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Segmented straight lines configure
pointed glyph of transformed cross.
In numeral sequence from the top
it’s the second smallest even integer.
After three dark days of primal genesis
when the arch of cosmos needed light,
God created sun, moon and all the stars
on this day, the symbol of universal truth.
This spiritual digit repeated three times,
turns into an angel number seraphic.
Responding to our thoughts and prayers,
it instills courage by numerological power.
At the blind end of life’s unlit path
if the milestone of angel number appears,
in God’s grace you’ll get divine foresight,
beyond dark you’ll see the light of future.
February 14, 2020
Contest : What's In A Number
Sponsor : Juliet Ligon
Too many cold nights
would follow these hours
FIrst frost will destroy
the blooming moonflowers
Because,WInter goes and WInter comes
Snowflakes melt our paper hearts
I want to preserve moments
before they' ll be the past
I just want to hold you
and make each second last
I want to taste your sweet words
breathing velvets on my lips
I want to feel your kisses
treading softly on my hips
I need to hear your lyrics
whispered in my ear
I want to let my hair down
cascading on your tear
I want to beg for your love
Be fondled by your touch
Want you to give me butterflies
Tickle and make me blush
I don' t want to make memories
But you won't be here
One day I'd call your name
pretending you're still there
Too many cold nights
would follow these hours
FIrst frost will destroy
the blooming moonflowers
Because,WInter goes and WInter comes
Snowflakes melt our paper hearts
Wet rain will cover palm prints
in the forgotten sand
New fingers trace your laugh lines
where I no longer stand
Stars wouldn't recall our waltz dance
and places that we've been
They won't remember falling
in once upon a dream
"As I cross the threshold and I walk on the heavens grounds my soul did dance
My soul danced
As I visualized as a glance my surroundings my eyes also dance
My soul dance
His father God and Jesus embraced me the hugs so embrace me Love poured out I cry
No longer fleshly do I pout
But just a chance at a glance my soul soul dance
It was Mom and Dad and my grandparents too and the generations of races all so true
At a glance a second chance alive rebirth born engaging again
As I'm stepping once again breathing my soul does dance
My soul Just dance
Is the streams of everlasting Waters trickle flowing by no longer are there tear ducts Waters flowing from my eye happy in my for now infernality for all eternity my soul does dance
My soul doth dance"
9/21/21
Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
She never thought that she would wear a scar,
She never knew the surgeon would go so far
She never thought the hands she trusted most
Would leave a scar she never chose
Something inside her changed over time
For a piece of her she could not find
As trust began to feel incomplete
What once embraced her was now bittersweet
And the flash backs of that morning replays
Where regression resurrected former ways
In a split second, patience was gone
And in a split second, she was no longer strong
And since that time and on that day
She asked herself why things had to be this way
She remembered who she used to be,
Before fear began emerging loudly
The bone has mended and healed with time,
But the heart remained wounded from the crime
The heart tries to forget by drugging away,
But the mind remembers it every day
She mourns the bravery she once knew,
Who believed her strength could pull her through
She mourns the circle she once held so tight,
For they all disappeared on her that night.
But though a large fragment of her has died,
There was a remnant of her she took in her stride
Like a candle shining through the night
She keeps alive her stubborn light
The prescription reminds her of the loss
And the scar of the truth and the exorbitant cost
Released from a past with physical pain
In an attempt to heal once again
(Intro)
(Verse 1)
Used to be
We had a one-of-a-kind love
A passion flame that burned so hot
Night-after-night
Without puttin' up a fight
You'd give it to me on the spot
Now you're tellin' me
You need a change of pace
And I can't even get to second base
(Verse 2)
I can tell
I've got no hold on you anymore
There's another person in your eyes
Don't try to say
I'm just gettin' in the way
I've had enough of your goodbyes
I never ever knew
What you were all about
Is this your way of coolin' out?
(Chorus 1)
There's a chill comin' on
And it's in your heart girl
Throw that icy stare
Do what you can to tear me apart
There's a chill - chill comin' on
An arctic breeze
This love is growin' old
Now you look at me so cold I freeze
(Bridge)
Oh there's such a chill
This love is growin' old ...
(Solo)
Ooh now I've gotta find
Another weather zone
While you find yourself all alone
(Chorus 2)
There's a chill comin' on
There's a winter wind
Cold front, cold back
What's the chance you'll let me in?
There's a chill - chill comin' on
An early frost ...
What good is being cold girl
If loneliness is what it costs?
(A Capella Break)
(Chorus 1)
There's a chill comin' on
And it's in your heart girl
Throw that icy stare
Do what you can to tear me apart
There's a chill - chill comin' on
An arctic breeze
This love is growin' old
Now you look at me so cold I freeze
(Chorus 2)
There's a chill comin' on
There's a winter wind
Cold front, cold back
What's the chance you'll let me in?
There's a chill - chill comin' on
An early frost ...
What good is being cold girl
If loneliness is what it costs?
(Chorus 1)
There's a chill comin' on
And it's in your heart girl
Throw that icy stare
Do what you can to tear me apart
There's a chill - chill comin' on
An arctic breeze
This love is growin' old
Now you look at me so cold I freeze
(Outro)
I freeze ...
There's a chill - chill comin' on
There's a chill - chill comin' on
There's a chill - chill comin' on
(Repeat Ad Nauseum)
Copyright © 1985 Ganymede Music - BMI
Copyright © 2016 Tsahaylu Music (ASCAP)
The thwart and the lie, the rumor and the lane, the love so drastic like fruits in the seam of the glass. Borders of fragmented revenge. The dreams were not fantastic, the light full, fire blazing. Rejection and denial end hand in hand with reveling. To fall on one small structure. The minor equivalent of the shimmering pole of gore. They fray and side and the sedge way hexes the bountiful distances of bridges and yellow moons. The tears inhaled, the smiles crashing, no mother, no mother, no. In the hills I will be alone, but the day surrounds every shadow. Mocking chariot where I reach the eyes of menacing jokes. He is the coat of walls and the sort of hit you peel down so carelessly rising war in a thinking tomb. No more, and there are forms filled. He is large, looming like a lion. I am the dry petals of a ceiling rose. Wait. Weary figure, to ward the inches of ministration. No one is in this yield then they sail like ships of planet Ukase. Sheilds to armor to the fine raging town of a timbering forest. To the house. I would hope when the stir everts, once the box becomes a visible fall. Like a storm buried with my bones in a birch tree. An apology veers yesterday, tomorrow and the second the walls open into the next hexagram. Because doom unties the passion in a faithful poison and the bars, freights employ the hatred of the massive expectations on the smallest form of tired fate. Toward the unknown parallels the hours that stretched the instigator.
I didn't think id do it,
Just a second passed in time.
I loved her more than life itself,
I could of made her mine.
Everyday id give my life for her,
She meant the world to me.
I never meant to hurt her,
I loved her cant you see.
She pushed me more and more each day,
Driving me insane.
She smiled each time i grimaced,
Contented with my pain.
I didn't mean to hurt her,
God i wanted her so bad.
Is this not punishment enough,
Ive lost the only thing i had.
If time could change id turn the clocks,
And give her back her life.
Id pour the warmth back in her heart,
And throw away the knife.
Since the day it happened ive done nothing but to cry.
Please forgive me Jesus Christ,
And sentence me to die.
His heart sinks to his boots
at the mountian of work that suits -
much are rejectable at first glance -
but some needs a second glance.
The majority is best described as 'fortnight tea'.
Getting to grips with diffent registers,
varied poetic voices and levels of growth,
make for a couldron of flavours
catering for differnent tastes -
editors are expected to wear many hats.
This is before rhyme can be checked -
mistakes are argued away as poetic licence -
and getting to grips with dialect
and varied stressed syllables ...
This is just scratching the surface.
AI can be helpful - up to a point:
It does not 'get' idiom and many metaphor
which the more seasoned poet employs.
Poetry is a living, breathing medium -
it can't be difined by an algorithm.
HAPPY NEW YEAR
Appearing Two Thousand and Twenty
Being brave all evils to drive away
Confronting obstacles of every day
Dreams of dormant desire is priority.
Exciting plans to run with new promise.
Forget all mistakes committed in past
Give your best to all around and adjust.
Happy New Year appearing on surprise.
Intense dense devotion ready to soothe:
Journey of life may display a puzzle.
Know your inherent strength to struggle.
Life may be in trouble or run smooth.
Make your family to feel safe and great.
Noble brilliant ideas, prompt to play.
Overcome obstacles coming on your way.
Patience to assist not to get upset.
Quest for best to start on new gear.
Rolled the old year providing new space
Score of past year boosting human race.
To proceed, progress dauntless without fear.
Union of past- present : Both involved
Vow of New Year clearly based on the past.
Worries and wobbling can never long last.
“X”, the unknown you will have to solve.
Yes: Confront and accept any challenge.
Zest and zeal to bring optimistic change.
01/07/2020
Second Place
'New Year's Dreams' Contest by Chantelle Anne Cooke
Abecedarian Contest by Caren Krutsinger
I looked out my window and what did I see, a beautiful red cardinal looking back at me. His lovely song, came on beautiful and strong. Below the tree, was a pretty red rose bush will a big yellow bee. With boxed up emotions and spirit, the red cardinal wanted to be free. The poor pretty red rose bush just sat,
wishing he could be free or a big cat. The red cardinal flew off, pretty red rose bush wanted to know was this a brush-off.
Date Written:12/25/20225
10 Place
1/18/2023 SECOND CHANCE Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand