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Written, August 1, 2026 (My 87th Birthday)
For The Contest, “The Pensive Poet”
Sponsor: Constance La France ~ 1st Place
"The Past and Present show the score;
unknown if the Future will hold more."
__by Poet
There comes a time when future seems to fade,
since space for that is limited by age,
and pensive thoughts about it are oft laid
aside in cherishing each former stage.
Reviewing both the present and the past
brings thankfulness for what was then and now,
as memories rebuild thoughts meant to last
and current time will add to them somehow.
I pause to think about and honor this-
the was and is, I cannot ask for more.
Some sadness too, but mostly there was bliss
which splashed upon my past and present shore.
My future will unfold what's meant to be.
For now, my past and present have blessed me.
Some days we feel as though
We’re living in limbo
Not fully alive or deceased;
Can’t get no satisfaction,
Traction, motivation, meaning, sense
Of inner peace. Idling awhile, waiting
For this cloud to pass over head;
Stuck in the shadow
Of what to do now…
Time passing, dreadful dread.
Reviewing long lists
Of that and this:
Write a letter, call someone,
Pay the bills or just sit still
And day dream of races run.
Down in the valley
Where hope is lean
But never so far away
With sunlight burning through
Canyon walls;
Limbo ain’t no place to stay.
Longer than necessary to
Get back up;
And focus on who we are;
Life’s a long hard road and limbo
Is one step
On the way
To the stars...
In the mean time waiting
In darkness fading
Into deeper shades of black-
Ness all around;
Decisions untethered, thoughts unfeathered
Everywhere abound.
To the sound
Of waking, slowly taking
Another tack on the seas:
Limbo above and down below
Trying everything in its power
To devour you and me.
Unless, until,
We’ve had our fill
Of living life lethargic;
The only way to kill the beast
Is choosing a higher target.
Shooting right between the devilish eyes
We let them fly -
Our arrows of creation;
Releasing pain from whence it came
Turning
Limbo to
Elation...
It’s after midnight, as my muse carries a lot on my mind
Putting words onto paper in my reach that I can find
So many things that have dressed me for so long
Always reviewing the balance of rights and wrong
I was just a young girl, when I could view things this way
Too early for my age, but reasons carried me each day
I have wishes and dreams, living on like anyone
Love that flourishes, for we are all equal like one
Work and goals always continuing to play a part
In a life with ambition that was growing from the start
But simplicity is important like a star in the sky at night
A creation to be grateful for with every welcoming sight
Now, a discovery shuts my eyes this hour to sleep
To enter recurring dreams of you, I will always keep
Heidi Sands
11/1/19
Exactly where and when does Ego begin,
my creation story introduction,
preface;
and is there anything in there about a sequel?
Identity of EarthLight co-revolving HeavenlyPower,
autonomic memory unfolding Ego's deep storage capacity,
regeneratively biased in favor of time's continuance,
dipolar dynamics of balance and crown/root harmony,
resilient LeftBrain-function rooted in Elder RighTime's
seasons of light and dark hemispheric
horizons
Dawning birth through adorescents
climax trending outside light
and inside power systems
To and from autumnal adulthood
on through death's disbirth
decomposing interior/exterior processing trends,
sacred liturgy of one benighted day's lifetime
Reviewing regenerative exterior experiential enlightenment
with fertile body empowerment
Sinking deeply into MindBody Great Transition
(0)-soul ZenTime of Yang/Yin co-arising elation,
surfing love of regenerating Ta(0)Time ourself
reincarnations of all matriarchal RNA generations
before LeftBrain verbal history,
children of MotherEarth's multiculturing Tribes,
sharing caring TransPresent bicameral intelligence,
deep communion restorage
RE: mindbody light investment
and mind v body disempowering divestment
for/of/with/toward future safe love health
v. unsafe hate pathology
TO: YangCrown/YinRoot identify bicameral flowstreams
of neuro-sexsensory win/win incubators,
now evolving toward polypathic co-binary maturation
of multi-paradigmatic EarthHealth,
sacred ecology's love-wealth
ReVisiting dawning SunLight's
deep dusky EarthPowers
nonviolent lust for enlightened
nonverbal trust of empowered
indigenous Holy Nature-Spirits
panentheistic EarthBody/AnthroMind
regenerative communication trends.
SEQUEL: Exactly where and when
LeftBrain verbally dominant
Straight White over-capitalized
run on and on and on
HisAnthroStory
begins
Our eternally salvific
EarthMother ReCreation Story
enlightened SunLight preface
empowering holy-spirit refaced
Elder-RightTrained EarthPower
adorescent neurosystemic sequel
PREQUEL: Don't global light-bulb push it.
Empower more local bushy feel
A Better Production
The year 2018 is coming soon
Three hundred and sixty five days
Opportunity to write a new story
In the black calendar pages
Reviewing the script of ending year
Some chapters are worth of remember
Another days is better to leave behind
Taking away the lessons enclosed
Looking the horizon in the cloudy sunset
Remember in the darkness of the storm
Shines the sun with great magnificence
With a note of new hope for the future
Resolutions give the fuel to restart
Purpose is the yield of your efforts
For New Year 2018 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Kim Rodrigues
December 31, 2017
Monotonous keyboards clicking
Redundant clocks ticking
Phones ringing, elevator doors swinging
Coffee pots brewing, vending machines spewing
Insouciant workers, carefree shirkers loitering
Clerks, secretaries previewing, managers reviewing
Visitors on stairs, in lobby chairs, lines queuing
Fate's dissonant chords o'er content hordes teeming
From Crescent's waning moon, spell of doom flinging
Across availing sky, a wailing strain is stringing
A portentous raven o'er torrentous swells winging
To his charted course, a venal force with guile clinging
Feral beast an imminent peril to prey quickly bringing
On the ethereal cusp perching, for crown jewel searching
Swooping down with force, beams from foundation divorce
Death's shadow in dust o'er screaming remnants streaming
Night's, palling darkness Day's ordained glint stalling
{{Dear Poetess CAREN KRUTSINGER at first I’m sorry, because I do not know anything about you. But I wish you the BELOW my little effort. }}
dear poetess you are-
C-rown of depth expression
A-bsolute power of word
R-isen shining sun in thought
E-very inch of wisdom
N-oble hearted in reviewing
for your poem and poetic style
love you
since my understanding spirit of it
you are spirited being still at this age
but not in loneliness
poems are your bosom friends
paths of ink make a long way
you are walking there
on the great wings of wisdom
poetess
here I'm elated
I'm living in your blessings words
dreaming a life in long lively stream
on this bank of life and on that bank
as the birds, as the leaves of grass,
as the music of Beethoven,
as the palette of Vinci,
as the art of Disney
your matured hand,
natural insight,
materialistic pen,
wise pavement of poetic reign
persuade me lively
let me be one of them in yours poetic motion
let me swim in your delighted poetic ocean
-January 24, 2019 Chattogram
Form:
June 2 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on Psalms 63-67
Key Verse – Psalm 63:1 O God, thou art my God; early will I seek thee: my soul thirsteth for thee, my flesh longeth for thee in a dry and thirsty land, where no water is.
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY SOUL SATISFIER
Lord God, You are my soul Satisfier,
refreshing me of my heavenly longing
Thank You for reviving my spirit with Your power for vibrant singing
Reveal to me what Your loving kindness is bringing…
Rehearse unto me Your awesome marvels for my eternal belonging.
Lord God, You are my soul Satisfier,
replenishing me by Your preservation
Thank You for reinforcing my faith by Your counsel’s instruction
Remind to me Your wise declaration…
Restate unto me Your assurance for my upright determination.
Lord God, You are my soul Satisfier,
reinvigorating me with blissful praising
Thank You for renewing my prayer life through Your bountiful blessing
Restrain me from indulging in foolishness and grievous transgressing…
Reform me by Your powerful progressing.
Lord God, You are my soul Satisfier,
restricting me of my vanity’s noise
Thank You for rebuking my arrogance while in Your meekness I rejoice
Release me from worldliness’ deceitful choice…
Reprove me with Your admonition’s correcting voice.
Lord God, You are my soul Satisfier,
redirecting me toward glorious honouring
Thank You for reviewing my works I present in my worship-gearing
Rule over me by Your unconditional caring…
Repair me along Your proven stirring.
Lord God, You are my soul Satisfier,
regarding me midst my afflictions’ difficulties
Thank You for reshaping my personality along Your sacrifices’ entreaties
Rescue me from iniquities’ afflicting infirmities…
Restore me by Your merciful security to combat uncertainties.
Lord God, You are my soul Satisfier,
raising me up toward heavenly shining
Thank You for rejuvenating my health for my kingdom-service refining
Recreate me against my stubbornness by Your sovereign governing…
Ready me for Your glorious returning along my divine yearning.
June 2, 2023
The Grand Opera House was
packed to capacity for the
closing night of the season.
Soprano Bianca London
delivered a flawless
performance that moved the
entire audience to tears.
Among the crowd sat Leo
Henderson, an obsessed fan who
believed Bianca sang exclusively
for him.
Leo had sent dozens of
unsigned letters, but Bianca
had ignored every single one.
Driven by the dark jealousy,
Leo sneaked into the backstage
corridors during the final standing
ovation.
He slipped into Bianca's
private dressing room and
waited silently in the dim
shadows.
When Bianca walked through
the door, Leo confronted her
with a bouquet of black roses.
Bianca threatened to call
security, causing Leo to
lose his grip on reality
completely.
He grabbed a silk prop scarf
from the vanity and brutally
strangled the talented star.
Leo fled through the rear
fire exit before the stage
manager discovered the
tragic scene.
The police arrived quickly,
but the killer left no
fingerprints or physical DNA
behind.
The murder shocked the
music world, and
investigators struggled to
find a solid lead.
Detective Arthur Pendleton
took the case, carefully
reviewing Bianca's fan mail
for clues.
He noticed one letter
contained a unique quote
from an obscure, centuries-old
Italian opera.
Two weeks later, Arthur
attended a public memorial
service held for the fallen
singer.
The detective watched the
mourners closely, looking for
anyone acting suspiciously or
overly emotional.
He spotted Leo placing a
single black rose onto the
memorial alter in the lobby.
Arthur approached Leo
and casually struck up a
conversation about Bianca's
legendary repertoire.
Leo proudly quoted the
exact obscure opera line
from the letter, trapping
himself completely.
The obsessed fan was
arrested on the spot, final
justice delivered for the
opera star.
Lost in thought
(agony of a soldier's wife)
Loneliness like a dark gown
She wore in her mind set
Wondering if he will ever return home
As she sit with a dark cup of coffee
Stairing throw the window
Like he is close to home
Voice Echo's in the room
no one speak but her voice
As she marvel in sight
Not realising she speak just only to herself
But To an unknown reality
Lost in thought
She keep waiting
Far away from her
Was her love on a war front
Battleing to save an unknown curse
Like a battle of
a do or die
Lost in thought
Like an unknown destination
She perceive a tommorow never come true
On and on
The media keep reviewing
Casualties of dead soldiers
on a high scale
Morning after morning
She weak up with a grief of the unknown
Noon after noon
She launch with an astray
Full of aches
From smokes of thoughts
Lots of thoughts on her mind
While she waits
Lost in thought
she miss her love dearly
When will he be home from
War?
Was an answer
she wish to know
Lost in thought
At midnight
With an heavy eyes
She sit close to an open door
Believing he might soon be home
Light after light
Cigar after cigar
Like she sit watching the moon
Counting the stars with a wish
And wondering so deep
As she got
Lost in thought.
Note before you set for war, think about those you leave behind, cos karma is part of nature, guess why war is evil, I rest my case