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Dear Heart
My Dear Heart,
There's a bridge from your heart to sunny shores
It spanned a thousand mythical miles
But for some reason, you closed all the doors
And took that walk down the lonely aisles
Nobody knows of your existence
Of a tree that has no branches or nest
Because frankly, you like keeping your distance
And allowing your heart to beat wildly in your chest
That bridge beckoned you for sixty years
And til this day it still stands in mint shape
For you rebelled from your loved ones and dears
Allowing your heart to conspire with your escape
That first step will be a foregone conclusion
You will leave this world a thousand miles away
From the sunny shores amid your seclusion
And then ... your dear heart will rise and ballet
connie pachecho
1/30/23
The Power of One
Computer age impasse...the strength of one;
the fear of stroke of midnight had begun.
One second only, how our lives would change;
our current ways we'd have to rearrange.
The strength of one...one second soon could cause
such catastrophic world events because
computer programs would defy planned charts;
schedules for flights and trains would fall apart.
Communication, electronic needs
would not perform with wrong computer feeds.
All bank accounts would never be accessed
until we could recover from the mess.
One second only from disaster time
when year two-thousand flipped from 'ninety-nine!
Came stroke of midnight...the power of one...
that one feared second...was dissolved and done.
A year-long worry came and went away;
we all recall the fear of Y-2K.
The force of one held humans hostage to
a tragedy that never did come true.
Sandra M. Haight
~6th Place~
Premiere Contest: A Programming Contest - all 'dim ones and zeros
Sponsor: Brahn Bailey
Judged: 11/05/2018
~4th Place~
Contest: One
Sponsor: Rob Carmack
Judged: 09/12/2015
The heavy iron anchors dissolve,
giving up their iron shapes to the black fluidity below.
There is no coast left stubborn enough to anchor this tide.
The currents don’t just pull—they misplace the mind entirely.
We traded the absolute for a handful of the gray shade,
building a gallery of cheap mirrors
where everyone manufactures their own version of the light.
Look up: the sky is relative now,
and the soul’s quiet armor simply unlaces itself under that stare.
We are crowded, yet completely atomized.
Fifty people in a room, each sealed in a drywall box of their own design,
calling the silence peace
while the old, shared altars gather dust in the corner.
The origin story is beginning to rot.
We are intentionally scraping the marrow out of our history,
weeding the damp soil so fiercely
that we kill the very seed that brought us out of the ground.
The big myth split. It shattered into a thousand shallow creeks,
leaving nothing but the raw, tribal friction at our core.
Look at the cathedrals of institutional trust—
they aren’t falling; they are turning quietly to gray powder.
The middle is gone. The edges are frayed like old rope.
Something abstract and unreadable is climbing the numbers in the sky
while the heavy, physical foundations go dark.
An invisible mesh is being woven between the thought and the meat of the hand,
keeping our eyes amused with small lights
while the ground beneath the floorboards shifts an inch to the left.
The macro-rhythm finishes its circle.
It is a simple bending toward the dirt.
Just a tired civilization, sitting in the dark,
breathing on the cold coal,
forgetting the geometry of the spark.
The dark night did his fearfulness arouse,
While flashing-booming-crackling filled the air.
This night of trepidation fills the house;
breath shortened running fingers through his hair.
Dark fear descends the mountain with a scream,
like flames from mouths of dragons, fear burns deep.
He cannot rest, perchance he moves to dream.
There is no sanctuary within sleep.
With every fear that populates his heart,
his head is buried ‘neath the pillow soft.
The fear that stalks his soul will not depart.
“Perhaps this is the last time.” Then he coughed.
Brief reassurance panics, then soon flees.
All hopes and dreams will not his life appease.
"A coward dies a thousand times before his death, but the valiant taste of death but once. It seems to me most strange that men should fear, seeing that death, a necessary end, will come when it will come." ? (Julius Caesar) William Shakespeare
Somewhere among the stars,
she wanders the foothills of Kilimanjaro,
an adventure of a lifetime,
she and her best bud and mate.
Camping in the open
at twelve thousand feet,
every moment is breathless,
every action requires effort.
I delight to think of what she may see
what new perspectives she will gain
from such lofty heights
far above the madding crowds.
And I wonder how she will process the world
when she returns, no longer an explorer;
just a wife, mom, doctor,
with dinner to cook and daughter to bathe.
God, show her the extraordinary,
open her heart to the impossible,
that she might encounter You there,
and tuck you snugly in her heart,
returning home to experience
all the highs and lows of daily life
while hiking the hills of Kilamanjaro with You.
No other treasures have I to leave behind but this: A single noun and a single verb - Love!*
© Demetrios Trifiatis
22 May 2016
* This is my ONE THOUSAND post and for that, I would like to thank all those of you who have helped and inspired me to reach that mark for it is certain that without your support it would have been impossible!
I also thank PoetrySoup for giving me the opportunity to post my writing!
Most of all, I humbly thank our GREAT POET of ALL, our LORD, for giving me health and allowing me some understanding for to comprehend HIS world in an very small degree!
HAPPY NEW YEAR
Appearing Two Thousand and Twenty
Being brave all evils to drive away
Confronting obstacles of every day
Dreams of dormant desire is priority.
Exciting plans to run with new promise.
Forget all mistakes committed in past
Give your best to all around and adjust.
Happy New Year appearing on surprise.
Intense dense devotion ready to soothe:
Journey of life may display a puzzle.
Know your inherent strength to struggle.
Life may be in trouble or run smooth.
Make your family to feel safe and great.
Noble brilliant ideas, prompt to play.
Overcome obstacles coming on your way.
Patience to assist not to get upset.
Quest for best to start on new gear.
Rolled the old year providing new space
Score of past year boosting human race.
To proceed, progress dauntless without fear.
Union of past- present : Both involved
Vow of New Year clearly based on the past.
Worries and wobbling can never long last.
“X”, the unknown you will have to solve.
Yes: Confront and accept any challenge.
Zest and zeal to bring optimistic change.
01/07/2020
Second Place
'New Year's Dreams' Contest by Chantelle Anne Cooke
Abecedarian Contest by Caren Krutsinger
If I could be a raft
I would gladly rescue you
If I could be a branch
I would float as close to you as I could
so that you could grab a hold of my buoyancy
If I were a rainbow I would shine
just so you
would feel hope
If I were a sparrow
I would lite upon the branch near
your window
If I were a Sunbeam
how I would shine down on you
If I were steel
I would be the girder of your house
to make it strong
I would be the walkway that never bends
and shows you exactly the way to go
and what to do
But if I ever was a pathway
I would always bend
If I could speak in a thousand tongues
I would speak to you in Latin
and French
and German
and Norwegian
speaking love in a thousand voices
And I would write
and sing songs
that no one has ever heard before
just to thrill you
If I could do anything
I would be something strange
but I guess I am
I would move waters to always be kind
and remind rivers to stay within their banks
and winds to always blow gently
I would kiss all of the toddlers
and rescue all of the children who are so hurt
I would reach my hand out to hold the hand
of everyone who's lonely
If only I could do anything I wanted to...
I would kiss you
but I can't
So I will dance in the rain that falls gently on my hill and be grateful
I cannot move mountains and I cannot quiet seas
But I can be grateful ...for all the beauty I see
Look at me —
glorious, glowing —
bathed in blue light,
dying slowly with 4G speed.
My soul is buffering.
“Talk to someone,” they say.
As if I haven’t
typed my grief a thousand times
into search bars
and still got no answer
but a smiling emoji.
I know 842 people.
They watch my stories.
But no one remembers
my voice
when it’s not performing.
Connection?
Yes, darling, I’m well-connected —
to cables,
to curated illusions,
to people who’ll send you a heart
but forget you exist
the moment their phone dies.
My loneliness wears lipstick now,
because apparently
pain should be aesthetic.
Even despair must have
a filter.
I posted a cry once —
cleverly disguised as poetry.
Got 217 likes.
No one called.
Isn’t that love in the hyperconnected world?
I smile with my teeth,
but not my eyes.
My inbox is full.
My life is not.
They say:
“You’re too sensitive.”
As if sensitivity is a disease
not caused by this world’s
cold, charming cruelty.
So here I am —
applauding the silence,
dating my own shadow,
sharing reels with the void,
saying “I’m fine”
in high resolution.
Darling, this isn’t loneliness.
This is
performance.
This is
existential comedy with bad lighting.
This is
the echo of a world
that forgot how to feel
but never forgot how to scroll.
I can’t get out of bed
that drink went to my head
will I lose my job today and become famous instead?
There’s spots sprawled on my skin
I’m not looking thin
competition for exhaustion, that’s the one I’ll win
There’s someone on my case
friends forget my face
I think they’re tired of me and my a thousand states
I need a new job because this can’t be all there is
there’s a boy over there, who wishes I were his
I hate what’s in my wardrobe
I have nothing to wear
I’ve had this job for more than two years
yet I still wake up scared
I complain about my status
like I don’t run away
from actually being liked, from people who will stay
I change my hair colour like it’s really a fresh start
I trade my problems for polyester when I press add to cart
I’m volatile and dangerous
I’m soft and I’m too kind
I’m forever chasing myself when it’s myself I can’t find