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In the cathedral of time, where seconds drip like holy myrrh on the altar of eternity,
We stand, creatures of light draped in mantles of shadow and doubt,
With golden hands weaving the veil of reality, yet eyes covered by scales of ignorance,
While the Great Weaver watches silently from behind the cosmic curtain.
Our ship of destiny sails on the ocean of infinity, with sails made of unwoven dreams,
Blind helmsmen, crowned with thorns and wielding scepters of smoke, lead us to illusory horizons,
While deep in the hold, pearls of wisdom and diamonds of knowledge wait to be discovered,
Guarded by sirens of doubt and hydras of fear, fed by the tears of our lost hopes.
In the garden of souls, where trees of knowledge stretch their branches towards the sky of consciousness,
We dance a frenzied waltz with shadows of our own unfulfilled selves,
As angels with wax wings and demons with crystal hearts whisper the secrets of creation,
And we, blind and deaf, continue to weave the tapestry of destiny with threads of regret and nostalgia.
The full moon of enlightenment pours its silver light over the temple of humanity,
But the ignored priestesses of intuition and exiled prophets of vision stand in the shadows,
While on the altar, clay idols of mediocrity receive offerings of unfulfilled dreams,
And the smoke of our futile sacrifices rises to the indifferent sky of history.
Yet in the depths of the collective soul's cave, a sacred flame still flickers,
Fed by droplets of hope and the divine breath of our boundless potential,
For we are incarnate stars, carriers of the cosmic code in every cell,
Awaiting the sacred moment when we will pierce the veil of illusion and step into the light of eternal truth.
In the cosmic dance of creation, we are both dancers and music, both stage and audience,
Caught in a mystical hora of becoming, our steps measured by the heartbeat of the universe,
And one day, perhaps, we will remember the primordial song of our divine soul,
And weave anew the tapestry of reality, this time with threads of pure light and unconditional love.
Written: November 24, 2024 for contest Sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann
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In a calyx of ambivalent dreams,
where shadows swirl as silken strands,
I slip through the surface,
a sailboat in a tide of thoughts,
where colors speak in whispers,
and sounds weave a tapestry
of guffaw and sighs.
I am an astronaut,
zipping into a cosmos of canorous clangor
past comets with names such as chimera
and planets blooming with a corpulent deluge
simmering under layers of desultory dust,
each a sun waiting
to ignite an encomium spark.
Footfalls on the ledge of splendor,
swirling in circles,
a kaleidoscope of moments —
jumping from the quicksilver
of a fleeting glance,
to the deep sinkhole of silence,
where time slows to the pulse of heart.
Here, on this canvas of perception,
the boundary of self dissolves,
melting into the esoteric ocean
and excruciatingly eviscerated thoughts
are squid jauntily joined by caring currents,
amber-colored fires dancing on the horizon,
unraveling secrets hidden in their stings.
I chase shadows,
those swift-painting phantoms,
a ghostly gap in gnarled grooves of life,
seeking sincerity in a swirl of sights —
the stillness of awareness,
longing wrapped in vibrant coils,
darkness stitched with fragile threads of light.
In stillness, I stroll.
feeling every pulse evolve into a quilt of colors.
tracing trails tracked by supple notions.
as the clock spins dizzy tales —
my pen touches the sky,
gathering glimpses in gradients of glides.
a jaunt laced with lingering layers.
charting caverns of concealed aspirations.
where wisdom blooms in wild gardens,
Inviting all intrepid inclined to intrude
the twinkling, tantalizing tones
of existence, endlessly entwining
every exhale an echoing essence.
of something that yearns.
to be liberated and let loose.
treasure Life as a precious gift from God
embrace each moment, tenderly, with love
pursue dreams in a land of freedom for all
never lose sight of goals to achieve successfully
share this poignant message with others
who are deemed special in Life for this...
a bottle of wisdom contains the keys to happiness.
absorb the brilliance of Nature's vibrant domain
preserve the environment and creatures who dwell
within the forest greenery ... inhale majestic beauty
observe the pride of Earth's Planet
although attacks have beenwaged to destroy
the fibers and fabric of a lovely tapestry
victory reigns in the human heart and spirit
a bottle of wisdom endows one with power to survive.
cradle your children with hearty hugs and kisses
every moment in Time so they lest forget the
intensity of love ... shower them with deep affection
too much abuse has already been ravaged on those
less fortunate .. left orphaned by War ..
cherish your companion, counterpart, significant other
husband, wife or friend .. they remain the strong foundation
to enjoy abundant living,
all I have written and offered to you who discover
this priceless jewel from the ocean I share in love
always remember love makes the World go round so
hold this motto in your heart ... Love Conquers Life
fall in love with love.
~Linda-Marie SweetHeart
*This poem was written by Linda-Marie SweetHeart on December 7, 2012. She had given a comment to her poem hoping that this message of hers would resonate with every poet because she firmly believed in every line she'd written here. I did not know her but through Anthony's contest, I have been reading the poems of those talented poets who are no longer with us and all of them are amazing.*
The Uncontest Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Anthony Biaanco
In the tapestry of life, needles and threads of gold,
With each sewing motion, a dream takes hold.
Brave and bold,
Each stitch is controlled.
The dawn brings a sweet dew,
As the mist plays peekaboo.
A new day to weave our dreams,
Sipping tea at the café with the Queen.
Delicacies of macaroons and perfect bites,
Beckoning you under the soft, bright lights.
An array of desserts, a sweet tooth’s delight,
So many choices to entice.
The stitch of kindness takes hold,
Building a world of wonder, I am told.
Old worn hands and fingers,
Weaving a bonnet, the touch lingers,
Caressing the stitches as they unfold,
Creating beauty in threads of gold.
Hands intertwined as we say grace,
The tapestry of life is as fragile as lace.
From the day of our birth,
Our breath takes hold on this earth.
For every heartbeat, a dream takes hold,
Whimsical baby steps, one stitch at a time,
Create a magical world of lullabies and rhymes.
Where unicorns and mermaids lull little princesses to sleep,
Little boys chasing each other up the street,
Hero capes used as bed covers,
For sleepy children at sleepovers.
Legos scattered everywhere,
As we tiptoe up the stairs.
A stitch of promise as we take the leap.
Into a deep sleep.
To a world of magic, where fairies and elves
Are stitched in the fabrics of ourselves.
When grapes ripen and flow down barrels,
drunk ancient Greeks abandon morals,
roar accosts their ears from distant cave,
ushers season of feasting and rave!
With every roar spreads odour of wine,
with it fear! he is coming to dine!!!
wander not far, nor be lured by smell,
when he comes to hunt... no one can tell!
When in the deep forest all alone,
just your rapid heart beat to atone,
silently creeps your death towards you,
no rustle, no feather, not a clue!
When vicious claws sink in, your flesh burns,
your scream is lost in a roar that churns,
flash of golden yellow with spots black,
mythical panther is on your back!
Feel his smooth fur, his mouth your blood drips,
pity not self, with death come to grips,
you stare into his eyes amidst spots,
watch being devoured, like it or not!
Your brief swift sojourn in history,
a spot of dust on time’s tapestry,
he has wandered the forests for long,
when he finds you, to him you belong!
Panther (Legendary Creature) contest
sponsor Julia Ward
Written 6/October/2020
did not win.
9 syllables in each line
Dionysus or Bacchus, The god of wine and fertility in greek mythology, rides the legendary panther! who feasts on wine and breathes out an alluring smell that brings him the prey! With a panther you do not know you are being hunted, till you are being killed.
From Maurus' shore, a tide arose,
not of ocean, but of faith,
and shadowed Iberia's sun-kissed coast.
Moor, a word that held a continent,
a tapestry of Berber, Arab,
threaded with the blackness of the south.
They came with astrolabes and scrolls,
with sciences that bloomed in desert heat,
and gardens that remembered paradise.
Cordoba, a beacon in the darkened age,
where knowledge flowed like Guadalquivir's grace,
and minarets pierced the azure sky.
But names are fluid, shifting sands,
a Roman echo, broadened by the tongue,
to encompass all who bowed to Mecca's call.
From Lanka's spice to Philippine isles,
a label stretched, a simplification vast,
forgetting faces, histories untold.
And now, a whisper in America's heart,
a claim to roots, indigenous and deep,
a seeking for belonging, fiercely held.
Across the ocean, in a different guise,
the moor, a landscape, wild and windswept,
heather bloomed, a purple, silent reign.
The peaty earth, a memory of rain,
a stark reminder, beauty born of hardship,
a connection tenuous, yet somehow there.
Moor, a word that echoes through the ages,
a riddle wrapped in history's embrace,
a reminder that identities are fluid,
and truth lies buried, waiting to be traced.
In that timeless realm, O Cosmic Sister, our love at the helm, where time stands still-
our love becomes the canvas,
the enzymes, the film.
Each fleeting heartbeat -a brushstroke, ballast,
as devotion paints the sky "magnifique",
eternal hues, in her eyes, a sparkling dye,
in divine critique.
Forever entwined in the sacred weave, are we,
pointed out
accusingly- for our audacity of being,
Wildren, free.
Fabric of love’s tapestry stretching beyond reach,
the cosmos in our conspirasea.
She tosses her hair like a tidal bloom,
cascading through moonlight's embrace,
embracing his imaginuity.
Each strand a whisper of secrets shared of space,
a dance of shadows in the quiet night,
scenting in front of his face.
To implicate our souls waltzing in our amore',
entwined like vines of image-traced,
growing wild under the stars' watchful gaze,
divine,
wine.
This celestial balance, a paradox of grace,
shines here, impossibly, a beacon in the dark,
echoes reverberate purple reveries -
through boundless time, in everspark, soliloquy.
“Fate’s forefather, the architect of dreams,”
her voice, a melody, a soft caress,
giving golden meaning to her means.
Does she know the power of her woven words, her movement of swords?
He wonders if he’s dreaming,
caught in her wake, a tempest of wonder,
her fluidity sketches contours on his soul,
each curve a promise, a link unbreakable, plunder-
unraveling currents of longing tear.
Her levitation magnetism gravitation pulling him near,
an everlasting tug-gondula through love's deep seas,
seven thunders,
O my Liege, she has pulled me under.
A cosmic genesis, our entwined destinies,
an aurora of fate lights our journey ahead, beaconing-hybrids true, tried.
Lines of purpose etched in starlit skies,
we traverse this dance of time,
Forever woven together in this sacred realm,
here, where moments pause, and love reigns supreme, love at the helm.
Where time stands still, we, at our please,
on our knees
as we feel.
Beneath my window, velvet dusk spills wide-
A tapestry woven with silvered eyes, old as longing.
Tonight, I lean into the hush, the playful tension
Of being seen but never fully known.
The stars tilt, ancient storytellers in their scattered court.
With every shimmer they gesture, inviting secrets to dance.
I feel their whispers rush down, a gentle cascade:
Tales of love pressed between shadows, lost promises
Drifting like petals into the dark. Hope-fragile, mischievous-
Flickers in the seams, daring me to believe again.
Their light slips through my curtains, soft as a memory
That trembles at the edge of sleep.
It stitches my heart in silver thread, reminds me
How laughter and tears are both born from longing.
Each gleam is a pulse-a reminder that sorrow's ache
Exists alongside joy, that my soul dances in their reflection.
But their silence-oh that delicious, aching silence-
Holds mysteries nestling deep within the velvet.
What secrets do they cradle, just out of reach?
I sense the questions swirling: Is hope always enough?
Does loss ever loosen its grip?
They don't answer, yet the hush sings.
A playful dare, a tension spun between knowing and wonder.
So I gather their whispers in my arms, cradle the stories
Passed from one woman's heart to another.
I am part memory, part wish, part wild laughter
Braided into the unending dialogue of stars.
Tonight, the sky is both a mirror and a mystery-
And I am listening, always listening, for one more secret
To shimmer through the darkness and find me.
Have you ever paused to skim a stone,
Seeing the interplay of physics, frolic and force?
Have you ever driven to a place unknown,
Meshing technology, wanderlust and law?
Have you ever danced with your own,
Moved by rhythm, play and gladness?
Has ever a moment’s passion shown
You your part in the infinite pool of being?
What string of happenstance brought you, alone
To here, this spot, reading this?
Whatever your answers, whatever their tone,
They matter not a jot!
What matters is that you have grown,
Feeling joy as part of the infinite intricacy;
Delight that the universal tapestry has been thus sewn.
Street Vendor (Shouting): Fresh fruit! Mango, papaya, all ripe and sweet!
Executive (Dictating): To whom it may concern, regarding the recent...
Teenager (Texting): OMG! Did u see the new meme? LOL!
Grandmother (Humming): A lullaby from a forgotten time…
A child's delighted shout: “Look, Mama, a rainbow coming out!”
All (Clashing): A cacophony, a symphony, a market of tongues!
Scholar (Whispering): Heteroglossia, the chorus within,
Each voice is a thread, a social spin.
Highbrow, lowbrow, a vibrant fray,
Meaning shimmers, born of the play.
Politician (Booming): Together we stand, united and strong!
Activist (Chanting): Whose streets? Our streets! Fight the wrong!
Lover (Sighing): Your name, a whisper on my lips tonight...
All (Clashing): A cacophony, a symphony, a market of tongues!
Poet (Observing): Discord and harmony, a tangled song,
Where language dances, righting and wrong.
A tapestry woven, rich and alive,
The human chorus, forever to strive.
All (Fading): The voices mingle, a murmur, a sigh,
Heteroglossia, the voice of all in unison, beneath the open sky.