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The White Pumpkin
A farmer tends his field
Vines grow and wrap around each other
Giant white flowers bloom in the heat of summer
Butterflies and bees dance from flower to flower
Spreading the pollen from male to female
Inseminating to create the next generation
Weeks later the children arrive
They laugh and giggle as they run among the orange pumpkins
Each one takes their favorite home for carving or pie
One pumpkin is born small, oddly shaped with a white skin
It sits alone by the wooden fence as the rest are taken
The day before Halloween one child comes for a visit
Out of the dozens of pumpkins still waiting the child chose the small white one
His parents point out all the beauty around him
The child doesn’t change his mind or his heart
He spoke of the one he wanted
“This one is like me,” he said as he lifted it into his wheelchair
That was all that had to be said
The white pumpkin was loved by a little boy
A little boy who knew what it was like to be different
He knew what it was like to be loved
And now, so did that small, oddly shaped pumpkin with a white skin
Emptiness is so great,
a big piece of heart is gone
The anxiety spreads in the body
so incredibly cruel
The child died in the womb before week 24
A birth without hope
born in silence and died in silence
A small white coffin
Goodbye my first child
Grief, fear and hope
The desire to have a child again was strong
But the fear left shade on the joy
The pregnancy was so exhausting
Frightening feelings and lack of control
Nine months can be a long time
A beautiful summer day, the time had come
The new child was born and cried
with powerful lungs
Whether you believe it or not
it was a wonderful music to our ears
02/11/2019
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
Music to my Ears Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Silent One
2nd place in the contest
We look up at the sky at night
There is so much to see
Planets, stars, and meteors
Then, past vision, what can be
The further back the light comes from
See deeper in the past
Worlds like ours have come and gone
Unlikely that they last
Our Earth is just a blink in time
Say just a speck of dust
Revolving with its molten core
We live here on the crust
The comets cruise our system
Held here by our sun
Some orbits go so far in space
We may not see that one
Our planets may be hot or cold
Gas or solid rock
It makes no difference in the end
As in their orbits lock
Mars there for the God of war
Venus there for love
Mercury for heat and speed
They wander up above
They take a spacing from the sun
Mercury, Venus, Earth
Mars, Jupiter and Saturn
All have different orbit girth
Uranus there, and Neptune
And with far too many jeers
Tiny Pluto scorches round
In just two fifty years
The constellations guide us
As we travel in the night
Guided to our destination
As an early caveman might
The supernova of the stars
When their life is done
Collapsing to a small white dwarf
Or huge red giant one
And so when we are dead and gone
Earth swallowed by the sun
Will those that follow wonder
If they follow anyone
Alice is such a beautiful name.
My grandmother wore it for 98 years.
It speaks of soft whispers and shared secrets,
of lessons in life and how to carry oneself.
I learned to sew, to cook, and keep a home.
She gave me my first Bible, leather-bound
with a small white cross carved in the binding.
It had the softest, lightest brown leather cover
laced all around with white leather trim.
A fancy Bible perhaps, at least I thought so.
Inside she inscribed it especially to me.
I treasured it for years.
I have lovingly passed it on.
I miss her sweetness and her quiet ways;
her serene face, bright blue eyes, and
her kind and giving heart.
She never complained or asked for help.
She was strong, independent,
even-tempered, never flustered or shaken.
Our Easter, Christmas, and Thanksgiving meals,
always at her home, were joyous occasions with family,
and often included those who Pastor said had nowhere
else to be – no home, no family.
There was never too little, always enough, and we
made sure God heard our prayers before eating.
I share the name Alice.
I pray I do it justice.
Android In Love
Recellularized Android 887-V landed directly from the void
On unexplored planet 59-G in sector 23 today
Electromagnetic shifting components and arrays deployed as planned
Without delay several probes were cast
Placed on display on the baron world
On the cold blue frozen rocks and oceans
The remote dim sun gave little hope for light
Like a small white dot laying down the last rays of life
Landing gray on the last known place in the galaxy
Android 887-V came back to being
Triggered by a crisp green pulsing electron beam
There to survey everything in sight
To walk the remote world with directives sharp and clear
In proper programmed cyborg style, ordered from beyond
Confidence in what it is designed to do
Methodical recordings, storing’s, gatherings of everything
Then it fell… and all that ended
A sharp object, something jagged, caught its metallic lowest edge
Causing a slip and tumble down the ice cliff
Shattering most of its components in the snow
Its brain switched off and on and sizzled
Right there it fell in love with something
More precisely, it was a blue green crater
Of perfect rim, dimension, size and depth
That caught its eye and observation
It found a proper spot to rest its injured head
Android 887-V came to work and to explore
But found much more
It landed in the crater, in love, a childlike toy
A play thing in the void
Feeling almost like a human being
That found its one and only thing
A true hold on reality
It simply wants to be alone
With his one true love, his crater
Formed, created here by nature
The final thing in the universe and from the void
An android needs, to fill in the holes in life
This hole in planet 59-G sector 23 is here
It is his everything
I want this cold Winter to be over-
longing to hear all the little birds sing;
just love beautiful Spring with skies azure,
I wish to be in forests green ambling;
and dipping my toes in a stream babbling,
and picking the wild flowers unfolding.
Over the meadows wild the north winds fly-
making all the small white daisies tremble,
Summer is knocking- Spring I say goodbye;
I do enjoy hot steamy days blissful,
and bright red roses hanging so graceful;
and butterflies in my garden jungle.
All the trees lay down their emerald gowns-
there is a great whirling of gold and red,
all the Fall leaves are now crinkled browns;
migrating birds fly high with their wings spread,
and rain is falling on my garden dead;
and Winter is coming soon- that I dread.
How pretty the first filigree snowflakes,
soon, I will be making Christmas fruitcakes!
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January 20, 2018
Poetry/Rhyme/Sweet Seasons
Copyright Protected, ID 18-1064-650-01
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Unexpected Cruise
The ship is exactly 40.1 feet long.
Don’t suppose they could go back,
and get a larger craft?
I am seasick.
There is some kind of noise,
back toward the aft…
Should I be more concerned?
I am not overly excited,
yet fear is not off the table.
Loud things land here,
without warning,
and hurricanes come up,
q u I c k l y…
Again, not for the last time.
“Where am I?”
It was a fortune cookie.
It was a small white pill…
No… it was something in my drink?
Perhaps it was both, or all three…
and yet the racket grows in volume,
as something hard strikes the hull.
“I want to go home.” (my head hurts)
A big man screams,
And there is water,
where people should be…
walking.
How did I get here?
A better question,
No, nay a plea on my knees…
Take me home, Lord.
Bleak and dark, no up or down
In your head, round and round
Memories from long ago
That got stuck in and wildly grow
Do you remember when you were three?
You thought your mind was yours and free
Second year in primary school?
What you did was very cool
You thought it was funny to change the song
None of your friends said it was wrong
You thought you were the best bee’s knees
As you hung around behind the trees
Now those memories come back to haunt
They niggle, poke and prod and taunt
You killed an ant at the age of six
Your brain throws that in to the mix
At the age of nine you saw a mouse
You knew it was living in your house
You watched your mum put down a trap
And heard the moment that it went snap!
Puberty came; the thoughts got darker
You wrote ‘whore’ on a friend in permanent marker
She never forgave you and, even now
You’re known to her as the evil cow
Little things like a misunderstanding
Come pelting down like a plane crash landing
You’d forgotten about that little boy
And how you stole his favourite toy
Silly things like a word misheard
Was one, for years, your brain preferred
A small white lie was all it took and
Harm yourself came from your own hand
In to an adult and darker still
Your thinking lost it’s own free will
You mentally beat yourself up at night
Knowing you’ll never win the fight
Fight or flight, stand up or bow down
Which do you choose for what you saw as a frown?
Tone of voice and body language
Can land you in a silent anguish
Asleep in bed and !PING! Awake
Was that really the best step to take?
Coming out and the trials that came
How much hurt is in a name?
A plague of thoughts, all day and night
An end that is never, ever, in sight
A wish to be gone was what you had
And yes it really was that bad
Google? How many pills do I need
For my heart and head to be eternally freed?
Google said go ask the fish
My kids, a lover, a soul mate, wife
Are the only things that saved my life
Form:
The winter storm began with a few scattered flakes,
but soon the snow was falling, swirling and twirling;
white covered the city, streets, paths, forests and lakes,
I loved watching the snowflakes dancing and whirling.
It was wild with trees swaying back and forth in wind,
beauty was happening beyond my windowpane;
oh, I was in a winter magic state of mind,
each perfect small white snowflake like a song refrain.
When the snow ended I beheld a wonderland,
I went outside in the crisp air to breathe the cold;
all around the landscape was majestic and grand,
I returned from my snowy walk with feet ice-cold.
Do you give or do you grab?
Do you listen carefully
or do you gab and gab?.
Giving doesn’t always have to do
with buying gifts. You must listen too.
Giving time to others will help to keep
worries off your mind.
Rotate consciousness into being kind!
Do you truly love? Or is your love a lust?
Do you give yourself completely?
Surrendering is a must.
Do you feel you need control
of those you call your kin?
If righteous indignation is called for,
temper it with patience and compassion.
Let the love of Jesus in.
Do you lie more than you should
beyond the small white lie?.
Is it hard for you to tell the truth?
Lies can lead to bigger lies.
Being forthright leads to being wise.
In telling what you really feel,
you practice removing your disguise.
Nothing is so freeing as being real.
Be aware that even your doing all these things,
there are people still who will not care.
There are folks who sadly have not learned
the value of giving love and truth,
and they have not learned how to be fair.
Do not let them bother you. Simply know
that peace and unity in this world can come
when rotating consciousness you can learn to share.
Nov. 4, 2022
for Unseeking Seeker's Rotate Consciousness Polarity Poetry Contest