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The night doesn’t ask where you’ve been.
It doesn’t want a report.
It doesn’t tally your failures
or wait for your light to come on.
The night knows.
It saw you when you couldn’t speak
but still opened your mouth and tried.
It held your secrets like wet leaves,
pressing them into the earth for safekeeping.
There’s a softness here.
In the way the stars don’t ask to be named.
In the way the wind doesn't flinch when you cry.
In the way the moon,
that eternal witness,
just glows—even when it’s barely there.
You don’t have to be bright tonight.
You don’t have to be anything.
The night already loves you.
Just as you are.
Unmade.
Unmasked.
Unashamed.
It’s not waiting for you to shine.
It’s just waiting for you to rest.
Joie de vivre courtesy Melitte A Goldsby -
NMLS ID#639704
Citizens Bank manager
in Trooper, Pennsylvania
lit up space like a live wire,
and I braced myself
against shaking our hands
(upon first greeting me
after walking thru the doors)
lest a shock pass thru me
analogous to a lightning bolt
striking yours truly out of the blue
after seeing her
standing righteous and proud
(as she rightfully deserved
acquired her station in life
courtesy indomitable perseverance,
I presume most likely never did tire
what with an outsize personality
that would charm
the skin off a snake
and the smarts to match),
thus prompting me
to dash off a feeble attempt
regarding this wordsmith
to resolve his
checking account quagmire
after being suckered
into one after
another centsless imbroglio
falling prey into poor man's
monied pipe bombed dream
gullible and naive to compromise
relative safekeeping his deposits
yet somehow found myself
at the mercy of short,
nasty and brutish
trolls rubbing their
weather beaten hands in glee
when ensnaring a once
happy go lucky boy
essentially being affected courtesy
an anonymous byte size notifier
that meekness and submissiveness
signaled to bullies think Charlie Brown
the renown targeted
victim as a vulnerable kite-flier
whose kite went no higher
than the kite eating tree,
whose foiled attempt
at a Lucy free empire
like a metaphor
for the writer of these words
stumbling into pitfalls
most of his own making a buyer
into the implication of the maxim
"if something is too good
to be true, it probably is"
disregarding a warning to be skeptical
of offers or situations
that seem unrealistically
positive or beneficial
taking the bait
from snake oil salesman
pitching me head over heels
into a grave situation
of my own making
exhausting every last ounce of energy
only to find myself
deeper in a black hole
where red is the new black,
especially pertaining to money matters,
and I pay thru
emotional/psychological nose
exacerbating an already
anxiety prone baby boomer
soon after the beneficence
as high a caliber individual,
but interestingly enough
none can exceed
the esprit de corps of Melitte A Goldsby
principally with knack
to rectify his out of balance accounts.
Forgotten are forgotten
Forgotten,
left on the side of the road,
tossed out with the trash,
litter in someone else’s world,
cold soup in a fractured bowl
spilled in the void of those
who have left without a thought
Though this is not what I remember,
there was a day when people cared,
sought out reminders,
flourished as members,
accepted the new and the old
Not anymore, not now as
hate breathes in acrid gusts
and fading smiles dissipate
down desolate alleyways
Life become meaningless
when words lose their edge
and actions rely on threats
wielded by costumed bystanders
seeking only that paycheck
Digging deep for some belief,
promising bilateral lies,
facing non-judgement for
merely a walk in the light
shining down from clouds of fame,
raining on the shame
Twisted mementos for safekeeping
until the next band screams
before the audience even arrives
They were nothing, they are nothing
and so it goes,
as easy as it came
the end runs from the beginning
and the forgotten are
forgotten
it’s just not the same anymore
What is justice you ask?
It is the safekeeping of all we task.
It matters not if it is real or intellectual property
Blind justice is not supposed to leave us in poverty.
Life and limb can be in the scales,
Blind justice is to sort through the tales.
But justice is more than finding what's right
and not belong to those who have the might.
Yet, it seems to slant that way at times,
Making the poor man stuck with the crimes.
"An eye for an eye..." so the Bible reads,
Thank God in heaven that we can plead.
For justice is more than the payment in life,
It is the faulted repayment for our strife.
It has been misused in many years past,
But justice and honor will always last.
Who is the criminal that we see?
Convicted people that will ever be.
We judge others by the standards we were taught,
and over many of these wars have been fought.
Whether everyday wars in dealing with police,
or going back in history between Persia and Greece.
Justice usually belongs to the winner
and not the one who is the sinner.
There is a justice we all will face
when our life will end its earthly race.
That last judgement will truly be final
as we will be in no position of denial.
The justice of that judgement will everlasting be
and no reprieve may we see.
What is justice you may ask?
It will not be ours, but God's task.
Dan Cwiak 8/31/15 for contest
You Just Hold on
In this present day, we need hope. With all the malicious and wickedness in the world without our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ, it’s difficult to cope.
There’s refuge, safekeeping, protection, shelter, and more it’s back into the presence of God. Ps. 91
Ephesians 6: 10- 18. Putting on your spiritual protective clothing. Walking in power also authority, leading forward with thy rod.
Countless of individuals hearts are weakening because of fear. The first crucial step is to submit or humble oneself to the Heavenly Father, then call unto Him while He is near.
There’s a Supernatural Peace that only comes from Heaven, it will help us to enter into a rest.
It’s all about walking in obedience according to the Word of God so all may be blessed.
Stand in faith child of “The High King” to Him you belong.
No matter the circumstances or situations do not fear you are not alone.
YOU JUST HOLD ON
"Come take a ride with me"
That’s what he said
The conservative side of me
Almost jumped out and said;
"huh uh, I don't do roller-coasters"
but the look on his face
prompted me to change my mind
as if to say
you don't know what you're missing,
he has thrown down the gauntlet,
and don't I love a challenge!
I didn't need a second invitation
as soon as I was strapped in,
it started to move slowly,
thinking to myself
"I can handle this; it’s a piece of cake,
not scary at all"
What the hell?
Who was I kidding?
midway through the first lap,
it started to bounce up
and just as quickly
it skid down again
I grabbed the bars
to stable myself in the seat
leaving marks on my hands
as I dug my fingernails deeper,
into my own flesh.
Glancing across I can see
my fellow revelers’ mouths moving,
but I can’t hear a word they're saying
it looks like one of those silent movies
all I can feel is my heart beating faster
and with every movement
praying for my safekeeping,
at the same time cursing
this guy next to me
with a solemn promise
that if I live to tell the tale,
I will never allow myself
to be talked into something
this crazy again,
even if the guy is as sexy
as the one sitting next to me…
Left to my own,
Walking upon my path
Has become a most dangerous adventure
Decrying that I should be able to choose
For myself,
As to what is best for me!
And my brain, having registered the amount
Of pain that I have accumulated across the years,
Has taken to be the patriarchal figure that
I lack, guiding me firmly and stoically,
Bent upon the safekeeping of my honour
And the pride of having my ego always
Boosted up!
But then, my heart, so frail and feminine
Can help you but gently command me
To throw away my swords,
And to kneel upon my knees,
Hands joined, to beg, for that which
I yearn with the zeal of a needy child!
I stand in the middle of them both
And as if such was not enough,
I have to keep receiving society's blows,
Which try to define my choices!
But in the very end,
Somehow, somewhere, my mind itself
Whispers it to me,
That we all know, that the one I shall
Choose to follow shall be none other
Than my heart, even if it is a bleeding one!
Basking in the glory of yesterday can throw shade
on the duties of today.
Create a new fabric,be renewed,be refined
Be replenished
Old accomplishments
need be tucked away
In the safekeeping of darkness.
We meditate too long,on memories gone.
Basking in yesterday's glory
Yesterday's pain
is like a mother mourning
A dead child while ignoring the
Ones still living.
Its seems wiser to visit the past.
Returning to the future with relevance
Restoring lost arts.
"Old Technics "
Still require new thread.
Cloth left in the light too long will
Give into withering,fading and shredding.
Be about the work that now needs doing.
Some bits and pieces. Stoleness doesn't empower one to
gain material goods, financial and emotional leverages some
are disloyal—possession over someone Stoleness.
Abducted along with one's self-confidence and innermost thoughts
and deepest sentiments will be revealed for safekeeping.
Demoralized and staleness broken trust in addition to anything
so on and on, and so forth Stoleness has causes and effects,
lessons learned? intuitive conception, and conclusion that Stoleness
is forbidden.
SOUL MATE
For you I will change my life.
Someday I will become more than just a wife.
Not every passerby means something.
Around you, my heart will jump and sing.
I will always be around, like an air balloon.
While your air blows away the gloom.
Even when we are mad, or the times I made you yell.
My heart is lock behind your midnight jail.
Despite the times, life does not go well.
I will always be your soul mate.
Our love is entwining with the best heart rate.
Your soul and my soul will entangle together.
Creating a tangle, that makes things better.
I will reach you in every level of your weather.
I need you to feel me in this poem or letter.
The fascinated kisses where meant to last forever.
My heart is torn with the thought, I am not suppose let go.
My fate was drawn out to meet you down by the "RIVER POE."
Where we connected fast with my pink and green flow.
With you I will dance around the fire "NAK*I*D!"
With no bad intentions that are wicked.
Store the innocence of them eyes for safekeeping.
I do not care about all those dots, which have you tripping
Down in Mandalay, where you are in a world of sleeping.
I will clone our dreams to retrace the smiles on my face.
The one dimension that collides us in to that special place.
I want to reach you when you are low.
Reaching farther than I could ever can go.
There for you’re my one true soul.
I will always be there for you with open arms.
A reality that does not come with harm.
We are each other’s destiny.
We will have a life pass eternity.
With you, our numbers exceed beyond infinity.
You are my one true soul mate.
No matter how long we both have to wait.
Our journey will never end.
I can choose to be just your friend.
However, you are the key to my empty space of lost faith.
Moreover, everything in me tells me you are my SOUL MATE!
By; P.D.
For; N.D.