Long Spark Poems
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World "leaders" have us beneath their boots.
Using a virus army to control us.
Kotex over our smiles.
Shortening our years.
Segregating us from one another.
A viral K.K.K.
Injecting phantoms into our veins.
Gluing goblins to our brains.
They've chained up the house of God.
Turned us against one another.
Encourage us to fear one another.
Like a new-age Big Brother.
They follow our every move.
Feed our children computer chips.
The damn fools even tried to take
our sweet lord out of the eternal mix.
Mayhem has become their right.
Intolerance is the banner of entitlement.
We've been groped and raped.
If you hadn't noticed, segregation is back in vogue.
These are crow and gasoline times, folks
Waiting for a spark to make love to flint.
Mud people in an endless rinse cycle of stupidity-
The age of Aquarius has buckled under this Landslide of insanity.
In my room where silence rages – up until night
But chaos ignites deep inside of me
Could die in darkness and think there’s no sun
Could bear starvation up until forgiveness is given
I hear nothing but heart sober in grief
Alone in misery where there’s bunch of regrets
Tomorrow comes and I see depression
Like a punishment full of multiple blooded wounds
Zephyr blows sadness with tormenting whisper
Wish I feel numbness start from my head down to foot
I could not see light but I see gradient view
A surreal blur that stressing me over
How long should I find the spark of clemency?
Wish it would not last till end of this month
Tears are still falling up until this lone hour
One thing though still runs in my mind
I could be killed in pain slitting my wrist –see me no more
I see no light, I see no light, I see no light
I have carried this fire within me
for longer than I can remember.
It warmed strangers on cold nights
lit pathways for those who were lost
consumed letters I should not have kept
and showed me my own face
when I had forgotten who I was.
Today I feel it dimming
not with sorrow
but with the quiet
that comes to all things
that have burned faithfully, fully
without reserve.
The fuel that fed it
passion, youth, the fierce belief
that I could change the unchangeable
grows thin now
like oil in a lamp at dawn.
I do not call this defeat.
The fire taught me what it came to teach
that light given freely multiplies
that warmth shared returns as love
that even in burning
even in consuming all we are
we become something the world needs.
Now the flame grows contemplative
no longer leaping toward the stars
but settling into ember, into glow
into that deep red patience
that asks nothing of the wind.
I think of forests that burn
so new trees may rise from ashes
I think of a candle melting to nothing
having lit a hundred others
I think of the sun itself
burning at the center of all things
never once complaining of its slow expenditure.
This is the wisdom of fire
to give until there is no more giving
to illuminate without counting the cost
to transform and be transformed.
And when at last the final spark
releases itself into the air
to trust that what was light
becomes something else
something equally necessary
perhaps memory
perhaps inspiration
for another soul
who will tend their own flame in their own time.
I am not afraid of this ending
The fire has shown me how to burn
and now shows me how to rest
Both are sacred. Both are needed.
Let the ashes cool in their own time
Let them settle soft as prayer
Let them nourish what comes next
For I have been the flame
and the flame has been enough
I have lit my small corner of darkness
and the darkness, in its kindness
has held me gently
while I burned
"50 Words for Poe: The Woods"
Close my eyes
All goes dark
then a small spark
the world opens
LIGHT
My woods
Dusk
Twilight
to
Dawn
to
DARK
to
LIGHT
There you are:
kinda frightened
kinda brave
kinda bring-it-on
kinda like your mumma
kinda f-u buddy
kinda you don't wanna cross this line with me you m'fker
Amongst it, waiting
for me
you-know-who
your .....
well, you can fill the lines in ....
kind of scared
but not;
anticipating.
I knew you’d find me
eventually
G
Silver Lady
sometime down the track ...
(Ladylabyrinth/2019)
gvlm/llb
MAGIK.
Hiroshi Yoshimura - A·I·R
https://youtu.be/ProvVFrF6b8
In every heart, a spark of light does gleam,
A beacon bright, a hope that never fades.
Through darkest nights, we chase our wildest dream,
With courage bold, we venture through the shades.
When mountains rise and paths seem steep and long,
With steadfast will, we climb each daunting peak.
For in our souls, a fire burns fierce and strong,
A voice within that whispers, “Rise and seek.”
Though storms may rage and skies may turn to gray,
Our spirits soar, unyielding to the fray.
With every step, we forge a brighter day,
And find our strength in each new dawn’s array.
So let us strive, with hearts both brave and true,
For greatness lies in all we dare to do.
This is the basement of my life
So cold so dark so intimidating
The world seems blank
As I stare out there searching for some type of reason
This life of mine so wasted by fear intoxicated by its simplicity
I bury it deep.down I enslave this emotion
Chains and locks make the man
Or break him down
There is no room for any light
When a corrosion of this love
Has no spark has no charge no stability
The body all but a shell of itself
Easily broken no protection no safety net
Without any remorse the words run them down
Want them to be in the moment
So shelfish so negative so calculated
I broke them down too
So close to me now so far
When does it all come around
The bridge so run down wish I could repair it all
Sorry cant patch it all fix it to forgettable
When they take so much abuse I can't take it away
Our hurt runs deep My hurt dug the hole
I just hope there is one piece of rope to build that bridge again
And save us all.
O wind, have you been waiting?
O widow, wailed for long?
O wasteland, silver plating?
O will within, burn strong!
Nicker, wicker, ichor.
Fate, Fortune, fancy-free.
Blood of heart, run thee thicker!
Gibbous moon, smile at me!
Golem, shall we pack the bags?
Well, we're wearing rags.
Singularity, smile a-sags?
He who loses, brags.
Yes, and when we older grow:
Carrion feeds the crow?
Lava bursts from, volcano?
Unsteady its flow!
Elder race, did you leave trace?
Basalt towers. Doors.
Panels in the sky, thy face.
Falcon? How she soars.
Weapons wild electrical!
Blast them through the drains!
O causality, thy call!
Wait not for the rains!
Rematch. Planned. Numerous. Strong.
Eyes of glass, thy spark.
O eruptions, last thee long!
Help them fear the dark!
Chaos, steps of pyramid.
Ancient orb thrown down.
Forbidden zone? It got rid!
King without a crown...
We've aligned with our own rhythm..
A frequency pure and true.
Our energy pulses with purpose..
A force that shines right through.
You can sense it in our presence..
A current strong and wide.
It moves through hearts and spirits..
The essence of our vibe.
Like waves upon the ocean..
Or stars that light the sky.
Our energy is endless..
It never fades or dies.
It whispers in the stillness..
It roars when we ignite.
A beacon for the seekers..
A spark of endless light.
Through every breath and moment..
We rise, connect, and ascend.
A rhythm never broken..
A force that has no end.
Written: April 29, 2026, for a contest sponsored by Constance La France
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"Quote: True beauty is a ray that springs from the sacred depths of the soul, and illuminates the body, just as life springs from the kernel of a stone and gives colour and scent to a flower. By Rumi"
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The springtime voice moves daintily in the air,
A silver sigh like dawnlight through the trees,
That wakes earth from winter's silent prayer.
It lures the buds with dazzling, perplexed breeze,
A mystic murmur, attractive as a rhyme,
that wanders down the meadows, talking to the bees.
Each seed now stirs, as though it recalls time—
a sleeping spark beneath the melting loam,
standing like hope in some forgotten clime
The hills grow warm; wandering winds bring home
The flocks of petals, gentle as falling snow,
Their hues light up every meadow and dome.
O Spirit Spring, whose translucent streams glow,
restore the earth—let every heartbeat grow.
The source of pleasure, that life once bring to me is over,
The sacrifices I made, till this day there is no total.
I have tried, time and time to add up what I have lost will take forever,
What I came up with is this, I lost two children and my companion all together.
What I have now is just my life?
Why would I try to spark up enough energy to start a fight?
Fight for my family, that detest me because of their spiteful mother,
What have I done, in the past five years that now you say to me, you have another?
After two children, now that is it,
Just remember one more thing about me, I will never quit.
Catya and Jordan, my two guardian angels that I cannot see,
Never all the way through, my life you will never forgive me.
To my two most precious creators that God started all of us from seeds,
And one day when you read my poetry you will see, why I am The Last of the Dying Breed!