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For Constance's Serenity poetry contest 06-12-2026
" The breeze (divine breath) at dawn (when the veil between heaven and earth the thinnest) has secrets to tell you. Don't go back to sleep." Quote by Rumi
Serenity at dawn, peace's touch
Each animal's breath flows
River's hum in a gentle rush
Each waking sound sage knows
Now a shroud mist drapes hills in fog
Its cover blocks sight below
The verdant meadow a soft hue
Yes, time my spirit grows
Each time I go out on the porch
I feel I meet God there
Won't you come too my lovely dear
I long to meet without care
God pours out His love still at dawn
I feel His presence touch
Come my love talk to me out there
Need your presence so much
Tell me all your plans this day
The dreams you hold inside
Are there no clouds upon your horizon
No storms to ruin your day
tell god all your wishes for the future
Talk about the good times that will be had
you plan out your retirement
for the sunset of your life
with sunny holidays on tropical isle’s
And the grandkids you will hold tight
Lots of money in your bank account
and a roof above your head
designer cloths and brand new motor cars
Is what you see a future that’s bright
But all the time god is laughing
As that’s not written in his plan
Will he spill the beans
and let the cat out of the bag
or just listen to your prayers and wishes
and then give out a massive belly laugh
Just how many babies
Are swapped at birth
With a look alike other
That other being
Some demon or some
Illegal Alien exchange program
Being covertly done
Right under our very noses
In broad daylight
In maternity wards worldwide
I should know
Being born with bi-fid thumbs
And six toes on each foot
Yet, it has to be my sister
She's wicked smart
Perhaps, too smart for her own good
And she has a big head
She’s got to be one
Of course, what’s a little culture shock too
Beings' stranger in a Strangeland
After walking the long long walk
Can’t even talk the strange talk
Seeking asylum from oppression
Seeking the land of Liberty
Feel free to wear their worn-out sandals
They’ll gladly trade for your Michael Jorden Nikes
Then again, maybe the exchange comes later
Some babysitter’s smuggling ring
Except she promises to turn your little rascal
Into an angel, for real
Still criminal but God ordained
Late at night
on our favourite bench
we sit beside the shimmering lake
as hand in hand we talk in mellow undertones;
wrapped in moonlight’s embrace we kiss, a taste of burgundy lips,
hearts beating to the rhythm of the lapping waves – a lovers’ serenade.
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Paul Callus ~ 24th December 2014
Contest: Enchantment through a Prism
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
(3) Moonlight Serenade
Placed: 4th
I’m on a beach on Maui, beautiful surf and sand
Gorgeous bodies right in front of the Grand
A couple over there, perfect tens the pair
Loving life out in the sun and air
Quick glances and some stares
I remember that look when you were near
I miss you like crazy… you loved the beach so…
You’re in a better place now.. eyes closed I know…
The young family next to me, so happy it shows
That used to be us, seems long ago
Our kids are older now, they’re still such a blast
I’m so lucky to have them, not living in the past
The nest will soon be empty, many good times had
Not easily forgotten, never sad
I miss you like crazy… you loved the beach so…
You’re in a better place now.. eyes closed I know…
I’m sure lonely on a crowded beach
My next step is still out of reach
When you were here the world was mine
With you gone I have trouble ‘being fine’
I visit the tree with the view that we found
I talk to you there cause i know your around
I miss you like crazy… you loved the beach so…
You’re in a better place now.. eyes closed I know…
I’ll move on they say, it just takes time
I know you’re telling me to, but it’s tough to unwind
My love for baby, it will never be the same
I guess that’s why time has to heal all things
I miss you like crazy baby… you loved the beach so
You’re in a better place now.. eyes closed I know…
Miss you like crazy, baby… I’ll be with you some day…
This I know….
If i could talk with Kelly.? What would the convo be.? About; the times he ranged the
Bush, shot his own game; and tuckered free.'
He was only young, a hero now.' Who handed back
Mortgage papers, he'd liberated WOW.' good
Action Ned, you did not just sling lead! And
There ' were also some lowlifes who wanted
You dead' I reckon what Ned would answer me.' Is i did, what I could with what I had the
Rest is history..Had a few more stood? We
Would have shattered the chains.' That held
Us under, I reckon thats pretty plain.' Do you like
A drop of whiskey..I'd have to offer him you see.? to
This free strong Aussie spirit, I'd say that he'd agree'
We both could take a shot.' And i would embrace the man, who rode really With his
Familiy, rode against an (evil gang) made up of
Some blackgaurds.. they called themselves
Victoria constabulary, they would oppress, and shoot
And hang; way;way too many.' Not the type who worked
For real peace, they hired cannibal black trackers, that said upon Ned should feast.' No wonder he was bushranging .' Much better than being eaten, after death.? Yet as we
Know he shot it out..Against a great mob of these scummy
Cops.' Ned you did your best, mate stay at rest
I raise a glass today.' I toast the memory of
Ned Kelly.' One more true hero, of a whole and hard country.!
Dear EveryThing AntiObama Donald,
It is a humbling,
not so Great Again, truth,
is it not?
This statement,
"Don't ever talk to
[or about]
The President
that way"
Sounds and feels much 20/20 different
when you are a belittled
and/or challenged
and/or blamed
and/or shamed President
judged as insufficiently Winner effective,
Than what you may 20/16 see,
and longingly return to competitively golden touch,
when you were belittling
and challenging
and blaming
and attempting to shame
as too multiculturally weak
to be resiliently strong,
without offering a shred of evidence
for your narcissistic bias,
running as a RePublican candidate
against a healthy democratic Presidency.
If you had this Win/Lose divisive Presidency
to do all over again,
how might you respond
to your own now wiser advice?
Don't ever talk
about a multiculturally health-wealthing
democratically inclusive
and cooperative economic
empowering
and enlightening Presidency
that shameful
and WholeEarth unpatriotic
straight white patriarchally privileged
ChosenPerson narcissistic way.
On a life-boat passing through Time, making its way to the island of timely order(s).
Surrounded by death/decay and birth/unmanifested on the other side.
Surfing/Suffering on the waves of Time.
Maybe tonight.
The meaning of words change all the Time.
Unable to find meaning if not rooted in Time.
Counting up or counting down either way you are keeping Time.
Yet taking the Time to Time Time.
If Life is a zero sum game, what's the shortest interval that you have achieved this at?
Millennia, centuries, years, days or seconds ? M-C-IIIVIV-i-d?
Letting go generates space and time thus centering oneself in the present moment.
With precision and ease as in any clockmaker's watch.
The Sands of Time scatter as the hourglass shatters, turning to sand over Time.
Yet Time will keep its own Time.
Unless blocked by these very particles of sand.
Even though the books in the library are buried.
My spoken words will echo throughout Time.
Yet keep running out of sync in this fast changing world.
Acceptable losses by aiding incoherence.
As I await my Trial by Numbers.
I can't promise to understand
the ways of the mind
and the ways we're entwined
with the people we love
There's a vine, so divine
It is there, if we want it~
It extends far beyond what we've known
There are people who claim
they can talk to the dead
Who have climbed through the haze
to find them~
There are people we've loved
who are no longer here
but they still warm our hearts, from above
They carry our burdens, and lighten our loads
They soften our sorrows, and straighten our roads
There are people we've loved
who are no longer here
who will help us see brighter
tomorrows~
Some things are entwined,
but they can't be explained,
yet proven times over, again
We are woven in life
by the strongest of vines
It is made out of love that has grown
It can climb to the stars
where our loved ones have gone~
Not a thing that you say
can deny it away
You may scoff, and not hear what I say
But a vine made of love
from my heart to the stars
is the one that I'll climb…..when I go~
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2//13/16 Contest: "Entwined"
Sponsored by Broken Wings
How lovely to spend time
On a hillock overlooking the bay!
The ruddy sun just warms enough,
So I’ll enjoy my perfect day.
The sea is not perfectly calm.
Waves roll towards the beach,
What are they whispering to the sand?
What thoughts I wish I could reach?
There on the other side of the lake shore,
I spy a fascinating pristine vale
White beeches cover most of the land,
Except for a cottage that stands in the dale.
It is the place I want to go
So I take a leisurely walk
Ignoring the restless harbour bars
Avoiding friends who would want to talk.
The air is fresh in the awesome vale,
I watch a hawk attack a sparrow,
But my mind is on the cottage,
As I wend my way though it is narrow.
She must have sensed I was so near,
As she comes out and there we kiss.
I hear the dulcet sounds of mellow tunes
Euphoria reaches its peak, my mind in a mist.
Inside the cottage lavender perfumed,
She brings me the delicacy of an ambrosial repast.
Satiated we rest on a soft sofa
My dearest love reaches its peak at last.