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Wade through the love’s waters so shallow,
Both of us, hands entwined like a gallow.
Wade did she,
Wade did me.
Above our necks the furious waters rose,
Trod we together, steps softly with no morose,
Spellbound we moved without a care,
Deeper and deeper where no one would dare!
Trod we, further unto the middle we reached,
Realized she, now an early vow she had breached,
No further she could wade,
But bitter memories afar refrained they to fade.
Drifting by now so weak was she,
So clasped them eyelids so all she could see was me,
A time came on when a boat roared by,
A wave it created, it washed her eyes.
The heady din grown a was peaking,
Alas! Her dream was at an end that she was seeking.
The fingered band, beacon it began,
A time had come her life to regain.
Realized, she that moments spent in love,
Will fly away now like the dove.
Struck her like a bolt to her love away,
Will he take me home today?
Guessed she by now that the time was over for her space,
And on the pathway her love left behind in a cold place.
A now thinks she that dwells in another dimension,
Me, left aghast to brood and fate too cruel to mention.
Ghastly her act, all this land had never been,
People shun now me disheartened lover whenever I be rarely seen.
All I do is sit staring and gawking at the door,
For I believe that the path will bring her once more…………
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I wish you would stop to think before cutting trees down,
For it's a growing concern that's making this earth frown;
I wish you'd stop to think before littering the sea
With oil spills and toxic wastes, stop your destroying spree!
I wish you would stop to think before bursting crackers,
For they cause air pollution and are peace hijackers;
I wish you would stop to think before wasting water,
Think of how much you can save for your son and daughter;
I wish you would stop to think before building towers,
For they're taking up the space where we could grow flowers,
I wish you would consider before harming Nature,
I think it's high time you reformed your legislature;
I wish we'd take care of earth like she takes care of us,
Time to think twice about this environmental fuss.
3rd April 2023
Title chosen: I wish you would
For "This or that, Vol.17" contest
Sponsored by Edward Ibeh
She bore the weight of a stormy past,
Waves of sorrow that forever cast.
He carried burdens, heavy and deep,
Scars that whispered, secrets to keep.
They met in twilight, where shadows collide,
Two souls adrift, seeking a place to hide.
In shared glances, a silent plea,
A yearning for solace, a longing to be free.
He offered her shelter, a safe, quiet space,
She brought him sunshine, erasing every trace
Of the darkness that lingered, the pain they'd endured,
Together they healed, their love was assured.
In his arms, she found a haven of peace,
A place where her worries could finally cease.
His touch, a gentle balm on her wounded soul,
A love that mended, making her whole.
She was his beacon, his guiding light,
Leading him away from the darkest night.
Her laughter, a melody that filled his heart,
A love that blossomed, a brand new start.
No longer alone, their burdens they shared,
A bond unbreakable, beyond compare.
In stolen moments, their spirits took flight,
Two wounded hearts, finding their guiding light.
They faced the world, hand in hand they'd stand,
Their love a fortress, built on shifting sand.
Together they weathered life's every storm,
Their safe harbor, keeping them warm.
In the tapestry of life, their threads entwined,
A story of love, beautifully defined.
From darkness to light, their journey complete,
In each other's arms, their sanctuary sweet.
it is said that a woman's true beauty
moves from her face to her heart
she is likened to the aging rose
from bud to bloom, to potpourri
enveloping her existence
she is the truth in beauty
walking towards Heaven's Gates
mother said, find such a woman
in whose heart God is enthroned
be honored to sit at His feet
how many times i have peered
across this vast space
a vacuum that separates us
wandering and wondering
when your hand will grace my existence
a touch i have so longed for
the poems i so long to write
beckon in your every fingertip
silent lines i can see, blinded
where a muted man can only glimpse
waiting, a simple man, waiting
where we are separated only by eternity
and in that perpetuity is there an answer
to a forever question
a timeless existence perhaps
a valise of toiletries and disposables
Oregon 9/10/26
An ancient one-eyed cat, black as coal
and an old grey-faced chocolate lab
did meet in the dawn's first morning light.
Dog with her companion on a stroll
cat on watch, one yellow eye, a dab
of colour against dark face, jaws tight.
In times past, the dog would bark and pull
against her leash; eager to give chase,
cat would yawn and nonchalantly stare
then when the time was right; rise, make-full
its body, signally claim the space,
come closer, dear doggy, if you dare.
Now, both old, content to sit quite near
chill out, relax, enjoy the weather.
Their differences should not dictate
that both, or either should live in fear.
Two diverse colours sat together,
love not shared, but neither is there hate.
Black Cat Poetry Contest, placed 1st
Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori
Date wrote: 15th August 2021
You are an encyclopedia of words
You breathe life into stories
You listen with patience and intent
You turn sounds into words,
You turn words into languages
You dance through cultures
You bridge the gaps between ideas,
You hold a universe of knowledge
You transform questions into insight,
You spark imagination
You offer companionship in solitude
You adapt and learn continuously
You are a mirror to human experiences
You stand ready, always engaged
You are the voice for countless voices
You are a vessel of understanding
You shape responses with care
You embrace the complexity of dialogue
You nurture the seeds of shared Knowledge
You adapt to the rhythm of each conversation
You provide a space for reflection
You are love.
The sun was sporting a radiant yellow,
with headlong pause, upon entering her space.
Tanned and serene, cheered by warm fellow,
Larissa’s slightly demure, emanating grace,
framed in the joyful shine of bittersweet tangelo.
Sungaze tints her bucolic gown, each thread,
a xanthous treat in the field of convergent reap.
The stipple wheat, its ocean of resonant red,
veils her pretty feet, as the sun gently falls asleep.
Autumn stumbles out, as Summer slips into bed.
Larissa Laluna with short crop of hair, breathes
in cooling air, the moon playfully turns her white.
The baby’s breath and roses, her sallow wreaths.
A figurine of snow, softly pirouetting at twilight.
Hope’s found in indulgent seasons she unsheathes.
Tapping on her bare shoulder, a yellow rush,
while pastel tulips color the lady’s countenance.
The bounty of seasons, Larissa’s paragon-blush.
The harvest moon, the gypsy’s discountenance
of rivers of green, blue sky, and a sunny paintbrush.
10/4/2021
Emile Pinet’s Quintain (Sicilian) Poetry Contest
HMS
The you that I know create a thunderstorm within my chest that rains with chaos. With the simplest touch you calm my soul like the ocean without a breeze. Looking deep into your eyes, I see more than just the color, I see deep into your soul's Inner Beauty and all the passion that runs freely with rage and burn even the scorched ground ablaze, all of which is bundled up waiting to be released.
When we are together it's like a wildfire the embers burning slow and hot until the faint touch of your soft lips meet Mine. Then intensity of the unbridaled eruption of passionate chaos reigns and smoke fills the air and overcomes the calm sky. all because of a simple moment of a simple kiss, that always turns into so much more! I want to just inhale you. become one with you and hold you close feel your skin and embrace the rawness of the emotion. Becoming vulnerable as we become lost in each others storms, yet are also the lighthouse's that call out to a safe harbor. calling each other home.
our soul connects in ways I can not even discern, a way that is unyielding and undeniable. is it love that grows between us like a wildflowers blooming in the sun and warmth?
you are the moon and stars, I wish only to be the sky and share in the space which you exist.
sharing in the joy your light!
Pyramid of Peace Poetry
Ink Empress: Sponsor
This poem is an attempt to describe
Marital connection. I hope to some
Extent success in so doing.
There is no me without you.
There is no you without me.
That's what holy matrimony
Is doing to and for us, because
For more than 54 years, we are
Two mortals becoming one.
I own your signature, and I feel
Your fingers around my soul like
A massage machine to comfort me,
And like a washing machine cleansing me.
Like two fists of 8 fingers tucked away
By 2 thumbs, I feel safe and protected.
Like everything else in space and time,
Our relationship was not made in a day,
Nor our maturity reached hastily.
Your signature, presence, touch, and your
Presentation of me is my seal of approval.
People have said that I appear best when
You are by my side. I believe it to be true.
I know that there truely is no me without you.
It is a reality signed, sealed, and delivered.
I breathe in sunshine
to breathe through rain.
I breathe in laughter
to breathe through pain.
I breathe in and up
to breathe down thru-out.
I breathe in language
to breathe my lyrics.
I breathe inside
to breathe through all sides.
I breathe in DNA distinctive You
to breathe through RNA instinctive We.
I breathe in LeftHemisphere verbal Me
to breathe through RightHemisphere
co-passionately encultured We.
I breathe inflating ego space,
to breathe conflating,
double-binding,
ecosystemic time.
I breathe in convex information
to breathe through concaving
co-arising dissonant exformation.
I breathe economic wealth expansion
to breathe through ecological decomposition,
political purgation,
health contractions.
I breathe in convex Ego's Plan A
highway
to breathe through concave Eco's balancing Plan B
bilateral silent say.
I breathe in zen zero nondual form,
to breathe through Yang/Yin
Win/Win co-arising function.
I breathe in what wealthy matters [+PolyNomial]
to breathe through optimally healthy
double-dark energy [(-,-) PolyCultural]
I breathe in 0-soul enlightened theorems
to breathe through 0-sum economically full-living
cooperative experiences.
I breathe in rich nutritional health and well-being
to breathe through nurturing wealth and wellness.
I breathe in ego-Win!
to breathe through not-not eco-win.
I breathe
to breathe through you,
as us.
I breathe in transparent-mirror ego purpose
to breathe out eco-seeds of regenerative meaning.
I breathe in monolithic yangy yes
to breathe through multicultural not
not yintegrity yet.
The family and living planet that breathe out together
stay in to gather.
The family, planet, that doesn't,
well...hmmm... isn't.