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(His Version of The Face of Depression)
A smile, what is that? I haven’t seen one in so long, at least not when I look in the mirror that man’s expression is set in stone
Eyes, are they supposed to sparkle and shine? Because all I can see is death and despair when I look into mine
Personality what is that? Definitely not something I own; I have nothing to offer to anyone that’s why I am better off alone
Hands that aren’t cold to the touch, does such a thing exist? A heart that isn’t dark and dead inside, I’ve never heard of this
A broken heart that bleeds but is sheltered behind a wall, I would know nothing of such you first must have one at all
Dressing to appease someone else’s eye, or to make yourself feel something? Yeah, I’m not that guy
Putting one foot in front of the other, what does that even mean? I don’t walk, I stomp wherever I go if you know what I mean
Living in the darkness because you know nothing of light, never giving anything to anyone because by doing so would be right
Coming home and not having to remove a mask that you wore throughout the day, because your face says it all I have no emotions to convey
Breathing in and out and screaming just to hear any other sound, but the silence that you live in, and then feeling even more without than you already were to begin
Lying on my bed but no daydreaming for me, my past is my past, my future doesn’t yet exist, and my present only revolves around me
Playing conversations of yesterday on repeat in my head, just so that I can revel in the pain that I once caused wishing for it to now puncture me instead
Envisioning that I am the one being caused pain, that I’m the one being made to cry, it’s almost funny to imagine that because I am dead inside
Missing you so much that it hurts? If only I knew how, I have no remorse for anyone or anything, don’t even bother asking me how
Feeling guilty? What is that? Feeling ashamed? Oh, those are what people call emotions, I didn’t know they had a name
Looking at my reflection and seeing nothing staring back at me, only the look of a broken, dead man who calls himself apathy.
Haibun
Inky dark night. Jewels in the heavens sparkle like diamonds in a necklace. The Seven Sisters wink seductively while trying to sit in Cassiopeia’s Chair. Orion chases Ursa Major and her cub when he stops to slake his thirst from the Big Dipper. Great Leo butts’ heads with mighty Aries. Sirius, the Dog Star, is the glowing eye of Canis Major as she helps Orion track Ursa. Faint Polaris guides mariners to home port from the tail of The Little Dipper.
new moon
a black palette rules the sky
stars come out to play
The distant galaxies show off their faint light as clustered pinpoints as if the black curtain were pricked multiple times by a needle. Sagittarius points the way to the center of the Milky Way. Nurseries of star forming clusters birth new babies to populate the sky as old ones blow up and die. In the middle lie the monstrous supermassive black holes which suck all light in to their mighty maws bending time and gravity to their will.
are they our ancient home
signals from a distant past
will we return to them
Always inside living thoughts
Once held a vision adoring thee
Beholding beams though these eyes
Star spangled one look totally breathless
This heart's calling your name precious
Together uniting strengths join within power
Making hopes and dreams come alive
Saying onto myself breathtakingly gorgeous
Adding this truly wonderful music
Into the soul princess cut deeply singing tunes develop
In every echo out of this world
I wish to retake the perfect soft breath held
Melting golden feelings burning gasps warmly sigh
Why do I love you so
Wearing the glass slippers
Fragile as a newborn butterfly taking flight
In all the flowers freshly plucked
Standing out most beautiful
A diamond rose stunning dewdrops sparkle
Touching, kissing, loving you forever more
Holding someone special always showing them
how deeply appreciated they are
Fireworks display our passion to share
in a world filled promise
Conveying the love inside each tiny seed
picking you one precious gem
Your words are sparkling wine
your presence divine
Your beauty makes me comfortable dizzy
Intoxicating drunken in anything you wish
becomes the soul command
In the distance ~ the dying sun forever sleeps with you one dream obeys
A Collaborated Poem 07.11.2015
Anne-Lise Andresen, and Liam Mc Daid
The beauty of blossoming flower,
exudes from the charismatic core
of the unfurling buds
with the fervent fragrance
of rippling shower of the spring colors,
trails the trellised wings of beguiled butterflies.
Under the enlightening sparkle of cerulean skies,
I get rid of my antiquated affectation,
reinvent with regained realization,
the sensuous notion so intensely perceptive,
of the time transcending enticing charm
of you, women.
Nothing lies between entrancing Eve and you,
when you’re in the enchanted view,
my enthralled vision is suffused
with resplendent rainbow’s engrossing hues,
shimmering on the rain-rinsed face,
enthused by the lure of silver-lined cloud,
making tantalizing shifting shapes,
fill my mind with endearing perception.
As my amorous feelings lift the reticence wrap,
I envision the everlasting elegant image
of you, women.
The attraction of marvelous living sculpture,
created by the supreme designer,
illumines the glimmer of love with luring rapture,
twinkle like the crystal stars of cosmic dream.
As fervent sequins swathe my yearning heart,
the pulsation of captivating cadence I feel,
and perceive the aura of excellence
in the magnificent masterpiece of articulated art,
the morphed metaphor for eternal enticement ,
defining the design of grand grandeur
of you, women.
We are here living life in this moment of time,
a moment ago is part of the past:
time to wash away layers of dusty old grime,
don't let life harden you like a cast;
don't be trapped and lost in life's unknown places vast.
Gather all your courage and strength- then, take a breath,
face each day of life with your soul and heart:
let your essence flow until your last gasp and death,
sparkle like a star until you depart;
be your own journey and make your own map and chart.
Somedays, I want things- desire them NOW, like a need,
perhaps, it is that pretty dress in the store, I saw:
I debate with my chatterbox inner voice and even plead,
then, I wish for another thing with awe;
coming and going. Are these needs just a humanity flaw?
Oh, life is a Gordian knot of problems unforeseen,
become a swan floating- that is the key:
that knot will untangle for a life of love serene,
and you will become all that you can be:
each day drifting in a vast clear aqua blue sea.
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March 19, 2023
Poetry/Quintain(English)/Now That We Are Here
Copyright Protected, ID 03-1532-571-19
All Rights Reserved, 2023, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Now That We Are Here
sponsor, Unseeking Seeker, Judged 03/28/2023
First Place
Declared debris? ... O' woe is me!
I am a just a chubby club of three..
Beyond the two, ... before the four
Not the card I hoped to be
If I could choose, I'd be much more!
I’d wear a crown, and be the king
But, what the heck….the deck is stacked!
A crying shame…to have a name
that holds no pride, and sad effect
is that I hold no claim to fame!
Even twos get twice the fame!
Just plain ole’ me..
Not five, not eight, not nine, not ten,
I’m hardly worth a chip to bet
Just a three of clubs…and chubby too
A chubby club! Oh! Woe is me! …
A plain old three of clubs I am
And I get snubbed, at poker games
No one really cares for me
They toss me in among the crowd
Of royalty and joker smiles
Ace defends his rightful place
Dueces often party wild!
I shuffle in, in lower case
Get pushed around the dealer’s place
Those sevens poke their hearts and spades
Into my face! It's a disgrace!
A racist bunch! … Why must it be?
The diamonds sparkle in the light
Those snobby queens don’t flirt with me
The hearts, in fact, get all the love
Old Jack, the leader of the pack
hangs out with only rowdy spades
The odds are stacked against my name
Even when I’m old and gray
I will shuffle in, worn, bent, and frayed,
And while they play their poker game
Some day they’ll use me as a peg
Folded over several ways
To fix that wobbly table leg!
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Submitted for PD's Contest : 101 Old Poems in a Row #7
Oh, woman, your beauty breathes among the stars,
an entire universe in your gaze, a sparkle that opens gates
to unknown heavens, where light finds its eternal dance,
the curve of your lips is the crescent moon watching over the night's silences,
a smile carrying the secrets of time like ancient amulets.
Your voice, a bird's song in its unending flight,
caresses the silence with every note, with every whisper,
a journey through unseen memories and deeply buried desires,
your smile is an island of peace in a sea of unrest,
a lighthouse piercing the fog of life, urging us
to find light even when darkness spreads its wings.
Your body, a poetry of forms, the velvet of your skin
inspires the desire to touch infinity with the fingers of time,
the grace of your movements, a silent dance of gravity,
the kindness flowing from your heart like a river of light,
refreshes the earth thirsty for love, soothes the thirst of eternity.
It's the magic of your presence, that ineffable fragrance of essence,
the aura that envelops you, making us feel as if we've stepped
into a sanctuary of dreams, where time stands still,
and everything becomes possible under the sky with falling stars.
Your beauty captivates our souls, makes our hearts
fall again and again under the spell of love, like a never-ending story
written with star ink on the pages of eternity;
this is your call, to explore, to discover,
to love fearlessly, in the eternal dance of light and shadows,
an unwritten story born from your gaze,
from your touch, from every whisper of the wind
that rustles through the tree branches, hiding the secrets of infinity.
Chorus:
Laura's beautiful eyes
have the color of the evening sea...
when deep is the silence
and loud is our breath:
lady beauty, please ask me to dance,
I'll be your Macbeth!
Verse I
What strikes me about
Laura's beautiful eyes
is their honesty...
nobody charms me more,
this sea reflects her beauty.
Laura's beautiful eyes
have disappeared to become
another memory.
Verse II
Laura, Venus of my sensations,
I'm bound for temptations...
I'll hold you forever
in this warm embrace
and kiss you with my eager lips,
make you taste happiness:
all that time won't erase.
Verse III
Spring is lovely,
larks sing new songs
as we hold hands walking
along a path of roses: everybody
wants to be in love like us;
and this passion burning, burning
inside is alive and it gives us
hope to survive.
Verse IV
Laura beautiful eyes
sparkle more than stars
and that moon in disguise;
she'll come closer,
making the strongest man weak
with lips that offer the sweetness
of a true woman...
oh, isn't she the one
I desperately seek?
Ending:
Who doesn't dream of Laura's
beautiful eyes that tantalize?
Edited on 3/29/2017
Oh
pretty
star, sparkle
cosmic, rose-sequined soul
chirping in grooves stained with limestone
agarbatti paints on scarlet stars, nascent
wrapped in real purple burial steel
dream ceased to revive nerves
where adorned trials
are woven curse
opalescent ice drops
violet heart
beat crown
moon melt in
dawn mist
stars glint
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3rd place contest winner
Written: May 22, 2023
A Brian Strand Premiere No 1219 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
I found you in the moonlight long ago
Blue sapphire eyes that served as Cupid's dart
Intoxicated by your fine Bordeaux
The only sparkle I saw was your heart
I've held you in my arms so many times
Imagining it's where you wished to be
Then colors blend and bleed over my lines
While tenderly you pour your love on me
But then with sunrise I must let you go
I see your beauty in the morning sky
Those perfect nights we've shared you'll never know
The love I steal, the moon's my alibi
Sometimes the moon will blush and try to hide
Your love reflects as stardust on the tides
by Daniel Turner