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The ephemeral consciousness of being, and the longing that seeps through this universe. The greater trajectory of leaving and being left stands small before those who watch it unfold. The nights where tears ricochet, and the tiny yet eternal lights that make someone name a crater after their wife, stand still in the face of all this sehnsucht.
The incandescent rage that binds one soul to another in an event of absolute cataclysm absorbs all that the universe sends their way. Abundant, yet empty. In astronomy, it is defined as a paradox that does not let a giant sink. For the world, it is a miracle; for the heart, a hope. The rage carries on—undefeated.
Conceited, one wanders this world, creating distances that supersede time and time that supersedes life. Multiple versions collide at one common point, seeing eye to eye, reacting infinitely similarly. Yet it is so quiet in the black expanse of this realm.
In the grand scheme of things, the world has stopped creating moments; everything has gone dry, the motion is dying a slow death. And yet, we are alive—feeling, burning, naming craters after our lovers, writing poetry, singing songs, living, breathing, crying, dying.
In the final undoing of all that burns, even absence acquires a mass nothing escapes. Longing becomes the final surrender.
Relentless is my urge to paint with words-
enduring feelings eager to express;
the constant pulling on my heart to speak
of the emotions that become deep thoughts-
the need to shape and share as poetry.
Long-lived is this ongoing, stable urge
ingrained since childhood, changeless and secure.
Relentless is my urge to paint with words-
where they became my lifelong stable game;
creating with a flowing verbal brush.
Deep-rooted, never changing, firm, and fixed
the making of a poem- seeking words;
a need that supersedes, above all else
until they're shaped into poetic art.
Relentless is my urge to paint with words.
Blood is red for vibrant,
Beating and in time,
Rhythmical with vitality,
Resounding in spark and shine.
Zestfulness depends on your blood,
Having it and living by its pump,
With transports plasma around the body,
To clot when cuts scare and could stump.
The zeal we get from red blood cells,
Save from Anemia, Malaria and Sickle cell disease,
And when too many white blood cells accumulate,
Leukaemia damages our tissues, the sleaze.
The heart is rightly denoted,
As the centre from which emanates love,
The essence of the person,
The call that you shouldn’t be above.
The colour red is spritely,
Vibrates energy and drive,
A dynamism which supersedes,
The dirge that sometimes thrives.
When you see an icon,
A symbol, logo or picture,
That's covered in the colour red,
Just remember its derivation structure.
You could say that blood was made red,
By god, coincidence or accident,
But I think that red is the colour of blood,
The true precedent and determinant.
Is history not the study of war,
treading on nations that flourished before?
It's how civilizations rise and fall,
tyranny is a weapon known to all.
Is it fear that allows us to be led
toward greed and not our conscience instead?
If larceny supersedes our morals,
then wars are how we'll settle our quarrels.
If there's no possibility of peace
then will the hostilities ever cease?
In the hands of madmen, we are mere tools,
they but promise peace, to pacify fools.
Is there a reason Earth's a patchwork quilt
threaded with ethnic lines of hate and guilt?
Insomuch that Man is devoid of trust,
the truth is we build borders cause we must.
Is it wrong to unite the human race,
though we all claim the Earth as our birthplace?
If we can't move past our innate mistrust,
there’ll never be enough time to adjust.
Is there still hope for the future of Man,
though we've turned the Earth into a trash can?
If we do more than keep our fingers crossed,
the benefits will then outweigh the cost.
(Couplets)
08/20/2022
Dot Your i's and Cross Your t's Cash Prize Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Hilo Poet
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Food issues bring odd stealth
(not obsessed with broccoli
inexplicable phobia of brussel sprouts)
It's potato chip indulgence
pandemic binge eating
supersedes duty to diet
Label my needs selfish
(after all, self control isn't freedom!)
Existential angst
Potholes of dire health
Craving: Sea salt potato chips
- a tide leaving stretch mark traces
My shadow now Alfred Hitchcock bloated
(abandoning hope of waist line laudable)
Companionship ceded to bulging bags of potato chips
finger tips that weep salt
(I try to brush it off, but succumb:
'JUST LICK IT')
till crumpled bags curl in sighs
Facebook support groups sought ('who else shares my
salted existence?') More sublime than on-line
naughtiness
Conspiracy Theory: junk food sellers wilfully target my email!
You Tube influencers influence, NO - inflame
cravings that boast an 'R' rating
Self Discovery: I can jog and eat salted chips at the same time
Sweat pants absolve my sins, perfect deception
and are dazzlingly stylish
Post pandemic goal: re-locate to the garden
grab an apple
juicy bites
eat indecently
and ignore the snake.
Poem composed: March 6, 2021 (revised May24/21)
Contest entry: Salt
Sponsor: Anthony Biaanco
The stars and sky seen from ones eye
May Vary from both you and I
The rain that beats down on ones face
Has reason, for it has come from space
But when they become tears from Gods infinite mold
Judgment now turns to supernatural gold
When sense is senseless
And intelligence fails
And spirits dwell or simply sail
The order of how it all goes down
Swirls in one’s mindset, round and round
When the sunrise wakes the earth each day
And sunsets slowly fade away
The only thing that holds to be true
Is a heart that’s pure and supersedes all views
Just like a child who has much belief
And can find beauty in a simple leaf
Is the way we should see this fleeting life
For the earth is our groomsman’s glorious wife
Assurance comes when we take a true stand
Grab on to who is really holding our hand
And not become complacent hopeless or deceived
Don’t Listen to everything you hear and start to believe
For lies are poison and pain births fear
Closing up our spiritual eyes and ears
Confusion comes from open doors
We were all made to live for so much more
Never say never for many are wrong
Just in ourselves we cannot be this strong
Give credit to the creator for all he can do
Nothing is lost when it’s his love you pursue
Time shows the meaning and patience is the key
Obedience and love is what makes all men free
If there were ever a better time to open your heart
It would be right now, for this world has grown dark.
By: Sabina Nicole
written: 4-2-12
I walk in the light I barefooted eyes wide Open as he is in the light his righteousness only Jesus righteousness supersedes man's I walk in his light even though within man's plight I walk on in his light in the dark and chatted side of the hood among Us the proud the most impoverished people nervous they need a believer Glory sound rise I speak the lights in his light I speak the light as a co-creator I shine and as I shine I shall speak the light on my knees I fall pray after the words stand tall I walk on in his life asleep and then chambering no I'm not in any danger because Jesus and his angels cover me covering me with the lights the light of covering protection victory shine ever upon me oh I am so glad I am so glad God has granted me these the insight as I walk as I walk on in his life
7/15/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022
It was a long time ago
as this story lends
In my late 20's when i dated Nicky
if you could call it that
And I drove a claped out VW Beatle
can't even remember if i had a job
But i looked great in a white tailored shirt i was buff and in my prime at this time
But she had a child and though the passion was wild and we were a good looking couple
She needed and wanted more than that
and honestly in my heart of heart's i think i always new and understanded that
But it still took a long time getting over
when she left me and moved on
But for me what was heartbreaking was for and the baby the best
Because a mother has to do what's best and sometimes that supersedes love
Maybe that's why i still miss her and love her
But i am sure she is better off without me
.
With prudence I stepped
in the candle lit room
yes
with the utmost discretion
and yes
there she was
without the layer to cover
her pink flesh
How prudent could I have been
with knowledge of her whim
a soul did ask
“Oh"
says i
unclad before him
“an entry with facts supersedes
an entry of chance”
That bullet stung
We Speak of God and Country
By Franklin Price
12/10/2015
We speak of God and country
Here's what I have to say
You're welcome here to worship
Whatever is your way
Can preach all that you want to
About all that you can
But you have to toe the lawful line
That's presented by the man
It's called the Constitution
Been around since we began
This country and its freedoms
It's time we took a stand
If the tenants of your religion
Conflict with what is written there
The Constitution supersedes
If you live here and you care
Don't think the Constitution
Let's you believe in all you will
To break our laws with impunity
I think our country's had it fill
If you believe in other laws
In action or in name
Then go to another country
Where your beliefs and their's the same