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The moon sliver glittered close to Venus in this magic night,
prison’s the senses by many echoes to outcome right.
The stars that turn to faith in hopeless fold,
all endurance of bliss so bold.
Those glowing particles in this garden alley,
dreams for another promising day towards that valley.
In this steep galactic stream,
so many stairs slope in a tenacious upward beam.
Faint shoots of light by purest fire,
intimacy with the ultimate divine desire.
Touching worlds in their mighty spheres,
promised home for endless years.
To this ocean I spread my wings and fly,
where those island of preserved dreams lie.
Those broad fields of twinkled wishes bounties bring,
and eternal visions dwell.
Souls in more mingled hue,
drenches in thousand sunlight dew.
By the concern of the waxing moon,
sowing seeds of thoughts for imagination bloom.
In deep trust from that living journey of me,
visions towards the spectacle of firmament,
that love’s virtue alone is free.
Angels live in heaven, so I heard my mother say,
in the pristine celestial beauty they all glow divine
as the sparkling stars in the far away milky way,
but I now know they often descend on earth.
If you ask me how I’ve come to know, I would say,
I’ve seen the radiance of my mother’s heart
as bright as the celestial shine of a far away star,
its glow wrapped me like a flower, lest I wither away.
In turbulent times when the family turned driftwood,
she toiled hard to grow our roots in an alien land.
To my deprived uncertain life she gave a gift, a nest,
from where I spread my wings on the sky of the future.
I flew high under the cover of her protective wings,
the wild winds couldn’t blow away the soaring hopes.
In her shadow I live with her undying love, memory brings,
for it’s her hands that sculpted me what I am today.
She has left for her new abode a long time ago,
when in the dismal night I see the north star glisten
to guide me to my final destination, I then know,
she is the star, shining now in heaven with the angels.
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September 17, 2021
Contest : "M" Contest, New Poems Only
Sponsor : Constance La France
Author Dana Redricks
July 18, 2023
In the depths of my being, a struggle stirs, a battle against society's chains,
My sexuality, an enigma to unravel, ongoing to break free from the shadows it restrains.
Whispers of judgment, they gnaw at my core, masking my truth, obscuring my light, but my heart, it rebels against their weight, yearning to bask in the freedom of its own delight.
The war rages on, fierce and unyielding, between societal norms and desires unspoken, to deny my essence, my very existence, is to suffocate the spirit that longs to be awoken.
Yet, deep within me, a glimmer takes hold, a realization of love's boundless domain, my sexuality, a radiant prism of identity, an integral part of me, steadfast and unchained.
For it is not a choice, a twisted game to play, but a sacred thread woven into my soul's song, and in embracing my truth, I gather strength, to defy society's judgments and prove them wrong.
Though the chains of society strive to entwine, my innate essence refuses to be contained, a resilient spirit, unyielding and resilient, a symphony of authenticity, unabashed and unrestrained.
So, I pledge to seek understanding's embrace, to love myself wholly, unapologetically so,
In this journey, I shall find liberation's grace, guided by love's grand plan, I'll let it all flow.
In the depths of my struggle, I cultivate power, finding the courage to spread my wings and soar, walking the path that aligns with my truth, embracing desires that beckon from my core.
No longer shall I fight against the currents of myself, but surrender to the rhythm that beats deep within, for in authenticity, I discover serenity, a celebration of love's spectrum, free from society's sin.
So let judgment crumble beneath my strides, for my sexuality is not a flaw to be abhorred, it weaves a vibrant tapestry within my soul, a masterpiece of love, unbroken and untoward.
I lost you a long time ago,
over the years fervent feeling of gratitude
accumulated layer on layer unexpressed
in the niche of my broken heart.
I write now with earnest words
the narration of my emotion,
hope it’ll reach you where you are.
When we got uprooted from our native place,
an anchoring alcove for the driftwood
you made for me with copious care,
provided a sanguine shelter of security,
so no surging storm of distress I’d face,
and the strewn shards of life
from the desolate debris I could gather.
In the torrent of turmoil
when the family was afloat,
you toiled so hard day and night
to once again grow and spread
our ravaged roots in an alien pasture.
To my deprived uncertain life adrift,
you gave a gift, a secured nest,
from where I could spread my wings
in the seamless sky of future.
In the cover of your caring wings,
I could fly high protected,
the wild winds couldn’t blow away
my soaring aspirations.
In your everlasting shadow
I live enveloped even today
with your undying love,
memory immortalizes.
I still feel the tender touch
of your affectionate hands,
that sculpted me with skill
and made me what I am today.
You used to tell me angels live in heaven,
they glow with celestial pristine beauty
as the sparkling stars
in the faraway milky way,
but I know they often descend on earth,
for I’ve seen the radiant aura of your heart
as appealing as the halo of angel’s face.
You left me for your new abode decades ago,
but when in the dismal ebony night
I walk the last mile,
see the northern star glisten,
I know you shine as the star
in heaven with the angels
to guide me to the final destination,
where I will once again find me
by the side of my legend.
Beneath the cloak of midnight's grace,
I spread my wings, begin the chase.
Through the whispering trees, I navigate,
A seeker in the dark, my hunger won't abate.
The moonlit path guides my flight,
Casting a gentle glow on the canvas of night.
Silent shadows, my companions in the quest,
As I explore the secrets that the darkness invests.
Rustling leaves tell tales of unseen prey,
Nature's whispers guiding my way.
In the depth of night, I trust my sight,
A hunter's prowess in the soft moonlight.
Between branches, where shadows play,
I'm a creature of instinct, a nocturnal ballet.
Through the velvety air, I weave and wend,
On a journey where the night and I blend.
The night breeze whispers tales untold,
Of moonlit secrets, mysteries unfold.
With every beat of my wings, a promise to keep,
In the heart of darkness, where dreams and shadows leap.
Lyrics are timed to music
Out there - a distant shore
I’ve seen your face before
It’s De’ja`vu with thoughts of you
Then feelings of a loss, come tomorrow
Sometime - another place
I’ve seen - your smiling face
It’s De’ja'vu of thoughts I knew
Love is meant to be, not the sorrow
I searched, beyond the stars
I looked beneath the moon
I know JUST KNOW - without a DOUBT
My heart - will show me soon
Oh way out there - a distant land
That’s where - my love began
Now De’ja'vu fills thoughts anew
So happy again - come tomorrow
So far, beyond that star
We’ll kiss far beneath the moon
I know, without a DOUBT
My heart will show me where soon
I’m sure, with wings I’ll soar
With love, I knew before
I’ll spread my wings I’ll learn to fly
And never ever again - be broken hearted
Oh we can fly with wings on high
Then never ever again, we’ll be parted
Synopsis of total De’ja’vu play that these lyrics were composed for:
The lives of two lovers was torn apart way back in the 14th century when she was banished. The interference could have caused a Pattern shift of Destiny in the Loom of Time. Could a certain couple be the same star crossed lovers that have searched for each other through many lifetimes over the centuries?
A wise mystical character from the bygone era is a keen observer and blames himself for not intervening. He also wonders that since the Earth is the cradle of humanity, would humans have progressed past the cradle in this day and age.
Foot note:
Ron and I love musical theater. After seeing a disappointing play, he rose to my challenge in regard to the comment he made that he could have written better. The result was De’ja’vu, a Romantic Musical.
I wrote the lyrics in collaboration with him, but due to the enormous staging costs the music was never written and we abandoned the project.
The lyrics for this piece have been tweaked to ‘La mer’, also known as ‘Beyond the Sea’ and one of my Dad’s favorite songs. (Wish he was here, he would have composed the music)
Sorry folks, if and when we find suitable music to the lyrics of the Grand Finale, I’ll post it
Before my first heartbreak
Before I'd been done wrong
I was a happy man
Who loved heart and soul
But now I'm a shadow
Of the man I once was
It's like I've built up walls
It's like I've given up
Where has my heart gone
Why has my passion all died
Though I spread my wings
I can no longer fly
Who have I become
Oh how I miss that good man
I lost him so long ago
I wonder where I am
Cause the man that I gave her
Is so little of me
He's just pieces of the once was
This I believe
My happy's just contentment
My contentment's a lie
The degree of my sorrow
Is now something I hide
For somehow I lost me
In the blink of an eye
The man who I once was
The man who loved life
So I go on without him
I find peace through the strife
Hoping my wish is granted
Hoping I realize
That though he is gone
What remains to this day
Is for those pieces though fallen
To soon be reclaimed
Winged Vamp – for contest
Hey, who’s in charge here…?
I need a serious makeover,
spent a summer eating a very…
well….green diet
put on a few ounces..
had some of “those” curves.
Been in here working
on my image, you know,
buffing it up on all levels,
a little firming up,
splash of color,
new wardrobe.
Now it is time for
my coming out party….
“Sweet Sixteen??” No Way!!
Can’t wait that long.
Gotta break out,
spread my wings,
sashay down that winding staircase,
enrapture the garden,
enhance the beauty of the flowers,
tease them with my love,
make even the roses blush.
Leave but the scent of my wings
wafting over their petals,
a dewy tear on their cheeks
for I am as fickle
as the winds I surf
as frail as my fluttering
beauty.
John G. Lawless
8/11/2015
for SKAT’s Butterflies Among Us – Poetry Contest
Heaven is the abode of angels, I heard them say,
in celestial crystalline beauty they forever glow
as sparkling stars in the mystique milky way,
but they often descend down on earth, I know.
How am I sure of this, you may hasten to ask me,
I have seen the radiance in the heart of my mother
as sparkling as the shimmer of a star could ever be,
its lustrous love fostered the flower in me lest it withers.
In times of turmoil when the toiled family was adrift,
she strived hard to grow our roots in a green pasture.
To the deprived uncertain life of mine she gave a gift,
a nest from where I spread my wings in the sky of future.
I soared high in the care of her protective wings,
my ascending aspirations wild winds couldn’t waft away.
I lived in the lasting shadow of her love, memory brings,
for it’s her hands that sculpted me what I’m today.
She has left me for her new home a long time ago,
when in the dismal night I see the north star glisten
to guide me to my final destination, I then know,
she is the star, now with the angels, shining in heaven.
( A tribute to my mother on Mother's Day)
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May 7, 2022
For A Brian Strand Premiere Contest
I THINK THEREFORE I AM
"An ounce of hypocrisy is worth
a pound of ambition" --Michael Korda
Liberty...
This everyone's want--
stretching an autonomy to unbuckle self-discovery
I got mites and bugs living in my head--
infesting my mind. They... daring a chance
to worm my guts and electrify my peace.
They adulterate seeking ways to emerge
from claws of doubts to grains of trust.
My veil of grace they bite and bite
devouring me 'til I set to pursue my act.
Should I repulse...
then spread my wings to fly?
or should I be a little puppet--
controlled, slave to strings attached to me?
or I'd rather choose a mask--
my gamble to earn sympathy or popularity;
my weapon sheltering my luck;
my fall or my win?
Cogito ergo sum.
I think, therefore I am.
The mites and bugs in my skull blown
from shocks infused by my firing drive.
My cavalry of Modesty, brave to rise
face the furnace of battlegrounds.
Insincerity. Malingering. Pretension
are artillaries luring hypocrisy
but love, honesty and bravery:
the bombs I defy to conquer the trades.
If God is with me, who can be against me?
Standing like a Molave
rooted evergreen, ever strong.
My face bulletproof
to those who I believe wrong.
A standing soldier ready to offer her life
to fraud and tyranny.
I refuse to be fed on standing lies.
The harpoons of verity, I battling dart,
raining towards the barbaric boxes as they...
They are my lioness roar, my freedom and my soar
piercing the pumping heart of those who eat innocence,
I... dauntless!
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** I think therefore I am is said by Rene Descartes
Romans 8:31-- If God is with us, who can be against us?
O. E. Guillermo
10:43 pm, April 18, 2015