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The rocks tripped me; I trod forward, upward to my lesson.
The wind chooses not to make its presence felt, yet.
The sun bursts gloriously into the flat, baby-blue, sky.
The red brown earth held its moisture greedily.
The effort shows in pulse and perspiration,
a flush blooms on cheeks unused to color.
The house appears abruptly, from a froth of greenery.
The wind keeps its distance, as if sensing
its presence is not desired.
The golden sun valiantly attempts to breach the houses gloom.
The guardians of house, home, and ether, leap forth.
Stone griffins, stern, etched by acid rain, stand.
The earthly hounds dart wraithlike through clusters
of cluttering tomes,and out the door to greet me.I enter.
The plaster shouts syllables, displaying in a military bent.
The house hungers for light, a broom. Her feather-duster fright.
The corner china cabinet displays a human skull.
Into this room she walks, a spirit of air, scared by storm.
God’s sacred light leaps.... only in the instructors eyes;
from her disfigured form, blue orbs, full of mischief and the joy of flight, revel....
teacher, a wounded Aphrodite, smiles.
A song will be sung as war descends
Calling on Gods invisible hand
Enemies horde crushed underfoot
With no knowledge of why they came.
Ships harboured in the bay
Like sleeping sea serpents did they lay
While out in the fields they gathered hay
Never sensing where or what in the future lay.
Horns and shouts destroyed the silence
Swords and spears opened up the hearts
Souls departed and flew away
Never knowing why they died that way.
Golden harvest turned to red
Lika setting sun at end of day
Left to rot alone and discarded
Never made into bread for the departed.
A song was sung as serpents awoke
Slipping away under burning smoke
Back to the depths of what hell they came
Never to return that way again.
© Andrew Provan McIntyre 2015-05-15
Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that. - Martin Luther King, Jr.
Light, racing from the heavens to the earth
Blazing through shadows and resting on dreams,
Painting the dawn in gentle peace…
Light, laughing like the wind in the trees
Promising the soul to always quiet the grief,
Erasing the darkness with sensations of grace…
Light, reflecting the music of joy’s embrace
Singing to the moments who silence the rain,
Kindling a feeling, blazing with melodies of gratitude…
Light, sighing into the mists rising around the peaks,
Kissing each thought with a blend of intimacy and love,
Telling the heart to listen, hear the beautiful glistening…
Light, dancing like the twisting of a storm’s silhouette,
Inviting the soul to hear the meaning of elation,
Trembling with pearls of wisdom, the gentling praise…
Light, rousing the wisps of language and faith,
Reassuring the moments, unburdened by doubts,
Even the hills seem to cry out with a longing for the sparks…
Light, beaming from the clouds with an invitation,
Moments awaiting the crispness of dew flavored dawns,
Stirring the spirit to hear the songs played by the heart…
Light, echoing over the alluring moments, mysteries,
In tones of feathery favors, mercies falling over the night,
Healing the memories of a past filled with fears, tears…
Light, softly playing poetry, flowing through the mind,
Rebuilding the dreams with a sense of love’s bliss,
Secreting the memories in the crisp, clear autumn notes…
Light, quivering, quaking with a need to breathe,
Erasing the darkness with the wonder of a new day,
Smiling through the branches, clinging to the prayers…
Light, a moment when God glances through the fog,
Enthuses the spirit to read the effortless hues, flowing,
Leaving the feelings in tune with adoration from a soul…
Light, listening to the blessings, faithful like yesterday,
Piercing the present with its remembrance – the music,
Liquid sun, slipping past the branches in a creative praise of God!
Would you still love me if I wasn’t a poet?
Sensing my spirit, my rhythms, my rhymes…
Musings revealing me, one breath at a time!
The Integrity travels a quarter million miles,
The farthest point humankind has now reached;
A flight path record in decades will sing,
When it launched at the dusk of April first.
In the night when the countdown hits zero,
At Kennedy Space Center, the rocket fires its intro;
Tearing Orion into the deep dark,
As four souls leave their only known planet.
That moment the engines strum one last time,
The ship slips from Earth's grip and sight;
Watching the sphere shrink in the window frame,
Till it's just a marbled blue note of light.
Sensing the shift of the Moon's pull,
That takes over the rhyme and symphony;
The astronauts look back at their homeland,
Hearing from Earth again is a melody.
On the far side of the Moon,
They are in total radio silence —
Just them and the stars, with the Moon between them
And the pull of a cosmos beyond human sense.
At thirty times the speed of sound, Orion hits the atmosphere,
Orange and white flowers slow the song down;
The crackling, fiery heat plays its chord,
Treble clef curve makes splashdown safe and sound..
The springtime sunrays shined on the wood
From wild flowers drifted the sweet scent
The branch of the rejuvenated trees would
Try to grow high hearing the call the sky sent.
Sensing the scintillating smell the busy bee
Flew enticed from somewhere to the scene
Sucked the flower nectar as swift it could be
Within its hidden ware made honey not seen.
The alluring branch of a tree came in sight
Swaying in slow rhythm with the rising mist
On its caring cradle the bee saw the best site
To build a hive that would later be missed.
As surging storm swept across the sky blue
By the tearing thunder the tree got rapped
The hive full of honey broke as the gale blew
Succulent splinters the sodden soil wrapped.
Rain-rinsed flowers flashed in the morning
Under sunburst sparkling sky in dawn new
Splashed honey sent the bee into mourning
But that was how nectar returned it knew.
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October 8, 2022
Contest : Homophone Rhyme
Sponsored by : Hat Bueckert
Today’s walk started a little earlier than usual
With the welcoming of gorgeous cottony clouds’ dancing splendor
Their shining was charmed by sun’s golden-reddish glitter
Dazzled me showing their astonishing shapes and colors
Saw a big flock of turkeys appreciating silence of the morning hour
Looking for tasty treats while happily chatting among each other
After sensing Reva they responded by clucking bustles
Becoming uncomfortable started running in various directions
A dog was roaming in the back yard of a house right at the turn
Charged toward Reva thankfully through the fence’s bars of iron
Showing her annoyance she challenged him by standing right in the front
Pulling her back was a hefty encounter I had to tackle
Our walk furthered in a calm shush
Observing the transformed colors of some tree leaves’ prominent standards
Shades of green were changing into amazing reddish-pink patterns
Showing a start of upcoming fall’s enchanting flavor
We kept enjoying our walk cherishing every moment
Abruptly Reva got attracted to a familiar smell
She pulled on the leash and went down a slant in bushes
Holding a tennis ball in her mouth came back up happily wiggling her tail
Crashing is no option in this fusion powered craft
Only I survived to scramble up the entry shaft
Man in space means danger but our losses have been tragic
It seems that NASA dumped us when we kinda lost our magic
Now the ozone layer’s fixed, crashing through needs skill
Getting through will prove to be a very bitter pill
But I’m not quite myself it’s grappling with my own free will
A hero with a phaser gun would slide its switch to ‘KILL’
Cranial incubation, I’m sensing that it’s grown
Klingons may be fictional but still we’re not alone
How many hours did we train to action self destruction
On this trip my brain invader stalls my own instruction
Morse code it can’t understand although it’s in my mind
Even if they get this message can it save mankind
17 February 2021
Contest: Coming Back Home
Sponsor: John Hamilton
Abuzz (Aldrin The Afternoon) With Energy
a-gush with vigor
of a balled umpire
after a cold shower,
particularly most enjoyable, when
(during hot weather),
these lovely fleshed
out bones heavily perspire
me no liar,
plus the boost,
I didst acquire
from downing one guarana
to help jumpstart mental empire,
(essentially caffeine
in capsule form)
initially found me
figuratively being catapulted
skyward blasted, as if shot out
like a healthy
arsonist flame of fire
into cerulean heavens, like an
Aerospace rocket ship
this dada packet
thrust above Gaia
moony miles higher,
but after so
many hours overtaken
by invisible drag net,
re: led zeppelin
said charge (akin to quaffing
one cup of coffee) did expire,
a crash test dummy) systems
of a down quite in dire
straits, sans dramatically dropping
altitude as kamikaze hire,
thus needed to recharge,
without a nanosecond to wait
this foo fighting
beastie boy (George), hence
upon padded foldout chair
comfortable seated poise,
aye didst create,
and commenced meditation
(a transcendent closed eye practice),
sensing the oblate
spheroid (planet earth) traveling
thru deep purple space
NON GMO flute'n gree
holistic practice helpful to abate
anxiety and/or panic,
I resumed of late
which light trance like state
brought me a measure, where
inner peace didst inflate
of blissful fate
essentially homeopathic ploys
to quiet mind chatter
within my pate
accessed to help me feel
(like Tony the Tiger) GRrreat,
thence returning to man my station
i.e. sitting facing Macbook
Pro external (Lenovo)
and dash (imaginatively) riding in a
one horse open sleigh.
If I ruled the world Love would abide
I’d sing to the wind as it would strive
To breathe kindness into the hearts
Inspiring hope and faith in the arts
If I ruled the world God would inspire
Joy that even the seasons would admire
Sensing dreams that come alive within
Beautiful miracles would survive therein
If I ruled the world Hearts would delight
Peace and creativity would bring insight
Into the one who reaches toward goals
Inspiring passionate ideas inside of souls
If I ruled the world there would be silence
Which would bring about Love in balance
If I ruled the world poetry contest
Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke
August 10, 2020
There just ahead she stood in line with just two customers to go
I already knew what I wanted on mine, lite on the onions though
And now it was the Sister's turn as my own mouth began to water
Oh but the lesson we would all learn as I went to place my own order
With her order in her hand she walked over towards the back wall
Confused, we didn't understand but it sure caught the attention of all
There was this man on the ground... I really didn't even notice before
Oh I do always see them around, but usually I just simply try to ignore
But the kindness she showed in how she knelt down to him so meek
In this certainly not being owed such volume did Sisters actions speak
Now all eyes were upon her, people now feeling what they had sought
Yes there We all were, but why did so many of us need to be taught
In seeing perhaps our sad sorrow or sensing that we too wanted to try
She murmured something about tomorrow, that she can't make it by
That man ate well that next day as some of the same people were there
In going about her daily way Sister was in turn just teaching us to care