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The tortuous path up the arduous mountain
of the tormented life you’ve acquired,
needs to be scaled at the beckon of destiny
as the solemn summit awaits you,
you follow the crumbling trail of agony
through the surging storm of strife.
Try to cross with unstinted devotion
the designed gateway God installs for you,
place your steadfast trust on His benevolence
and on His prescribed gift of liberation,
faith will show you the righteous path
in the dark night of sordid squalls.
The raging ocean of turbulent life
heaves untamed waves in grueling tempest,
needs to be sailed unquestioning at His call
and the final ecstatic anchorage found,
so, get guided by His omnipresent beacon
with unwavering dedication.
The dark alley of mortal suffering,
filled with the mist of profound despair,
needs to be lighted with candle of hope,
you’ll retrieve the anguished soul from abyss,
illumined by God’s generous grace,
get suffused with the radiance of divine bliss.
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February 24, 2022
For Inspirational Christian Poetry Contest
Sponsored by : Regina McIntosh
The sparkling dawn lights up
my heart’s ebony horizon,
spreads the sunburst spectrum of yearning,
swathes the facsimile of your floral face.
Your voice composes mesmeric music
with the harmonic cadence of my longing,
fills my forlorn void with vibrant tunes.
How complete I feel as you make me new,
if only you knew.
Wafting on the tortuous trail of melting mirage
when you drift away like the dry sands
of the caved-in collapsing dune
in the desert of deprivation,
I feel direly despondent.
Suffused with the diffused drizzle
of my love in tarnished twilight,
you disappear out of my misty sight
beyond the garden of blooming delight.
Your footsteps trample my emotive flower,
its crumbled petals make a wreath
for my broken heart.
I collect the shards of my life,
strewn in the craving corridor I cross
with the lattice of love lacing the slices of heart
where the shape-shifting dusty guitar
of my yearning quietly weeps
the tune of my melancholic passion.
Losing the remains of longing
in the debris of my derelict heart,
I saunter with cornucopia sullen feeling
to the silent shore of soggy sorrow.
My emotions swirl unbound
like the dislodged rolling sands
in the disquiet tides of secluded time.
On the sighing sea of despair,
made of billion drops of tear,
descends the somber shadow
of the nostalgic night’s slate sky,
split asunder by the cobalt cold flash
of the tormenting thunder,
fading in my wilted memory
in the hazy horizon of oblivion.
On the moonlit sapphire sea shore I walk alone,
longing to have you by my side,
to hear the rhythm of the sequined surging sea
pulsate in my enticed heart,
articulating my silent plea, ‘stay with me’.
The tightening grip of the pandemic
Stifled the livelihood of many
With the daily wagers losing jobs
Mere survival was at stake.
A benevolent NGO opened an outlet
In our locality to provide daily
Food and provisions free
To the needy and the destitute.
Every morning scores of people
Stood in long tortuous line
Under the scorching summer sun
Until the shelves were empty.
In one such morning as usual
The line was moving slow
When someone proclaimed
Lockdown would start from midnight.
People broke the orderly line
Rushed in panic toward the food bank
Soon its shutters were pulled down
So pandemonium didn’t turn to scuffle.
August, 5, 2021
Contest : Panic At The Food Bank
Sponsor : Kai Michael Neumann
Gloom pervades, an empty stillness hovers,
No sound, except the echo of faint sighs,
Rising from a frail chest.
Popped upon white pillows, a small girl reclines
On her sick bed, incapable of sitting up.
Her body down the waist, is wrapped
In a thick blanket to douse the chills of fever.
Consumption has eaten away her vitality
Her sick lungs gasps for breath
Her face, a white paper- pale and bland
Her golden hair lies disheveled.
A curtain hangs dull, half drawn
Waiting for the final pull.
The lady, her aunt who has been with the child
Through her tortuous journey,
Bends down clasping her frail hand
Unable to face the girl’s blank stare.
A yellowing leaf is about to take its downward spiral.
An unseen guest waits for the final embrace.
The faint stirring of life will soon desert her.
Yet love remains, a whiff of cool breeze,
Fanning her fears away with a gentle clasp.
In a critical moment of suffering and helplessness,
No medicine, but love alone serves as balm.
Each blurred stroke unravels the silence,
Of art that speaks for itself~
Man’s vulnerability and hovering sorrow,
Of a life so enigmatic, cast in gloom’s shroud.
The Devil’s watch has started and the time is consummate
A strange and tranquil calmness mocks our terrifying wait
There, just beyond our window moves like fearsome reprobates
A pair of tortuous demons meant all Hell to perpetrate
We will not yield in panic! We will not abdicate!
The oaths we swore, though did not know what fortune could mandate
Then all at once the door explodes like Hell’s infernal gate
And from its raw primordial wound two creatures detonate
A thunderous commotion rings as demons orchestrate
Concussive pandemonium ‘til heads reverberate
Our precious things and property? Just grist to lubricate
The cogs and gears of ruin in their trek to decimate
All supplications fail to slow or cause to deviate
The terrors’ stupefying quest to misappropriate
It seems no thing that we hold dear shall realize escape
Each second’s an eternity, yet hours accelerate
And suddenly as it began, the anarchy abates
Back to their lair they are recalled and though they hesitate
To disobey their Master’s voice they dare not contemplate
So final mischief they perform then through the door gyrate
Perdition’s gate they seal once more, no fear can infiltrate
Now silence will return again and we’ll recuperate
In time the fear will disappear and doubts evaporate
So order once again returns, our world to dominate
Yet in our minds there still exists (though we equivocate)
Confession for the origin of this despairing state
For harsh parental curse once made we can’t repudiate
What went around has come around to now reciprocate
Thus progeny of progeny is ours to expiate
We can’t take back what Nature in its wisdom still dictates
"I hope your children grow up to be JUST LIKE YOU!" still grates
And devil’s laughter is the fee we pay to procreate
Date: December 19, 2018
Contest Name: Give Me Goosebumps Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Nina Parmenter
the nomad in me wanders
a i m l e s s
in the labyrinthine wasteland
of the denuded life,
d e s o l a t e
the sinuous dusty track
takes me ambling
f o r l o r n
to an ambiguous terrain
of obscure nowhere
my soul’s sensual lattice
e n t r a n c e d
migrates mystified
e n t a n g l e d
in the encircling web
of enigmatic conundrum
asks bemused
shall I escape
from the deranged decay of delirium
or
shall I be the embedded in enigma
e t e r n a l
I couldn’t decide
the ingrained imprint
of possessed obsession
i n d e l i b l e
of the obdurate persona
tracing the tortuous track
of the weaving wheel
of the demanding time
winds on its own
out of the tormenting tangle
of the remembrance maze
of the pining past
transfixed in the halcyon horizon
as the menagerie of memory
f r a m e d
steered with the promise
of pervading pride
my beleaguered mind
migrates out of the warren
shows me the pathway
to the fervent fountain
of the euphoric future
f i g u r a t i v e
with the beat of my heart
I break resolute
the invisible blatant barrier
i m p e r v i o u s
you’ve built insolent
with the skeleton of seclusion
around the secret garden
shrouded by the arctic mist
of mind’s fluid feelings
f r o z e n
as the baroque buds
supine on supple saplings
waiting for the sapphire spring
line your garnet garden path
I saunter there
suffused sensually
with the seraphic shine
of the sunburst new dawn
I intuitively wish
before I walk the last mile
our paths will cross someday
in the valley of flowers
entwine eternally
to metamorphose
into posy of passion
e p i t o m i z e d
A coil of the labyrinth winds deep into the night.
A path that is tortuous and falls
into terror turning left then suddenly right.
Something sits in a dark room
pondering the moves of kings.
Hearts imagine a world of fire.
Oppression of governments that are tangled
in the web of the labyrinth, like mist.
The mind of a God-King;
a man of Flesh and
Cyberdreams.
An intelligence that damns all
is spoiled by the blood of the innocents.
The coil of the labyrinth.
An enigma of future kings and minds of turmoil.
An empire of illogic; Chaos in a sea of control.
Coils wind deep into the Darkness…
The beast of myth is built by mankind.
As minds ponder the moves of kings,
the assassination of Queens.
Tangled in the coils of the spine.
A maze is ablaze in holy fire.
Labyrinth; it spirals deep
into the dusky fortress of kingdoms to come.
A torrent path full of dread at every twist and
turn whines deep into the night.
A path that is tortuous
falls into terror
turning left
then suddenly
right.
…a traitorous path at night!
A sullen
sickness
befallen me
from whence
a darkening
ventured
nigh
and stolen
the sparkling
embodiment
features of
stars
in the
gloaming
of the mundane
hovering misery
of shooting
dead stars
aloft my
head
aches now
fevers the whole
of me afire unceasing
as it spreads and
grasp my soul
this simple
cover
to shield
the chill that
stills my blood
like frost to ice and
flits burning back
to hell's hold
temporal
twas
until the
perspectives
exchanged one
to the other who
now lays its claim
and tortuous
name being
Dante
I wrapped
myself and
snuggling in
hopes to shrug
off this biting cold
that locks its icy grip
on my body and soul
if not for the beating
of my heart that it
reassures me
that soon it
will pass
and end
malady
pursual of
my deepening
doctorless gloom
that will drift a parting
long-awaited since at first
my eyes had closed and will
soon be opening to the
welcoming vision of
her striking ascent
prepare myself
for that cure
is here ...
Aurora.
Listless life entangled in the cobweb of frustration
looks for the escaping pathway of dissociation.
Time for me to listen to the earnest call from within,
the enticing echo of music from the soul’s concert.
I reform the constitution of the mangled mind,
let the strained strings of sensual duress unwind,
discover the covert cavern someone makes for me
within the abode of hope, so long out of sight.
When I’m lost in the tortuous labyrinth of living,
search the senile senses for the escape route,
but find the exit door closed, letting me perceive
the released hidden power, tipping the balance.
I follow the invisible trail of unswerving faith,
feel the fostering resurgence of reassuring fortitude,
for at the end of the tormenting tunnel
I see the light of self-determination finally appear.
I’m suffused with the heavenly hues of godly grace
that inspires the Phoenix concealed within me
to rise from the destressing dust of self-defeat
at the divine dawn of reflective renascence.
O wind, a life force travelling wide and far.
I dip down to oceans and ruffle the sea,
O how happy to meander, to feel free.
I access mountains and revere every star,
Hearken to me as I gust so far and wide,
I veer towards valleys, all verdant fresh grass,
Pass quickly through some mountain tortuous pass.
My unchained melody over white clouds ride.
I love to see eagles fly on currents warm
Visit hamlets, villages, communities,
Admire all, their toil and opportunities.
Watch over small birds evading a big storm.
How I prefer the fragrant countryside ways
But I must also travel to frightful towns
Where many sadly live with their ups and downs.
There, sweet lovers are happy and their God praise.