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It is a thorny impossible situation. No one is talking, eyes are red, feelings are not being shared. No one knows who to trust. Whoever did this is either a friend or an enemy, and no one except the killer knows
which. We are moving around each other with distrustful glances, suspecting our best friends, our cousins, our coworkers. Hoping we are wrong. It is a trying time, and it does not dissipate for months. Death is bad, but murder is somehow worse. We are on autopilot, jumping at loud sounds, never fully the same.
Paralyzed by fear
Never fully fixable,
We suspect our friends
Written for Mick Talbot's Haibun Contest
on June 25, 2018
Written: March 31st, 2024 for Matt Caliri Coagulation Contest
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Finally, my blood began to coagulate;
I am initially concerned over poor fate,
Right away, I would lose a lot of blood.
Rich red hues wisely swing to warm tunes,
Every one of my atoms is as yours in pure gold,
When I xerox a warm lawn, I lie down and loiter.
Oh, what a tangled-up issue I had,
When I failed to tie a necessary knot,
But I need avail knotting a loop,
No one knew how to tie the exact knot I sought!
I hope my last breath is a grateful sigh
There's tightness in the core of my spine,
A knot bound with vibrant fuchsia rope,
That I've never managed to sort out.
A few nodded and hid my anxious gaze,
Some have enjoyed tightening it,
Skilled seafarers with stunning ties,
It allows a Full ship of pain and anguish.
Unrestful, between,
Dawn-to-dusk scars
Torn glimpses ooze riddles,
Flashes of a vacuum,
Thorny puzzle to soak,
To a soiled hook as hefty as my body,
Surrounded by bitter words and nails,
Untying harsh knots was never desired.
No one pulled an anger rope to set it free,
My sigh was not pulled out carelessly,
Longtime guarding in my throat,
Nobody has freed me.
FEAR FACTOR
Fear of failure, frightened of ailment or afraid of loss?
Scared sensing insecurity or apprehending harm or defeat to admit?
Fear may attack severe or chase close off and on.
Dear! Fear all around far or near, known or unknown.
But not to allow domination on your journey.
Fight fast with fright, acquire strength and courage to overpower.
Fear is friction on uneven thorny rocky path of life.
Drive car of confidence on wheels of labor smashing fear.
Steer with vigor, zeal to show direction to reach goal.
Break claws of paws of awe: You are awesome fearless.
01/22/19
'10 words, 10 lines Free Verse 1' Contest by Lu Loo
NARCISSIST PRIDE
He knows he caused her distress & stress,
Yet chooses silence, though he's a mess.
Within his heart, a tempest brews,
Regret and anguish he can't refuse.4
But his ego, like a shield, remains,
Suppressing remorse, embracing his pains.
Within solitude, he cries alone,
A tortured spirit, his heart turned stone.8
He'd rather suffer, a silent plight,
Than humbly seek forgiveness, contrite.
In silence, he bears the weight of remorse,
A self-inflicted punishment, a twisted course.¹²
But the girl he injured longs for his plea,
A heartfelt apology to truly set her free.
Yet, trapped in his narcissistic hall,
He wallows in his prideful thrall.¹6
He chooses his thorny path instead,
Leaving the girl's heart heavy with dread.
Oh, narcissist, blinded by your own reflection,
Release your ego and seek reconnection.²°
For in apology lies the bridge to mend,
And in humility, a chance to comprehend.
Let your tears fall, not in solitude's demise,
But as a catalyst for heartfelt apologies to arise.²4
VICK MANUEL POETRY {VMP}
FORM: Rhymes
Copyright ©? December 2023.
Be not impassioned faith that fails to stay
when driven back and beaten to the ground,
then compensated with a weed bouquet
or self-lamenting gift of thorny crown.
Be not the selfish soul that trips and falls
while treading down the mossy path you've laid -
avoiding faithful friends when last they called
and fearful of the truth you now evade.
Arise and brush self pity from your brow;
you are the child of all that God has sown,
and all the gifts with which you are endowed,
bequeathed from each and all that you have known.
So stay, now humble, in this wind so strong,
respectful of the paths that lead you wrong.
English Sonnet
Wandering lonely through the forest track,
Came into view an old castle at a distance
Its tiled roof and towering spires,
Peered through the thick foliage of leaves
Drawn to it as by a strange talisman,
I quickly walked in its direction
Pacing down a winding ravine,
I stood before a latched gate,
With a creaking sound, the latch gave way,
Letting me into a dilapidated structure
With Gothic windows and arched doors
Its walls were painted grey and white.
The plaster on them bore cracks and marks.
It stood aloof on a small hillock.
The air around bore a strange scent
Owls were heard hooting aloud,
Desolate it was with none to care,
Thorny shrubs grew all around,
And tall trees shut it out from view.
Dark and dreary it stood remote,
What mysterious spell drew me into it,
I still couldn’t fathom
Peeping through its splintered door,
Got a glimpse of the dingy rooms,
Old frames decked the walls,
Shield and armor close to winding stairs,
Sultry was the air trapped inside,
Its floor was covered with grimy dust,
Shadows moved like snakes curling,
Giant bats flew about my head,
Cobwebs hung from the checkered roof,
And strange sounds began renting the air.
I felt a tremor within my brain,
Sparks of fear darted through my vein,
Behind me, I heard a rattling sound.
Turning around, I found the phantom of a man!
Blood curdled within my veins,
My heart ticked off in drumming beats,
Though I wished to run, my legs hardly moved
I grimly sensed ‘the Thing’ upon me,
It tightened its grip around my neck,
Its sharp claws went deep into my throat.
I fell half dead on the floor with two bite marks
On my neck, gaping wide and oozing blood
Placed Third
9. Jan. 2022
A Ghost Story Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Angela Tune
BIGGER THAN MYSELF
When thoughts cease to flow
where does ego go
blowing bubbles of illusion,
creating confusion.
All along tried to pull the trigger
to hit the bigger personality than mine,
so that I can adore, I can admire,
I can depend on a genuine adviser
My idol, my mentor
to venture free in thorny journey of life
or atleast to love on dreamy desire.
I regret not to meet one in my familiar zone.
Searched and searched in vain only to rue.
Though true, interacted lot not few.
If seemed bigger from far,
coming close got shocked to look at small aperture.
All around small pebbles rolling stumbling, mountain not to reach.
In the last phase I had to realize silhouette of ill fate
overshadowed me, being bigger than myself.
May be aromanticism floating in my heart
or narcissism is bubbing in my blood.
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02/02/19
Third Place
Re-edited on 05/10/22
‘Bubbles of Illusion’
Contest by Unseeking Seeker
Faith is the substance of things hoped for,
the evidence of things not seen.
I feel the wind gusting across my skin, lifting my hair. Unseen but I can feel the evidence of the wind
and see it in the gentle sway of the meadow grass. I choose to believe, daily, to have faith in God, like the unseen wind.
I've been given answers to most of my questions through study and the Holy Spirit. I leap upon any assumed discrepancy or contradiction I come across. I've found real, solid answers. Each thorny question has been untangled, making the path ahead ever sure.
One of my main questions when I began searching was,
“Why does scientific fact contradict the Bible?”
The answer is…it doesn't.
People are fallible and therefore our understanding can be mistaken. Interpreting the Scriptures is necessary… Just as in poetry there is symbolism and there are phrases that should be taken literally and others figuratively. After all, God is the creator, the master scientist and artist. The laws of science we understand today, and those we will only discover tomorrow, were God's laws first!
When God formed woman it says he took the rib from Adam. Rib in the original Hebrew is translated from a word that means, “curve.” We know now that gender is determined in utero through DNA, a pattern on the helix CURVE. I don't believe God created a female from Adam's rib,but that he took the female DNA from Adam, and formed Eve. Science isn't new to God, we are new to science!
Finally, not only is faith based on knowledge, understanding, choice, and the evidence of things unseen... it is a matter of the heart.
I believe in God, Jehovah, I feel his love for me in each sunrise, in the feel of my daughter's hand on my face, in the embrace of my husband. I feel that love reflecting off of me, giving me so much love for my fellowman.
I believe in God because I've seen the evidence of the things I hoped for. God has shown himself to me, allowing me to understand the love letter he wrote to us, in my heart, my mind, in my body and soul.
Rumi Quote "Doubt is a precipice on the way to God. Blessed is he who is freed from its bonds."
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Walking toward the edge, facing a gray sky,
Paradise magnificence is dazzling below.
Goals are shrouded amid dense, rimy snow,
Amid scarlet stones, serenading scary lullaby.
Mountain summits catch nascent sunbeams,
Time for either primal bitterness or delight.
Flagrantly feeling fearful of a factious fright,
Falls fully into the recess of sliced streams.
Positioned on the edge of annihilation,
I was looking into the distance of my mind.
I am seated and pensive, on muse behind,
Have I the resolve to move toward obligation?
Yeah, the road ahead is all thorny and broken,
So I'm trapped, admiring it from a distance.
However, I am unable to reverse my insistence,
for the route I've taken is empty and betoken.
I've no action as to dwell in confine of truth,
Observing dread and splendor of doubt.
Skilled in leaving to safety despite flout,
Wish to dive into the dimness, still in my youth.
Fear the ambiguous; it is nothing but dread,
If not brave enough to tackle a rough path.
As I felt anxious at this point, unfit to lath.
Still, what path can I decide to sail ahead?
Should I return to weird safety or leave?
Is the charm of the enigma alluring to me?
What can I do? not a clear path to foresee
Yet, such ways will always be a lie to weave.
But I must purport to persist on this precipice.
Hinders the impending gravity of genesis.
The stars are black tonight
They understand this indigo grief
to honor you, they dip their crowns
into the inkwell of infinity.
The stars are black tonight
mood pared by garish green
even the sun tastes of old dried blood
a heart wedged between tide and reef
the stars are black tonight, my love.
Will I ever embrace the grace of truer days,
when you coddled a nearly dead beloved pet
gave your time and lunch to that raggedy gent...
The thickest of your defenses stripped of all veneer...
The stars are black tonight, my dear.
This night lies, queerly tilted in the mind.
I've dreamt of you in thorny places
that I'd never care to seek nor find.
I'd much rather go completely blind; the stars are black tonight, my shine.
I imagine your skin kissing the cold earth.
Rain waters tickling that red kelp hair
swaying to the drumbeats' blight.
Of the final rest, there's no respite
The stars are black tonight.