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(a Triple Triolet)
Where blues and purples dominate,
Pandora beckons from beyond.
Entranced by it, I gravitate. . .
Where blues and purples dominate,
a way of life to celebrate
and with creation, share a bond.
Where blues and purples dominate,
Pandora beckons from beyond.
There stands a tall strong mother tree,
and mountains float upon the sky.
What many wonders you can see!
There stands a tall strong mother tree
inside this forest fantasy;
take hold a huge bright beast and fly!
There stands a tall strong mother tree,
and mountains float upon the sky.
Perhaps one day we’ll understand,
as did the one named Avatar,
to live in peace, stand hand in hand.
Perhaps one day we’ll understand
to say “I see you;” love our land;
no need to leave and travel far!
Perhaps one day we’ll understand
as did the one named Avatar.
Not a strictly romantic movie, but it involves love of nature as well as a romantic part between the leads. And I LOVED this movie and its message!
For Nicola Byrne's Movie Mania - Romance Poetry Contest
The whispers of forgetful mist have seemingly descended upon the world of people-kind ... the conviction of knowing all is wrong ....but putting a finger on this wrong ‘is not possible as chaos has maliciously rolled normality conveniently into a tidy ball of confusion.
Day by day the outward absurdity grows and seems to take hold of normality by the throat ,shaking it’ and enjoying its pitiful whimpering ,
Many as do I ...stand agape and ask why or WHAT? At the strange happenings.
Tik Tak’s fly in the face of the world but are seemingly of little or no interest for humanity ,
But In their stead ‘
The real game of thrones plays out as the masked masses look on in dutiful silence and in trance ...soaking up the monotony and hoping for salvation and change .
In these strange days ‘The night sky will soon be full of sentimental’s with uncaring prying eyes ...and yet no one seems to vocal a concern or reason for such things of looming uncertainty .
Day by day I observe that The veins of unrest and the Dark unknown are beginning to run deeper in the strata of human society.
Wether I am drinking my morning coffee or closing my eyes to begin sleep ,
There is one thought dominant above all others
.........As a species
we should be so much more than we are today .
In the arms of God I am safe and secure. No more do I feel insecure. Because he Knew me before I became me.
He knew me before he formed me. In the
arms of the almighty creator of all things
There is nothing to worry about because
He tells me not to be anxious for nothing and do Not let my heart be troubled.
Although trouble exists all around today’s society,
I shall not be afraid because God and me are a majority. For his arms are like a full suit of amour I take him like Medicine and wear his words wherever I go.
As I walk through the valley of the shadows of modern Day society, in the arms of God I remain steadfast as the Enemy seeks to take hold of me.
But God’s Grace is sufficient; by faith we walk together side by side everything the devil says is a lie he seeks to Destroy from inside. But God got me in his arms.
As I walk by faith not by sight.
His protection is everlasting day to day night to night.
There was a dusting of snow in North Carolina…
where our first great granddaughter is due to arrive any day.
and as we wait down here in Florida
for that call or text to come our way.
and this time in limbo seems to move little slow
I started thinking how our great granddaughter-to-be
is like an acorn in the snow
How that baby, like an acorn, starts out no bigger than a pea
and will grow into a beautiful fruit upon our family tree.
How she needs to be planted with care
and nurtured…for her roots to firmly take hold
if she is ever to enjoy the colors of Autumn, the flowers of spring
the summer heat and winter cold.
How from the time she peeks her head out…
just like that acorn in the snow
she will always need patience, love and caring…
however tall she grows…
And even though she’s not here yet…
and her first word has not yet been said…
as I sit here awaiting her arrival
my mind has moved ahead…
years into the future…when we’ll wonder…
where did the time go
as we remember back to that moment
when she was no bigger…
than an acorn in the snow.
I have sought your place down by the sea
for a heart like mine trothed in unity
I have searched the lands low and high
for Love that would extend unto the sky
I have walked the mountains path and trails
hunting a beloved who never fails
go forth oh daughters of the land
there is only one woman I'll take in hand
She is fair, my love, and tender of heart
I dream she's there when the day does start
her words are honey within it's comb
the only one I will bring to my fathers home
I seek for you now most everywhere
looking for the sun shining in your stare
there beauty lies within flowing robes
and inner light whose bright blaze shows
She'll think of me as her comely Lord
with my company never will be bored
with many talents is she graced
among the peoples her work is traced
She's the fruit of the vine unto my smile
will speak sweet truth without any guile
she'll enfold me with serene embrace
lift her eyes up to seek my face
She'll reach forth to take hold my hand
and follow my paths throughout the land
our children will all become one nation
The stars of heaven will be our station
sources Song of Solomon Proverbs 31:10-31
Apocalypse 7:1-8 21:9-27
The Bride of Christ the true temple of God
the 144,000 kingdom of kings and priests
sealed to Gods service as differenciated from
the great crowd that come thru the
apocalypse 7:9-17
COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller
Cunning like foxes,greedy as hyenas,they looked at me;
With widened eyes and wet lips,ready to grab me,like an angry lioness;
And tear me like a beast and swallow me like the shark that swallowed Jonah.
I had become a bad child; as bad as war,
And they could no longer tolerate my naughtiness.
They remained silent without saying anything like a word
But beneath their silence piled a heap of anger and rage
And they breathed with fury, wishing to only take hold of me,
And teach me a lesson,that I would live to remember.
My mother was against me,just like her dear husband
They said I was an ungrateful daughter,
Because I refused to eat from the same plate with him-
The man they had prepared to marry me off because of his money.
He was a Methuselah of the previous century;
And he had been classmates with my father.
My people wanted to sell me off,they were exchanging me;
Their blood; for coins of shillings that last not longer than lust.
They were determined to see me off like an unwanted visitor.
But, I stood my ground like any other person who desires to live.
I crossed lines to tell them they were doing wrong for the first time,
And they said I was disappointing and selfish.
They scolded me,yelling at me and calling me an evil child.
They were living their life,I wanted to live mine,
To be a better woman who could move many and change many.
I wanted to go to school for I was just fifteen and had seen little of the world;
If it was waters of the ocean,I had only tasted the surfaces;
If it was heaven,I had just started to climb Jacob's ladder.
I know not better than crying and licking my tears,
And that is exactly what I did, weeping like death was here to take me.
I called upon the ancestors of my clan to rescue me,
I looked up to the skies,tracing to find my redeemer.
I cried to my sister and brothers, I begged my people for help,
And I was willing to involve the authorities, for my education was my life.
The vows came with agony, the ring would come with suffering;
And I was not ready for any of this, I would fight till the end;
For this was my right as a modern girl child!
I wonder why on winter night so cold
as darkness looms and daylight takes her bow
that I am feeling loneliness take hold.
I wonder what it is she’s doing now;
perhaps she’s letting poetry console
emotions that her life does not allow.
I wonder why I feel I’ve lost control
and wishing that forever I could flee
these torrid storms that start to fill my soul.
I wonder if she ever thinks of me
and wishes we could make a brand new start;
or if, from love, she’s happy to be free.
My storms are raging since we’ve been apart;
I wonder if it’s raining in her heart.
January 12, 2020
Today, March 8th is International Women’s Day. After centuries of relentless struggle, are women happier today…? Can’t say! Despite all claims to equality and progress, women are still at the back seat struggling to balance between her work and domestic chores. Alarmingly assaults on women have skyrocketed in our land than never before, especially in some of the Asian countries. Some thoughts on this ‘great day’
She dies a hundred times,
In the throes of spite and neglect
In the agony of betrayal
In the shame of defeat
Yet alive with charred spirits
And deep burns that shall not heal.
Shut in the cage of servitude
She lives an ugly duckling!
Fed on taunts and threats
Drunk on slander and slight
Smothered by age old mores
Manacled by custom and tradition.
A door mat under crushing feet
An expendable commodity
Bartered away,
Or
Bought at the highest bid.
A toy to play with
A curio wrapped in folds
To be disrobed before feasting eyes
And torn apart by man’s beastly lust
A chattel to be pawned and pledged
A chalice to be cast away
When emptied of its contents.
Yet, she is silent
Mute like a dumb animal.
Oh No! It's time to break this silence....
However, nemesis will take hold.
Please know, there lies an ember
Down beneath the dying hearth.
As the wind veers around,
The smoldering charcoal would blaze
Growing into a wild fire,
With tongues of flame leaping into the sky
That would ravage the Earth
Leaving nothing
But,
Heaps of coal
And piles of ash!
Now it is time for a sleeping spell.
Blessed sleep, come and my cognizance quell.
I shall lie and await.
I shall quietly hate.
These moments before the slumber, I detest.
Hasten your pace, pacify my unrest.
The dreams are just before my eyes,
And I can see the forms coming into clarity.
I reach out to take hold of this,
This one desire at this most perfect time.
But you, Susurrous Mind!
Why do you speak?
I am near my sleep
And you cannot just wait til the morn?
Must we now decide to reanalyze all we are,
Figure what we shall keep and discard?
You have broken me now, twice, just today!
I have left my principles for your sake!
See how I write,
This is not my way.
The wearing of days without rest adequate
Has done this, and now I changed my musics?
Let it go, let it be,
My spirit is willing, yes
But my body is weak.
Let the complexities fall away,
Just for this moment.
Be simple so that I do not wander about a labyrinth.
One way in, one way out,
Both ways dealing with all you wish to talk about.
Free-verse and country, what is becoming of me?
Neither true to form no, but that is my sanity.
Holding true, holding fast,
Waiting for my sleep at last.
Take a pill to make me sleep,
We both know I can’t.
But Susurrous Mind,
If you will to keep me awakened
Can it be useful and have studies be undertaken?
Of course not, no!
You must be in control.
Pick up a book and be sent right off,
But it isn’t the rest that I dream of.
This write is from the insomniacal side of me.
I am aware also of my repetitive neology.
Goodnight, goodnight, but not before the fight.
We will wrestle, you will win,
And I maybe get my prize.
Susurrous Mind, keep it down!
I sleep heavy, yes, but your screams silence cannot drown.
Now it is time for a sleeping spell.
Blessed sleep, come and my cognizance quell.
I shall lie and await.
I shall quietly hate.
These moments before the slumber, I detest.
Hasten your pace, pacify my unrest.
i sit lonely. the crowded restaurant is thick with sound. i pick away at it moving back into the stagnant silence of my own comfort. the air is nasty here telepathically abusing my thought patterns. still a far cry better then the loud hum of food making its way to the vacant crowd surrounds me. a decorated plate joins me at my table. immediately striking a conversation with the cutlery who had waited too long for her arrival. there is no call from the governor much to the dismay of various ethnic leaves now being executed. many bites later at my request a paper plane flies in ahead of schedule. a swipe of my plastic card makes quick work of bills demands and i exit seemingly too quick for the human eye to catch. i hate this part. i parley my journey to a few twists and turns all the while staring done at a concrete maze never making eye contact with a single soul. i do that. i always do that -keep the entrance of my being away from those who would stare me down and attempt to engage me in conversation with a desire to lock eyes. if they looked in they would burn and i would be held responsible. finally i reach my own personal mecca the only environment i feel safe in. my therapist will be proud almost an hour today. my progress will be staggering to her assuming i see her again. i am covered in my own dew. my breathing is sporadic. i line up an array of pills like good soldiers as i commence my attempt to survive another day. it will take hours to regain my sanity all the while questioning the purpose of assimilating back into the dungeon with the general public. it behooves me to find one positive reason i would want to join the rank and file again. to plug back in to that horrendous grid i escaped oh so long ago. i grow weary of my own thoughts. ignoring those voices slowly i regain my footing. having resumed my pleasant demeanour i plant roots hoping they’ll take hold. i attempt to return back into the vacuum of my existence. i fail and much to my displeasure exist as i always have. i sit lonely.
Written by
Armand Hamouth
aka Maurice Yvonne