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Glenn Hughes Poetry Contest - Robert James Liguori
HEAVY: Glenn Hughes:RESONATE (2016)
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I know that strange feeling
A ton weighs on my heartstrings
The Ears yearn to listen
Language of the given
The Eyes wish to rest
In the dust of land born
My gut waits unmindful
For dishes made by mom
It’s so heavy, I got to go home
To my mom, to my land, to my folk
I wanna see that teared smile
On wrinkled face of mom
I wanna feel the tap & hug
By my folk, by my kin
Every time I feel the fear
I fear death away from home
It’s a crime if you don’t feel that way
It’s a crime if you just walk away
The air of motherland
The soil of motherland
The tongue of motherland
Worth known to only
Those far away from home
You know that you’re not alone
Don't cover me with a mantle of glitter
For a circus parade that flaunts
A pretentious kaleidoscopic dream,
Where I am tricked to enchant an audience
Paying hard-earned bills while I roll on a tyke--
Or use my ivory as decor for varnished tables,
Chests and even antique inlays on narra beds:
And my furry skin you peel, turn into
Stilettos, even haute- couture labels designed
Only for those vain magnates...how impertinent!
I am the spirit of the wild forest,
The towering giant of peace on a roam
Where my ears listen to children's fables
As they mount on my back through a landscape
Bathed in night's purple glow... a mystique
Setting a ride into a dazzled starlight,
While we strut away, unmindful of how
dense mankind can be in this journey
Soothed by fresh murmuring of a breeze...
If I were an elephant, let me rock, indulge
On a sacred place made innocent
By the gods who created playful, grassy trails.
For Rob Carmack's Screwed XV1 Contest
Submitted 3/01/2017
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Originally Written 12..13..2016
Sometimes, I wish, I simply wish, throughout the day
Musing, on a moonlit night soaked in a blueish essence
You and I, falling short of words. Silence, gone astray
Pastime of eternity, where hearts melt in a confluence
Sometimes, I wish, I simply wish, throughout the day.
Musing, on a moonlit night soaked in a blueish essence
You and I, falling short of words. Silence, gone astray
Pastime of eternity, where hearts melt in a confluence....
dense in emotions, ribbons wrapped in whims
A word or two, wander at times.
You will be mine, one walkway, under the shades of greeneries
You will touch one unmindful chime, rhyme, cascades of tunes
You and I, falling short of words. Silence, gone astray
Pastime of eternity, where hearts melt in a confluence....
If you are there, o muse, to splash once with your touch, gentle
I will cherish the moment, to plead, “Do, o thee, do!”,
once in an up roaring drizzle.
I am a traveler, stranger of your indifferent sacred temple
You and I, falling short of words. Silence, gone astray
Pastime of eternity, where hearts melt in a confluence
Sometimes, I wish, I simply wish, throughout the day.
Musing, on a moonlit night soaked in a blueish essence.
Acknowledgement : Bappa Mazumder
Bangladeshi singer.
I carry a message deep inside my chest,
a quiet storm, a sacred word,
but when I hold it out to others,
they look at the dust on my hands instead.
"Oh ok," they say, with a careless shrug,
or a nod that flattens the sky to rock.
They count the bark on a rotting tree,
while I alone feel the forest breathe.
It hurts to speak into a dynamic light
to eyes that are attuned to the shades of black,
to watch the truths that burn inside my very being
be swept away like dust.
No ear to catch the undertow,
no voice to match the frequency—
a language built for depth and ache,
trapped inside the core of me.
I look to the left, I look to the right,
on a winding road through mountain paths,
with no one to walk beside me
or take this weight from my tired hands.
So I let the surface keep its calm,
I’ll stop trying to make them see.
The ocean doesn't ask the shore
to understand the depth of the blue sea.
The road does not demand a crowd
to prove that it is true,
and though the silence presses in so loud,
the path still carries me.
Let the shallow waters stay behind,
unmindful of the rising tide—
some paths are meant for one,
with all of Heaven by my side.
Darkened Doorways
He’d walked this trail in dreams before
sniffed hungrily at each locked door
across the country shore to shore
from rocky coasts to mountains core
felt the populations sigh
huddling in fear of breaking dawns
their children used as rulers pawns
white crosses dotting barren lawns
while grieving mothers slowly die.
Although he saw the sadness grow
he walked no faster, nor more slow
for it was not his job to know
which way the fatal wind might blow
just march in flowing cape of black
cast his shadow on their fate
unmindful of their time or date
or those who stand alone and wait
nor count the ones not coming back.
For he alone with sharpened scythe
carries his darkness through the light
that cries to those in spirits fright
in tunnel visions final sight
dimming the light of then and now
erasing all that might have been
forgiving all of final sin
that death will someday lose, not win
death’s scythe and cape take final bow.
for Isaiah Zerbst - The Lady of Shalott – Poetry contest
9/9/2014
“For whatsoever is born of God overcometh the world: and this is the victory that overcometh the world, even our faith.” 1 John 5:4 of the King James Bible
Despite crises, God’s victory rules with His bounty
Dispelling hardships causing despair, anguish and anxiety
His help enables the diligent to fight poverty
Enriching them with labor’s fruits of productivity.
Despite problems, God’s guidance keeps His believers settled
Leading them to His perfect will where they are safely handled
His wisdom directs them against being deceived and rattled
Thus, they overcome struggles tenaciously when embattled.
Despite despair, God’s holy pursuits magnify His presence
Putting to shame selfish goals of no value and sense
His standards push His followers toward noble persistence
Against worldliness that pulls them down by its alluring insistence.
Despite falsity, God’s power exalts what’s right
Moving His stewards to do their utmost best with commitment-light
Making them to be blessings with their good works’ might
As with servants’ hearts, they praise the Lord with gratitude’s delight.
Despite sin-imprisonment, God-given freedom can be enjoyed indeed,
Worshiping Him is exciting, unmindful of time to exceed
Sin-slavery He can vanquish to meet every soul’s need
Spiritual hunger - He alone - with His satisfaction can feed.
July 19, 2023 Original Title is "Litany"
2nd place, "Writing Challenge - L Words" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France; judged on 7/20/2023
Amidst distractions
he’s simply focused
minding his business
so special to him
yes, his bathing spree…
With mirth-filled freedom
he enjoys sans fuss
such hygienic feat
making himself clean
unmindful of me…
Confronted by mindfulness’ enjoyment
I’m resolved for functional settlement
Thankful to God for every blest moment
Optimizing His rich grace endowment.
Choosing to be joyous is my heart’s goal
With peace prevailing over mind and soul
Blissful present engaging welfare whole
Triumphant in fulfilling every role.
Thus, I pray with faith
trusting the Saviour
for our special child
who in his stature
is a great blessing…
While smiting spasm
gripping his movements
he zooms with wheelchair
praising the Lord Who
is mindful* of him.
Possessing a cheerful now perspective
Illumined for Christ’s divine directive
I stay in my ministry objective
Serving with ardor to be productive.
Propped wisely with “today-orientation”
My spirit claims its maximization
Propelled by Holy Spirit’s direction
Jubilant to fulfill designation.
Conscious of schedule
I’m still flexible
with time so precious
for Bible stories
my boy delights in.
Thus, may God forbid
my swerving away
from blest mindfulness
He’s involved me with
Since HE is my life.
*Psalm 115:12 The LORD hath been mindful of us: he will bless us…
June 12, 2021
7th place, "MINDFULNESS" Poetry Premier Contest
Sponsored by Unseeking Seeker; judged on 6/13/2021.
I thank You, my God for Your presence in my life which is my utmost desire
Such assures me of Your love that’s always on fire
Caring and comforting me as Your compassion does require
Every time I wake up, till at night, I retire.
I thank You, my God, for reigning over me lovingly
As Your redeemed child by my faith in Christ genuinely
Your calmness conquers my fearful heart sweetly
Every time harsh crises surround me tremendously.
I thank You, my God since in Your control is where I find freedom indeed
Communing with You, unmindful of time to exceed
While I trust You earnestly to meet my every need
Every time I seek You so my soul You can feed.
I thank You, my God as You grant me Your grace toward eternity
Dispelling my thoughts of anguish and anxiety
Your bliss envelops me with Your warm security
Every time You fill me with Your gladness’ certainty.
I thank You, my God for Your divine guidance that keeps me settled
You lead me toward right authorities where I’m safely handled
Your wisdom directs me against being deceived and rattled
Every time I submit to You my weary mind that’s embattled.
I thank You, my God that You make worthy my existence
Away from You, my goals have no value with motive that's just a pretense
I need Your standards to push me toward noble persistence
Every time worldliness pulls me down by its alluring insistence.
I thank You, my God, for victory that awaits me thru Your power
That prods me forward in my service as Your called sower
To bear fruits yielded by my sacrifices blooming as a flower
Every time You rain blessings to me from Your heavenly tower.
*Romans 7:25 I thank God through Jesus Christ our Lord.
June 28, 2018
3rd place, "My Muse, Mortal" Poetry Contest
Hosted by Gregory R. Barden; judged on 8/21/2018.
Lyric penned on pain of separation
molding in a mesmerized melody.
Emotive urge oozing on lamentation,
yielding an amazing rich rhapsody.
Rhythm rained rued rolling on resonance.
Sweet syllable and tempting tune combined.
Sorrowful music touched muse to enhance.
In same string singer and listeners entwined.
Intrinsic interlude tuning unsure.
Dormant desire awoke and flowed in stream.
Melancholy with sweetness to allure.
Listeners sank into abyss of deep dream.
Symphony sung in beautiful sadness,
putting listeners in unmindful madness.
Fifth Place
'Best Sonnet 2019' Contest by John Hamilton
Third Place
'STRAND CHOICE' Contest by by Brian Strand
The day fell at its prey since man’s first fall,
To feed poison the dragon hath lifted its head,
Men have fallen into lucrative chasm,
Many ‘succeeded’ perching on the dragon’s head,
A few ‘defeated’ chewed ‘twixt the beast’s teeth.
The ‘victory-markers’ decked themselves with stars stolen
Which ought to be all men’s property shared in oneness.
The ‘star-markers’ began to squeeze their subjects and minions,
For minions take their root for their swampy survival,
And run deep thro’ stony soil unhealthy for fertility.
They sleep on stolen beds sans shame,
Their survival runs thro’ coveted bills,
And they break heads of the honest horse.
Sweet is their rest on the spiky bed of the poor,
Across their domain raise they their statues of the Poor’s sweat.
They eat doctor’s pain thro’ people’s treasury,
Never have they failed to lash at talents for self glory.
Manifestos so sweet strolling at their lips;
Yet sweetest are the deeds done for their families;
Yet most bitter when hung around the Poor’s neck.
They lay roads to their family line;
But dig chasms to the poorest of folks.
Lungs stained with bribes they can’t breathe themselves;
Yet breathing thro’ folk’s idiocies.
They can write stories; but not histories;
Yet what they’ve made are fallacies.
They dance on people’s neck until it breaks,
They build castles themselves in the air;
And for the poor lay roads to survive.
They kick the belly of the sweating toil.
They say they make the hen crow and the cock lay eggs,
Unmindful of their fooleries they dig pit themselves.
Who cares them? For one has to toil and survive;
Yet I hate the politicians for want of honesty in them.