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Do you Feel the sensation,
How all of creation,
Changes vibration,
In relation,
To your thoughts,
Changing elevation?
While balancing the situation,
Trying to find what is true,
Start Navigating through,
Good, bad, old and new,
See all the good in you,
And Hold it close to you.
To be your compass,
Companion,
A Guide,
To confide in,
As your Crossing the canyon,
Of expansion.
Into the unknown,
You're not alone,
Love is here,
Your Knight,
To Fight fear.
Hold it near,
As you steer,
Through an atmosphere,
Of sensation.
Oceans of Emotions,
Driving The vibration,
Its constant effects,
Reflects In relation to,
The Changing Elevation of creation.
the air reeks of stale coffee and ink-stamped lies,
judges sit like smug kings,
smirking over lives they'll never live,
dismissing truth with a gavel's cough.
innocent men shuffle like cattle,
faces drawn, hands calloused from the grind—
plead guilty or rot waiting.
'justice, ' they call it,
while the lawyers get fat off their despair.
the court stenographer types it all up,
the lies, the twisted logic,
and the perjury sworn like gospel
under a fluorescent crucifix.
if you or I did what they do,
we'd be cuffed and carted off,
but they wear robes like armor,
cloaked in immunity,
proud in their manipulation,
gods of small, dirty kingdoms.
good men shrink in fear,
their courage ground down
by the grinding stone of this machine—
truth doesn't pay,
honor doesn't sell,
and doing the right thing
is the fastest way to lose.
Hillsborough,
where the guilty are freed
and the innocent are crushed,
where justice is just another game
rigged from the start,
Callused, without a true heart.
In the depths of love's vast expanse,
A yearning burns, a desperate chance.
So close, yet words get caught in my throat,
Silent whispers, love's song left to float.
I hold her dear, her presence divine,
But how to show, this heart of mine?
Bound by fear, I watch her start to fade,
My grasp slipping, a love betrayed.
Bitter tears flow, as I fear her loss,
Prayers unanswered, a heavy cost.
Powerless, I stand, with trembling knees,
Lost in the labyrinth of unspeakable pleas.
A truth, so raw, it pierces my soul,
Destiny's riddle, beyond my control.
But loving her, it was never a mistake,
A flame that kindles, refusing to break.
Faith, be my beacon, in this darkened night,
Guide me through doubt, and grant me sight.
For love, eternal force, in every heart it dwells,
Grant me strength, to break these confining shells.
With passion's fire, I'll blaze a path anew,
Embrace vulnerability, sincere and true.
For love, it calls, with fervent devotion,
To find a way, to heal this love's emotion.
In the depths of love, a longing resides,
With faith as my compass, love's rise and tide,
Together we'll journey, through joy and strife,
A love made meaningful, sculpted by life.
Some time ago you left this mortal place.
Dear mom, I think of you laid in the ground.
Without you still I find my mind embraced
in questions of the afterlife you found.
My days are weary, saddened by the gloom
of missing you and wasting precious time.
Please come to me to sooth this constant doom;
My happy steps of life once more to climb.
Please send a sign that you are living now
within the world of souls with God above.
Please let me know if you can hear me—how
I'll come to know you're safe in heaven's love.
My thoughts of you bring tears I have to fight;
now I retire to rest my weary head.
Please come to visit me this lonely night
while I lay sleeping soundly in my bed.
In dream that night, she stood beside her grave—
this vision opened a new life for me.
With smile and hand held high, she gave a wave
and 'whispered words of wisdom—let it be.'
Sandra M. Haight
~1st Place~
Contest: Songs of Power - Let It Be
Sponsor: Silent One
Judged: 11/21/2015
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Quote by Paul McCartney: "So those words are really very special to me, because not only did my mum come to me in a dream and reassure me with them at a very difficult time in my life – and sure enough, things did get better after that – but also, in putting them into a song, and recording it with the Beatles, it became a comforting, healing statement for other people too."
Up until the last line of my poem, which is a line from Paul McCartney's song, my poem is true. In my dream, my mother's smile and wave for me was my 'let it be'.
" ...betrayal begins with trust."
~ Quote_ Phish
Our trust presupposes expectation,
based on a script, being but delusion,
which is the root cause of our frustration;
betrayal plunging mind in confusion.
Love that’s true seeks no reciprocation
and so the fault line is egoic longing,
which over time becomes our fixation;
seeking somehow a sense of belonging.
If we accept all beings as they are,
recognising we’re but actors on stage,
we’ll always shine like a luminous star,
radiating bliss like a tranquil sage.
Let not betrayal, diminish souls light ~
May we effuse love by day and by night
22-May-2023
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Writing Challenge - B Quotes - Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
Essence of Life
What is the value of knowledge when there is no life in it?
Science is so cold that it cannot warm the heart of Life.
Math cannot calculate the existence of Life.
However, Life encompasses all of this and much more.
Life is much more than the physical and spiritual realm.
All that you see and cannot see is Life.
Even all of infinity and the creator is Life.
What we do and say defines our essence to exists in Life.
We are disconnected from the spirit of Life because of our fears.
When we face our fears, we all then will ascend into the consciousness and spirit of Life.
What is impressive when this occurs, we will see stars and all celestial objects as Life.
What is the true essence of all Life?
Love is its essence which compels our creator and us to create more Life.
In the whispers of pines, tales abound,
Of Sandpoint’s history, in echoes found,
Once named “Hang Town,” the shadowed past,
Remnants of stories, destined to last.
In times long gone, a different air,
Where Justice dealt with a solemn stare,
Rumors linger in the town’s old lore,
Of a wilder time, from an era before.
Gallows Hill stood, a somber sight,
Where sentences passed in the pale daylight,
A town’s dark moniker, the name it bore,
A chapter of history the Ages store.
Yet Sandpoint, oh resilient one,
Embraces its past, the tales it’s spun,
From “Hang Town,” to the present day,
A transformation in every way.
For though the name may hint of dread,
The town’s true spirit rises instead,
A community evolves and grows,
With vibrant life that the past bestows.
Whispers of history, like leaves that rustle,
Echo through streets, a subtle hustle,
Sandpoint thrives, its essence refined,
In the shadow of history, a gem to find.
The pines still whisper of days of old,
A town’s transformation, stories retold,
From “Hang Town” to Sandpoint’s embrace,
A community of depth, courage and grace.
Life fortunes share burdens
life dreams share pain
sometimes in life
we find ourselves at the bottom
I struggled with the dream
of making a better life
university study's struggles
some people learn fast
some people study
but then forget
some people fight
to make the study pay
My son reads things once
and then he's ready to sit a test
with me I read and read
but then I think about what I've read
forgetting, what I originally learned
He study's less but pasts the tests
I studied more but struggled to pass
some people learn fast but others struggle
I remember meeting a kid
on an unemployment course
you know the one's,
thousands of course's
kids are forced to learn
told by their trainers
you must buy clothes
for your job interview
Your appearance is important
their mothers complain
you can't afford to spend
that much money
You must do this day after day
she went for interviews
day after day, she was told
you don't have experience
trained to level two
didn't build the skills
employers wanted
day after day, brought failure
no job, no money, just struggle
she told me she felt like
committing suicide
I tried to help
but at the time
my life was also a struggling
hope she found her way
to a better life
But a wonder
how many teenagers
feel the same
how many commit suicide
Another friend much older
also struggled to find work
facing day after day of endless no's
over fifty, it's hard to find work
I told her
if you ask a hundred times
Get told no ninety nine times
and only find one yes
it doesn't matter
you only need one job
looking for work and getting
nowhere is depressing
People say they're unemployed
they don't want to work
sometimes that might be true
yet maybe they just get depressed
It's a shame
people won't work together
save together invest together
to provide work for our people
Trevor Jed Engelson Unwittingly...
launched Meghan Markle into royalty
American divorcee
catapulted from “AA” to “Zed”
at break neck speed, and with cachet wed
Prince Harry, and soon
twill begetting, bestowing,
and bewitching her
chromo somal thread
(complementing, furthering, and
weaving together "Quod Erat
Demonstrandum", or QED
for short) within United Kingdom
coat of arms, perhaps
naming the first heir Ned,
and according one online
dictionary definition and ken
translates as French
(Old English) name Eadmund,
meaning rich or happy,
and protective akin
to a mother hen,
not just mollycoddling
hatchlings, but even
shelling out care
on a wing and a prayer
long after offspring
fly the coop and been
fending for themselves,
perhaps merely earning
chicken scratch wage,
assigning doomed fate,
sans cooked usage
if perchance "chick(s)"
go thru a foul stage
within their duff
fenceless hierarchy,
where pecking order doth rage
worse case scenario, would presage
finding errant peep(s)
sent to gaol,
not much bigger than a bird cage,
unless they comprise
noble henny age,
ideally taken in as a pet
by newly bridled
Duchess of Sussex
treated like totally
tubularly true blue blood
with opulent accommodations
(cheaply) tricked out
with life size Tyrannosaurus Rex
(spoiler alert: actually done
with special effe Hex
with latest computer graphics
showing rippling reptiles flex
sing and holo
graphic smoky mirrors)
intending "FAKE"
balances and checks
to boondoggle aggressive paparazzi,
one of whom includes
Meghan Markle's ex.
Lovely as I love you
Shove me, but it’s as lovely as I love you
Lovely, hug me, shove me
But it’s as lovely as I love you
If I hate me, would you still hate me?
What if no longer from my image you could rate me
I just want you to hate me
That way when we bicker and fight
At the end of the night, you may still be my wife
Climax is more depressing than Miramax
Send my hate this rose, send my love this fax
For life is based on facts
Murderers with a lovely axe
It’s true, it’s true, tomorrow it’s you
Just ask Peterson and OJ
It doesn’t really matter what some say
And some day in that forbidden casket I’ll lay
Beautiful is you
Next to your cuticles, what do I do?
Matter is everything
But for some reason matter is so much sadder
The tears after the laughter
This is my love poem, my passion
Maybe this time you will kick me above the groin
Why is our pastime something we mourn?
A sacred Identity is born
Tears of shame, responsibly worn
Maybe after tonight we’ll make up
And you’ll lay your head in my arms
And allow me to sooth you with my selfish charms
I love you, you hate me
Tomorrow I’ll hate you and you’ll love me