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A Solitary Stranger
Lonely a soul, he, waits there daylong, a lonely stranger, he
To knit the finest webs of dreams, one of the most delicate kinds.
Gazing, out there, with brimming eyes he ponders
To catch a glimpse of the sun seeping through the windowpane
Lonely a soul, he, waits there daylong, a lonely stranger, he
To knit the finest webs of dreams, one of the most delicate kinds.
Gazing, out there, with brimming eyes he ponders
To catch a glimpse of the sun seeping through the windowpane
The croons of his leisure time runs high through the seven seas,
As a hymn, rises to heaven and above, one, perhaps, eager to linger more…
Brushstrokes of canvas, dazzling horses of the clouds, in a resilient morn..
Open your eyes , and you will believe the happening world, in a fable, unborn.
Lonely a soul, he, waits there daylong, a lonely stranger, he
Cotton candy dreams, where in production, are in muse, those dreams!
Those old aged clouds are all in a classic silence, piled up high,
Rain will be coming soon!
Lonely a soul, he, waits there daylong, a lonely stranger, he
Cotton candy dreams, where in production, are in muse, those dreams!
Those old aged clouds are all in a classic silence, piled up high,
Rain will be coming soon!
Those croons are floating with the strongest rainfall , great news!
Where it drizzled through the lintel for yet , an hour more.
Rain-soaked an hour are chilling with gone hours, as ours,
A dead wet soul now, is he, posing in my mind!
Those croons are floating with the strongest rainfall , great news!
Where it drizzled through the lintel for yet , an hour more.
Rain-soaked an hour are chilling with gone hours, as ours,
A dead wet soul now, is he, posing in my mind!
Silent now, his story faded
Into memories, heartfelt passions
Hushed by thoughts of a past
Where his light was vibrant, dancing
Through the dreams that waited
On nothing, no one… flames
Stirring the seas for zealous singers
Stars ablaze with hues of laughter, graying
Silent now, his features stoic
Life’s intimacies grow weary with knowing
Love has been his friend, his companion
Through the decades, he has found
Love is life and without it, there is doubt
That anything in the world is worthwhile
Even the stars in the sky flicker out at dawn
But love, for him, shimmers on an endless hope!
The Pastel Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: craig cornish
June 4, 2022
Pageantry
(I TOO AM JOSEPH SON)
Speculatory travesty
I fell down on my knees
I stood before the tree
I should have been on the tree
But the grace of Jesus the grace of my Father El Shaddai found me
And maybe I should have been blind after I came after brother him 9 months
Too separated but we were close like skin Maybe we too should have been twins
Troubled by and in this world
Pageantry
Been giving breath of life you see Daily Grace
What's up positivity
I seek to sail I walked underwater seas
As my Father’s Cries Out come out walk with me
Like Joseph's father told his brothers come Adorn
Pageantry
Him with the purple robe and they all gathered and my Father was there
And we all celebrated with food and celebration
We stood apart
But together with one heart and in ... Pageantry
I am of royal priesthood
“Wake to the chirping of birds, get elated by their songs, allow the music to settle in your heart and dismiss all defeatist thoughts. Instead of burrowing like a mole, fly high like a bird” ~ By Poet
Oh! Lovely little bird, soaring and swirling,
Sliding and sweeping, making the sky your pathway,
Possessing the poet’s soul, you make me cheerful,
With songs mellifluous and melodious.
You dive and glide through cotton candy clouds,
With dizzy spells and a spirit so buoyant.
You roam and ride through air, trusting on your wings.
You are out on an odyssey to cross a thousand seas.
With black and beady eyes, you spot everything,
And watch the world from up above.
You wear a dazzling robe of vivid bluish hues.
You have rainbow pinions and a beak so sleek.
You chirpy friend, as you sing in tuneful voice from above,
Your songs fall in my ears as midnight choir from afar.
As you warble in sweet rhythm and lovely cadence,
You tell me that sweet spring of beauty and bliss is here.
An illusion etched in stone
passed on upon generations
a clot for the bleeding heart
to soothe the pain
so it hurts a little
a record of things then,now and later
reincarnation of cycles
life certainty of the uncertain
so it happened, when it was new
put a test to her waters
a bold dare,to fetch from her seas
challenge her storm, like a brave sailor
fighting her tidal battle
feast on your victories
sob on your loses
she cares not, does she?
only time complete her cycles
if there was ever one
believe what you will
the day ends when the night comes
whether true or not
the night comes for us all
Flesh is land I may say; seas are blood-floods; forests are bones;
Physic and spirit of nature, has zones of sand and stones:
Bones support the body to stand, bend, slide, glide, walk and run,
With no bones, can simple body have, in life, any fun...?
Bones safeguard my inner organs; forests do this to land?
For fertile soil and flood-free streams, forests give helping-hand;
Bones care for my blood cells; make platelets; spring marrows within;
Tackling the breeze that go wild, forests bring oxygen in;
Who does store and release fat but bones? So do wild forests;
Vaporizing toxins of decays, gives earth timely rests;
Storing within rich minerals, forest seem very calm,
As men and women with talents lot, are quiet and charm...!
In whatsoever way I look at, forest is blessing,
Bone of this earth, which itself is heaven, is caressing;
As ligaments and cartilage, is my mind-body link,
And so is forest, from whom I, to write these, get my ink...!
13 August 2022
I've never been one to stay in one place too long
I'm a vagabond traveler, singing a gypsy song
A pirate sailing the seas, with the wind at my back
A lone wolf, never vowing to belong to a pack
I've plodded my way across many foreign lands
I'm a camel in the desert, never following plans
When in need of an oasis to quench my thirst
I fill a hump or two, then eat dates until I burst
I've faced storms that tried to extinguish my flame
Live my life to its fullest and not taking the blame
Never felt ashamed of Elton's songs that I sing
I'll be off again, long before the monsoon sets in
It’s midnight here at the oasis
It's time I put myself to bed.
The light
Shining inside
Vibrant as the sunshine
Beckoning to souls with sweet grace
Falling across the seas
In gentle songs
Of praise
Laughter
Breaking through rain
In cloudless moments, joy
Breathes soundlessly through the passions
Of lingering hopes, dreams
Rousing heartbeats
Pulsing
The light
Touches the soul
With butterfly kisses
Whispered on the wonderous heart
Who knows to pray with faith
Heeding His still
Small voice
This love
Brings tenderness
Affection amazing
Freeing us to pray with promise
That we will find the truth
Through prayer and
Belief
The light
Dances like fire
Or fireflies twinkling, lit
Across the summer darkness, night
Amid starry moonlight
Enchanting, a
Caress
My God
Lights the pathway
To heaven, where we go
When this life is over, finished
We’ve been faithful servants
Who are going
Back home
The light
Reminds me why
I want to know true love
And faith that is alive, fervent
Praising Him with desire
For the time I’m
With Him
Heptastich Poetry Contest
Sponsor: William Kekaula
Syllables for each stanza is 2-4-6-8-4-6-2
May 16, 2021
He happened across an old photo of his dad the other day and immediately remembered the advice he use to give…on a host of different subjects but mostly…how to live:
Things like:
Make friends with the Earth…with her mountains, her oceans…her rivers…and her seas…with every creature she created…with her flowers and her trees.
When your world is moving too fast and questions and self-doubt are everywhere…take a leisurely walk among the stars…you’ll be amazed at the answers awaiting you there.
Be courageous and loving, forgiving and compassionate…even on days when you find yourself in situations where it is difficult to be kind.
Be kind! because every act of kindness whether you know it or not…plants a seed
a seed of love and love is something the world shall always need
Laugh whenever you can…don’t let one happy moment pass you by…and when you’re sad…be sad…allow yourself to cry.
Treat everyone the same in all you say and do…remember everyone you meet is just a different kind of you.
He knew words of advice were easy to hear but it’s often difficult to heed them…so he offered his eyes, his ears, and his hands if ever he should need them:
When you need someone to talk to throughout the coming years…
I will always be available to hear your hopes, your dreams…your fears.
When you do not need advice…you just want someone to hear…to understand…
I will listen quietly…I will be there to hold your hand.
And if you ever forget what love looks like…since love is the ultimate prize…
wherever you are…come find me…you will see it in my eyes.
He smiled looking back….remembering a father who was kind, compassionate and wise…
and glad in that old photo…he could still find the love in his dad’s his eyes.
Moses was set adrift on the Nile in bulrushes,
The freedom fighter had encounters with God,
And trembled at the sight of the burning bushes
Mountains quake, earth trembles, heaven is a flood.
With rain, thunder peals, and the lightning flashes,
Exodus begins with the terrors of Gods wrath,
The storm in converse, moving to battle marches
End the endless servitudes that deny good health.
God is a deliverer, the most daring commander,
Write the laws for generations to understand.
Hear children crying from far, and draws nearer
In the clouds going by crossing the burning sand.
Echoes of the storm warning through retribution,
After enduring advice with death and curse strife,
The end of grief made the brief choice of freedom,
A Passover for angels to hand out generous relief.
Ten terrible plagues did not cleanse their mild faith,
Only approves of pride where arduous sin survives,
Stubborn and steep, the rank street stank with death,
Sweeping aside the familiar and magical voices.
Exodus, going out of one mess into another wilderness,
To Mount Sinai, memories made the hardship escape,
When tabernacle blesses, holy war rebellion possesses
The ten commandments people’s mind could not keep.
Troops scattering and stumbling off their feet,
Fall upon civil heaps into the deep trampling waves,
Pharaoh’s host would lie silent forever in defeat,
Piled up at the bottom of the trackless seas.
Turn of events snatch away the cruel margin of duty,
Rest for the weary, in the land Moses never knew,
The wandering warriors finished foreign captivity
And after forty years the pleasant land was in view.
Conclusion, salvation is Gods promise blessing
Hope for the future that our offspring may inherit,
Egypt was left empty, the perils of a world becoming
A weaker state of humanity than Eden exhibit.