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Premium Member Winds of a Frozen Wasteland

Winds of a Frozen Wasteland

Winds blowing down the mountain silver capped so cold, 
Howling fiercely with a herculean ferocity rarely ever seen. 
 
A cold snap cuts straight and deep now to one’s very bones, 
As one’s body trembles tremulously teetering toward a fall.
 
Beloved baby black crows roost inside their snug warm nest, 
As a hail-driven breath spits its hardened bullets piercing now.  

On this frozen wasteland of one’s soul—a lone rooster crows,
Seeing, feeling soft sunlight rays stroking his proud chest pure.

He’s puffed up now breathing boldly the brisk cold morning air;
Singing with wondrous conviction true of daylight’s awakening.

This lone rooster knows the gifts of nature’s frozen wasteland,
As the warm sun’s ebullient eyes flash bright inside dark jewels.

A crystal fountain baptized with Heaven’s own purest light,  
Appears as the sun warms a land frozen nightly by the winds. 

Dewdrops cometh forth as those teardrops of life growing anew,
With brightest beginnings for God’s hallowed frozen wasteland!

Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid, A Collaborated Poem 
Copyright © All Rights Reserved – May 1, 2016
(Unrhymed Couplet)
Form: Couplet


Premium Member The Wary Cat and the Hungry Dog

The cat eyed the dog, warily
   The dog licked his lips, hungrily
The cat backed away, tremulously
   The dog edged forward, intimidatingly

The cat retreated faster, alarmedly
   The dog zeroed in on her, aggressively
The cat let out a screech, panic-strickenly
   The dog leaped for her throat, murderously

Let's pause this video clip, momentarily
   And ask a couple questions, inquisitively
Why did the dog want to kill the cat, instinctively
   And why didn't the cat beat a hastier retreat, curiously...

       (Please click to restart the clip)

The dog paused in mid-air, hesitatingly
   The cat sighed a little sigh, relievedly
The dog smiled a faint smile, sheepishly
   The cat me-owed once, tentatively

The dog's smiled widened, perceptibly
   The cat shed a tear, joyously
The dog hugged the cat, lovingly
   The cat basked in his embrace, snuggly

                     Finis

               May 09, 2019
Form: Monorhyme

In Between the Rests and Silences

Rest, stirring heart,
Narrow-minded in your fears, courage close awaits
Though bold your words be, 
Your lack of action gives you away and despairs you
I am amused by your imaginings, 
For simple these worries be,
And strange is your heightened sorrows,
A sadness fit for the about-to-die children,
Begging the snares to let them go...
And yet you have that sorrow...and lovely and safe you be...

Rest your head not on man's shoulder
Instead, lay upon the golden cushions of My word-
Where rains of treasures and fruits gently fall,
Laced with peace-garnished with happiness...

Your brothers share deeply in your concerns,
Alone you never are,
For look! -out upon the beads of leaves,
How they rustle playfully and sway with the breeze
My breath gives them life-
How much than shall I give  thee? 

This I tell you, daughter,
Each lonely soul shall find true love,
In between the rests and silences,
On the very off-beat... on the tip of quietude,
True music tremulously trills,
Flattening all mountains and hills,
Kissing their lowered heads and wiping their glacier tears-
Long-patiented love insatiated

Premium Member Between November and December

November comes down gliding on filmy wings, 
Bringing cool and dank days on her way
Sweet it is to watch the spectacular changes she brings
In a medley of colors, plants and trees proudly stay 

Earth puts on a finery no other season can beat
In glinting flashes, the land and sky look so bright
The delectable pumpkin pie is the season’s favorite treat
As the day advances sunbeams fall in sparks of light
.
Early mornings come covered in snowy mist
Soon leaves nose dive and mournfully weep
The fallen leaves tremulously cry under our feet
As their last goodbye before they finally fall asleep

Evenings turn colorful with sinking sunlight, bleeding red 
Squirrels chatter noisily as they gather nuts in the wild 
As autumn tightens its grip, men retire early to bed
Wind blows all through the month with a temper mild

Soon the air turns chilly with blizzards coming in a row
And winter waits impatient for its icy-cold embrace.
The land will then be covered in a maze of snow.
Even the last flower shall fall and fade from earth’s face

The fallen dead leaves lying in piles and rotting away
And the sound of wind whistling the dirge of November
Bring to me the thought that we must all take leave one day 
Down on earth, fall and rot, thus be fodder for new life ever!


Nov.13.2022

~ Placed First~

November or December Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Caren Krutsinger
Form: Quatrain

Premium Member Ho-Oponopono

Ho’oponopono 

forgiveness a virtue
virtue an attribute
requiring identity 
needing healing
thus choosing
forgiveness 
as a tool

no matter

Ho’oponopono forgiveness prayer
has four seemingly easy steps
softening attention in silence 
first of all we say ‘I am sorry’

ouch!

many stuck at the first step
conceding we have erred
making hearts asunder
for what matters the truth
if love itself stands abandoned

we pause

reflecting that we are all one
the one we love is in anguish
leap out! reach out in embrace
brooking not for an instant, delay 
say, say, please say, ‘I am sorry’

load lightens

our heart begins to tremulously smile
vibrationally, we draw near our love
‘please forgive me, my dear heart’
simply know this: ‘I love you!’

then, the quietus

having stepped forward into the mist
suffused with God’s love vibrations
in gratitude we say ‘thank you!’
lingering for eternity thus 

time dissolves

the void of oneness alone remains
pulsating with omnipotent power
our lower ego mind vaporises
we accept all as they are
transcending the need
to forgive, because
there is no one
here within

save love

02-May-2021


Premium Member Winds of a Frozen Wasteland

Winds blowing down the mountain silver capped so cold, 
Howling fiercely with a herculean ferocity rarely ever seen. 
 
A cold snap cuts straight and deep now to one’s very bones, 
As one’s body trembles tremulously teetering toward a fall.
 
Beloved baby black crows roost inside their snug warm nest, 
As a hail-driven breath spits its hardened bullets piercing now.  

On this frozen wasteland of one’s soul—a lone rooster crows,
Seeing, feeling soft sunlight rays stroking his proud chest pure.

He’s puffed up now breathing boldly the brisk cold morning air;
Singing with wondrous conviction true of daylight’s awakening.

This lone rooster knows the gifts of nature’s frozen wasteland,
As the warm sun’s ebullient eyes flash bright inside dark jewels.

A crystal fountain baptized with Heaven’s own purest light,  
Appears as the sun warms a land frozen nightly by the winds. 

Dewdrops cometh forth as those teardrops of life growing anew,
With brightest beginnings for God’s hallowed frozen wasteland!

Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid, A Collaborated Poem 
Copyright © All Rights Reserved – May 1, 2016
(Unrhymed Couplet)
Form: Couplet

Look At Me

May 8th 2009

take a moment
—to look at me
just one final moment
what do you see?

when you look into my pain-filled eyes
is there darkness?
a sliver of light?
excruciating affliction crashes over me,
do you not see?
is there nothing?
only a blank, impassive face
no significance, no sign
of guilt that smolders inside of me
deadening my sweltered heart

oh how these eyes pour acid rain
incessant dripping in the night
eyelids red and swollen
too miserable to endure
on and on that wretched rain will pour
until there’s nothing anymore

and our cruel silence, that vermin
crawling about awkwardly, unyielding
invading me
dwelling within these withering eyes
that you lackadaisically look upon
in hatred perhaps
or sheer pity

gouge them out of their sockets
they mean nothing
for even the darkness will not blind my heart
my love grows on as my expression dies
time is our enemy now
see how he flies!

look at me
and don’t utter a syllable
simply look
it’s the only way it will cease
a mere gaze
a moment’s peace
be the one to clear the clouds
the filth…
and if you can’t repair my world
replenish the damage
then by your presence
by your life
it will blow the toxic waste away
and clean up the developed grime
that you cannot see

i alone have caused my acid rain
and without you I am nothing
my guilt may devour me
but say nothing and only stare
gaze in wonder
intimately, unfailingly

the dripping is already less heavy
no longer weighing me down
your sun will shine
although you’ll never be mine

i give in…
i accept
my eyes glaze over
in dreariness,
in weariness…
they forlornly droop
tremulously close
stillness overflows
—and my heart slowly…
with much effort
opens

at last
The Rain Has Stopped

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