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My fingers grasp at the void, empty-handed...
My heart lingers at hollowness, emptied out...
reminiscent when time got wrinkled, worn
when night and day left,
and only nothing remained.
The embers of my burning words
wither into the palest of ashes,
it makes me think of dead skin cells—
they are nothing but dust
sloughed off, then piled up into dusty corners, forgotten.
Minuteness discarded, a lover’s crumbling skeleton.
A noise barrage invades my soul’s silence,
an onslaught of thought and reason—
A wailing, pounding, desert squall that drowns me,
shattering the dam of tranquility.
I plunge back into this abyss of loneliness.
Of course nobody’s there.
They have all been long gone.
And here I am, with only this vast void as my company.
It whispers, it screams
and echoes into my mind,
what they’ve all been saying all along,
that I brought this upon myself.
Maybe I did. Of course I did.
Of course I did. Maybe I did.
Back and forth, back forth it goes...
I seek sanctuary in dreams,
for it is only there that my sea of loneliness
becomes a sea of ecstatic happiness...
I seek sanctuary in dreams,
for it is only there that I am welcome.
Touch me Not! Noli me tangere.
Wake me not...
Silence has blocked your ears.
The shattering of my heart was unperceived,
so I am left alone to take extreme care of these countless shards.
I can’t afford to hurt anymore, as I have done to the others.
With my words. With my long-winding, droning and ever-boring words.
The death-inducing kind of boring.
And only nothing cared to remain.
I am left with no choice but to be one with this nothingness,
flow along its waves, imbibe it and become it. Nix.
Let me evaporate, let me join that cycle of seeming nothingness.
That nothing, that stark quiet before the storm.
Breathe deep into that void.
Inhale nothing.
Hear nothing. See nothing. Say nothing.
Then wait...
Can you feel me now?
As nothing touches you.
*** This was inspired from Catie’s “Nothing Remains”. In choosing this, in no
way am I saying that her poem needs improvement. It is brilliant as it is. I chose this poem of hers because it moved me and spoke to me. Thank you, Catie.
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Each piece of greenery falls to mildew.
On wood, a harsh fungus echoes sinew.
Agony squirmed and sloughed in my body
Then, all tumble, I grieve and feel guilty.
Glare from sunlight is gentler than rougher
Neither full nor snares my kindness, ever.
In this skirmish, there is a yearly brawl.
Yet, Vivid lights will no longer dazzle.
My feet will at last splash out all I've done.
Assume strolling on a once lush and shone.
The thrills strike my spirit and shred the core.
And then sing the fall in calm voice ashore.
You adorn your womb and lure us each year.
Yet, the loathsome frost's weep I overhear.
Written: December 11, 2021
1st place contest winner.
Sonnet's Salutation Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: William Kekaula
"free from conditioned belief
no agenda on our shelf
vibrant as the light of Self
life flows on all by itself”
- Unseeking Seeker
All I wish is to be my genuine self
Free of all agenda, unshackled and free,
And flowing like a winding river
Over shoals, crags and boulders,
Carving its slithering way to the destination,
Until it merges with the mighty ocean.
There’s so much freedom in my roaming.
I don’t have to put on appearances,
Or don a mask, but be original
No agenda to follow, no canons to obey
I can live listening to the gentle dictates of my soul
Guided by the inner light burning in me
Glowing like a lamp in the night
With the oil, poured to feed on.
Retain my natural state without embellishments
Experience the unadulterated joy of being me
Renewing now and then, leaving aside
Old conformities like the sloughed skin of a snake.
I don’t have any deadlines to meet.
Like a square peg in a round hole,
I don’t have to struggle to fit in,
But accepting myself as I am.
I want to travel light, never letting the weight,
Of the world hang heavy on my shoulders.
I don’t desire for any laurels or badges
I don’t wish to fall victim to the numbing
Or dumbing cravings for power, wealth or fame
Never allow any hankering that plagues the soul
And muddle the mind with a desire to see my name
Placed in the list of victors of the world.
All I wish is to build bridges between man and man
Speak the language that connects one to the other
See everything as God’s gift and thank Him for it.
Love, laugh, live and let live, cherishing myself and others!
Fancy Light (COLLAB) Dr Ram
by~ DR RAM:
Once her tumbled hair was bright with flame
That her eyes sapphire with twinkling stars
And her lips were never to be missed to kiss.
She accepted a man who offered her bounty
Knowing there was a beast in him though.
She thought he is a changed man now
And he has sloughed off the skin he wore.
As the time passed when her beauty faded......
by~ POET D:
She became one again, no longer a pair
Two strangers all over again,
Walking a path alone in her hall way.
Pleasure in the dark * alone * tonight!
A beast she became in her own world
Wakening to the morning bells of Spring
Unchained from a bounty without promise
Removing all doubt, the milk on her face begun to gain color.
A Collaboration with *Dr Ram
~MY COLLABORATION CONTEST~
It had been ninety three hankering hours
since we had last spoken.
A little rift had set our bond adrift.
This pacing evening, I heard
a sudden drop in my front door mailbox.
Thinking it was the wind, I didn't respond quickly.
The sound of a shutting car door followed.
It took minutes for curiosity's reach to
cautiously retrieve an unstamped envelope
with only my name inscribed on the front.
With a careful tear of the lick trail and
the crispness of this rare letter unfolding,
my senses delighted in your unique imprint.
I could smell your sloughed skin,
with a whiff of your Old Spice cologne.
I could almost feel
your fingerprint ridges upon the edges.
Your energy weaved
throughout factory bleached fibers,
each intensely pressed midnight line
looping and riding
on a mystery journey waywardly
into my long awaited heart.
Each jagged lift and dip
likened to a pair of doves amidst their mating ritual,
playing a game of tag and chase.
I heard your tenor tone with each soothing syllable.
Your yearning sang a sonnet
of the reasons your heart stirred for me.
Flatteries lifted me on floating wings
and kept me soaring as you recalled
all our pleasant experiences and
apologized for our few misleadings.
You pleaded that we would
withstand misunderstandings
and embrace each other's differences,
connecting our opposing puzzle pieces
to frame a work of art.
I pictured the moment you
passionately placed your pen upon the page.
Perhaps you hovered over every word,
crumbling up rough drafts.
Perhaps your awakened emotions free-handedly led
your whimsical words to perfection.
Your intentions were clear and confident,
certain of what you wanted,
and I was sure,
even before your passionate persuasion,
that I wanted the same.
12-24-19
For a time,
I want to shed my earthly existence
Like the sloughed skin of a snake
To rise high and still higher like a bird
To sail beyond sunset, to fly far, far away
To soar into the seamless skies
To levitate in ether, to feel weightless
To float amid twinkling stars
To collide against constellations
To tour round on a magic carpet
And dive into the oceanic depths of space
There I would build a palace
Amid the clouds to dream in peace
With none to trouble or torment
No laws of gravity should pull me down
Let me rest awhile in that magic kingdom
Not for ever, but for a little while
To look down from that cosmic arena
And pity upon the poor earthlings
Who never realize how insignificant they are
Stuck in a blue luminous speck
Amid the vast enveloping cosmic dark
And keep sucking their habitation dry!
With all ignorance and misconceptions shed
With pearls of new knowledge garnered
With petty strife set aside, in greater humility
Finally to descend down as a better being!
May.31.2022
Poem Of the Day- June .1.2022
~Third Place Winner~
Resubmittecd for Marathon Mile.17. Poetry Contest
Sonsor- Mark Toney
Flight Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Chantelle Anne Cooke
I can't write nuttin' worth a damn on a full stomach!
Hunger pangs fuel mine poetic juices,
yours truly moost best be famished
resembling lovely bag of bones
beyond irreparable damage
wrought courtesy anorexia nervosa
nevertheless literary masterpieces
one written quick succession after another
profusely gushes forth
unstoppable tsunami surges rhythmically
metaphorically allowing,
enabling, and providing
voluminous water logged noggin
able, ready and willing
to burst infinite outpouring
at Möbius strip cerebral seams.
Hyperbole employed
regarding above attestation
regarding conducive bodily
state to whip out
acceptable, passable and
reasonable rhyming creation
to experience and
witness poetic emancipation,
whereby until the end
of time modest glorification
endowed upon me who
imbues vast majority inspiration
of contemporaries, plus unborn peoples...
imagine renowned said
author wannabe just for kicks
(sinks false teeth
into verboten rotten apple -
oohing and aahing yum zuck)
subsequently vicious rumor affecting
millions future generations
debauched learned primates
inescapably slide into behavioral mosh pit
analogous to eventual
senescent cellular detritus
sloughed off vis a vis keratinization
anyway figuratively swinging around
deftly cycling back thru
imaginary infinite jesting loop
unlikely neither chance fame nor fortune
promises me financial materialization,
nope, not even until hell freezes over,
nor when grim reaper feasts upon
*****sapiens obliteration
witnessing every flora and fauna
molecular repurposing quantification
simulates signifying universal recycling
umpteenth big bang occurrence
erasing all cosmic consciousness
nary trace left behind
encompassing collective satisfaction
since genesis wrought life forms
wherein primitive organisms
begot reproduction fast forward bajillion years
madding crowd punctuated
planet Earth avast urbanization
essentially branding oblate spheroid
viz totally tubular vinyl city westernization.
(not to take too seriously; I think I am immune
to my "enemies" by now!)
How near to us are foes we can’t resist
when cells, like terrorists that we can’t see
accumulate! What parasites exist
within our very homes! We can’t be free
of them, and even the perfectionist
can’t rid his castle of the enemy.
They have no need of camouflage. They breed,
for on those cells sloughed off our skin they feed!
Though microscopic, they are numberless.
For those with allergies, the “mighty” mite
can wreak some damage. Nasty, they possess
the air we breathe, the beds we use at night!
And they will never simply evanesce. . .
To kill them off requires a constant fight,
but no one, sadly, perfectly defeats
them, even vacuuming and changing sheets!
Inside the fridge, on counters, in the sink
lurk others. Do not be too much at ease.
The very sponge you’re using, which you think
is helping, could be spreading a disease!
Who knows what swarms in water that we drink,
on spinach leaves or just a piece of cheese?
How fleet is time; how bleak to have to spend
it on a war we know will never end!
In my sleep I had a strange dream
Around my shoulders two wings sprouted
They whispered to me in gentle tones
“Now that you have wings,
Don’t you wish to shed your earthly existence
Like the sloughed skin of a snake
To rise high and higher
To sail beyond sunset, to fly far, far away
To soar into the seamless skies
To levitate in ether, to feel weightless
To float amid twinkling stars
To collide against constellations
To tour round as on a magic carpet
And dive into the oceanic depths of space
If you wish so, soar like a bird....
Now that you have wings,
Nothing will impede you on your way
You can ascend higher and still higher
Dancing like the flame of candle light
No shutters, no pad lock, no keys
You can mutate and shape- shift and be a falcon
There amid the galaxies, you can build a palace
Floating on clouds, you can dream in peace
With none to intrude or interrupt your calm
No laws of gravity shall pull you down
You may stay awhile in that magic kingdom
And experience how blissful it is to have a pair of wings”
I heard the wings giving a final warning
“Now that you have wings,
Spread them wide and own the sky
If you keep them folded, you’ll stay where you are
Never shall you rise even an inch higher”
~Placed First~
For Strand's (1073) Poetry Contest
12. Jan. 2022
Whispering Wings Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Chantelle Anne Cooke
Nautdah
Nautdah, they called you,
In your real life they named you,
When you knew yourself,
When you lived out on the unforgiving plains.
As Nautdah, Comanche captive,
You Became Comanche;
Leaving behind the girl
Who was Cynthia Parker
Sloughed off like an ill-fitted skin.
You gave birth
To their greatest leader, Quanah
In a field of wildflowers on the Texas plain;
Forsook your language and embraced
That century of blood and pain
For the sake of a people who's way was dying
Even as you butchered bison on the endless sea of grass.
They recaptured you and made you a monument to what their wildness
Had made of you:
A woman of the Elements, a woman who would not be cowed
By the conventions of her time;
A woman who would never cease
Trying to return to the people to whom she really belonged,
To the people who belonged to the Sky, the Earth, the Wild Horses.
Before Quanah died, having lived with his feet in both Worlds,
He arranged to have your bones interred near his,
Where the two of you could lie together
To dream of wildflowers, and Freedom.