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This life
In the dark alley of time
My life stumbles in blunder pitfalls
Uncertain future casts shadow of despair
Plunges my essence in darkness of torment.
I search for the divine route of escape
Carved by faith in the precinct of the almighty
Configuring the elements of ardent devotion
Not allured by impermanent opulence.
Detached from life’s transient thread
I’m embraced by the spiritual ambiance
Where time is stilled in eternal silence
I’m then the supreme in sublime bliss.
My next life
From the fold of karmic destiny I’m released
Transcend the limits of time and space
The soul gets free from the mortal case
Merges with the absolute entity.
My imperishable soul returns
Blooms as a lotus within a new being
Forgets the previous pain of wilting agony
Thrives in the beautiful unknown garden.
In the serene sanctum of the seamless sky
Like a bird I’ll fly away from the old nest
On wings of devout fervor my soul will soar
I’ll feel the euphoria of nirvana.
Our breath flows, here and now
Let our breath flow with the current of love,
See the divine beauty in everything God created
Empathy then drips endlessly from our hearts
That’s the truth unifying us.
Let’s do the ordained karma unattached
Lead the devoted life unruffled and united
In times of both joy and sorrow
We’re devout actors in the creator’s show.
Unliberated soul comes back again and again
Endures in repeated lives anguished darkness
Let’s illumine ourselves in the spiritual light
Together we’ll attain universal consciousness.
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December 26, 2021
Contest : Doublethink Beliefs
Sponsor : Unseeking Seeker
A thousand steps in between
who I was and who I am now
do I wonder about the detours?
do I wish I took the dirt road instead?
Would my path have been smoother if I said no instead of yes?
Would the worries have been less then what they are today?
I guess I’ll never know,
unless I go back in time
choose a different path
choose the least attractive offer and run with it
pipe dreams that is all my journey back in time would be
‘cause I would not have met you
and you would not be reading these words....
Everything in life boils down to an immaculate plan,
it may not be my ideal plan or yours
but in the end the voyage continues
whether we want to or not…
‘Cause it is all part of the bigger picture
and
in that image is your life and mine...
We just got to embrace the journey
no matter how uncertain it might be...
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Contest: Anything Goes
7th Place
We no longer move in normal ways
and all this because of Covid 19
I no longer watch the news these days
Each day I pray for a simple cure
but as the numbers climb I realize
prayer is the only way to procure
Time lapses and we are losing ground
wish I could see a miracle or two
perhaps it would help me feel sound
Guardian angels are prepping their wings
preparing for their journey on earth
if I cup my ear, I can hear them sing
Hope is the only thing worth a keeping
in this world of uncertain terms
we got each other so lets keep steeping
Soak in the Faith as if it were a straw
we are al so very vulnerable
and none of us are above the law
Life is a gift so we shouldn't assume
never take any one for granted
hold on to each other while in loom
Thank the stars above that our still here
and even if you are afraid
be brave, and never give in to fear.
April 16, 2021
Sponsor: Brother Jacob
Contest Name: Just stating the obvious
As I hung in silent slumber
Waiting for winters’ wonders
To desist and make haste
Most have gone and left this place.
As the ice and snow embrace my outer shell
The wiseman’s words did foretell
Of the grand plan my future holds
My uncertain circumstances will unfold
So I sit and remain
my mothers loving last refrain
Her ode of joyful splendor
She bestowed upon this lone pretender
As springs gentle breeze rocks me to and fro
Now I don’t have very long to go
I am gently freed from her loving care
Dropping to the ground as I fly through the air
My skin is shed and I’m able to grow
And fulfill the gift my new life will undergo
So.....the best I can tell
This is my story ...in a nutshell.
Sweet Tupelo moments when that summer did swell
Ever so quietly reminiscent of the roses constant bloom
In the halo of joy's affection strewn by winds that quell
The silence of imperfection between hearts failing gloom
We adored the touch of skin and smiles that delight
Shadowed in longing dreams of passion's tone and fervent heat
Belied in parting words of summoned sorrow and sullen spite
Our uncertain bridge lay broken as we crossed in our retreat
Hope has no direction when the deed has spoken it's flower's doom
Our lies set free from truths rejection help our hearts to mend
But ever so quietly reminiscent of the roses constant bloom
My heart still feels those times of warmth for love to begin again
April 11, 2020
By the raised light of Thor at rainbow’s end
on first calendar moons of Mars - a son
born of this Earth and Time, and I portend
a new renaissance age is now begun!
From first kicks in utero and gorged teat
till long foretokened days for all to see -
so begin uncertain and incomplete
the eternal bonds of futurity.
O babe in arms, beautiful child, my vow
is to mind and hold - to acquaintance seek,
to feel soft against mine your heart and brow
and kiss those sleepy lids and milky cheek.
So hearken when tiny almond eyes peep
papa’s birthday vows - vows I mean to keep.
Written: March 2001
Been in the army for years
Devoted and committed
Sergeant Keys is a born Leader
His Army Soldiers understand
Base after Base at his command
Tough at Exercise drills
Be all you can be to fulfill
Preparation for an uncertain battle
Sergeant Keys Soldiers to mold
Discipline in being told
The Army Uniform in taking pride
Life living guide
It was a sacrifice moving up the ranks
Yet Sergeant Keys gives the army thanks
The Army wasn’t easy
For good reason, in order to become a true Sergeant, one must be able and deserving for the task
After all, the Army is devoted into turning Soldiers into courageous men
Chosen and enabled
Must be victorious
Sergeant Key being the Commanding figure
Army Uniform picture perfect
Sergeant Keys having the right leverage
The stance
Followed by Salute
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Bourne loosely through the chill gusts,
Disordered fragments of summer's life go hurried by,
Harried to their last resting places
Into piles of brittle, browning drifts
Scattered on stiffening ground.
A cold sun, coursing ever more briefly
Across these hard, blue-white skies,
Presides above a sleeping landscape steeped in dying hues,
The last fanfare of the greens of life
Draining now into starkness
As nature sheds her flesh and slows
To pose in cold stillness between her cycles
Of life and death,
Waiting, now Winter's uncertain, barren bride.
In the house where the anger rang against the walls
Red thoughts of their minds have burnt away
To leave behind that sour feeling
That sinks to sorrow
Now pride has stepped in to break the bridges
Of charity they might have built back to one another.
Between them those virtues which bind us all together,
The formalities and incidents
The long parade of small things that make up a shared life,
Go on together as always, in smooth procession day to day
The image of harmony exists,
Though not its substance.
They know from this the weight of awkward silences
Falling between them now and again
Dropping like stones into the deepening pools
Of unspoken discontents forming in their hearts;
Ripples of sadness climbing in widening rings
To skim the surfaces of their speech
As breezes blown down through the sapphire sky
Tear the detritus of summer's corpse from its enfeebled moorings;
Fling the bits of yesterday's blazing beauty
Into pell-mell drifts against foundations, sills,
As spark-scattered frosts gather more thickly
With every lengthening night.
Howl fir tree, the cedar is fallen
From this narrow lane of time,
from this uncertain strait and burdens
from these enclaves of wearying vanity fair,
from this time bound journeying among mortals,
from its temporal “Joys” and many sorrows,
from pain of fickle frame,
from the cheers and Jeers,
from time to time innumerable,
from mortality to immortality,
from Death to Life beyond.
this Jordan in-between,
here i mourn before my time,
but in Hope beyond the grave,
Through the everlasting covenant,
Left with your memories,
Rest Maami,
Adieu.
Dedicated to the priceless gift of providence.
The Best Mother to walk this earth.
The comic chases laughter; bright applause beneath bright lights.
Each joke returns with cheers, sparkling with flared highlights.
The poet casts quiet braided fly-lines into uncertain free air,
Not knowing where they'll settle, trusting someone to find them there.
Laughter often arrives on cue before another punchline starts.
The comic plays the audience, outwitting the many clever upstarts.
The poet leans into the silence, hoping words reach waiting hearts.
They both treasure every thud and thump from well-flung verbal darts.
The comic trims each story into punchlines, sharp and strong.
The poet weaves in small clues and prompts, inviting readers along.
One, harvests roaring raucous applause, that fills every room.
The other, sows small seeds, expecting next spring flowers, will bloom.
The comic reaps the harvest well before the last laughter dies.
A joke can miss completely, falling flat in befuddled ears and eyes.
A poet keeps on casting many more lines, despite the lows and highs.
Awakening lost memories, with hushed oohs, ahhs, and silent sighs.
Of course there's slam, where poets chase applause with a spoken or sung flame.
Their verses leap from silent sullen pages, eager to stake their claim.
The crowd joins in with cheers and snaps, each heartbeat keeping time.
Half stand-up act, half-hand crafted verse — both reaching for the sublime.