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Written: June 19, 2023
As our lives absquatulate through flux,
Of an eternal syndrome, pain, and happiness;
We waltz upon the stage of life crux.
Caught in the rhythm of this cosmic madness.
Every stride we bear is a zone of life's symphony.
A dance of delight and sorrow in utopian harmony.
The melody of laughter, the cadence of tears,
We sway to the music, conquering our fears.
With each twirl and spin, we embrace the highs and lows.
Without one, the others cannot grow.
The sweet notes of love, the bitter chords of loss,
Together, they create a masterpiece, our life gloss.
In the depths of our being, a battle does ensue.
An emotional war between soul and heart is so true.
The soul yearns to soar, to embrace the infinite,
While the heart seeks solace, a love that is intimate
The soul, akin to a bird, longs to soar in flight.
To explore the vastness of day and the beauty of night.
But the heart, as an anchor, holds it down.
Afraid of the unknown, of the heights it might drown.
Find peace in harmony, and adopt life's bitter lessons.
The soul learns to listen, and the heart learns to question.
Through proofs and tribulations, they learn to intertwine.
To embrace the contradictions to seek the divine.
God bless the world
Bless my days oh God
Cos the world is so hot
The cost of freedom
Now takes a life time
The sons and daughters
Of the universe
Are too busy destroying
What they can't create
It is a hot planet
Instead of a heaven
God bless the world
Bless my day oh God
And keep me safe
From the dangers
Of the world
I can't call humanity back
But I can always remind
The world of it benefits
So let my life be a testimony
To the broken hearted
Let my words be a healing
To the unfortunate
I can't change the damages
Of mankind
But for sure
I can let my pen bleed
To the unknown
Faith in a world infinite,
Where no one alive has ever set foot,
Whether real or illusory,
Makes death less scary,
And leaves life not dreary.
It is like a leap into the unknown,
With the spell of eternal life,
Ever alluring and bewitching us-
A balm to lives arduous,
And an intoxicant to the pious.
With the slow closing of our eye.
We believe, we enter a life infinite,
Where neither sadness can reach,
Nor sighs to smother our breath.
Soft and sweet will be our glide,
Through ether like a tiny bird.
Fluttering on wings invisible,
Soaring to heights infinite,
And into times uncountable, which we call Eternity,
Where on and on flows time’s ceaseless tide.
Why scoff it as the fancy of a fevered mind,
While the mystery of it, no mortal could ever unwind?
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March.3. 2023
Writing Challenge ‘I’ Words Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Constance La France
Stepping out into the collective,
My soul choosing the directive,
I selectively choose my way.
Letting my imagination play,
Straying thoughts catch my attention,
As more enter my dimension.
I see a reflection of ascension,
My body is feeling the tension,
Your intention my only impression.
As I dive into another lesson,
An energy expression session,
Consciousness intersections,
Set up for interventions.
As we venture into the unknown,
Growing together in time,
Our interaction climbs,
Intertwines,
A new twist to the vine.
Exchanging with the Divine,
Your energy is mixing with mine,
As I begin to find new emotions,
Different thoughts within my mind.
Standing behind my truth,
I let them all through,
Transmuting them too.
Giving you a better view,
Something you can hold on too,
To direct the stew of emotions,
Pouring from this ocean of energy,
The collective gets from me.
I adapted to my pain
And felt it's existence no longer
Sometimes facing the unknown
Makes it less a wonder
My mockery became my amour
And yes! it shielded me
For in the absence of the sun
The moon must learn to shine
A thousand times did I crawl
In the dark
And collided with unseen objects
Still now I run in the same darkness
And need not any light
In this scar was a flesh so broken
I never thought could heal
In this night i was once asleep
And never dreamt to be awoken
But of all things said and done
And for every hurdle come
I have put a foot ahead
And steadily I count my steps
I was that seed buried and forgotten
I was that onion that once was rotten
Yet in my rot did I germinate
And out of the ground I propagate
BY: Adams O Elizabeth
Lizdiamond world of poetry
When we're under duress, sick with
worry and fear about the unknown
or about situations beyond our control
it's easy to lose all sense of perspective.
But one thing we can control is our breath.
It's indeed true, we're currently living
in a scary world that seems like it's all
coming apart at the seams...
but's important not to panic
We must cling to hope and optimism.
We must all stay calm and have faith
for God will get us through these trying days
We must remember to breathe, because all
will be right in the world again, eventually.
Continue with life with an abundance of caution!
Never hold your breath! Let it all out. Woosah!....
Date written: 03/21/2020
Swirling gases and gigantic clusters of floating rock
black-holes and supernovas and radioactive dust,
the pinnacle of all imagination living magic and void from adaptation or joint celebration
gravity's fabric cuddling the weight of all creation.
Spinning in numb service for the unknown purpose
the cornucopia of wonder and fear.
Will the mind even conjure the wisdom of thou?
desperately waiting for reason seeking out?
Or shall we ever wallow in worn theory,
waiting for a trained genius to add to this story
Or will death allow the cheat giving us our comforting complete,
or will we retreat back to logic's feet and find we are just
mere accident all bacteria, atoms just freaks!
Either way it's magic and welcome when in nothing.
the smashing of need the screaming of invention and happening
the living canvas ever added and amended, ever made and forgotten.
Consumed and cemented a dancing pattern each to their own the
Ceaseless ripples of organized chaos drift us more from home.
And every conclusion the same the black hole and life again.
What I would tell someone young about the topic
In those moments of philanthropic
Number one would be
It will happen to you automatically you’ll see
Number two would have me say
Live life day to day it will happen anyway
Number three without a doubt
Enjoy each day with glee and feel free to shout it out
Number four is a golden rule
Stay in school and don’t be a fool
Number five you cannot skip
Sorrows will come and go though sometimes they are just a blip
Number six is all about trips
I mean those far and wide, not the kind that can end up in ticks
Number seven for those that care
Live long and prosper and always share
Number eight don’t hesitate
To see outside the box and co-create
Number nine if you have time
Leave a legacy that will shine
Number 10 to remember
Take family and friends alongside for the ride
Number 11 on your way to heaven
Express gratitude at every interlude
Number 12 will help you delve into the unknown
It is remembering that you are not alone
Number 13 is a must and goes beyond lust
It is to love till dust to dust
Andreas Simic©
storm clouds relentlessly
crashed on rock bottom
with the only crack dragging
wreckage and carnage through
a trapdoor into oblivious fog
gruelling sediment confined
a rotten Self of incarceration
the stakes were high
for being impaled
a sizzling cauldron
waiting for a sumptuous feast
manna from hell and a spell
on the barbed wire walls
just behind the firing squad
gift of despair cajoling
hope from the darkest
of abysmal recesses
a balancing act on a
thorny yet slippery cross
one road leading to nowhere
the other painful but promising
no middle way to be had
between death or surrender
fear of the unknown certainly
better than certain demise
Phoenix just be aware of
of the message of Icarus
then the moon will be
waning and waxing
in perpetual motion
dancing into the light
A decision, a choice, a journey into the unknown.
Loss of rationale, uncertain, hope becomes wind blown.
A gamble, a threat, a tear or a reason to rejoice.
A journey into the unknown, a decision, a choice.
Enter the desperate, and the brave, those without a care.
Consequence a mystery, its onward for mortals who dare.
Hidden behind the door, the unwanted or what we crave.
Those without a care enter the desperate and the brave.
Too risky to take a chance, so wait for a door that's open wide.
Perceptions of what lies within, the uncertain door does hide.
Its easier to sit it out than make the effort to dance.
So wait for a door that's open wide, too risky to take a chance.
Opportunities gone by, and the outcome will never be realized.
Was misfortune hidden beyond that door, to be despised,
Or riches beyond the wildest of dreams to make hopes high?
And the outcome will never be known, opportunities gone by.
Life is what you make it, and there is nothing totally certain.
The answer is not to hide behind a safety net, throw back that curtain.
You wont score a goal, if you dont take a shot, step up and take it.
And there is nothing totally certain, life is what you make it.