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This morning, I opened a drawer to my yesterdays
of crumpled poems half written, but thought I'd tossed
Here I am, reading them, through a tearful haze,
and remembering nights I wept for love I had lost
I flattened the pages, one by one with fingers shaking
A sonnet pledging love was abandoned, unfinished
My breathing was shallow; doleful heart was quaking
It's passionate memories were not quite diminished
On this note, the ink was much too blurred to read
where tear stains had fallen when I tried to explain
the despair that caused my fragile emotions to bleed
and pain in verses that I'd written in aching refrain
My wrinkled sheafs were an army of aborted thoughts
Awaiting me to deploy them; their orders still pending
Pens are mighty, but they cannot heal broken hearts
Some poems are not destined to have a happy ending
"Why not finish them?" asked my consoling muse
That's a burdensome endeavor that I simply cannot do
"Forgive me," I voiced, "but I must respectfully refuse"
Love ended, and there's nothing poetic left to pursue
There's no war to fight, and I moved on from my plight
My wrinkled paper soldiers would not go in the trash
I placed them on a funeral pyre. A match, I did light
and watched as burning embers turned them to ash
June 27, 2022
2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 5 Contest
Sponsored by Mark Toney
SEASONAL COLOR: Silent Mums
O saffron sun of summer, come melt my anxiety,
sneak the sparkle back into my hazel eyes.
Slowly, sans sandals, I breathe essential lavender.
My soul bathes in its field. My nose sends signals
to my brain, calming sensations, a cerulean breeze.
Outside its perimeter, i gratefully slide onto the grass
and peel a sweet, juicy tangerine, feeling its rind
slide from the fresh fruit. After refreshing my palate,
I rise and stroll past aromatic lemon plants. A double-dose
of vitamin c. I remain stress-free in my coral cotton dress.
I cut a dozen chartreuse chrysanthemums to place
in a tall blue vase. A lilac fence painted recently,
by my shaking hand, welcomes me home. My love,
back from war, offers me a juicy watermelon slice.
We smile, across the table, the mums silent, and
raise our champagne glasses, praying for peace.
8/3/2017
Contest: Seasonal Color
Words list: Cerulean, chartreuse, coral, lavender, lemon,
lilac, saffron, tangerine,watermelon, summer
Suddenly, I find myself in a strange surrounding.
What I’m seeing defies an accurate describing.
I see faces of my relatives I used to know.
However, they have all passed on many years ago.
Some of them I know only from pictures I have seen.
I know this isn’t possible; it’s such a strange scene.
They’re seated at a table saying “Hello” to me.
Why am I here? I know this can’t be reality!
Is Rod Serling somewhere near in this vicinity?
My great-grandfather sits at the head of the table.
Asking me, “Are you hearing me son; are you able?
I’m pleased to let you know you will be joining us soon.
We will be calling for you soon after the full moon.
Don’t worry son, I understand that you have some fear.
We all love you, and we know that you will like it here.
Make the most of your time while you are still on the earth.
You have possessed the potential ever since your birth.
Love your family, and attend to their every need.
They will return their love, and this advice you will heed”.
You will return to earth and do this. Have we agreed?”
This was just too much for me as I fell out of bed.
I wound up on the floor, and got up shaking my head.
I thought, “That certainly showed to be an oddity!
I’m not sure if that was a dream or reality!”
Robert Pettit
(TEARS UNTOLD - By Gabrielle Malak)
Nails painted blue, hiding her eyes
Lost in her tears, softly she cries
The reason for her tears untold ~
Maybe something bad did unfold
Is someone close to her dying?
Her hair's a mess, how she's crying!
Hued textures and varied brush strokes
Unfiltered emotion evokes
Her raw anguish and pain is felt
Shoulders shaking, sorrow does melt
shaken
forsaken
art
stilted
jilted
heart
Vulnerable virgules, soul bleeds
Torn in despair like tumbleweeds
The dappled play of coloured light
Her hopeless status does highlight
Makes one wonder what does she rue?
Hiding her eyes, nails painted blue.
Amber silents, daylight violets, custom stares;
Love comes here; Love is where there is caring faith;
Loves committed grace; A chance we come together;
Writing this love letter, caressing rhymes; For all times;
Shall we write together "letters" and "words";
O love of love lets us write nigh...Come write with me,
calvary, so lets elaborate, Shall we, yes we will collaborate ...
Poet, James Edward Lee Sr.
Oh yes, yes let our love words caress,
let my written love wing its way to you;
will try to keep my sweet talk in repress,
but, the love I feel is hard to subdue !
I feel in my heart a breathless aching,
oh, to be in your arms so safe and wrapped;
hear my words- whisper from a pen shaking,
why, in this amorous love are we trapped ?
Words shudder in promise and surrender,
yes, I am stung with the arrow of love;
with feathery words you write so tender,
and I send mine on the wings of a dove !
To collaborate love- is quite divine;
so, could not resist to let my words twine !
Amber silents, daylight violets, custom stares;
Love comes here;
Love is where there is caring faith;
Loves committed grace;
A chance we come together;
Writing this love letter, caressing rhymes; For all times;
Shall we write together "letters" and "words";
O love of love lets us write nigh...
Come write with me, calvary, so lets elaborate,
Shall we, yes we will collaborate ...
"Come live with me, and be my love,
And we will some new pleasures prove,
Of golden sands, and crystal brooks,
With silken lines, and silver hooks."
(Quote- John Donne, English Poet, 1572-1631)
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August 18, 2019
Poetry/Free Verse/Sonnet/Free Verse/Quote//"A Collaborated Love"
Copyright Protected, ID 19-19-1174-130-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Let Us Collaborate A Love Verse
sponsor, James Edward Lee Sr.
First Place
Why Now?
Why Now?
You came to see me when I’m old; why now?
Why not when I was young and bold? Why now?
I lost my luster, my life, my love.
I’m rusty with age, nothing like gold; why now?
My youth has gone; you’re asking for what?
How many times should I tell you I’m old? Why now?
There was a time that I begged to hold your hands
Now I’m shaking and weak, nothing to hold; why now?
My yesterdays were spring, summer, and fall.
Today, my cold winter remains untold; why now?
You assume that I am what I was that day.
I’m telling let it go, none to be told, why now?
You want to buy my love as it’s worth that day,
Trust me; it’s gone, worthless to be sold; why now?
Do you remember “Haloo,” what it was? And now,
If you open your eyes, our minds unfold; why now?
12/28/2015 Haloo
Inspired by Shahriyar
Why don’t you tell the people the truth about the problems of their youth? Why don’t you tell the people the truth of how the system has changed, and their life will never be the same. You have created a system that have left many people confused and has the universe moving to different rhythm; the sun has come and gone and left me sitting forlorn on the wide space on the empty lawn with a long distance between us and a long stretch of road in front of us. I am getting ready for another journey to unravel he truth and expose the secret of the untouchable fruit in the garden of Eden. I have no appointment, contract or assignment; but I am getting ready for a long journey. I need a brand new pair of shoes and a book to read to perk up my zeal. Keep dreaming when your passion is burning, keep dreaming when your body is shaking, and keep dreaming when your spirit is railing. I have no money food or script, but I have all the energy to take on this trip, the wind is blowing in front of me and I let it take me, wherever I want to be. I will keep dreaming when the dreams have died, I will keep dreaming when my heart is beating and when the moon is gliding in the skies, I will dream and hold on to the gravity in the air and share the stories of the sorrows that we bear. The life is like a soldier armed for battle and the commander giving orders for the troops to march straight through the tunnel, with a giant flag hoisted in the sky and sings song of victorious soldiers returning from battle. I woke up with the tree of life pointed towards the East and destiny saturated in the breeze, no one knows where the sun rises and where it sets but courage will lead me on until I find the best. My heart is singing a happy song with lyrics originated from a distant land, it has words of hope and rhythm of peace and joy that will set your mind at ease, the journey is long but I have just discovered a shorter one. I will keep dreaming until you come so get ready to meet me here before the day is done, I have allot to share.
Shamelessly roaming around,
Making fun of my life all year round
Shamelessly combing my hair,
Making fun of my life’s utter despair
Shelter me, shelter me
Shelter me, shelter me
Shamelessly shelter me now,
Making laughter louder somehow
Shamelessly soaring so high,
Making sense in what I do, I try
Shelter me, shelter me
Shelter me, shelter me
Show me the Way in which I need to go
Shaking off the feelings of unbelief a while ago
I’m still a woeful sinner till this day again,
Wondering where my youthful mind has been
Shelter me, shelter me
Shelter me, shelter me
Just shelter me from harm with your might
Wearing the sweater in this weather at night
I’m still a sinner in heart...broken apart...
Pondering what my mind can share from the start
Shelter me, shelter me
Shelter me, shelter me
Shelter me, shelter me
Shelter me, shelter me
Don't give up
on precise strategic resilience
and passionate communitarians
winning here and winning now,
now already won here
with and for those with 20/20 sight
hearing
thought with feeling,
Do give up blaming
only your own internal addicted climate
without also shaming your medicine-pushing society
of left-hemisphere verbal violent domination.
Do give up blaming just your ego
for self-medicating.
Medications, intended for ego- and eco-healing,
can become addictions,
sources of longer-term ego v eco-pathology.
Do give up substances
originally nurturing medication
and now become toxic starving addiction.
Do take up
addiction to water
and organic tea
sipped from ceramic mugs
and cups
and delicate shells
of creatures addicted to saltwater.
Do become addicted
to vigorously cleaning up
shaking out
cleverly planting resonance
carefully harvesting resilience
nurturing
giving and receiving health care
for and from
your eco-politically connected environment
habitat
Earth.
Don't give up
worshiping Earth.
I've never heard of pathological side-effects.
hello,
i am ready to be seen now
the bush shield is scabbing over
hello,
i am ready to explore now
the implantation fever is breaking
hello,
i am ready for all roads now
the butterflies with upset stomachs are now fully coated
hello,
i am ready to erase all the question marks now
the punctuation pacification has now been adequately bypassed
i am shaking the hand of all with the welcome mat smile
the tour guides of this new chapter threw away my bookmark collection
a gentle breeze blows as i take full responsibility for the previous abstract art i created
now comprehension is like the calming sound of a flowing water from a spring in the country
i skip rocks like a multiple choice inquiry and eagerly await the destination of the reply vie effervescent experimentation
this circle will not be broken this time....because THIS TIME GOD IS FULLY INVOLVED....