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Midst life’s race, my soul seeks solace in haven:
Hope’s fortress glowing with bliss’ iridescence.
To my prayer closet* I flee, faith-driven
…Where I meet my God and bask in His presence.
Along grace-altar that’s love, mercy-proven…
He revives my spirit with His peace-incense.
Worshipful, I linger, staying triumphant
In my communion nook, divinely radiant!
*Matthew 6:6 …When thou prayest, enter into thy closet, and… pray to thy Father which is in secret…
January 31, 2019
6th place, "My Place..." Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Carolyn Devonshire; judged on 2/4/2019.
I wanted to try both types of the Rispetto form. The first one is 11 syllables
and the second is 8. I know the Iambic tetrameter is not perfect.
Ignorance fails to hear a heart's silent cry,
when love is seen as collateral damage.
Even Tuscan sunsets cannot help tears dry,
when insults leave behind unwanted baggage.
Oh Cupid, why are you such a blind buffoon,
firing arrows like gunfights in a saloon.
Do romantic battles of mortals amuse,
or do modern day relationships confuse?
Cupid the mischievous brat,
saw him trying to kiss my girl,
told him I'd make his brains go splat.
He just pranced in a merry twirl.
As he aimed arrows at my heart,
I threw at him an archer's dart.
I said: "There's something you should know."
I've got Robin Hood's famous bow!
WHAT I LOVE-WHAT I HATE
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
PART I
love fiery sunsets bleeding amber and rose--
mountains, valleys, seas, and heaven softly meet
above horizon, molten coin dips and glows
world wades into warm, slumber--gentle and sweet.
you stood beside me, your hand embracing mine
daylight bled, transforming into liquid wine
clouds caught fire, gradually turned to ash—
dusk descended—our silence spoke what words can't match
&&&&&&&
PART II
chaos erodes the labyrinth of my mind,
a fierce ravenous beast that gnaws at the planned.
I hate its claws—untamed, malicious, unkind—
destroying the flawless blueprints in my hand.
I crave the calm, tranquil hum of ordered grace,
a steady rhythm amidst earth's frantic pace,
calculated steps, the path both clear and known,
cadence deeply set, authentically grown.
I thought of “Far Away” as an escaping,
wild trees and flowers in all their rapt fury.
To be free of love and all its stiff draping,
fleeing dark emotions in a swift hurry.
Now I see bright orchids in their wild scaping,
shades of magenta, aqua and snow flurries.
But suitcases hold Things, not a heavy heart.
I must retrace my steps, begin at the start
of where it all went wrong, damage of colors
not our own. The inks and umbers invading
our love's pastel sanctity, bringing dolor
to what was once a chartreuse-golden shading
of sunshine and jade meadows, not the pallor
introduced by shadowy words evading
questions asked. Love's creations are worth saving.
I must return home, to sate the heart's craving.
4th Place
Far Away Contest
7/7/17
“Why dost thou weep, friend? Thou hast no lust. Why dost thou weep, friend? Thou hast no greed. Why dost thou weep, friend? Thou hast no delusion. I am the nectar of Knowledge, homogeneous Existence, like the sky.”
The Self, free from blemish, has no attribute,
one without a second, outside space and time,
whereas it is ego that needs to reboot,
entering staid silence to sense bliss beat’s chime.
Ego is the entity consumed with lust,
orbiting desires of the body-mind, shaped from earth’s crust
but recognising that we are spirit not form,
with God’s laws of love and light, we then conform.
Part One: I Love
The eagle as it flies far above restless
fields of golden wheat and stagnant marsh bottoms
where mice and rabbits inhabit ancient cress,
living small and unaware now in autumn's
warning chill of season's soon coming winter~
but the eagle knows coming snow will splinter
nature into those who have and who have not,
and only wisdom will see what spring has wrought.
Part Two: I Hate
The cold wind as it winnows its spiteful way
across tall mountain peaks into the valley
where colorful summer flowers once did play,
enticing bees to a pollen-filled galley ~
now flowers are dead and the bees have withdrawn
to hide from the cold in their houses of brawn
while beautiful flakes become old snow piled deep,
and nature has burrowed for long winter's sleep.
“This (Self) is neither knowable nor the instrument of knowing. It is neither reason nor the one to be reasoned about. It is beyond the reach of words. It is neither mind nor intelligence. How then can I speak this Truth to you? I am the nectar of Knowledge, homogeneous Existence, like the sky”
Presence that remains, when polarities merge,
positioned outside the matrix of space-time,
burn in body urn, we feel as a bliss surge,
is God’s heartbeat, which we eternally mime.
We cannot attain yet we can so become,
light that lights all lights, the very cosmic hum,
all around, immediate and intimate,
pulsation of the Self, that does not abate.
Hi. I have never done this form. I went by the syllable count and format, but realized I did not do it as a folklore theme. So, it is not fully accurate. I posted it anyway.
I remember how you looked at me
A time in the past, but now we’re here
Like another life, in this moment to see
Suddenly, there was not a thing to fear
Music flowed so naturally, in sync
Playing without practice, in a blink
Yes, we found ourselves in every tune
Only we, without applause ended too soon
* This was a memory from long ago of special times writing some beautiful music, just the 2 of us. It was never played in front of others, which explains no applause. I was thinking how important it is to share creativity with others when it is created. Enjoy.
Heidi Sands
6/20/22
A bit of history, first . . . .
This song is about the sinking of the Titanic, it sank into the North Atlantic
Ocean on April 14-15, 1912, after striking an iceberg. Of 2240 passengers
and crew 706 people survived. The bandleader was Wallace Henry Hartley
and he and his bandmates played as the Titanic was sinking. When all was
panic they played. Their last song was Nearer, My God To Thee. They found
his body with his violin still strapped to him. Wallace and his bandmates
are considered heroes. He was born and grew up in Lancaster England
where there is a bust of him. His true love Marie, had the violin inscribed-
it is worth millions. This song is a message to his family and his truelove.
Thank you Joe and BCC for the tribute . . . .
This is mine . . . .
"And God will wipe away every tear from their eyes; there shall be
no more death, nor sorrow, nor crying. There shall be no more pain,
for the former things have passed away.” Bible 21:4
Mother, father, brother- oh, I miss you so,
thank you for the perfect life you gave to me;
soon, I will be part of the ocean below,
so, I sing these words before my soul is free.
It won't be long until I will be gone, gone,
I will bring comfort till the last soul is gone;
and I leave this life with your love in my heart,
this last song before to heaven I depart !
I imagine the farm and the golden wheat,
I wonder if my destiny was foretold;
and I recall those days of my youth so sweet,
the water comes and it is so cold, cold, cold.
It will be over- Titanic is sinking,
I will soothe each soul and will not be thinking;
though, I am afraid of dying, so afraid,
through songs we play tonight I have prayed.
My sweet love, my darling Marie, go on,
I will always be with you even in death;
for this man will be gone high above by dawn,
you have been my reason, my soul, heart and breath.
At his death father said don't shed a tear son,
oh, this unsinkable ship is almost done;
this day I give myself to God who loves me,
now, I sleep in the ocean deep my soul free.
Our Beloved Teacher
( Sonnetina Rispetto)
Torch of knowledge from you we take
You hold our hands for our dreams sake
Values and love we emulate
Like dad and mom, you truly care
We grow in your nurturing grace
Your guidance gives us strength and faith
Torch of knowledge from you we take
You hold our hands for our dreams sake
You look after us the whole day
As we read, learn, dance, sing and play
Values and love we emulate
You guidance gives us strength and faith
Torch of knowledge from you we take
You hold our hands for our dreams sake
Copyright 2014 Leonora Galinta
All Rights Reserved
October. 28, 2014 4.35pm
Second Place
Contest: Sonnetina Rispetto
Judged: 11/6/2014
Sponsor: Poet Dr. Ram Mehta