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In the mirror, one day, the stranger will stand and you will gaze long,
The shadow of what was, shall fade into the unknown to be.
You allowed others to be the carriers of self, and they misdirected you,
The sound of self, that inner siren's voice, you ignored, ungrasped.
It pleaded softly, sweetly, urging you to assert,
To cherish feelings as frosted treasures.
Your uniqueness - a flag strung on peaks,
"Believe," it beckoned, "in moss and sun intertwined."
The Divine within you spoke with an endless voice,
"I am," it told you, "the voice that never rests."
You were grandeur in step, in breath, in unseen dreams,
Always alongside, on the mountain slope, in the hour you believed abandoned on the path.
But the echo stopped, dissipated in the inattentive moment,
Your inner seal faded, a murmur lost.
The voice had built deep monasteries within you, but you let them fall into forgetfulness,
Your once vibrant holy sanctuary, now wrapped in silence.
It is time, I call to you, to gather the fragmented echo of your being,
Bring it back, conquer it, like an explorer invoking the rains, to learn of the sun.
A leap of faith, the sated flame of memory,
And reborn from the ashes of silence, there your heart will beat forever.
It still pounds ancient drums beneath your chest,
A whistle of hope awaits to be blown anew.
Strike the flint, scratch the firestarter, until the spark emerges,
And the deep voice, your truth, will applaud once more in harmony.
Redeem your name, reclaim your wholeness,
Once lost, but now nearing redemption.
Those will be your dawns, the moment when, remade, united,
You will stand and will know -
You are reborn, you have discovered who you were, who you are.
Oh you can't have sex after sixty
She said with a bit of a blush
You can't have sex after sixty
It's meant for the young folk like us.
So if I get that testosterone rush
When we're lying together in bed
We'd better not start making love
But you take out your knitting instead
And I'll get out my journal
And pass a bit of the time
Wrestling with the words
To work up a bit of a rhyme,
But if after half an hour
The desire still hasn't abated
Lets hug and cuddle and love
Until appetites are fully sated.
But we won't tell the young folk
Just leave them feeling contented
Like all younger generations they think they're
The ones by which making love was invented.
EPITOME OF EMPTINESS
essence
of
sunburst
spectrum
&
moon-masked
night
argentine
unfurls
buds
of
destiny
designs
petals
of
perfection
of
floral
enticement
unfolding
existential
elegance
esoteric
until
withering
in
vacuity
unaware
of
ordained
beckon
waiting
in
silence
where
I walk
final
mile
merging
with
nothingness
indeterminate
yet
embedded
in
reality
inexorable
of
twilight
turning
to
eternity
for
soul
sated
&
adrift
in
ecstasy
to
anchorage
configured
as
epitome
of
emptiness
embracing
Exquisite are the nights
this shadow walks to lean,
transcending did excite
feeling feeding in it teams,
ravished senses blushing
ached blessings torqued ignite
drawn enfolds in lusting
Water,Fire,Wind … Earth brightened
A rasp of gentle breath
tasting silk dripped nights,
falling sighs in little deaths
sensuous knowing sighted
No reason in the flowing
of interlocking vows,
ecstasy trapped the banging
drowned out screams of now
trickled kisses sprinkled
wicked rallied into fumes,
heating bellowed winds
spell thrown around the room
Unfurled in slowing motion
a flower in the bloom
Sweet the gentle floats
a feather in the wind
languorous is the wanting
being ravished in this sin
throwing off restraint
bedazzled witches bound
beauty in the spooning
can always be profound
Breathing in blasphemed
gloried velvet charms
glowing in the eddy’s
I am sated and disarmed
what did i do wrong?
one minute we were riding high
that crest of euphoria
the next
i was tumbling in the water
pummeled by the waves
unable to breathe
to see
to....be
what did I do wrong?
how did I change?
didn't I give you my all
maxed out love and care
what else is there to give
how can I live
without a heart and soul?
I gave you....all
was it not enough
to fill your empty spaces?
how did I lose
those enchanting graces
shocked disbelief
gnawing gently to grief
rejection sated
insides churning
with the bile of betrayal brewing
spewing pain
burned esophageal refrain
acid lined life
what did I do?
what did I say?
why did you go away?
away...away....away.....
You don't hear a word I say
Gone with the wind of wistful wanting
daunting
the life bound to me...haunting
You went away....away....
took away my voice
left me no choice
but to shrivel and die
goodbye
good? bye?
it's been so very long
and yet....
I cry!
Eileen Manassian
The touch of day and night builds the bud layer by layer,
the blossomed design of destined time opens the petals,
as the floral essence of existence gradually unfurls
the transient beauty of life until the flower withers.
The wilting flower doesn’t even know when it’s time
for the call to come in the cold night’s slashing silence
from the abyss of the gloomy ground where it will fall
to disappear drifting to obscurity in the gales of time.
On life’s rough garden path I walk the trudging moments,
steps tracing the last mile with sleep creeping in my eyes.
When I wake up to see the sparkling dawn blooming,
I thank God for the adorable gift of another new day.
The spectrum of the rising sun tinges the sands of time,
turning into specks of eternity sinking within sated soul.
I float in the ethereal waves in the bay of infinite bliss,
drifting to the yonder shore waiting at the end of time.
June 9, 2020
Contest : Time
Sponsor : Chantelle Anne Cooke
Savannah Night
There was an uneasy feeling that night on the savannah.
The creatures were jumpy as they huddled and grazed.
Startling at each new sound, one stamps its foot and
the vast herd flees, from what they are unsure.
The lions creep through the long grass setting an ambush.
The first pair's job to spook the herd now is done.
The rest spread out, now taking up the deadly hunt.
Working quickly they target one and separate it.
One lioness jumps on its back then slips off and is trampled.
Another tackling it face on is gored in the shoulder.
But the rest soon have it cornered and it is soon smothered.
As it dies the pride are already ripping open its belly.
The blood covers the land red as it seeps into the soil
There will be feasting tonight as the lions gather to eat.
Snarling as they rip into the warm carcass, blows lashing out,
As they vie for position, pushing and shoving each other.
The hunt was long and hard, the fruits came at high price.
Two lioness wounded, one will die. Such is the cost of success.
A calf bawls for its mother, yet she cannot answer its call.
Sadly it is too young to live, it will end up a tasty morsel.
Sated the lions rest in the early sunlight as cubs play.
Life for now on the savannah continues, and peace reigns.
Like a dislodged lonely leaf my mind floats far away,
on the quiet river of dreams from life’s cacophony,
to a placid cobalt lake on serene visage of display,
soaking the azure melody of singing sky’s euphony.
On the bank stands the petrified tree I have lost,
the stilled supine branches don’t sway any more.
Its static shadow on the lake languishes untossed,
for the squall has found a new course to soar.
The mystique mist drops a veil of dense solitude,
until the melting clouds descend drizzling ecstasy
with raindrops on the river’s ripples of quietude,
filling my hollow heart with alluring aria of revelry.
The silent river flows to the shore of divine sea,
plunging deep within, the scroll of mind I unroll,
see my engraved dreams weave at depth lonely,
the tapestry of profound bliss for my sated soul.
May 3, 2020
Contest : Grace And Solitude
Sponsor : John Hamilton
May 18, 2020
Contest : Brian's Choice K
Sponsor : Brian Strand
Exquisite are the nights
this shadow walks to lean,
transcending did excite
feeling feeding in it teams,
ravished senses blushing
ached blessings torqued ignite
drawn enfolds in lusting
Water,Fire,Wind … Earth brightened
A rasp of gentle breath
tasting silk dripped nights,
falling sighs in little deaths
sensuous knowing sighted
No reason in the flowing
of interlocking vows,
ecstasy trapped the banging
drowned out screams of now
trickled kisses sprinkled
wicked rallied into fumes,
heating bellowed winds
spell thrown around the room
Unfurled in slowing motion
a flower in the bloom
Sweet the gentle floats
a feather in the wind
languorous is the wanting
being ravished in this sin
throwing off restraint
bedazzled witches bound
beauty in the spooning
can always be profound
Breathing in blasphemed
gloried velvet charms
glowing in the eddy’s
I am sated and disarmed
He calls me naïve and I reply with a smile,
but in my dreams he whispers words of love;
my cravings fed:
fully sated.
He says I'm a foolish child; innocent and sweet,
but if he knew about our midnight trysts,
I wonder if he would find me guilty,
or acquit me for such intimate reveries.
If my fantasies are a sin;
should I be ashamed of my crime?
I dare not sleep,
perchance to dream.*
2/9/21 Fragmented Verse Poetry
Sponsored by Emile Pinet
*Phrase spoken by Shakespeare's Hamlet