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Love prances into my heart
Zinging me with her arrows
Twirling my emotions
I do not choose who I love
It happens naturally, instantly, suddenly
Love causes me heartache when there is a death
Smacking me upside the head
With the realization I cannot fix everything
I cannot fix anything
And I especially cannot fix cancer
Love oozes into my eyes
When my grandchildren come calling
When I get to hug them, when masks are not an issue
Love causes me all kinds of delight
When there is not a pandemic
But love keeps me away from them because of it right now
Love has her own way, makes her own truth,
Love shakes me, makes me, and sometimes breaks me.
Love is all powerful.
God is love
I love who I love who I love
And nothing can change that
Why would I want to try?
In Japan, people make a Spring pilgrimage
They go to pay homage to cherry blossoms
When the earth nods its head
When the sun warms its forehead
It causes bare trees to burst into bloom
There a hundreds of dresses in regalia
There are pink chima jeogari dancing
There are white áo dài shimmering
There are lemon petticoats inviting
Plundered by industrious bees
Till a tree is pregnant hundreds over
Blossoms lasting just ten days
Embryos fed by baby green solar panels
Not like summer’s s serious green
Not like fall’s wizened crimson leaves
Do not disturb magnolias gestating
Ahead of this year’s spring equinox
Cherry blossoms care not cruel time
They let winds strip off their gown
Her áo dài ripped become confetti
Her chima jeogari torn by progress
Her lemon petticoat tossed is swept up
For a ticker tape parade on any sidewalk
A pilgrimage to Spring is easy
You don't need faith to behold
Come before fruits cry for her dress
Find a tree to walk around
As Muslims do around the Kaaba in Mecca
You don’t have to be in Tokyo to behold
The divine in a falling twirling petal
Whirling Dervish careless of the audience
They dance for a week and are gone
Renewal and impermanence in chiffon
I await next year's Spring collection
Dismissing summer on the runway
Cherry blossoms also means missing
** Chima jeogori, the traditional outfit for Korean women
** Áo dài, the traditional attire of Vietnamese women
I came to the cemetery on Christmas
in my night dream
it is snowing big fluffing snowflakes
everything is white foggy and enchanting
then, I hear the jingle of bells and quiet voices
drifting in the wind it is creepy eerie
the bells mysterious the cemetery is dark death
the statues blank eyes watch me
the dark headstones misty disturbing
snow is falling
blowing
swirling
twirling
dancing
I can feel the mood deep in my bones
it is haunting, echoing, enthralling
the bells tinkle chime clang on and on
in my nightmare
they are both frightening and beautifully dark
I wake to snow falling and church bells ringing
Has Spring arrived in my garden?
Has the sun burst into my room all of a sudden
and made me shiver with joy!
I witness the Tulip bulbs revealing their breathtaking outfits -
first sign of Spring!
I witness the brown bark of my Willow Tree
rapidly changing its colour.
Do I spot a boisterous squirrel scurrying, through my garden,
in a hurried pace? Then definitely it's Spring!
Everything and everyone tells me Spring is
not far. But why in me I don't feel the ebullient breeze of warm sun?
I don't feel the sun because you are not
with me! The birds are not tweeting yet,
the air is not smelling fragrant yet,
my heart is not twirling yet in expectation,
although I pine for - colourful buds, glossy green
grass, honey-bees buzzing,
Are you going to keep me waiting?
For Strand 1070 - Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Brian Strand
FIRST PLACE
I rose up from my bed, feeling better than I have in weeks;
With energy that has been absent, feeling rosiness in my cheeks.
I felt like I could dance and waltzed across the floor,
Twirling an imaginary partner I danced and waltzed some more.
I was light on my feet, feeling like I was floating in the air;
The shortness of breath I’ve had - no longer was it there.
Then suddenly I realized, there were people watching me,
How they came to be in my room was a total mystery.
I started recognizing faces of people from my past;
Some of whom it was many years since I’d seen them last.
Their faces were aglow; they smiled from cheek to cheek;
I turned back toward my hospital bed – where my body laid in its final sleep.
I felt an initial shock, mixed with panic and some fear,
When the meaning of my feeling good to me had become clear.
Then a nurse walked in my room and my pulse she tried to take;
She turned off all the monitors and covered up my face.
I felt a tapping on my shoulder and recognized her at first glance;
My wife who passed four years ago asked, “May I have this dance?”
How she rests on grasses from a jungle
Tulips and pines of forest 'round her shed;
A hand exploring time's precious compass
With graced arms afloat, never way ahead.
Her bay cradles shelled rock that lazes by
This pure moment holding an endless sea…
Above, the jiggled sound of breakers glide
When thrushes arrange music endlessly.
Oh, to pause along slant of herb and moss
Where marquee of colors glints like a flame...
The purple sash of hay twirling softly
With crests unhurried on waters, quite tame.
A power of here, now, lays on calm navel;
Gently assured, relishing dew and heat
Unique is her time, never repeated…
Eos , dawn goddess, holds that rare flash, sweet!
Cliché Contest, Silent One
3/31/2016
" There Is No Time Like The Present"
Part 3
9th Delerium: Emptyness
Water wheels in wastelands... turning,
drowning relics in the slum
Rumpled rags of fashioned burlap... burning,
lit by bandits blind and dumb
Pastured prisons, ponies bridled ... yearning,
forest fairies under thumb
Sounds inside of cauldrons coughing... churning,
blaring bugles, tattooed drum
10th Delirium: Alienation
Rain unravelling, wistfully weeping... falling,
treacle trickling, fickle sky
Mushrooms sprinkled, visions sprouting... sprawling,
seagulls drowning, dolphins die
Rabble gasping, spirits broken... crawling,
lonely lonesome swallows cry
Babbling brooks and breakers ebbing... bawling
puppies paddle, puppets sigh
People passing ripple past me... calling,
rainbow colours, collars high
Chaos seething, lepers looting... stalling,
stealing stallions on the sly
Pencils pausing, scholars scrambling... scrawling,
scratching scribbles, asking why
11th Delirium: Jetsam
Silver sails sway pallid pirates... prowling,
Jolly Rogers, wind and sound
Parrots perching, tattered feathers... fouling,
tethered talons, tied and bound
Shipwrecked foghorns, trumpets stranded... howling,
spiral springs of time unwound
Magic moonlight, shimmers shaking... scowling,
burnt out matchsticks washed aground
Prairie wolfs, coyotes calling... yowling,
witching hours, midnight hounds
Tightrope walkers, grizzlies grunting... growling,
seeking islands, lost and found
12th Delirium: Relief
Slumber shattered, vapours captive... haunting,
chained in mirrors, breaking free
Scarlet skylines, daylight dawning... daunting,
rivers rushing to the sea
Silence softens, sandmen whisper... wanting,
piercing rafters, turning keys
Shadows shudder, notions fluster... flaunting,
moonbeam bullets meant for me
Mind in migraine, meadows trembling... taunting,
sparrows speak in harmony
REAWAKENING
Pitter patter, teardrops paling... pearling,
salting scarves in secret drawers
Mist amongst us, smoke rings rising... curling,
climbing from the ocean floors
See-saw circles, senses swerving... swirling,
swept away with silver oars
Courtyard jesters, sceptres twisting... twirling,
push the past to foreign shores
Passing pangs of passions heaving... hurling,
burning bridges, closing doors
Roses wither, icons waning... whirling,
time decays and time restores
End
Looking out the window,
Waiting for customers to give me their money,
I look from a distance and see the trees change
Day by day their color thickens,
leaves sprouting out and growing fuller.
Thinking about the hot afternoons,
reading a book outside and noticing my skin darken.
Being surrounded by ducks and cute bugs.
Cumulus clouds filled up with water to damp the earth’s ground.
How I miss the rain, twirling in the puddles and catching frogs
after the earth's cry.
Waking up by the sunrise,
smelling the brewed coffee.
Dreaming about the summer days,
listening to indie rock and making an adventure with friends.
I thrive in the beaming sun.
Maybe I'll find love and become a fairy tale.
We talk about poetry and take strolls in the park while holding hands.
As we dance,
we mold into each other.
Becoming in sync and understanding we are meant to be.
Looking at the trees from this window,
It’s finally arrived.
Time to plan and enjoy the ride.
Silence, heavy as the weight of doubt
Falls like the flakes, forever glistening
Through the light, tumbling all about
Erasing the darkness, joy’s christening
Painting the heart who is always listening
Breathless snow, whirling and twirling
Dancing through the thoughts, exciting
Sea of laughter, whispering and swirling
Echoing through the soul, alive, inciting
Enormous hopes and dreams, so inviting
Dazzling the night, like stars alive, so bright
Praying to the One who made us, everyone
With grace so spontaneous, full of insight
Embracing with a faith that won’t be outdone
It is alive, a fire on the inside – a heart won
In the snowflake, amazing as the quiet love
Who never leaves, never forsakes, abides
In the spirit of those who believe, up above
There is One who knows every heart, decides
That the victory is ours – He always provides
A Christmas Special Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Emile Pinet
December 4, 2022
In the midst of red evening, leaves fall from the sky,
Yielding lavish hues and vibrancy, to gathering dusk.
Under a pearl moon, twirling leaves wave goodbye,
To warmer, brighter, gold days, in the pale stardust.
Yielding lavish hues and vibrancy, to gathering dusk,
Pretty, migratory birds, are taking the longest flight,
To warmer, brighter, gold days, in the pale stardust,
And final blooms of the season, add a cool goodnight.
Pretty, migratory birds, are taking the longest flight,
But all the departed will return again one blithe day.
And final blooms of the season, add a cool goodnight.
Exuded fragrances thrill the scene of lovely disarray.
But all the departed will return again one blithe day,
Under a pearl moon, twirling leaves wave goodbye,
Exuded fragrances thrill the scene of lovely disarray,
In the midst of red evening, leaves fall from the sky.
Written on 9/21/2022
For: Autumn Pantoum Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Caren Krutsinger