering away and not living, why bother.
I usually keep my cell door closed, I want no company
But in my melancholy of self-pity, I left it open this day.
A joyful youth of red hair came bounding in with a beautiful smile.
His noble intentions startled me for a while.
He offered me his ration of delicious smelling bread.
I was distraught over this death with deep sorrow and dread.
I gently refused his kind offer and told him I want no life.
He warmly smiled at me which put a pause in my strife.
You have me transfixed and wanting to know more.
“I see the pain in your eyes, do you want release?” he implore.
I told him that it hurts so much that I do not want to Live.
He said, “Have you considered an alternative that I am willing to give?”
What is it? I stated, what do you have for I know I am condemned.
Let me tell you about our brother that he wants you to mend.
I am an only child and I have no brother, you speak of him, who’s he?
He is Jesus, our brother who extends a welcoming hand and want you to see.
See what? I asked as my heart started to warm as if he’s there.
Suddenly our brother appeared in radiant light and sat in a chair.
I fell to my knees and bowed to him crying, why me brother?
I feel your pain of a contrite heart for you are my child like no other.
Please listen to me for I and one who has died forgive you for what you have done.
Now, child, please forgive yourself, when you do your life will shine like the sun.
Still kneeling at my brother's feet and I forgave myself over and over again.
Thanks to my redheaded friend and brother, my new life began.
I awoke early that morning as Venus is fading from dawn's sky.
Watching sun rays skate upon the mirror of ripples,gently flowing by.
On the deck of a Princess ship, suspended between the Heaven and the sea.
The mirage of a double Sunrise,as the sun shone upon itself and me.
Today is the day I say "I DO", take thee as my Wife: for the Eons of Eternity.
Bible in hand, the captain stands in Dress Whites, as does his loyal crew.
Arm and arm with daddy,as he gives her unto me; to start a life of Love anew.
Her emerald eyes try hiding behind a transparent Pure White vail; only to fail
Her auburn hair is dancing below her shapely hips: I long to kiss her Rosa lips
Do YOU take this woman"Lenore Ellen Adams" as Your Always and Forever Wife.
I Do echos across the Caribbean Sea. I Do reverberates in the bright Blue sky. "I DO"
Inspired by Dan Kearley's Contest :"One Of Your Greatest Days
Dedicated in Loving Memory of "My LIFE, My LOVE, My FOREVER, MY WIFE
"Lenore Ellen (Adams) Johnson - Nov. 4, 1951 - August 25, 1971
In the whirlwind of your presence,
I was spun through the mangle of your gaze,
Interrogated by your grilling smiles
Each question a probing dagger in my mind.
And when you turned to walk away,
My heart hung heavy with the weight of a green willow,
Its branches reaching out in sorrow
For the love that nearly took root within me.
I poured my soul into the cup of your being,
Almost loved you beyond the bounds of reason,
But you slipped through my fingers like sand,
Leaving me to drown in a vale of tears.
I struggle now against the tide of my thoughts,
Each wave crashing down with the memory of your touch,
But why did you come at all,
If only to fade into the mist of my dreams?
I reached for you with all my might,
Eyes betraying the lies of your absence,
For you were never truly there,
A figment of a heart's desperate imagination.
You never existed, yet your absence reverberates
Through the hollow chambers of my soul,
And I am left to wander in the shadows
Of a love that was never truly mine.
Form:
When imbalance of life churns hapless poignancy
And the zephyr of inequities breezes melancholy
Dissonance reverberates echoing pathos of grief
Seeking exaltation within metaphysical profundity
As hushed posture conjures up humbling catharsis,
Leaning in quietude, questing paranormal vitality,
Liberating from bounds of mundane, the ordinary,
Energizing calming bliss of unfamiliar, extrasensory.
Mortal soul steadily crosses limits of understanding
Reaching deep into unknown, unexplored territory,
Daring to search for knowledge in mystical obscurity
Pursuing enlightenment from supernatural intrigue,
Discovering newfound acuity blossoming internally
Adulating freedom of shedding narrow boundaries
Gaining divine wisdom, postulating own doctrines,
Comprehending missives in blissfulness of sagacity.
As laments mellow in teachings of superior intellect
And bawl of distraught soothes in heavenly solace
Finding ambrosial tranquility in endearing calmness,
Physiological longings amiably, peacefully dissipate
And gradually soul enlightens, unafraid of mortality,
Yearning for permanence of purposeful inviolability,
Meaningful beyond self, detaching from materiality,
Synchronizing harmoniously in idyllic, placid sanctity.
January 21, 2022
Placed 1st: This or That, Vol 9 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Title chosen: Transcendence