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“You can never cross the ocean until you
have the courage to lose sight of the shore” –
Christopher Columbus
“For the success of climbing the mountain peak
you need to forget the haven of the ground unique.”
- My quote.
The notion of nebulous ambition drifts quietly away free,
floats on the formless wings of the psychic clouds wispy.
The luring mind's horizon disappears in the hollow sky fawn,
the sense of loss morphs into failure to reach the destination dawn.
If you aspire to sail bravely across the high sea,
where the winds carry the scent of the new land free,
you watch in the distance the familiar shoreline fade,
you’re tense to leave the home terrain that safety has made.
“You can never cross the ocean until you
have the courage to lose sight of the shore” as the last view.
On your uphill climb of the formidable mountain face,
the summit of success lies beyond slithery track of failure trace,
you can’t reach at the end of the effort if you’re scared stiff,
if you don’t rely on detachment with the of strength of self-belief.
The highest summits of success always demand
a heavy toll from the forlorn mind and from the toiling hand.
Pursuing the formidable goal alone, you give a high price
for the success that surely depends on your sacrifice.
It’s a timeless truth that all great achievements hold
the treasure of what is given up to reach within their fold.
“For the success of climbing the mountain peak
you need to forget the haven of the ground unique.”
His scarlet head droops
towards his soulless emerald chest.
Perched upon a fruitless branch,
his spiritless eyes stare
at the emptiness of freedom.
Above, streaks of ruby hints
flow among coral flamingo shades,
as golden streaks swim through
crystallised kaleidoscopic skies -
but he feels no enthusiasm to fly.
What he thought would set him free,
has left his heart a companion-less hostage.
A lovebird without a purpose,
he is unable to warble a melody,
nor whistle for the love he left behind.
Raindrops splash his forlorn feathers,
he is too scared stiff to spread his wings.
His heart thumps like thunder,
as flashbacks of sitting, singing and locking beaks,
with feasts of berries, apples and seeds,
are regretful reminders of his misjudgement.
As he falls,
his last thoughts -
maybe freedom is not all that it seems..
Silent One
22 September 2019
The day is dying
The half-moon is faltering
In its nocturnal crawl
Across the gloomy sky
As the sleepy village goes to bed
Under the inky dark African sky
Stragglers are home-bound with trepidation
From another day of disillusionment
Lonely drunks lost in alcoholic world
Stagger home on the sandy paths
Boastful about feats known only to them
As the alcohol ebbed with their fading dreams
In the barricaded walls of wealthy mansions
Glittering outwardly and lit by obscene chandeliers
Lay looters and scoundrels of our commonwealth
Wide-awake scared stiff of night marauders they have created
As the gulf between the leaders and the led continues to widen
The day of reckoning has come for African predator overlords
Like Macbeth they have murdered sleep
They shall sleep no more
If I weren’t afraid I’d have embarked once again
on the journey I had since long abandoned in chagrin,
on life’s pathway crowded by hostile strangers,
and held their hands, walked the empathy together.
On my uphill climb of the formidable mountain face,
summit of success lying beyond slithery failure called cliff,
I’d have reached at the end of effort if I weren’t scared stiff,
and if I had relied upon the dormant strength of self belief.
The gale of dark night carried to me your enticing call
from across the swollen river in surging spate of turmoil.
I’d have sailed to your eroded bank with loads of dream,
if my latent love could build a boat of courage for me.
As our paths cleaved at the edge of the trying times,
when I departed at sunset you were in debris of broken heart.
I’d have returned from the nascent horizon of sunrise colors,
if I weren’t afraid to slip and sink in your tears.
Written : September 13, 2019
February 12, 2020
Contest : Strand Select M, Any Form, Any Theme
Sponsor : Brian Strand
‘Twas the night before Christmas with peace all around
Reindeers were sleeping there wasn’t a sound
When all of a sudden a shriek could be heard
Rudolph was cursing, with shocking swear words
Dear Rudolph was always the perfect gent
But using profanities; such anger did vent
Nothing would rile him; get under his skin
So calm and collected, they all said of him
So what had happened to cause this explosion
An inward collapse; an outward implosion
Slowly the reindeers began to awaken
to such profanities never heard before
In their boots they were waiting, all of them quaking
For the only occurrence to instill such behavior
if someone had changed Rudolph’s precious screensaver
Rudolph appeared his face was bright puce
They tried to console him but it was no use
For only one thing could now pacify him
Apart from a whisky or a tonic and gin
To give him ‘Dutch courage’ for his journey each year
Removing all panic, all nerves and all fear
Poor Rudolph was scared stiff of heights
As he flew round the world on Christmas nights
He could never look down, so sure he would fall
leaving all the world’s children with no presents at all
So to watch his screensaver whilst flying above
Was his only salvation for this labour of love
They turned all the knobs; unplugged from the wall
But nothing resolved, it was no help at all
The only solution was to make one last call
Or the kids of the world would all start to bawl
So on this magical Christmassy night
look skywards to see a celebratory sight
For sat astride Rudolph the cream of the crop
our beloved ET in his new Christmas top
With Rudolph now cured of his great fear of heights
Escorted by ET on all Christmas flights
24th November 2018
Competition: The night before
Sponsor: Joseph May
3rd placement
Contest Strand Choice R
Sponsor Brian Strand
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