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If I weren’t afraid, I’d…
… feast sumptuously, satiating my cravings midst well-being’s fullness
… feature myself along my twelve-month color scheme of saintly fashion
… fly over Mt. Everest, then trek at its pinnacle with my gratitude flag
… free all biblically righteous activists, accused as religious fugitives
… fathom futility’s frame against frustration-fall
… flee to family’s joyous feedings around blessings’ flow
… fulfill my own desires, defying folly’s flair
… fire-up my heart’s fixations…
Fueled by God,
firmly I cling to Him, thanking Him
for putting in my heart
fear* that's reverential so by
faith I can
freely obey and willingly
follow Him along holiness-bliss of
fervency’s fortitude.
*Psalm 111:10 The fear of the LORD is the beginning of wisdom: a good understanding have all they that do his commandments: his praise endureth for ever.
September 11, 2019
Edited on February 10, 2020
3rd place, "STRAND SELECT K, any form,any theme" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 2/11/2020.
Let's sit back, relax
And all count out the cost
As the initial wave of shock
Wears itself thinly off
One side had to win
While the other side sadly saw
The beginning of the end
In what is now their loss
But aren't we still Americans
When all of this is said
Some voted with their hearts
While others with their heads
No need to roll over
And wish that you were dead
With history in the making
We've all gone through worse than this
While a select see a set back
To others it's a gain
What may have come as a flood
To some it's needed rain
True a few must lose
For another cause to win
But when it comes down to it all
Aren't we still all Americans
Among animals,
only i adopt glass
the time of drinking
Water...
Among shadows,
only i contemplate
with sadness, the day
finished ...
Among elements,
only i hold the wind
between walls and attempt
hold time imprisoned ...
Among shapes, just me
I seek the best mirrors
to satisfy my whims ...
Only I select the colors
pretending to be magical ...
The one who sheds tears
for nothing, wanting to understand
everything...
And what i intend to be the best,
starting from my own healing ...
be different because I conceive
i am able to survey shadows ...
It's the end of our beautiful dream
The thrill is gone, for that reason...
I'm through loving you.
The nightingale that sings in my heart
for you has flown away, therefore...
I'm through loving you.
There's no longer warmth in your smile;
no sparks in your eyes; I'm afraid...
I'm through loving you.
The magic in your touch has worn off; your...
embrace is now as cold as winter snow, so...
I'm through loving you.
You've worn out your welcome; you've been...
locked out of my heart for good. Sorry but...
I'm through loving you.
I'm through loving you.
I repeat, I'm through loving you!
But my heart can lie to itself.
Premiere IV - Open Poetry Contest
Sponsored by rob carmack
Date written and submitted: 02/01/2020
Also submitted for...
Strand Select B ,Any Form ,Any Theme Poetry Contest (Winner: 3rd Place)
Sponsored by Brian Strand
Date: 02/02/2020
Sounds of something somewhere sound so absurd
Silence in the section of the unspoken spoken word
Seriously over sensitive a silver screen scene everyday
Study the students social scale to see who actually stays
Separating the subpar scores standardizing who to select
Sensitivity can be sabotage so smile wide to all suspects
Saliva slips sliding out the mouth down to a slippery chin
Second place with so so skills so step it up so you can win
Sounds of something like this sheet still sound so absurd
Silence in this sections stanza of simple unspoken words
bmdavey@11/22/17
Fully encompassed in luxuriously thickness of forest foliage,
The dog and I sat down to rest. Me on a felled log,
him,
near a creek’s edge.
Shiny leaves fluttered a silent greeting,
welcoming us, as if she had not seen
such beings in
A long time, maybe hundreds of years.
I marvel at the vast mysteriousness of the woods,
she has kept her secrets through a multitude of sun downs,
and likely
will not give them up.
The enormous spider webs I walked through to get here
instantly feel worth it,
Even if my skin is crawling a bit
as I imagine some of the wee creatures in my hair.
My heart leaps with pure joy as I bend
to select a few pretty rocks from the creek’s edge.
Wading in a bit farther,
marveling at the clear coolness of the water.
Is it drinkable? Yes, it is.
Has anyone else ever ventured this deeply into this silent sanctuary?
I hear a slight noise.
A twig breaking.
The dog barks.
Nothing else moves or makes a sound.
This has become my private sanctuary,
a place where my heart can rejuvenate and relive
These silences on busy days
when nothing else feels silent.
The kindness of a stranger never ceases to astonish me
Like angels from above who spread a special kind of love
Seeking no reward for what to them simply comes naturally
Pass them on the street ~ a kinder soul you’d never meet
A deed may be a welcome smile for a damaged homeless man
Whilst some would rather look away; repugnance is apparent
The stranger stops to sit beside him showing that he cares
Giving him the time to talk of things that he may want to share
Evil came one dark cold night and stole one of his shoes
The stranger asked his shoe size and discreetly left another pair
Most days stopping if he’s passing, just to sit and have a chat
To listen to his thoughts and dreams ~ they put the world to rights
As winter weather worsens so the stranger worries for his plight
Taking hot drinks to him daily, knitted hat to wear at night
One cold dark morn before the dawn the man he sadly died
The frost and cold had taken its toll and when the stranger heard he cried
Sadly the man was all alone, no family no friends no one to shed tears
But the stranger showed him love and care and took away his fears
His soul now free he soars up high to watch the stranger going by
And hopes one day to meet and thank God’s angel here on earth…
Written 7th June 2020
Premier
Contest 'Kindness'
Sponsor Regina Riddle
Contest Brian's Select 7
Sponsor Brian Strand
HONORABLE MENTION
Our two party system isn’t working
Plastic figures, disaster lurking
Conservative or liberal isn’t the call
It’s the ultra rich against us all
For the people is what it’s not
All candidates have already been bought
Platforms built on promises and lies
Hear the people, ignore their cries
Wave that flag as if you’re proud
Then bow and worship the corporate crowd
You no longer serve, you’re out of place
You are an elitist group, a public disgrace
You’ve subsidized the rich with your insanity
Then crippled the growth of humanity
You’ve killed our children in endless war
The media smiles and keeps the score
We sing of amber waves of grain
You’d sell it all for personal gain
You left our budget in disarray
You’ll tax our grandchildren for it someday
No water boarding terrorists you warn
Then murder a child who is still unborn
You have no ethics, you have no shame
You have no morals, you accept no blame
Washington is a place I’m told
Where politicians are bought and sold
Where dreams and ideals are destroyed
A city where honesty is null and void
A place where hope has been dethroned
You won’t get nominated unless you’re owned
A place where once” In God we trust”
Now we look in sheer disgust
Country burning from your sparks
You replaced Uncle Sam with Karl Marx
Our nominees we cannot select
The media decides who we elect.
Politicians with great orations
Puppets to the corporations.
Many people are sprucing up the Quaker City.
Everything must appear clean and pretty.
They anticipate the last weekend in September.
That will be one all of Philadelphia will remember.
Countless visitors will be Philly bound.
Not one vacant hotel room in the city will be found.
There may be some difficulty for commuters to get around.
The Southeastern Pennsylvania Transit Authority
will be selling train passes to a select few by lottery.
Restaurants and stores are expecting a boom in business.
What do you think will be the cause of all of this?
Philadelphia will be visited by Pope Francis.
Whispers
How can I ever forget the evening we first met
Under the twilight of placid sun about to set
When your sweet whispers ably set me afire
As I embraced in earnest your loving desire.
You held me close intently as if for ever
In language of sweet love eminently clever
Inviting the peeking moon to join our affair
As a distant star blushingly glared with flair.
Lyrics of our romance resonated in my ear
As rhythm of our hearts echoed with cheer
Revealing tenderly a tale of heavenly bliss
Singing sweet nothings with a passionate kiss.
Your urges grew steadily more meaningful
Each time your verses called me beautiful
Intimating fondly that I occupied your mind
Towering to heights only true love can find.
We told each other wishes always come true
For love we own is granted to a select few,
As happiness willingly resides in our hearts
Bonded with admiration that never departs.
As your eager vibes pronounce our love anew
Every word of passion draws me closer to you
Conveying me to fervent places I never knew
Craving for your touch as our feelings renew.
Discourse of love resonates with adoring smile
As we revel in romantic talk avidly fragile
And echo of our minds reverberates with a sigh
Enamored in angelic love that will never die.
November 17, 2017
Whisper Sweet Nothings
Sponsor: Julie Leigh Rodeheaver
First Place