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Don’t listen to the clamor of my crowd
Forget the noise when I approach
Dismiss the darkness of my shroud
Don’t heed the voices that encroach
I am as innocent as rain
As unguilty as a child’s smile
I have no history to explain
So listen to me closely while
I tell you simply who I am
I’m the one who handed you a coin
The one who led you through the rain
The voice that steadied your resolve
The balm that sought to heal your pain
The friend you never recognized
In darkness and in blinding light
The name unspoken through your day
The voice unheard inside your night.
Christopher M. Swan 2009
The Door
Kevin Davis 2026
The door was closed when I stepped in the room,
what waited behind it — joy or quiet doom?
I longed to open it, see for myself,
With no one to ask and no counsel to help.
No whisper of sound from the other side,
no glimmer of light from the threshold to hide.
But still I was curious, wanting to know,
Certain something was amiss in the shadowed glow.
I studied the knob — the keyway was bare,
no bolt in the lock, no latch to declare.
So, I gripped it gently and turned to the right;
It moved without effort and opened to sight.
The room was as dark as a moonless night,
and nothing within it gave shape to my fright.
I steadied my breathing before stepping through,
when a voice behind asked, “What are you trying to do?”
I leapt in the air and spun toward the sound,
A towering figure, a ghoul, standing ground.
“I meant no intrusion, no harm, no offense
Just curious wandering, nothing intense.”
The ghoul gave a laugh, warm, rumbling, free,
“No harm was done — come look with me.”
He flicked on the lights and welcomed me in,
A room wide and pleasant, inviting within.
He neared the crest of the mountain and shouldered his bows and his arrows
They were heavy and laden with lead at times right were the feathers should be
Cap in one hand imprinted with ‘Just do it’ he approached all rapprochement
Trainers fastened on shoe strings of bewilderment the marks man held firm
Spread his legs for firm rooting and visualized wings prepared for the range
It was a fine day calm and serene the heat had cooled and the breeze had abated
Once firm in position he steadied his breathing prepared for the imminent task
The shafts were marked Past some Present or Future unbeknown which was what
They had been carefully labelled with memories contemplation and dreams
‘Let’s start wayward farer’ the shooter followed the first arrow with vigour
It landed far off the target in a wheelbarrow positioned to collect the spears
Practice may not make perfect in one straight line and the sportsman proceeded
Veered to the left and the right overshooting and crashing away from his aim
The competition was only against himself and his own aberrations and failure
Taught him about life nowhere close to bull’s eye and he got better at trying
He bowed to imaginary audiences gathered his gear and discarded his pride
Imperfection is a useful life coach and it improves resilience as an aim in itself
Brings patience and mindfulness and opens eyes away from constricting circles
05th March 2019
A naïve heart succumbs to words of Hope,
susceptible to the promise of love.
But when left teetering on a tightrope;
all it takes is an emotional shove.
Trust steadied your every step, at the start:
yet your anxieties intensified.
And like a festering wound in your heart,
doubts and lies set trust's safety net aside.
You'll never be that gullible again;
having felt the sting of love lost to time.
And yet, knowing that love can inflict pain,
does not make it feel any less sublime.
And fledgling hearts are the first to agree;
you can't cage love; it'll die if it's not free.
He was known to be a carefree dandy
Once he got boozed up with brandy
Driving his new car
He felt flying in the air
He wailed, “The brake doesn’t come handy”
Because of over speed, broke the car’s tier
Hit it on a tree with a thud severe
Some people came running
They saw him screaming
In pain, he was springing in the air!
He was lifted up in an ambulance,
With scars all over his countenance.
Some accompanied him
Inside it was quite grim
He was kept under careful observance
Slowly he showed signs of improvement
On limp legs, there were signs of movement
When steadied in health,
Was sad on ill gotten wealth.
On wheels, resolved not to be negligent.
March.2.2022
Tall Tale 1 Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Jeff Kyser
Riding a roller coaster
Propelled by life’s velocity
Governed by instincts and thought
Driven by an urge to emerge victorious
Sentience deadened to conscience
Flitting thus from desire to desire
We built an imaginary script
Of narrow ego identity
Some conquests won
We saw not unshed tears
Of mute weaker souls wasted
Owing to our callous, feral savagery
Likewise, we encountered defeat
Whereupon we steadied heart
Resolving to rise once again
Imagining ego as the doer
Our face in the mirror
Reflected pride and conceit
Beggars too began looking away
Recognising our cold, hard countenance
So it chanced to pass that by grace
One day we chose to look within
Shocked to see soul shrivelled
Lonely in our bleeding heart
We stopped the flow of time
Frozen for what seemed eternity
Crying out silently into the vast void
Wishing to be healed and feel complete
A divine voice instantly responded
Asking if our resolve was strong
To walk the talk as affirmed
In thought, word and deed
The path simple and direct
Liken it to a hop-on hop-off bus
We hop off the ego bus and choose love
Shifting consciousness from head to heart
Voice of conscience grew stronger
We dwelt not on material gain
Shifting into mindfulness
A stillness continuum
Yet love that is imbibed
Takes time for assimilation
But what matters time any more
To the one who has since vaporised
In timeless time ensconced in bliss
Empowered by a magnetic pulse
Which we may give any name
Kundalini or The Holy Spirit
Baptised in the stream
Twice born, we yet lived on
Our soul within, one with oneness
Seeing now earth life as but a lucid dream
Wherein we are being breathed by God
As He does for all sentient life forms
To fulfil our soul’s smallest wish
Now aligned with love alone
Now we do honestly confess
We know not what scriptures say
All we affirm from our life experience
Is that once we align with God’s love impulse
For each step we take, He leaps forward
Gathering us in His warm embrace
Lighting the lamp of love within
Darkness then is no more
20-January-2022
Repent and Believe Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Regina McIntosh
Poem inspired by the contest prompt: 1 John 1:9 KJV - If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just to forgive us our sins, and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness.
Shades of Awakening
Cool of the moon dampened the heat of the sun.
Corals of sleep invigorate the restful one.
Falling awake on this crystal clear morn,
Into cerulean, my soul is born.
Naked and relaxed, aquamarine inspired,
Freedom of expression aligns, with what is desired.
Torso eases heavenward, raising the headless mind higher,
The soul whispers chartreuse, countering any mire.
The nose is the first to welcome, summer’s warm breath,
Lilac reminiscence, of youthful ambition’s clash with death.
Eyes ease open with a newborn's stare,
Taking lavender and wonder, of what may be there.
The sun’s rays creep evermore slowly into morning’s night.
Providing focus and saffron, toward the One true Light.
Silent beauty abounds, and finally words begin to take shape,
Lemon thoughts of what may lie beyond the drape.
With a backward bounce rolling into an upward leap,
A tangerine mind set robs gravity of its attempt to keep.
As if steadied with a rare watermelon tourmaline,
The first step of the day brims with summertime hues unforeseen.
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Parched and dry, this barren field stretches,
I wander, head hung low,
staring at the emptiness eclipsing my thoughts
Brittle blades of grass disappear beneath
my worn out sneakers,
black and white crushing beige
in slow fashioned footprints of blistered dust
“My sanity for some cool water”
When upon my shoulders, reddened by solar intensity,
wet from exerted energy, comes a breeze
as if Autumn has come to claim her colors,
to gather her brown and sepia landscape,
pull the lifeless trees, with little leaf
from the chalk textured ground taking it
where it would suit another, for this is my luck
"Take my shade I beg not, for it is merely a branch”
Like fingers of a silken web’s reach,
a soft caress of skin is not understood, though very pleasant
Nature finds me a shiver, a small comfort in this arid place
once crawling with snakes of assorted length, now
green as if lush has just been defined
with sweet air and pomegranate skies featuring a glow,
pristine shades of which I’ve never seen, heavenly
“To whom might I thank for such a gift?”
When before me stands, my eyes saturated and lost
slowly focus on beauty, winged loveliness now smiling within my own
personal oasis, which quickly forms in my heart
An angel, a goddess, extends a hand to me?
My cracked and weathered palm touches, smooth, gentle
her hand as she lifts me, I am weightless, floating
to her, my breath leaves me as I wonder, is this my end?
“If this beauty shall be my final curtain, let it be dropped slowly”
A voice of velvet speaks, as I fade in and out of reality,
now steadied by her touch and the sweet scent of lavender and lime
“I have come to you as a verse, for poetry is thy keeper,
thy words have been heard,” lyrical this voice sings
melodic and harmonious, a rhythm to the beat of my heart,
the race of my pulse, the love of my life, my muse, my all
“Eternal to you I shall write, for your beauty fuels my pen”
When our minds are quiet and still
We become connected to ethereal realms
That's where we create what we wish for
and know those who live among the elms
While we are in this ethereal world
Our energy bodies become free
We soar amidst the sky and clouds
There so much that we get to see
They show us our achievements
We see hard times from the past
They show us just how strong we are
And how even the worst storms don't last
While there we feel the purest love
A love that can withstand all
A steadied hand is offered to us
To catch us if we trip or fall
Heavenly beings walk beside us each day
Offering their Divine ethereal aid
They are with us through good and bad times
And through every mistake that we've made.
Each of us have a team of spirit
Made up of ethereal beings
To help us understand this life
And all of it's unknown meanings
When our minds are quiet and still
We are connected to our spirit team
Prayers answered by the they signs send
And they help us understand what they mean.
So next time you are feeling down or stressed
And are not sure what next to do
Quiet your mind and pray for help
Your spirit team will be there for you.
5/20/2020
I don't care anymore. You are the most wonderful thing I've ever seen in my life.
Everytime you look at me I want to explode. You're doing some sort of yoga move in front
of me which you claim not to be yoga with your 15-year-old autistic client, rubbing your feet
into his hand, bending over him between a giant cushy yellow soft-leathered cylinder, your
hair dangling over him, now up in a pony-tail as you resituate your thighs, steadied and
jeaned in that young and smart physique, a show of craving futures for my sitting nature,
not more than two feet away.
I will love you from afar with light beams if I must. We'll be left to devour each other with
our eyes. In hot-quick glances.