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Immortality
I was not. I was. I am. I will be. I will not be.
I was not, but my star stuff was. Part of the universe. Part of the wheeling galaxies and all the voids between. Finding its way from countless origins to the earth itself.
Then, suddenly, I was. My star stuff came alive, added other star stuff, grew, and gained identity. And I became who I am.
And for a brief moment in time, I will be – feeling, knowing, aware, until my star stuff returns to the dust from whence it came.
And then I will not be. But my star stuff will be on or in the earth, for a time, unknowing and eventually unknown, while the wheeling galaxies and uncountable stars await.
And when the sun reaches out in its death throes and consumes the earth, countless millennia from now, my star stuff will be released back into the universe from whence it came.
And the process will begin again and will ever be. And is that not immortality?
—What Time Takes Before We Wake—
I deemed a life a province ruled by clock,
that every loss must cross some final door,
and what the dark withheld was yielded back as morn;
I trusted memory to enshrine my name,
whilst years, beneath the liturgy of body,
wrought their unheralded dominion into silence.
Yet age doth enter not with trumpet, but with silence;
it filches, grain by grain, the sovereignty of clock,
until some kingdom forfeited within the body
hath crossed, ere we perceive it, through an unseen door;
the face still answers to the summons of its name,
whilst gold, unknowing, crowns the counterfeit of morn.
There are departures indistinguishable from morn,
for naught in the bright air proclaims silence;
the heart yet keeps its covenant with its name,
the pulse performs its ancient office beneath the clock,
and yesterday seems safely sealed behind its door,
though something hath already altered in the body.
Then did I learn: the future is within the body,
not as tomorrow, but as the treachery of morn;
each year conducts some former self beyond a door,
and what we call forgetting is but deepening silence,
whilst time, like some invisible sexton, winds the clock,
until even loss grows strange beneath its own name.
Wherefore I feared not chiefly the extinction of a name,
but that time should revise its scripture in the body;
for time doth not merely travel onward with the clock—
it bears us hence, though every day resemble morn,
and leaves no footprint save its consecrated silence,
whilst we, poor witnesses, enquire what lies beyond the door.
Now September comes; I keep no vigil at the door.
Let former hours depart and take their borrowed name;
let what must dwindle dwindle into silence;
let time fulfil its austere workmanship upon the body.
For waking is not finding some imperishable morn,
but hearing, ere we knew it, what was ticking in the clock.
The door knows my name; silence inhabits the body;
the last morn comes unbidden—the clock has ceased.
And I, who feared the silence, find the door within the name.
Proclaim thee a Lady?
Oh, they of ignorant mind
Neither good or bad, but human, this man
Vexed of own passion, o' cunning love
Keep'st eyes blinded of all thy own wisdom and trust
Lest eyes well-seeing thy lady's foul faults shall find
Thy woman of past indiscretion, hath scarlet ribboned veins
Unknowing from whence cameth thou, she
Fancy fleeting bird be now belied
Wilt he never see her feathered locks, promiscuity?...
How boldly foolish is his name!
That on himself such murd'rous shame commits
What haste and wile steals thy seasoned eye?
Yea, who tamed the sea, yet drowns in thee?
While wed to one, yet flys away
Against tongued wrath, society
Against cruel slander of thy fame
Against the wind, self dignity
Fancy fleeting bird wilt you, fly on scalded wings
With scandal your offerings
Till own death near, to die in shame 'tis worth the game?
To shun the heaven that leads a man to hell?
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"Old English Scandal" Lady Hamilton
Out here,
where time forgets its name
and distance wears no shoes,
a single atom dreams
of being seen.
A nebula breathes in slow creation—
a phosphorous wound
stitched by light,
spilling stars like secrets
never meant for mouths.
What lilt remains in the voice of the void?
Even silence has shape here—
serpentine,
a slither of ancient radiation
wrapping the bones of galaxies,
like a mother tucking in
what she cannot keep.
We call it space,
but it’s more:
a cascade of almosts,
of might-have-beens and never-weres,
falling endlessly
through a gravity
that remembers everything
but forgives nothing.
The lunar dust knows—
how soft it is to vanish,
how even your footprints
can outlive your breath.
And Earth, blue with burden,
floats like a question
we’ve stopped trying to answer—
spinning myths into maths,
naming fire with numbers,
hoping to out-code
the ache.
There is a myriad of ways to be alone.
But here,
in this tender, terrible expanse,
we are together
in our unknowing.
And maybe that
is enough
to make us stars.
Reflections of Love
Where are we going, for love we chase
To places unknowing and cannot keep pace
Sometimes fleeting, others at length
Always defeating our will and our strength
It spins like a feather on whirling pond
Fixes no tether and guiles the beyond
It falls from the sky, erupts from the sea
It does not ask why and is never free
It is all around, waiting to link
Not easily found as we may think
A shoulder it taps, direction it guides
Sensation unwraps but destiny hides
It’s hit and it’s miss, so often it tries
With mystical kiss, we don’t realise
Where we are going, for love we chase
A place never knowing, yet long its embrace
For ‘Reflections of Love’ Contest
Poem written 4 March 13 by R D Seal
Silent but Deadly (Written 2014)
In the heart of the nursing home where old folks stay,
Lived Erasmus, a man twinkling in twilight's array.
With a glimmer that danced in his mischievous eyes,
He concocted a plan to bring great surprise.
Not a prankster by trade, but a jester at heart,
He perfected an art that set him apart.
With a silent approach, undetected, unseen,
He'd let loose a cloud, where he once had been.
The residents gathered, unknowing, at ease,
Till the air filled with a curious breeze.
A stench so strong, it could wilt a rose,
They clutched at their noses and squinted their toes.
"Who could it be?" they wondered, looking around,
Silent but Deadly Erasmus made not a sound.
Except for a giggle, suppressed and discreet,
Erasmus, now hiding, pretending to be sweet.
The ladies, most prim, with their hankies out,
Fluttered and fussed an occasional shout,
"It's Erasmus again!" with a laugh and a tease,
Pointing at him, the one cutting the cheese.
Though the air was quite foul, the laughter was sweet,
As they chased down the halls on their slippered feet.
For in every life, a little fun must be had,
Even if it's a bit smelly, a bit bold, a tad mad.
So remember dear Erasmus, with his silent decree,
Who taught us to laugh, letting spirits run free.
For in the end, it's the joy that we spread,
That lights up our days, 'til we're finally in bed.
And so, in this home where the old folks stay,
The legend of Erasmus lingers to this day.
A reminder to all, that life's for the living,
With each silent gift that keeps on giving.
Sometimes a road is strange
Sometimes a place is misleading
Sometimes a hope is a nope
Sometimes the rope holds you high
Keeps your breath away
Sometimes home is not like what it felt before
Sometimes home is a different dream
A unknowing foundation you build your soul on
Sometimes this life takes you down breaks your heart
Cuts you deep but all this heap is just a obstacle you must conquer
To believe in you is to ignore all you fear
To hear yourself say
There is more to this then what is now
To take the fight right to what you are scared of most of all
Makes you strong takes your tears away
Although some punches will not have an effect now but later on down that road
once clouded you shall see that impact will be felt longer now within your child's belief
You just might teach the most valuable lesson of all
Never let fear dictate your direction in this road of life.
Will you linger with me when July graces
the spring- dew of my breath
hailing the glow of spring's flowering?
How about the end of summer wind gliding
on ember of hope burned
by the heat of season's nights?
And come bitter November,
would your hands cuddle mine
in withered age when flakes wheeze
of a hundred vague symphonies ...
except for unsolicited embraces
ready to enfold you when
winter candles wax the torpid kiln of infallibility--
If so then lead me on, on...
while autumn spirals through
pensive intervals more frequent
than the drift of upturned leaves in a space
of unknowing-- how much more
can the eternity of seasons etch
the piercing trance of time's flames
courting moonlight's evanescence
where forever is but destiny's kismet, not ours ?
Tell me about ever after...my seasons
are hungry again.
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1st place
She is a matron who possesses strong beliefs
She remained substantial despite the vastness of her griefs
She was so young yet a mother she was to become
Her path filled with obstacles, trying never to forget from where she had come.
As a child all I could see was my Mother, my hero only there for me!
Unknowing of the battles and her story so incomplete.
She held my hand through every storm
She is my refuge on her shoulder is where I mourn
She has been frail from life’s course
She would stroke my hair as her cancer spread, whispering my angel it’s not sore
I would shed my tears for my Hero was wounded so by the human race
Yet she would perpetually cup my face teaching me that we are saved only by grace
Through the years she had taken lashes with fragnet repercussions
She is always open for my questions with patience shell engage in my absurd discussions
My Hero may have been un-movingly strong
But she too has fallen and felt the thrashes of feeling her doings are all wrong
Being a mother is one of the gravest callings of them all
Incessantly our mothers try to make every decree in hopes to always prevent her child’s fall
Children often forget the sacrifices made by a mother, forgotten are their hearts when all we covet are our intrinsic will
Bending over backwards and some, just to see our faces gleam from a windowsill
continued....
Anxiety and depression force into your life,
you’ve no control no solution or answer,
it just breaks your stride fall nose dive
caught up in disaster,
and alike now,
it limits your freedom
leaving you down,
can’t have what’s needed,
life won’t allow
you’re trapped and unsure,
confused there’s no cure,
self confident no more
with anger and sadness
fear and dread yours to endure,
paranoia self doubt
conflict warring yourself
with no experience to call
and like now through law
you can’t do what you did before,
unknowing and unexplored
you stay away from society
it’s a priority stuck feeling horribly
and you’ve no ability
to change this new found reality
surrounding you indefinitely.
You have no control but you’re here now
and there’s no route out
just mountains and water to drown
it just happened to you
and adapt you must do!
Alike now you’re locked down
Alike now you can do nothing
Emphasis
You can’t control this reality you’re in,
but you’re in it,
alike those victims of abuse slander and bullies.
It just happened to you,
black from white
You’re in it, it’s new,
but still your life!
Minds never become damaged on the inside and
Minds don’t damage themselves
It’s what minds absorb from the outside that shapes mental health
So you at the moment are in a situation
you cannot control change or influence,
you’re living the depression experience
with one difference
you have light in the distance,
We are helpless to poor mental health,
it’s arrival and presence through what we experience
As we are helpless now to this unprecedented virus!
And it’s not your fault, but is your life!
Treat people nice or you’ll damage them inside
destroying their life,
it’s basically murder,
cus their never the same again,
character disturbing,
and makes you lame from contributing to their change and hurting
Selfishness is the route to extinction
Just be nice
Mental Health awareness.