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he wondered through the empty corridor
awaiting a sudden movement
within the vagueness that had bestowed
the value of his timid gestures aroused
only by the rushing wind beneath his beard
silently he'd begun to whisper tainted
tormented views he'd often yearned to be
educated of life's simple sorts of wild tempered
laughter eagarly he'd gaze into a chartered sphere
leaving himself out coasting along the banks
of Alzheimer's wits his teeth chattered as memories
unfold into channels of non awareness followed
by traces of poverty and wrath his eyes squinted
as he sighed of homelessness and a meaningful
craving of cottage cheese churned to perfection
without any effort he'd remember a youth
not of his own he blinked of a sullen home
a pulley a hoe a tire swing hanging from a tree
he glanced in a copper pan and chanted are you me
The last snow of winter
blown by the wind
bares the gray
of branches to the sun
pregnant with buds.
Is it spring?
Testing spring
torpid from the winter
sleepy tiny buds
hesitant of the wind
search for the sun
between stalks of gray
A flash of red among the gray
a robin singing spring
drinking the sun
snow melt of winter
unfettered by the wind
shaking the buds
Softens around the buds
warmed by the sun
the frozen clay of winter
helped by the gray
showering clouds of spring
and milder wind
With gentler wind
and warming sun
the colors of spring
unfold in the opening buds
after the long gray
days of winter
Good-bye winter winds
Gray days without sun
Hello new buds of festive spring
First place winner: Brian Strand-Premier Choice No 1188
First Place Winner: Brian Strand-All Yours-2/19/21
Silent streams swirl silver shadows deep
Where sorrow's sediment settles, secrets keep
Forgotten fragments of a fractured past
Echoes of emotions that will forever last
Fleeting fingers of fate fan out the sand
As fragile fortunes falter, lost in the land
Unspoken undertows of unfulfilled desire
Yearning for a yesterday that's lost in the fire
Gathering gusts of grief, I grasp the grains
As whispers of what could've been remain in vain
Shifting shores of shattered dreams unfold
A tale of time and tears, forever to be told
In hollowed halls of heartache, I reside
Where shadows of shattered hopes abide
The weight of worn-out words, a heavy heart
A melancholy melody, forever to impart
Through the glassy gates of grief, I gaze
At the grains of time, in a haze of daze
A labyrinth of lost love, a maze of pain
A solitary soul, forever to remain
In the hourglass of existence, I'm confined
A prisoner of pain, forever left behind
The sands of solitude, a slow descent
A lonely journey, without a reprieve or consent
Fractured fragments of a forgotten past
Echoes of emotions that will forever last
In the desolate dunes of a dying heart
A solitary soul, forever to depart
Through the veil of vulnerability, I see
A reflection of regret, a legacy to be
A tale of time and tears, forever to unfold
A story of sorrow, forever to be told
In the shifting sands of solitude, I stand
A monument to melancholy, in this desolate land
1st Place Contest Winner
Compartmentalization, a labyrinth of the mind,
Dissociation, a dance with fragments blind,
Fragmentation, where sanity threads unwind,
Within this mental content, secrets we find
In the depths of the psyche, a world untold
Dissociative identities, stories unfold,
The heart weighs heavy with stitches torn,
Tender scars hemorrhaged; love core is worn.
Dangling damage, as shattered glass, gleams
Reflecting on the chaos, the pain, and the screams,
The cerebral cortex fires, a bull eye strike fatally,
Instinct walks the line, logic is useless, and hastily
Shattered visions, a maze within the soul,
Where reality ends and illusions control,
Lost in the labyrinth, searching for the light,
Betrayed by the mind deceptive might.
Within this maze of mental content
The battle to reconnect and prevent
Childhood trauma, the catalyst of this plight,
A shattered sense of self-taking flight.
Each compartment holds a piece of the truth.
Yet the puzzle remains incomplete, uncouth,
A jigsaw of memories, scattered and torn,
A puzzle of identities, tattered and worn.
Fragments of memories are scattered and lost
As the mind tries to bear the unbearable cost
Memories encoded and stored deep within
But retrieval becomes a battle to begin.
Fragments of life scattered such debris,
A shattered mirror, reflecting what used to be,
The mind labyrinth, a maze of confusion,
A battle within, a constant intrusion
But amidst the chaos, a speck of hope
A chance to mend the pieces, to learn to cope,
To embrace the fractures and find strength within,
To embrace the scars and let the healing begin.
Within broken visions, a spark of resilience resides.
A spirit that refuses to accept any abides.
By compartmentalization and dissociation,
by fragmentation and mental isolation.
The cerebral cortex may fire, but the mind will rise.
And rationality, once blasted, will find its prize.
Instinct will gracefully dance with grace.
As the shattered visions find their rightful place.
So let us navigate this maze of the mind.
With compassion and understanding, we'll find
Behind the shattered glass and fractured dreams,
Lies a resilience that utterly gleams.
TIME FOR LOVE
Essence of love may fade with time.
Neither wait nor waste time,
being reticent or hesitant.
Drive out wobbling!
Bubbling blood should rush in flood.
Make haste to progress or to impress
never to egress.
Amour in glamour with romantic aroma
does not allow any dilemma.
Bud of lavender love may not unfold petals
on prolong waiting.
Be loud: Speak proud in prime time.
Time flows and goes away forever.
So! Dear, be prompt.
Come close with red rose
so far heart glows.
Proceed and propose
05/ 27/21
Re-edited on 07/11/21
'T' Contest New or Old Poems'
by Constance La France
I watched the pregnant night with all its dark secrets unfold in front of my tired eyes
And the moon full of passion and glory singing loudly above my mystified head
While the dancing stars illuminates profoundly around my sleeping bed.
The night flying with favor saturated with awe landed upon a steady rock
And smile gentle at me, as if I was part of its formidable mystery
It took my powerful hands and travel around the pervasive land
The night full of power and might converse with me until broad day light
We sat upon mountain tops staring each other in the eyes, night searching night
I just could not resist this enigma everything was engraved in a profound paradox.
We flew upon roof tops, tall buildings and skyscrapers observing tiny shadows
bewildered by all the trouble makers, bad men and ruthless gangs.
And there were those who pretended as if they had something to hide
Tip-toeing softly with pistols hanging from their brutal sides, hearts racing miserable.
There we were standing right by their naked beds watching them inter-coursing
We stood right behind their porous doors absorbing every single word , we hear them bad mouthing each other right before the start of the popular show
Oh powerful night why do you keep dragging me out of my spongy bed at nights?
What have I to do with this mystical episode,
I pray thee release me from this tormenting discourse.
The night forced me into cavernous nature, we sat upon tall trees and solid rocks
gallivanting on the beach and running up and down on crystal white sand
We glide through thick forest bewildered by sounds, unfamiliar sounds
with a hopeful message engraved deeply in them.
The night owl had fallen asleep
And there I was bounded by nature way out in the deep
I saw her standing on top of the heightened mountain smiling and waving at me
Everything happened so quickly,it was a glorious mystery.
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The toolbox lid screeched~
a rusted complaint
against my insistence.
Inside: not wrenches,
but sepia toned photos~
Granny laughing in her kitchen, 1953;
a grocery list “milk, bread, forgiveness”
a psalm fragment glued to bent tin—
“though weeping tarries…”
words bleeding into rust.
Underneath the tray, coiled like a promise~
Uncle Frank’s fishing line, still knotted
to a hook
that snagged nothing
but river ghosts
for thirty years.
Wedged in the corner—
a lottery ticket, expired,
numbers smudged
by thumbprints
that pressed
too hard.
Uncle Frank never won.
But every Tuesday, he’d unfold
that flimsy paper at the diner counter,
coffee steaming~
“Hope’s a stubborn stain,” he’d rasp,
tapping the numbers.
Tonight, rain needles the roof.
I lay the relics on his workbench~
the brittle psalm,
the lost fish,
the ticket dreaming of jackpots
in landfill silence.
No miracles here~
only the quiet hum
of what endures:
the unpegged certainty
that dawns keep coming,
that love stitches its repair
in the dark,
with thread unseen.
A day like any other, yet so divine,
When you first breathed, and your life entwined with mine.
Years have passed, each moment a treasure,
Your growth and joy are beyond any measure.
From first steps to first words, I've watched you soar,
Each milestone is a gift I couldn't ask for more.
Your laughter, a melody that brightens my days,
Your curiosity leads you down in wondrous ways.
Today we celebrate not just your birth,
But the light you bring to this vast earth.
Your kindness, your spirit, your beautiful heart,
In this grand universe, you play a vital part.
Candles on cake, wishes whispered low,
Another year older, another chance to grow.
But know this, my darling, as certain as can be,
You'll always be that precious baby to me.
Your dreams are vast, your potential untold,
I'm here to support you, to watch you unfold.
On this special day, I just want to say,
I'm proud of you in every single way.
So blow out your candles, make a wish anew,
Remember always, my love for you is true.
Happy birthday, my daughter, my joy, my light,
May your year ahead be spectacularly bright.
You've got only one canvas
so, paint your picture big
paint it bright
use bold sweeping motions
like storm clouds
stalking a fathomless ocean.
Don't step back to gain perspective
and make corrections
this will cause hesitancy
your colors will bleed weak.
Just let it fly
paint in the color of honor and honesty
paint it bright.
Paint for yourself, not for others
. Painting for others is like inbreeding...
The subject becomes deformed-impure-lifeless and sleezy.
Paint for yourself, watch miracles unfold.
Paint lost moments with the deepest of grays.
Paint the remaining seconds like golden motions of royalty.
Paint happiness in manic purple and reds.
Toward the end, drag yourself to the edge of the sea.
Now wrap yourself in your masterpiece.
Proudly wear the colors of the final sunrise.
The colors of your unique existence.
The colors of your life.
The breeze, a gentle confidante, murmurs secrets in her unbound hair, As she rides upon wings like sunlit ivory, etched with threads of dawn's gold. Her eyes, twin pools reflecting the endless blue, yearn for horizons yet unseen, yet to unfold.
Beneath them, the earth unfolds like a vibrant tapestry, emerald fields woven with sapphire threads of the distant sea. The rising sun, a celestial artist, dips its brush in fiery hues, painting the clouds in a masterpiece for eternity.
The mighty bird, a tireless spirit akin to her own, cleaves the vast canvas of the sky, strong and sure. Together they ascend, hearts entwined like melodies in perfect harmony, soaring ever higher towards the boundless light, evermore.