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Inspired by Bob Dylan's song
"Abandoned Love"
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Your fire burns deep in my ocean,
But where is the ash of its burn?
It's a motion without movement —
A facemask fixed on the stern.
I would rather fight a phantom,
Than see your heart be fully claimed.
I chose you—perhaps at random—
To repair a heart love had maimed.
My heart still jumps into my mouth
Whenever your beauty appears.
And the wind keeps sweeping down south—
Your absence clouds all my mirrors.
You know you live deep in my chest;
Come feel it before I vanish—
Before my world breaks like the rest,
And my love you once more banish.
Before the moon deserts the sky,
Draw me into your warm embrace.
Let my kiss meet your sun on high,
And match you at a perfect pace.
I'll choke to death beneath this veil—
No longer with masks on my face.
Disguise must break out of its jail,
So truth can soar into my space.
I walk where children leave their trace,
To breathe again the freedom air.
Your love has carved a hollow place—
A weight very heavy to bear.
My heart is soft for such misuse,
Though now your love feels make-believe.
Just your smile, and I'll cut you loose;
The game is done—I've got to leave.
Your treasure lies too far to find,
And church won't crown you as my queen.
As no preacher can make love bind;
I need time to completely wean.
It's time I step into the change—
My heart begs for a kinder pitch.
I love you, but the love feels strange...
Just feel me once more—then we switch.
Contest: Dylan Song Tribute
Contest sponsored: Oliver Mckeithan
Contest Judged: June 19th, 2025 12:55:00 PM
Placement: Third
*Image of Mom Playing the Organ by My Family Pics.
Songstress Sings Songs
The Doxology chorus though widely sung owns a verse that
accompanies, although, beyond seasons past, ought of considerable
length be, my wholly FAVE song remained scarcely practiced by the
Christian congregations, albeit, my mother, a gospel composer,
having written many testaments accommodated songs citing
directly from the holy scriptures and being a multi-talented
player of musical instruments, such as; accordionist, pianist,
organist, guitarist, drummer, and ukelele extraordinaire, enriched
her abilities to create a fanfare of adored admirers long after her
passing. Sobeit, a tribute to my mother and her once upon a time,
kids of our former church who have perpetuated her visions in song
as grown adults.
His Name Is Jesus
"There's a name you can call when you're in trouble,
There's a name you can call when you're alone,
There's a name full of Grace,
There's a name to be praised,
There's a name you can call every day,
Je-sus,
Je-sus,
A name you can call every day,
There's a name full of Grace,
There's a name to be praised,
There's a name you can call every day."
*From a mom with Aloha...
2020 August 15
*1st Place*
A spiritual wisdom download
~~Unseeking Seeker: Judged 2023 January 16
I am only one person in a world of many
What can I do to stop the violence of the world
I can refuse to be violent I can refuse to fight
If I refuse to be violent, thats one person less
We are all just a speck in an ocean of many
but if everyone refused to be violent
there could be no more soldiers
there could be no more army's
there could be no more wars
I am only one person in this world of many
what can I do to stop stavation and pain
learn to invest learn to build jobs
parents that have wages
can feed their child
I am only one person in this world of many
what can I do to stop anger and hatred
Remember William Wilberforce
one white man that fought against slavery
one man that fought against the pain
Remember the abolishionist movement
People that fought against slavery
the colour of a man's skin
does not dictate the heart of his soul
remember to love that we all might love.
CONGENIAL IMITATION
Nature and collective idea
not modified by fashion or
by habit, enthroned to day
and dethroned tomorrow.
The artless balance of emotion
founded on propriety,art
emerged into life.An immense
connected well of congenial
invitation unmoved by the clamour
of the crowd not presuming to
exhaust the inexhaustible,
the harmony of the whole
when novelty and feeling warm
a bosom or extort a tear.
From Fuseli lecture to the RA 1801
*A Phrasis is a structured verse where the poet uses selected prose phrases of another writer’s(not a poet) to compile unique poetry therefrom as a tribute thereto,the word phrasis is Greek for phrase.
Listen to me read this and 80 other phrasis on youtube under name of ichthyschiro
Dogs dogmatically guard the home
Sounding the alarm with a growling bark
As owners are alerted to the threat
Miscreants flee into the dark
Cats are categorically useful too
Their mouse-tracking skills renowned
When a feline is prowling on patrol
Rodents scurry underground
But rabbits are a tougher sell
Their herbivore hunting skills quite moot
Unable to save the day or keep vermin at bay
They mostly sit there looking cute
Rabbits are thin-skinned as well
There's one faux pas you must not commit
Please do not call them rodents
Order Lagomorpha is where they fit
Why then do we delight in ours
The doe we call simply “Bunny” ?
It's cuz her antics provide comic relief
When she yawns it looks so funny
Bunny blithely flips her little plate
A curt review of pet shop food
She’s holding out for blueberries or kale
Depending on her mood
Baby carrots and parsley sprigs
Make for a tasty Bunny lunch
She regales us with her table talk:
Munchity, crunchity, crunch
After a hard day’s work, I come home
To my gray-and-white-furred friend
She’ll run to be picked up and petted
And my stresses are at an end
Yes, Bunny is priceless to us
And she certainly earns her keep
Familial duties done for the day
On a little throw pillow she falls asleep
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The Fan
A living tribute Judy Konos
You came and somehow found me
alone and broken and confused.
You saw through my mixed emotions
to a heart that's been abused.
So long I felt unworthy
times I prayed it just would end.
You stayed when others ran away
you became my truest friend.
You helped me hold it all together
all these pieces of my heart.
Then came the day you held me
as I tried to fall apart.
I begged you just to let me be
and leave me in my pain.
Like something in the wilderness
just drowning in the rain.
I saw the look that's in your eyes
through tears you told me no.
The only one I couldn't fight
I couldn't make you go.
And now I'm standing on my own
as I look and still see you.
Remembering those darker days
and all you got me through.
I no longer wonder why or where
or how this all came to be.
I can only hope and pray
you know what you mean to me.
Do not be deceived by this poem or it's meaning.
Judy. I am YOUR biggest fan.
Edwin C Hofert
Upon a grassy hill, so long ago,
our lovely, old Victorian-style home
was built in eighteen eighty-six, aglow
with cozy rooms and firesides burning bright.
So charming were the winding stairs that flared
neath the cathedral ceiling's chandelier.
Outdoors, a rolling lawn and gardens spread
beside a stony brook that rambled on.
A time I still remember- Christmas Day
in nineteen fifty-three- age fourteen then,
and I recall those very special hours
at home, so cozy, warm with my loved ones
of many generations, happily
around the sparkling tree with old-time trim
of bubble lights, glass balls, and Christmas songs
playing softly on the record player.
Extended family- my mom and dad,
grandparents, brother, cousins, uncles, aunts-
spent happy hours, and such a blessed time
was shared as peace and love were felt by all
as I, once the youngest, now the oldest
generation, carry on that spirit
and make traditions last, to someday be
my children and grandchildren’s Christmas past.
Tribute to Mama and Papa
Mama,
I was so sure you would stay with us for another year
Your time at the hospital seemed like those times you checked in and you would check out
This time, you never checked out
Instead you slept
I saw that tear when you could not talk anymore nor open your eyes
It was a tear of departure
I did not want to believe it
But you knew you would depart from this earth
God called you
Though it is hard, I accept because it is GOD who called you
You are in heaven with our Lord and Papa
Mama,
I love you for loving me the way I am
Thank you for being patient with me
Even though I was not your ideal daughter
But you raised me to love respect
You raised me to want to be humble
You raised me to appreciate traditional customs and the past life
Even though you are not with us, I will press on to be the best I can be
I will press on to spread what you have instilled in me
What you and Papa have instilled in us
You and Papa gave us the benefit of the doubt
You and Papa loved us unconditionally
Because God loves all unconditionally
I love you Mama
I love you Papa
I look forward to the day
We shall meet again
We miss and love you Mama and Papa
Thank you Mama and Papa
I am counting down the days when the clouds will break away and the troposphere in the sky will peel away the substance from the earth and the stratosphere in the atmosphere will cool down the temperature in the air.
And the wind will take its ambition to the moon and blow towards the East and the corroded air will cease.
The wind is blowing in the north and something magnificent is about to start, some new comers are in the town they are going up north to settle down before their weary body grows old.
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They have boxes and pans with them and ropes to tie down the lion in the den and they have all the resources that they need for a year and they have nothing to fear. Up north is very cold but their spirit is very bold and when the cold sinks into their skins they all gather around the piano and start to sing.
Elevate yourself on top of the stone and examine the air pressure coming out of the sea, it carries the weight of a thousand soul whose bodies were left to rot on th ocean floor.
Divers could not find them and explorers could not rescue them, their spirits are buried in the sea and each time a seagull crawls upon the shore, it is one of those lost soul at sea come to pay tribute to the world; their home is at sea.
Just look around and tell me what you see, the clouds are coming after thee, the rain is pelting in the west and the birds are traveling south west the airline are flying at a high altitude and the eagle is racing towards that sun. Look at the latent heat up there and the thermal radiation over there.
The gas layers of the troposphere are expanding and the dense cloud are moving on. Just take a look at the puzzle once more before you walk through the door, try to fit the missing pieces when you find them raise your hands towards the heavens and say ,
”we have found the missing ones.”
Happy eighteenth birthday to Greta who likes to tell the truth.
She is sage and wise. A soothsayer with intelligent amounts of sooth.
She has brought climate change into our brains in a polite way.
Greta’s wisdom is sound. Her philosophy important each day.
She has insight and fortitude, and her reliance is amazing and keen.
She is one of the most important brains this generation has seen.
We hope others will take a page out of her book and learn to read.
Maybe her ideals and ideas will grow intelligence, such a good deed!
Happy birthday Greta, you have been so generous and kind.
I hope people especially politicians will keep your ideas in mind.