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my endless void of grief breathes pain
no light, no hope, no peace, no gain
just aching hollow uncontained
my memories unspoken
on replay always broken
adrift upon a glassy sea
of nothingness, a nowhere me
sedated by my apathy
a shell, a husk, no feeling
a ghostly past comes stealing
a whisper sighs within the haze
a truth sublime begins to blaze
life can be better than this phase
The mirror starts to splinter
An end for endless winter?
then breath returns somehow within
and pulse where none before had been
a hint of light past darkest sin
dim, unsure, yet brighter still
to heal a long broken will
the journey long, dark and bitter
yet beauty found amidst litter
grace and strength to become fitter
inner light, no surrender
heart unbroken but tender
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The cabin is a lumber store of snores
Sawing and hacking while lying on our backs
Filling the day’s orders of dreams and chores
I’m the only one up this early
Alert to the prophecies
With checklists of nails and hammers in hand
The uncontained forest fires north of Superior
Have painted the blue skies over Torch Lake
Opaque with smoke
Twine in the pine trees buckling with birds
The sun does not rise
But burns like a candle
Hazy and orange sweeping the hills
Lighting and fanning the kindling
Of our curtains and walls lampshades and sofas
Our jack-o-lantern cabin
Set aglow
Burning down from the inside out
Its scowling face spitting flames
To the Azaleas wheat fields and faces of deer
Holes in my bucket as I run to the lake
Too late
Too late
Yawns and stretches what’s for breakfast?
Every poem has a story,
camouflaged, primped, made up and dressed to the hilt;
fill ins, understudies and leads,
are rehearsed, played, acted out and filmed.
Within the start all life is openly displayed
by the first impassioned kiss of young lovers,
the bold defiant attitude of teenagers, young adults
with secrets, lies, and crushes of hormonal desires.
In maturity, two lovers are torn from selfishness
to promise, trust and vow a never ending bond of love,
then brings forth new born babes and their first words,
first steps, endless chatter, that first independent “no”.
Life begins again and moves forward
as all the experiences and stories swell
with uncontained joy and laughter yet to tell.
Years press on too quickly in fast forward time
and everyone grows to relay the play on words
of how life was lived and came to be known.
Every poem speaks out the history
of life and love, its dreams and hopes,
its trials and tribulations, its tears and loss
revealed in the poets harmony.
The sea holds the moon, a celestial affair,
A rendezvous of light, a poetic declare.
Unbound, unrestricted, they dance with grace,
A symphony of elements, an eternal embrace.
The moon, a luminary in the vast midnight sky,
Drifting amidst the stars, it catches every eye.
But in the ocean's depths, a secret is untwined,
A passionate bond, where two worlds are swirled.
Beneath the lunar glow, the sea's heart beats strong,
Captivated by the moon, it sings a soothing song.
Not conditioned by tides, nor constraints of time,
Their connection defies logic, a love so sublime.
Beneath the heels of waves, the moon finds peace,
Reflected in ripples, a divine interlace.
The sea, an endless canvas, a reflection so pure,
Carrying the moon's glow, an enchanting allure.
In this mystic union, emotions paint the night,
The sea whispers secrets, holding the moon so tight.
Together, they inspire dreamers, stargazers, and more,
An exquisite union forever entwined at the core.
So let the sea hold the moon, in its unending embrace,
A poetic symphony, a love beyond time and space.
Unbound, uncontained, they share an eternal dance,
A celestial romance, leaving hearts in a trance.
A dream of you and me
A beach house by the sea
A stroll along the shore
Knowing we want more
But this gets better yet
Wait until sunset
Stars and Venus rise
Desire's in our eyes
It's still a little soon
Not before the moon
And then a night of bliss
Commencing with The Kiss
A waiting music stand
A blanket on the sand
A chair with one guitar
Four hands, I help you barre
Before long unrestrained
Passion uncontained
The song we make and play
Carries us away
The heights that we achieve
Are heights none could believe
And when all's said and done
We toast the rising sun
I have spent,
a lifetime,
being calm___________cool collected---afraid to show the darkness!
U n a w a r e,
of the freedom,
that comes from releasing the beast, no longer muzzling the dog!!!!
Growling low,
from deep in my chest,
fists clenched and released, red flush in my face and chest.
I feed off your fear,
as you look into my eyes,
you my tormentor SURPRISED as you watch me rise.
Big man,
see my new found addiction,
I'm in a heightened state, no longer afraid, an uncontained contradiction.
Interruption,
between heart and brain,
moving from soft spoken to someone I can't explain!
Powerful emotion,
to me my weakness personified,
letting my self completely go, spectating from deep inside.
ANGER e r u p t s,
fifty four years of playing the stamp collecting game,
I'm the one at fault but others think you're to BLAME!
Written October 29, 2015
By: Richard Lamoureux
For Casarah's Dancing with description contest.
Note: this is eight lines stylized for visual effect.
Form:
One magical moment brought to life with the stars
You've brought me back reeling, uncontained and unbarred
New joy you did spread your beauty did glow
Your smile gave me goosebumps from my head to my toes
My hearts now alone, your sweet touch is now gone
I'm left dazed and confused like lyrics without a song
My heart now hangs low and I'm falling apart
I'm now one in this world with what's left of my heart
I can't hide the pain I can't shed the scars
But I'll always remember as I gaze at the stars
My life has been blessed and touched by your charm
I once tasted heaven with you in my arms
WOLVES IN SHEEP CLOTHINGS
Darkness cloaked in innocence’s guise,
Wolves in sheep clothing, cunning & wise.
They prowl & stalk, in shadows they hide.
Their masks never fades, their true selves denied.4
Wolves in sheep's clothing, so sly & discreet,
They roam in the shadows, with eyes full of deceit.
Their words are like honey, their smiles so benign,
But beneath their façade, lies a cunning design.8
Dear traveler, beware of their sweet lullabies,
For their gentle whispers are nothing but lies.
Their teeth are sharp, their hunger uncontained,
In woolen disguise, their wickedness feigned.¹²
They weave their illusions in subtle embrace
With gentle demeanor, a soft-spoken grace.
But beware, for their hearts are not meek,
These wolves sheep claded, so sly & oblique.¹6
Keep your eyes open, trust your gut's feeling,
For among the gentle, the wolves may be stealing.
But fear not, for the naked truth shall unfold,
The sheep-feigned wolves falsehoods be told.²°
Their deceit knows no bounds, their malice runs deep,
In the land of the innocent, they silently creep.²²
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VICK MANUEL POETRY
{VMP}
FORM: Rhymes
Copyright ©? 13th February 2024.
Line of Inquiry:
“We look at spirit not at form
Our touch is gentle, kind and warm
We but reflect God’s love and light
‘Tis the path to which we conform”
Serenity of Spirit is to be invited inside,
not captured and held.
Its movements unfettered and as free
as waves crashing over the sea.
I touch them as they rush to shore,
uncontained, refusing to be restrained
like the sacred stirrings of a silent spirit.
God's light reflects across open waters.
Of its inspiring ebb and flow, I am aware
that He is everywhere... in ocean swells,
dwelling in depths of cerulean Chakra
I feel the bliss of fernweh* inside me
That distant place I cannot see
but exists at the end of the path I follow
once awakened from doubt,
where God's light and love await me.
Words are unspoken during meditation
offering adoration and solemn appeal.
It's tantamount truth I seek...
sincere belief, devotedly divined
not of the body, but in spirit and mind.
Intoxicating, the righteous realization
that God's light glows within me
with calmness when spirit is inhaled,
carrying with it the elegant essence
of a pious paradise; an Elysium Eden.
In a komorebi** moment, shadows fled
when revealed was God's grace,
His radiant presence,
and in the palpable peace I felt
my soul was filled with reverence.
My heart needed spiritual healing...
a transformation I eagerly accepted
when he planted wisdom seeds in me.
*fernwey - yearning for a distant place
**komorebi - embodies a sense of tranquility
It's alive, don't you see
the very air around you breathe -
Breathe in, breathe out
like the tornadic wind that turns about;
You cannot harness it nor reign it in
revolving within this earthly spin;
its images digress
along south, north, east and west,
terrestrial and atmospheric virility
hostile, unfathomable, primal futility;
It's the spirit uncontained
like stormy skies and falling rain
The earth, the air, and the wind lives in humility
the spirit held within, alive in its fragility.
For Miranda Hawley's contest,
Personification of the Elements
9/13/23