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There it comes from
Looking handsome
The condensed pain
Poems of lovely rain
At the window pane
In the flower garden
Deep into the brain
A moist green smell
Sense of feeling well
Touch of love so nice
Some cucumber slice
Cloud after big cloud
Lightening very loud
Falls in romance drop
Plip – plop-plip- plop
In the water of strife
The canvas of our life
Gossip with tree leaf
Grows a green belief
Red blue yellow pink
Florid times to think
How nice from train
Looks the falling rain
Round wet soft view
In the glass it is you
More than we need
Rains as peace bead
To our starving vein
Welcome sweet rain
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August 13, 2016
Freedom Ship
There is a ship floating in the harbor
It has a long history behind it
Hauling hundreds of starving people
Men, women and children
Loaded in the ship’s belly
Fleeing from torture and death
They cried and mourned for those left behind
Thinking about how their loved ones must live
But this ship had a long tradition
When they brought its passengers to land
The Captain would turn on every light
To let freedom know those people were coming
And to give everyone the hope they never knew
And that hope grew as they stepped onto land
That special would not wait
It left again immediately, with its lights out
Looking for more people who need to be saved
I shall write an ode one day,
To my lord of the eternal spray,
When I can no longer walk the shore,
When I cannot endure the heat,
Of children starving in the street,
And I can no longer bear to hear,
The screams of spirits, loved ones dear,
And in my ode, I shall ask,
What workman could have forged the glass to block the darkest light from fright,
Maligning my air, my stars, my night?
What engineer could be so skilled,
To devise a foam so potent in form,
Clearing waste of human storm,
The day comes, the sea and I shall be one,
And I sing my ode as devoted son,
Waiting with kindred until child prays,
For our cartharsis of the spray.
I am going to start this brand New Year,
with a tranquil song in my heart!
I will look at my deepest thoughts,
and find all the hurt of the past,
the sorrow and all the anger.
And in the flame of my mind all will burn away,
until only ashes remain on this new day.
Self love and hope will then be mine,
It will radiate from my soul,
and my heart will reflect great peace.
I am going to start this brand New Year,
with a tranquil song in my heart!
I will find joie de vivre,
and carry the sun in my soul,
and the moon in a golden place.
I will pour everything into my dancing,
my pen will bleed beauty into my writing.
Compassion, joy, patience, and truth,
are my new companions for life.
I will walk with a new attitude.
I am going to start this brand New Year,
with a tranquil song in my heart!
I will smell this life's sweet fragrance,
drinking in all the great beauty,
till my last day my glass will be full.
But, inside I weep for the war ravaged dying,
for all those victims lost, homeless and starving.
I will find ways that I can help,
I will make time for the homeless.
This is day one of forever.
I am going to start a brand New Year,
with a tranquil song in my heart!
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December 26, 2016
Poetry/Ballad/A New Song
Copyright Protected, ID 16-861-116-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the contest, Welcome 2017
Sponsor, Nayda Ivette Negron
First Place
I gave a piece of myself,
Something gentle and true
Trickling with teardrops,
Melting the darkness, the fear
With kindness and carefully
Laced feelings, beauty – honesty
Sincere as the wind, rustling
Laughter from the dawn
Where I laid up all my memories,
Dreams alive in hues so warm
It feels like they are alive,
Baking in the sun
I gave a part of my heart,
Without pride or arrogance
Dressed in grace, tender faith
Pouring hope like a rainstorm
Drenches the moments in
Miraculous nourishment, reassuring
The hungry soul with an embrace
From the best inspiration,
Like the imagination’s whisper
As it glimpses wonders beyond surrender
Sensations willing to tremble,
Like the ache of a smile who is wise,
A light so brilliant it stirs hope
And feelings so faithful, so grateful
Like a prayer, breathed from the past
Remembered in the moment
When the answer encourages, blesses
Caresses the spirit with belief
Echoes of dreams, starving for sustenance,
Embraces, kisses – a touch
From the heartfelt moment when love
Strokes the day with silence,
The night with moonlight rising
I gave a slice of light
Caressing life, illuminating
Shadows with a fire, desires
Swift and strong, more powerful
Than the silhouette of dawn,
The ghost of a moment
When my heart lunged forward,
Breaking through the fear
Hushing the past with all its doubt
So hope glistens like the stars
In the summer skies,
Revealing the flickering joy,
Firefly adventures – twinkling
In the distance, miracles
Lifting wings in beating tales
Staring just beyond the laughter
Into the blazing passions,
Flaming infernos of exhilaration
Promising the peace
That only comes to life in the one
Who listens to the stillness
Found in the hope of the Son
I gave into the Savior
Since then I have kindled
Silence so I can hear
Its praises, its prayers, its ways
Into the moments when
His hand reaches just beyond
My worries, my doubts
Relieving my spirit of its fear,
Singing grace into my soul,
Calming, comforting, proving to me
Love is worth everything I do for it
And more, so very much more!
It is the cause of all acts of terrorism,
including but not limited to suicide bombings.
It is the cause of most crimes running rampant in all nations,
including but not limited to child exploitation,
human trafficking, mostly women,
but generally both male and female when trafficking children.
It is responsible for all the wars throughout the world presently exploding,
making more richer and more powerful CEOs of war profiteering corporations,
including but not limited to all the corrupt politicians,
and lawyers and so called "Honest" businessmen.
It is responsible for all who have ever been,
poverty stricken, starving and dying from malnutrition.
Without the need for money all of the above would no longer exist.
If we are to evolve for the better, society must go moneyless,
with a new set of values also established,
that isn't motivated by greed or monetary profit.
I'll say it again like I've said it before,
"Money must one day go the way of the dinosaur,
or it will be the cause of all of our peril for sure."
LAUGHS, ECSTASY , AND AGONY
To the HUNTERS:
Your riches nourishes your thoughts.
Behold, Its sight entices even Plutus.
Your take-and-drop stores bloat from
Oyibo's wealth like corpse.
Laughs and ecstasy abound,
For poverty is no longer a thing.
To the PREYS:
Breeze of sorrow envelopes their being.
The skeleton of their accounts protrude,
Starving of its food for growth.
It has felt the ruthless hunter's deception.
Weeping and sorrow abound,
For poverty is now a thing.
To the HUNTERS:
It is laughs and jolly for you,
While pain and agony visits your preys,
For they build afresh in tears that God sees.
This year more than ever
I long to surpass myself
The clock is ticking
No longer can I recklessly
Take the gift of time for granted
I dream this year more than ever
To give wings to my muse
Release the buildup
Of pent-up energy
And let her loose
Free reins
With canvases and color
I dream of releasing
The artist in me before
She sleeps her life away
This year more than ever I dream
To dress in artist garb and
Wear purple feather in my hat
More than a wannabe renaissance groupie
Parade down the streets of Paris
Break bread with starving artists of the day
Be it as it may crossing lines of time
Hang out with the likes of Leonardo
Rembrandt Picasso and Sartre
Artists and philosophers alike
While away the hours in bistros
Pen in hand living on coffee and croissants
Hang out in bakeries while kindred spirits
Sit to chat about their latest works and passion
This year I dream of making each day count
Remembering time can seem both infinite
While being abruptly finite
Who knows what the new year will bring ~
Published in my photo/poetry book ~NEW YEAR~ 2019
AP: 2nd place 2021
POTD December 19, 2019
Submitted on December 17, 2019 for contest NEW YEAR DREAMS sponsored by CHANTELLE ANNE COOKE - RANKED 1ST
Breathe On Me God
"Breathe" on me with your sweet breath O Lord
Light inspiration's "gasp" with breathy embers
Sweep out my forlorn "whisper" of melancholy
"Utter" the familiar freshness I remember.
In soft whirlwind "murmur" stir my heart
Refresh my stale swirling breath
Resuscitate my starving breath
No asthmatic wheeze of strangled death.
Let me inhale your animation
My words exhale the "sigh" of life's prophecy
Your murmuring winds clear my blocked airways
To soar on wings of breathing majesty.
Open my passages of sighing palpitation
My soul alive in eternal respiration
5-3-21
Contest: Breathe
Sponsor: Constance La France
Required Words: breathe, gasp, murmur, sigh, whisper, utter
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Oh, you might say common sense and
I were the latest victims of COVID-19
Huh?! Wudja say?!...