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Written: August 26, 2023
Pour Your Heart Out Sponsored by: Matt Caliri
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In a world without walls, emotions run wild.
His creativity soars, such a curious child.
Unbound by meter or syllable count,
Words dance freely, without a surmount.
Embracing nakedness in its purest form
Expression flows, unafraid of the norm.
Yanked naked, in virginity embrace,
The binding belt of chastity finds no place.
In meadows, we sleep quiet and serene.
A pristine haven, free of squatter scenes.
No fighting for rights, with sonnet-crafted homes,
Just literature's embrace, where beauty roams.
Straying from the norm, acolytes observe,
As castles are built, the passion they preserve
Orderly expression, poetic masterpieces unfold,
Safeguarded and treasured, stories untold
Metaphors align, in a specific subset,
Pictures become art—a realm you won't forget.
For those unfit to fly in their confines,
Outside the norm, a vast nebula shines.
A growing quill, flowers from seeds sown,
A power of smell, memories to be known.
The brain may elect to ignore the scent.
But settling into a form is what words must represent.
On this journey, there are no rules to be bound,
Just a burning desire to bear words resound.
Strive to harass the page, ignite the fire within,
Tell someone a mystery; let rebirth begin.
Unbound in verse, we embark on a journey,
Beyond confinement, we find sanctuary.
No wall can bridle our emotions.
Our creativity soars with endless notions.
Ventilated, our thoughts freely flow.
Unbound by limits, we let our words grow.
In this realm, there are no restrictions.
Only the freedom to explore our convictions.
With every word, we break free from the chains.
Unleashing our souls, embracing no restraints.
The power of language, a force so profound,
Guiding us on a path where true beauty is found.
I walk bare feet along the beach,
The waves come rushing to greet me,
They play hide and seek with my feet,
And challenge me to enjoy my best.
The constant music they play,
Serenades my lover to ecstasy,
Dancing to the music of the waves,
Unifies our heart and souls.
The time never waits,
The tide hardly can wait,
The sand sculpture of my beloved waits,
Hoping they would momentarily wait,
and feel the deep love embedded in it.
Sometimes the waves may seem to be beating in vain,
they can't even make up their mind and hold on to the beach,
Even this seems like a victory in defeat,
Trying to succeed is more challenging than the victory itself.
O' my love, I know that you are true.
As true as the sun that shines on your caramel hue.
And the day spent with you is adequate with delight.
And is consistent under the splendid night.
I grieve only of the moments that rushes by so quickly.
I hunger for the moments to come, although to briskly, for
they are the moments when I only hear the sweet melody of a song,
for they are the moments that I sincerely know where I belong.
O' my love, I know that you are true.
As true as the blue sky.
As true as the birds that fly.
As true as the sun-kissed daffodils.
As true as the rain that hits against my window sills.
As true as the spring breeze that lovingly stirs the plump foliage
and lifts the hem of my skirt.
As true as God's green earth.
O' my love, I will be true to only you.
For I love you even with your swollen waist and kinky curls of gray.
For I love you even though your steps are frail along the way.
For my love is true, if you falter in remembering.
I will be there to point out everything.
O' my love so true, when our ending hours are near, do not
give in to the fear. I will be here beside you, my love, my love, my love so true.
copyright 2017 Looking At The Light From The Bottom of The Lake.
When trying to grasp thoughts through our mind’s haze,
It’s like trying to escape a thought maze.
As the bits and pieces accumulate,
How will they connect, how will they relate?
We try to relate them to things we know.
Each thought should be placed right where it should go.
So many topics to assimilate,
We constantly add and have to update.
Without clear focus they may lose their flow,
By first burning to bright then losing their glow.
Without definition, they will not last,
Some good ideas will drift to the past.
Give each thought it’s time, make sure it’s defined,
It will be its best when finely refined.
I look across the bed… you’re not there… you’re dead.
I look across the bed and see…you’re no longer next to me.
I reach over and try to feel your skin,
and remember all the joy there had been…
but my hands come back empty…trying desperately to hold on,
barely clinging to life now that your gone.
And I let out a cry I’m quite sure heaven hears,
Or will it linger in limbo for all of my years.
How lonely this bed, where imprisoned I lay.
How long can I take this day after day?
They say that in spirit your right next to me.
But that is no comfort for it’s blackness I see.
They say that it’s time to move on with my life,
But they have no clue of my pain and my strife.
You were my best friend, my angel, my love,
You were hand picked for me from above.
You were the one who’s soul I adored
Whatever I did you were there to applaud.
You alone knew me inside and out,
And the love that we shared left no one to doubt.
For you were my angel sent from above,
To care for, to lean on, to cherish and love…..
So I’ll go back to bed where imprisoned I lay,
And hope for a joy that visits someday.
ME
Me: By Oladeji aka Vicki Acquah
Because I am only
ONE of my Kind.
And refuse
to Abort my mission..I ask..
Could I have been a little more
religious
patient
tolerant
willing
agreeable
softer
sweeter
easier
diplomatic
could I have gone along to get along,
be a softer place for hard asses to land.
Could I have been a little less
Difficult
Opinionated
forgiving
fault finding
expressive
extreme
Blunt
Truthful
Yes... I could have...
But then where would that leave you?
That would not have been me,
And as you can see
There's enough of them
Carbon Copies....
....And they are not changing a damn-thing.
And then there's me...
Me: by Oladeji Vicki Acquah
See them gathering around in the street whispering about the strong man’s defeat; see them running up and down the lane badmouthing the dog that is walking around in the rain.
They are armed with rockets and guns and the Kanine dog is on the ground looking for the dude on the run; it has captured it’s horrendous smell and has cornered it around the well, the houses on the other side of the lawn is covering him until the break of dawn.
See them coming in droves with weapons piled on top of their boats; they are circulating the black sea with snakes wrapped round the poles and bull dogs guarding the iron door.
The assault is about to start and the minstrel is pacing around in the dark, sticks on drums rhythm in the guns and missiles is raining from the north west choking the life out of the living dead. The East is on fire and the north and the south is bending the wire, the west is holding strong as it scatters the enemies when they come along.
Whose side are you on; I have been asking you this question from the very day we land; you seem to be operating from two different fronts with a mug on your table and an assault weapon concealed in your bible.
You see that bridge over there? Be careful how you cross them, it is laced with Christmas lights and a carriage underneath to turn on the lights. You are surrounded by laser beams and you can see it reflecting on the stream, the temperature is hot and ship is already docked.
Whose side are you on; you are going to sing a colorful song the weak will triumph over the deep and when it is getting cold, we will gather by the fire to warm our soul;
the break through is around the corner and the chain bridge is on fire, and drone cannot move because of disability in its shoes, the wires are disable but the missiles are able.
The ambush is set at the door so covers the areas next to the shore, the drones are done but the missiles are on the run, whose side are you on? We want the “philistine” off our land.!
3.
Oh my beloved come take flight,
Come and join me in peaceful night,
Angel of my heart.
Sing in my dreams beautiful light,
You are such a beautiful sight,
Love’s fanfare does start.
Light of desire you are my dream,
Walk with me by the starlight stream,
Come now I implore.
We share our love in moonlight beam,
Together we share love supreme,
We walk through love’s door.
In Heaven’s glory we both shine,
You are ever my love divine,
We do cry love’s tears.
In joy our temples do entwine,
Your lips they are now upon mine,
Gone now are my fears.
Come lie with me upon love’s shore,
You the one whom I do adore,
Angel of my heart.
06/01/2019
(Within The Depths Of Sapphire Eyes series)
The dream had gone.
When you walked out.
I dare not look into the mirror.
For fear of seeing monsters.
Oh no, it's not me that's the monster.
It's those who have walked on me.
Used me, abused me, including me. " maybe".
I've wondered, can you really love another?
I've always wondered is it humanly possible.
Drugs, yes drugs were my friends. " sometimes".
Tis true, I knew they were false friends.
Just like everything, and, everyone else in my life.
Well now, I see they have locked me away.
They ask me why wasn't I happy there.
But you should have seen those dark gray walls.
They wanted me to mingle, or, play dominoes.
Finally, someone saved me from that hell hole.
It was Joe, the one that knew how to throw a ball.
We were married once, he just didn't like my dress.
Didn't like the way it flew up, it was all a mess he said.
I wonder who will bring me flowers when it's over?
April 17th, 2013 Monday 7:30 pm
Sensing that in our life something was amiss,
we beseeched our polarities to entwine
in our heart’s cave, where they may as lovers kiss,
that nodes within us gather under love’s sign,
manifesting boundless rapture, borne by bliss,
as with pulsations of love we so align.
God’s magnetism holds our soul in close embrace,
ignition renewal, at a rapid pace.
We’re touched by Holy Spirit but no one knows,
save our soul’s presence enraptured in delight
and as the benign bliss burn steadily grows,
we’re transfixed in heightened joy by day and night,
for we are in the boat that God Himself rows,
transmuting us here and now as living light.
Such is our secret which with mankind we share,
hoping some pure souls with childlike hearts will pair.