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Silence, like a glass thrown up in the air
Then exploding, its shards like a nagging echo
Raining on a heart, and it's so unfair
To bleed for love that is not there... Is there,
Through this weary way of silence, I must go.
I would turn around then I would not turn around,
Your smile and glances preserved in my mind,
And in my heart, reenacting in the sweetest sound,
The dreamed embrace, the joy missed, the love undefined
Through this weary way of silence, I would find.
With my eyes abandoned of you, fixed ahead
These weary feet, to nothingness may be led
But at least now with a direction to go,
One major burial, strange, a final song in my head
Through this weary way of silence, I know.
I've seen this before, a walk of nowhere to go
But perhaps, a bluer mojo rain shall fall for me
The road free, clearer, braver, kinder and timely,
Truth undenied, fear deposed, honesty not in throe
Through this weary way of silence, you know.
Some-Velvet-Briars/ May 25, 2025/ 2:51 AM
I have the touch of viking in me
The spirit of the wild and free
I am the waterfall cascading
Across all nordic kingdom
My sovereignty undenied
I render lush abundance
Assuring joy to a parched land
Pride and glory to its clan
I am the gurgling source of life
That will not ever wither
I am Lin of the winds
The goddess of the meadows
I bring forth springtime’s magic
And the song of meadowlarks
I am Lin who hails from lands of reverie
Of the many crosswinds I am Lin
Read on air by invitation ~ January 9, 2022 'POETS HARBOUR'
AP: 3rd place 2026, Honorable Mention 2026, Honorable Mention 2021
Upon a desert's silent sea of sand,
A tower stands with strength upon the land.
Its hue, a blazing red in sun's embrace,
Yet darkness hovers, casting mystic grace.
A contradiction painted 'cross the sky,
Dark clouds and sunshine vying, none comply.
The tower's shadow stretches 'long the ground,
A solitary sentinel, profound.
Desolation spreads, a barren, empty plain,
Where solitude and quietness remain.
Footprints mark a path of souls now gone,
Whispers of their stories linger on.
The sun, a golden orb in azure skies,
Its cheerful rays attempt to mesmerize.
Yet dark clouds gather, weaving tales untold,
A juxtaposition, nature's fold.
The tower's red, a poppy midst the sand,
A beacon in this arid, lifeless land.
Though clouds may mask the sun in somber shroud,
The tower's presence stands tall and proud.
In unity, the sun and darkness play,
A dance of contrasts in the sky's array.
The tower, steadfast, gazes far and wide,
Its strength against the odds, undenied.
So in this scene, where opposites unite,
The tower stands, a symbol shining bright.
Dark clouds and sun converge, then drift away,
A masterpiece of nature's night and day.
A cup of ice cream, he invites
A spoonful near my lips to try
Raising his finger to remove
Dots of ice cream that dropped
Blushing with his slightest touch
Hardly trying this to stop
Under my lashes, his eyes sparkle
Then he said, "like the stars, you twinkle"
Slight bubbly exchange of talks
As we proceed happily on our walk
Glancing sideways for sometime
Checking indirectly a clue undenied
On the red stoplight in the street, we halt
Entwining his hand on mine for a hold
Guiding me gently to pass safely on lane
To my home, admiration he exclaims
by:
olive_eloi
8:46 pm
02/17/2014
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In the heart of the humble countryside,
Where nature's beauty does coincide,
There lies an inglenook, a cherished place,
Where love and warmth forever embrace.
The inglenook stands, a beacon of light,
Guiding souls through love's endless delight.
Soaring for the heights, lofty and proud,
The beam room sprawl has an icon cursing loud.
Cozy and inviting, with a roaring log,
A place where lovers cuddle, hearts agog.
In this inglenook, deep feelings do reside
A sanctuary of love, where hearts confide,
With flickering candlelight, the scene is set,
A lounge so spacious, certainly to fret.
The wood fire blazed, its crackling sound,
Igniting passion, love's flame unbound,
In the hearth area, a colossal marble,
A symbol of strength, love's eternal marvel.
The heavy beams above, as guardians strong,
Watching over lovers, as they belong,
In this humble abode, where memories are made,
Love's eternal fire will never fade.
In the heart of the humble countryside,
Where souls intertwine, edge by side,
The inglenook whispers secrets untold,
In its warm embrace, love's story unfolds.
With each flicker of candlelight,
The inglenook dances, a mesmerizing sight,
Yawning with warmth, as a gentle embrace,
Inviting love's journey, in this sacred space.
The wood fire blazed, its crackling voice,
Serenading the hearts with its rejoice,
With every crackle and pop, love's melody,
Filling the air, creating harmony.
In this haven of love, where time idle still,
Hearts are entwined, bound by a thrill,
The inglenook holds the key,
To love's true essence, a symphony.
In the heart of the humble countryside,
Where love's flame burns, undenied.
1st place contest winner
Man of mystery,
Name surviving history
Man of intelligence,
Where time has proved his relevance
Hero of allied lines,
Deciphering future war crimes
In a world of injustice,
His tortured soul was forced to live
His genius was undenied
But he never got to show his pride
Oh Alan, mathematician
To save our souls became your mission
A thinking that was radical
Your life was mathematical
And yet one thing did not compute
No reason fair could constitute
Your hearts enforced sabbatical
Your suffering was mathematical
You cracked the code,
That saved our men from overload
When hate set it's sail
You succeeded where all had failed
Focused on work
Hiding from where feelings lurk
Desires unspoken
Left your genius heart, broken
His mindfulness now analysed
Shows how much life he compromised
Oh Alan, Mathematician
You lived in a world of sad division
A thinking quite grammatical
Your life was mathematical
Though inner peace was lost
A hidden price, an unfair cost
True love was economical
Your suffering was mathematical
But how your flame burns bright
Your true desire to do what's right
Your stubborn need to solve
And world pain to resolve
Oh Alan, Mathematician
You lived through silence and derision
A thinking inspirational
Your life was mathematical
Without your brilliant mind
Where would be humankind
Though costs were astronomical
Your suffering was mathematical
-- Alan Turing, 1912-1954
It's been years since we walked away from each other.
Long ago, I stopped looking back because I was afraid
that I'll not see your footprints following behind me.
Each time I dared turn my head; they'd faded a bit more.
With every hesitant step I've taken, I've wondered...
have I become nothing more than a pale phantom to you.
A memory, a ghost, who disappeared from view.
Do you no longer remember me; my name did you forget?
Or have you missed me and feel grievous sorrow and regret?
Maybe by now I'm just a delusion carried along on the wind.
Traces of you will always cling to me, a scent undenied and
in tears I cried, like raindrops falling from brooding clouds.
If afternoon showers could cleanse me of loving you,
I'd call out to the thunder god for a rage-filled storm.
My heart has never forgiven me for walking away from you.
I feel it beat more quickly on those dark and dreary days
when I think I hear your footfalls catching up to me.
I dare not turn around for fear of what I would not see.
Across chasms of time
our eyes may meet
love long unavailed
will pull at restraint
tomorrow must come
and an adamantium sky
ripples the aurora borealis
above my meager crown
My admiration lies in hidden smiles
as this burgeoning lust rolls all eyes
secreting the ties that bound us
I deny its velocity and validity
As Judas denied christ thrice
I deny us and what we once held
hanging trees of knowledge bloom
the truth is undressed and undenied
Along the Rose line in all my dreams
A shrill coming together killed us
draped in silenced peace I prayed
knowing love burns ever brighter still
But in these awkward realms of glass
where destiny plays with solid rock
and deja vu awakes my middle eye
the blink of a universe trickles tears
Gently twinkling stars remind me
on the tip of my tongue a word
falters to only lay dead in my throat
to know love I must speak in tongues
Knowing this I kiss goodbye the earth
letting destiny take hold of my hand
A nnulled are the possibilities of the past,
n uances of angst unborn, leave unformed, dashed at last.
E ach new breath rises like steam on a cold days brass,
w ine flows freely in a celebratory glass.
Y outhful lovers view a Valentine forecast.
E lders now rested lift from mid-winter's white morass.
A ll of life cozy-cuddled awaits the days repast,
r aring to go on an adventure unsurpassed,
s ailing oceans, climbing mountains, life with contrast.
T he New Year has wakened silver-spooned with such class
a mazing how new beginning bring hope undashed.
L augh with your eyes, smile with your heart opened so wide
e ach year's full of possibilities that's undenied.
It's in the moment taken long ago
feelings that were unintended
rising in suspense to know
as every life becomes upended.
If only I could recall the scene
and these old eyes could see
those fading memories and dreams
of all that life for us was to be.
Wouldn't change a thing
not that chance first meeting
or the aftermath it should bring
when you were my everything.
We've set aside the tears
knowing one last hello is our goodbye
still laughing, sighing at the years
giving in with only our love left undenied.
Wait for me
knowing how my heart aches
for now I must let you go
this is how - a heart breaks.