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Written: August 13, 2023
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Hidden stars, out lights of the sky,
In the alleys where secrets lie,
Tall black houses built with grout
Whispering stories of shadows stout.
My fists hit the sturdy doors.
Seeking answers that lie hidden in the floors
But the houses remain silent and still.
With no answers to fulfill.
Levels have no steps on them.
No way to reach the secrets within.
Searching for the truth—hoping it will stem.
So I walk—until I'm faint with numb skin.
I cross dark streets—where shadows dance,
Guided by the moon's mysterious glance,
Still, reassuring winds caress my face,
Whispering tales of a forgotten place.
Through turmoil—I stumble.
In the depths of this urban jungle,
Till I fall into the emptiness,
Lost in the night's embrace—I confess.
The stars will proceed forever—never walking,
But their beauty remains—forever talking,
Unclenched fists I let pass unsolved questions.
Discarding frustration and misconceptions,
Because silence cannot always be broken,
Oft in the whispers that truth is spoken.
I say nothing—but the wind blows.
Carrying my thoughts wherever it goes,
And in the stillness of the night,
I find solace—a sense of quiet delight.
Lost in the night's embrace,
I discover a raw meaning of grace,
In the hidden stars and out lights,
I find a peace that ignites.
In the depths of gloom, I am not alone.
Night's embrace has become my own.
In the tall black houses, mysteries reside.
But, it's in the unknown where we truly find
A sense of wonder and awe,
A reminder that in this world beyond we saw.
So let the stars endure forever.
Their beauty and magic—an endeavor,
To remind us that even in the darkest night,
There is always—a glimmer of light.
Icicles hung from the roof
like translucent fingers
Clawing towards the ground
While behind the eaves,
She brushed her plain brown hair
Tired gray eyes in the mirror,
Discolored around the fringe
And gravity pulled at the frown
Like it did everything else
She was one of many,
A soul, a body
With all the glitter rubbed away
Winter breathed out its discontent
A heaving sigh that scattered leaves
Over mailboxes, churches, graveyards
You can lose yourself in those fields out there
Mired in snow, as countless as crows
As tin men, as a brick in the wall
And when three young girls,
All smiles and apple cheeks and roses
Walked by her window, she cast those grey eyes down
From above— her jaw nutcracker clenched
New England January froze her eyes
A hand clenched and unclenched
at their sparkly laughter
The brush rattled to the floor
As the girls disappeared from her line of sight
She was already a thousand miles away
Up into the cirrus clouds,
Each inch colder than the last
Icicles hung from the roof
like translucent fingers
Clawing towards the ground
While behind the eaves,
She brushed her plain brown hair
Tired gray eyes in the mirror,
Discolored around the fringe
And gravity pulled at the frown
Like it did everything else
She was one of many,
A soul, a body
With all the glitter rubbed away
Winter breathed out its discontent
A heavying sigh that scattered leaves
Over mailboxes, churches, graveyards
You can lose yourself in those fields out there
Mired in snow, as countless as crows
As tin men, as a brick in the wall
And when three young girls,
All smiles and apple cheeks and roses
Walked by her window, she cast those grey eyes down
From above— her jaw nutcracker clenched
New England January froze her eyes
A hand clenched and unclenched
at their sparkly laughter
The brush rattled to the floor
As the girls disappeared from her line of sight
She was already a thousand miles away
Up into the cirrus clouds,
Each inch colder than the last
They told me it was medicine.
A cure in a capsule.
A little light in liquid form,
a powder path to paradise.
It whispered like honey,
slid smooth down my veins,
said, “I’ll heal your hurt, hush your hunger,
pull the storm from your skull.”
And it did.
Oh, it did.
The world slowed
colors stretched into forever, and my chest unclenched like a fist finally letting go.
But the bottle had teeth.
The pill had claws.
The powder carried a price tag I couldn’t read at first.
Every high built a higher wall.
Every flight carved a deeper fall.
The nectar that kissed me sweetly at midnight
bit me raw by dawn.
It is love that leaves bruises.
A friend who steals your shoes while you sleep.
A healer who poisons the wound so you’ll crawl back begging for the cure.
They don’t tell you the double-edged truth:
that the elixir doesn’t choose.
It cuts both ways
one side silk, one side steel.
And you,
you are the bleeding in between.
So I stand with the glass in my hand,
heart trembling on the rim.
Asking myself
is it medicine?
Or is it blade?
And the silence answers,
“Both.”
My foolish heart’s nonjudgmental
Quick to forgive, kind and gentle
Discerns truth by spherical sight
Touch tender, embrace parental
Gripped in rapture of bliss delight
My heart’s aglow by day and night
Joy it’s sole theme, in this life dream
Sharing with all, God’s love and light
Not worldly wise, hatches no scheme
Currents sublime, within form stream
Mind of my heart, dwells in the void
Knowing life not quite, as does seem
Foolish heart, pure and unalloyed
Sans love, no vibration employed
Transmutes to become a bliss mist
False ego life, long since destroyed
Radiant heart and unclenched fist
Oft deceived, for does not resist
Oozing compassion at all times
In God trusts and that’s it’s life gist
04-April-2022
MY FOOLISH HEART Cash Prize Poetry Contest
Sponsor: L Milton Hankins
I came with hands unclenched and heart awake,
To serve, to teach—for hope and learning’s sake.
I walked among the young with humble aim,
Yet found the fire I brought met not the same.
The gate was open, but the welcome thin,
The smiles spoke less than what stirred within.
Cold winds blew from those I stood beside,
While silence grew where trust should have replied.
A voice once steady, eager to be heard,
Was hushed before it could speak a word.
When conflict came, no room was made
For truth to rise, or wrongs to be weighed.
And though I planned with care and grace,
My work was brushed aside—no face
To meet me in the sacred space
Where teachers grow through mutual grace.
No tools in hand, yet still I gave
Each spark I had, each hour I saved.
Not for praise, but for the child
Whose mind could bloom though skies were wild.
Yet in this path, my spirit sees
The weight of walking without peace.
No anger now—just light and rain,
The lessons etched through silent pain.
Let this goodbye be soft and clean,
No bitter roots, no twisted scene.
The kindness shown by hearts sincere
Will stay with me, and persevere.
So here I part, with humble grace,
No blame to cast, no final case.
Only a prayer—that all may grow
In kinder soil than I did know.
The human race, a tapestry of lands, each thread born from ancient hands. From every land, each tribe and face, we carry roots time can't erase.
Subcultures bloom from ancient ground, with rhythm, spice, and sacred sound. Each gifted hand, each voice and art, fashions a legacy etched in hearts.
From deserts wide to oceans deep, our ancestors’ wisdom still does speak. That deep-rooted wisdom shapes the youth. Those ancient teachings whisper truth. They left us songs, they left us flames, to light the path and shape our name.
We gather now, a vibrant thread, woven strong where dreams are spread. We come together, hands unclenched, distributing light where shadows drenched. Embracing difference, not with fear, but with a grace that draws us near.
Each strength we share, each weakness graced, communities healed, society raised. Together rising, side by side, with open hearts and arms stretched wide. We build, we share, we rise, we teach. No soul too distant, nor out of reach. In unity, our spirits fly, a brighter day beneath one sky.
before we begin to inquire
what both life and death represent
is fate fickle, does God exist
let us pause to ask, who we are
with an open mind, unclenched fist
lost in the maze of metaphors
bemused by sermons of pastors
all we seek is freedom from fear
with truth reflected in clear light
as bliss strobes all nodes within spear
the void of silence sets us free
invoking grace by pure intent
in staid stillness bereft of thought
we see within, light of our soul
untying the Gordian knot
God appears right before our eyes
simply put, He is love and light
our true being too, is as He
God is the source of our heartbeat
when ego drops, we clearly see
death is but soul discarding form
a garment we choose to throw away
in truth there’s no such thing as death
as we fulfil our dreams on earth
we are being breathed by God’s breath
When untamed wind roughens fine wisp of day
and grating the bite of late twilight sky--
O woeful eyes quiver and turn away
from hours' piercing ordeals that darkly sigh ,
like fragile mirrors thrown into the air
my aloneness bleak as clenched shadow's jaw,
while ominous vapor darts from nowhere
to cast upon life wrecked by sharpened claw:
Yet above, tiny stars could not resist
their flicker of blinks, a luster divine
that I find comfort in dear heaven's mist
absorbing tender solace quite benign.
How beautiful a gentle eve when viewed,
Through life's unclenched jaw... now truly imbued.
Shiva and Shakti, both are one
Light of the spiritual sun
Sprouting from Hirayangarbha
When our lower mind comes undone
Pure of heart are free from dukha
Distanced from earthy brouhaha
Spiritual heart, all aglow
Awakens consciousness Buddha
All enabled in stillness slow
When love fragrance, we do follow
Trusting God, ceasing to resist
Nonchalant eye, soft and mellow
Love alone real, is truth gist
An open heart and unclenched fist
Shining in self-luminescence
Known when we become a bliss mist
10-October-2021
Notes: https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hiranyagarbha
Syllables: howmanysyllables.com (poetrysoup counter inaccurate)