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Tossed deep in the ocean was your broken heart
Picking up the pieces, refining each part
Of yourself. Thrown, wacked, hurled and caught by the waves
Floating, passing by, not needing to be saved
Your mended heart polished through an ocean grave
Coming from man, perfected only by nature
You are my blessing, with nothing else greater
You thought meeting another was unlikely
And then we met as you surfaced politely
Resemblance of a rare gem shining brightly
Frosty appearance from love's weather before
Your edges smoothened, beautiful to the core
Your exciting presence was clearly defined
Your character beamed with love for me so kind
You are my oceanic gem, hard to find
You're the end product, our love is forever
Imperfectly perfect due to love's weather
Your unique presence in my life became rife.
Thanks my husband for complementing my life
You are my sea glass. I am your gleeful wife
(I was too late for the poetry contest but enjoyed writing this poem)
A lady was kept in a bottle, a glass bottle, for being so beautiful. She was kept for a long time as a prisoner because the witch did it to her.
Anybody at the present time may not believe in witchcraft anymore. Not even in werewolves or transformation of any kind. But who can tell which is which if we only base everything on what human eyes can see?
The witch was jealous of the lady's beauty and so envious of her angelic voice. How the witch was able to lure the beautiful lady is by befriending her, then deceived her that her voice can sound more interesting by inserting a string in her pharynx. The witch insisted that through the throat, the voice box (larynx) can be smoothened to bring out the best in singing. The lady lost her voice and cannot speak to anyone anymore. She was embarrassed and got angry to herself for being fooled. She ran away from home and was so irate for what the witch has done to her. The worst of all, the glass bottle is the place where the beautiful lady ran to -- to escape her sadness and regret. All of these transpired because of the witch's selfishness and unkindness.
The memory of the beautiful lady with an angelic voice is now felt and represented by a pink flower in a glass bottle.
In the quiet twilight of my mind, where shadows dance with whispers,
I am but a river, flowing through the landscapes of existence,
Touching the edges of dreams and the core of forgotten memories,
Moving gently, like a sigh carried by the wind, or fiercely, like a storm unleashed,
For life itself is a current, relentless and untamed,
And I, a traveler in her embrace, cannot halt her course.
I glide past the ancient willows, their branches weeping into my soul,
Their stories intertwining with mine, in a tapestry of sorrow and hope,
I feel the stones beneath my surface, smoothened by time's gentle caress,
Each one a testament to the moments I've embraced, the lessons I've learned,
For in this journey, there is no map, no simple strategy to follow,
Only the essence of being, the purity of existence, the unaltered now.
The moon casts her silver light upon my waters, illuminating the depths within,
Revealing the secrets I carry, the desires I hide, the fears I confront,
And as I flow, I realize, it is not the destination that defines me,
But the journey, the way I touch, the way I move, the way I live,
For I am a river, ever-changing, ever-evolving, ever-alive,
A witness to the beauty, the pain, the wonder of this ephemeral life.
So I surrender to the current, to the dance of time and space,
Embracing the unknown, the uncertainties, the mysteries,
For in this flow, I find my truth, my purpose, my being,
A river in a world of rivers, a soul in a sea of souls,
Flowing, touching, living, in the eternal now.
in a matter of unsurpassable projection she pulled the trigger
did not have a license to kill with her words but exclaimed
‘everything is wrong and it is entirely and exclusively your fault’
not quite so eloquently but she hit home whose home and why
no matter what the intent had been causes have consequences
‘I am not going to tell you where the faults lie find out yourself’
he should have packed his bags or hers right at that moment
but there were kids to consider and he took the wicked assault
to heart wrecked his mind and soul reasoned and felt empty
questioned quite perplexed why she had never voiced her concern
‘you would have and never will change just like your late father’
and that hurt like a missile propelled at defenceless innocence
he tried to comprehend and negotiate a path to mutual resolution
failed miserably got depressed and dug himself into a prison
with self imposed wardens of melancholy and moribund sadness
the years have passed and she now sits alone in her ivory tower
whereas he ventured on the hard journey of soothing his wounds
new wife new occupation happiness and he lived around the globe
one constant is that she could not turn the children against him
they remembered the hands on father whom they did not reject
today a poet he weaves verses meaning streams consciousness
learnt a few lessons smoothened a few edges of error and terror
did not think much about her attack for change needs forgetting
and that while she kept the money he had been set entirely free
she was right because she prevented him from changing with her
08th Augus 2020
THE BRIDE TO FUTURE GROOM
Welcome to my life! Most intimate!
Schoolmate turning soulmate.
To start best chapter on unison,
Delighted with love and devotion.
Each dawn to be brightened by your light
Sweet dream of love on every night.
My joy to be flooded with your charms.
My grief to be smoothened in your arms
Wedlock ascertain great commitment.
On joint journey, never to repent.
Whatever comes in conjugal life,
We are together in every strife.
Praying for healthy active life, overcoming strain,
Enjoying children, Grandchildren, Great Grandchildren
09/19/17
The Bride To Future Groom Contest by Shadow Hamilton
Fourth Place
Rama pleaded with the sea to give a way,
Adamant he too hard was when to melt,
Wiser was made, reason failing to pay,
Ere long a challenging duel was when dealt.
They began thence building a bridge on sea
To deal with demons, impervious to plea,
Apes lumbered when with huge rocks, a squirrel
Too tiny though, played a role— if a trickle,
She soon got busy, but boastful the least,
Running errands, ah mighty tasks amidst!
And waited not, figured out what to do—
What noble task, Rama’s spouse to rescue!
Wet, she wallowed in the coastal dry sand,
To sea again, leaping from stone to stone,
Unloading grains returning, more to fend,
She made all else to feel their funny bone.
Far too busy, perhaps way above all,
What with fun, funny bone, work worship was,
Sacred comes every task, naught is too small,
It's value, not volume, to noble cause.
And Rama watchful of it all amidst,
Said, wiping tears of joy welling in eyes,
My tiny soldier, never yet the least,
Happy I sure feel this to realize:
No more I doubt meeting my beloved spouse,
Defeat mighty demons for noble cause,
So saying he lifted the tiny wonder,
Monkey brigade as raised a loudest thunder.
He placed this lifter of spirit in palm,
Soldiers as sang paeans of praise, sweet psalm,
He smoothened her skin, his fingers the furs,
Which, darkish ere, turned to light stripes of hers.
Squirrels come with stripes ever since that olden day—
A tale of fair intent, no grudging tithe in tray!
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Concluded, Part II
Epic | 06.04.13 |
I don't know how it happened
I tried to fight it
It was too powerful to resist
So sudden to even think of it
I felt the force
That was so powerful
My feet dragged
Unintentionally your lips smoothened
So sorry if you feel harassed
It was not on purpose
But I should admit it was so warm
I hope you felt it too
Did you feel the pulse -heartstrings?
Did you look into my eyes -the stories?
Did you feel the warmth -a kindled fire?
You think it's a child play -no frolic game
Step forward and close your eyes
It is a sign of yes
Lean forward I can't let you down
In these arms, can't you feel at home?
Walking Away.
I was just in early teen
Yet to explore unknown zone of youth
ignorant of hard practical truth.
You were mature and keen.
You loved and came with admiration.
I trusted and adored
and at last was ignored.
I was floated in infatuation.
You departed and walked away.
I had to choose my own way.
In core of my heart settled deep wound.
Timely came colorful young phase of mine.
Beautiful life glowed and dazzled to shine.
I met my passion, my scar was smoothened.
Yet I set aback, my destiny blocked my way.
I left my prime charm and walked away.
12/14/15
For Contest Walking Away
Sponsor Silent One Third Place
I always did fantasize about our diverse earth;
Its freezing stones in the fridges of the Arctic and Antarctic landscapes.
The idyllic playgrounds on the quiet sands of the Mediterranean Sea banks,
The amazing sun baked plains of the smoothened Sahara brown,
The tropical Haven of humid air, where the golden sun awakes in a fair and bright morning, and sets at even with its magnificent crimson smile.
What a cozy feeling can its temperate climes bring; with its sheer abundance of Clement weather.
A paradise indeed of ambient mildness.
I long for the warm gardens of Eden’s residues, with their ebullient and lush tropical green.
How pleasant it would be to cascade down the many waterfalls in an imaginary and wonderland fashion.
To go atop the zenith of each mountainous heaven from which pinnacle point you have the panoramic view of your own vanquished plains.
I once disappeared into the wind, in a midsummer night’s dream to see my global fantasies come true.
And like a boisterous eagle,
I glided high to the heavens for this global and utterly delightful bird’s eye view.