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“Don’t seek to be happy; let everyone else chase after that rainbow. Seek to be kind, and you’ll find the rainbow follows you.”
- Richelle E. Goodrich
Surreal as the ebb and flow of soft mists
With imaginary songs in the distance
Igniting spirits with gentle swirls and twists
Hazy whispers of hope found in existence
Beneath shadowy folds of a laughing sun
Praying and praising with honest persistence
Ethereal breaths of joy heaven has spun
Within hearts in hues of kindness grown from hope
Publishing sweet passion that has just begun
Dreamlike feelings come alive to help me cope
Giving me a trancelike silence in the flow
Calm as the summer rain falling on the slope
Unreal, like a fantasy, love aglow
When I reach the end of that lovely rainbow
Dreamlike Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
May 23, 2021
In a world of mirrors, where shadows dance at dusk,
The stars sing silent ballads, shining in unknown dreams,
Words stretch like a river of desires, flowing toward the horizon,
Where truth dresses in cloaks of illusions, rising to the sky.
Who can read the story in the heart of a night flower?
Leaves of silence grow on branches of unwritten thoughts,
And in the whirlwind of words thrown to the wind, the truth remains silent,
A paradox of quiet that screams in misunderstood silences.
In a corner of the universe, where souls meet,
Angels paint love on the canvas of a gray day,
Silence itself becomes a melody that resonates in lonely hearts,
A symphony of moments seeking their place in the eternity of an instant.
When hearts close like flowers under the leaden sky,
The soul seeks refuge in the cradle of gentle thought,
And in the labyrinth of silence, the being finds solace,
A dance of lights and shadows on the stage of an unreal life.
So, do not wish for another's steps, for the path is shrouded in mystery,
Do not seek answers in words that do not concern you,
For in the silence of your heart, the truth sings on its own,
And in the paradox of existence, you are your own wandering star.
Our hearts of love is but a fire and ice I can’t suffice
It’s a kind of love, a type thereof, with a high price
A price, I, unfortunately, cannot completely afford
Not to mention all these sick emotions that I hoard
It’s a choir unprepared, unrehearsed
It’s our secrets, somewhat dispersed
Alas, my darling, I’ve done you wrong
Burn away the remorse from my tongue
I have a couple of awful scars that won’t heal
Our secret verses in song-form are so unreal
Let God act like your kind nurse to restore you to blessed health,
Restoring grace to your life-long verse with wellness and wealth
Delight douses my weary soul all over again, making me happily blind
Midnight's might kept me with no clarity in mind, left me left behind
Shake away the dust from off your shoes of sulky filth and clearly see
You are my daily muse, a muse that will set me free, hoping extremely
It’s truly a tragedy in total reverse
It’s a gem-glowing gift or a curse
Cast away my tears in the ocean
Drown out the constant commotion
Persevere…
Have no fear…
Shed no tear…
I am here…
God is near…
Have so cheer…
I’ll hold you dear…
Hang on to hope's chandelier…
And your boat, I shall steer
Through the waters of Aphradere
Through the waters of Aphradere
Through the waters of Aphradere
Through the waters that draw near
That draw near us, I pray, yet I fear
But, He says fear no evil today and tomorrow
Today will be our tomorrow, no plans of sorrow
As we pass through, hand in hand,
The waters of Aphradere and sand
Our feet buried under, head above
God is looking after us, my love,
And your boat, I shall steer
Hang on to hope's cheer
I’ll hold you dear…
Wear joy's gear
God is near…
I am here…
Shed no tear…
Have no fear…
Persevere…
From beginning to end, my lone dear
God will end your horrid, tragic fear
It’s quite a miracle and a curse that we remain here…
In the waters of Aphredere, waterfalls do appear,
But, with His sacred, glory-engulfed guidance,
He will lead us through the waters of Aphradere
He will drown it all away with His lovely radiance
Written: May 05, 2024
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You crossed the gloss,
Under a star-spangled sky,
To greet me at dawn.
Foggy dreams awoke me,
my brain was amort,
I sense your whisper,
I immediately drew it.
While in the woods, birds sang,
leaving darkness behind,
the haze-modified hues,
would dance with the sun.
I'll acknowledge,
I am mesmerized by singing,
and my senses were enhanced.
Yet, in extending them,
I may endanger your soul,
I created a human ghost,
It is unknown what will occur.
Love beckons you,
Although it seems pointless,
I can't bear my dream,
While on the verge,
There is plenty to consider.
Often ambiguous,
Vague atmosphere,
It almost feels as "déjà vu".
Unreal is magnificent,
I can't break this magic spell,
It lurks near to life,
Some believe it is a vision,
Which detects every sign.
Realistic hyperbole,
for heartfelt times.
Imaginary equivocates
Inquiring all along the states
In a silenced unreal fullness of Time
Necessity and Space, for a while
Forever unconsciuous of her mind
Inexistent demonstration of her exile
Our world, our dimension, our style
Decided all in one only night
Before the announced wreckship of mankind
Unnatural and delight
of our notes, dreams and lines
that were simple vovels of an infant cry
Above the sheet of shyness
And over the street of soleness
The tremble of a while
An electrified dumb image of dismay
As it looks from behind
It’s a simple algorithm
But with no way to retourn back again
For the eternal stage of fearless Fate
I was 21 when I met you,
You painted my heart of pale grayish blue,
I remember the night how you entirely kissed me,
Our love was the best but full of uncertainty.
Ruthless crazy things were done in a cold sinful night,
Love in our first night was never really ought to be right.
We held each other’s hand out of that darkest wood,
Shameless kisses were given though our love was one doubly brood.
I did not know how those wrongful things seem to be righteous?
Our love was confused and treacherously so vicious.
I knew you were trouble when you came in to my life,
Those mistakable glasses are so wrong and rife.
I loved you so bad and that’s an endless fact,
Your hugs of unknown are immensely not tact.
I remember that date when we had everything,
We gazed up to stars and wish of everlasting.
I loved you so true when you utter mock words,
Your verses of sweetness aren’t ever but those gory swords.
We talked about us and agreed about list of musts,
I was childishly scared to do those things up until last.
You hated me, swore me and told me that I’m immature grown up,
You texted me, cussed me and finally decided to break it up.
Next days of my life were fearfully fragile,
Love was hopeless and obviously unreal.
I knew that you never ever loved me,
I was totally stupid and was so out of the sea.
So casually cruel in the name of being in love,
Every day was a joke and secretly cried it at a silent cove.
You left me in nowhere and never showed up,
I remember how love was so vague when we broke up.
You were a trouble in me for the last 2 years,
Discovering new me was trapped in small spheres.
I really wanted to blame this to God Almighty Himself,
Have no right to be peevish because it’s one test of self.
If I only knew that things would never turn out so right,
Guess I did not give myself up in that love at first night.
Form:
Dream the dreams that have never been dreamt. David Bower
And When You Choose to Dream
Go on wings of hope
Not tiny robins’ wings
but bold and tireless dragon wings,
ethereal, shadowy, intangible in the air.
Go to the hazy realms beyond the imaginary
beyond the trancelike spell of what is unattainable
Where the unreal becomes real,
even the dreamlike becomes surreal
Live on the words that bind your heart
Return - when you have the answers.
~ First Place~
Writing Prompt - Dreamlike - Poetry Contest
Constance La France
Date 5/29/21
I have to get out of the mirror.
I think there is a cure.
I heard a sound from the other side.
Reminding me of when I had died.
Reminding me of when the faces held still.
Nothing was morphing as I relaxed on that hill.
Why is it that I can see more than one?
I thought I had eaten the last cinnamon bun.
There’s always one more.
Of that treat I bought at the store.
I think I live happily.
In this parallel universe that expands more everyday.
I have to get out of the mirror.
There is fear.
I think those desserts on the counter aren’t real.
I guess in this place, we can’t taste or feel.
I think there is a cure- In time-
Slime. Lime. Climb.
A game of rhyming becomes lost.
When everyone else has double crossed.
I think there is a sound.
It’s just the background.
It’s just part of the simulation or something.
It’s as unreal as a dog on a swing.
I think I should get out of the mirror pretty soon.
But what’s another noon?
Behind the harsh glass, I can cry.
Pry, and, try, and lie.
8.4
“When there is no “I”
there is only liberation
When “I” appears
bondage appears with it
Knowing this, it is effortless to refrain
from accepting and rejecting”
’I’ as in i-dentity
Not the ‘I’ as in i-infinity
The doer
Not the mover
With this knowing
Let our contemplation keep flowing
Bondage however is not in the doing
Rather in indulgence resulting in stagnating
If we choose to seamlessly embrace-hold-release
With nonchalant ease
We become like Krishna in midst of lovely maidens many
Dancing in ecstasy yet not attached to any
This verse too imparts this knowing
Distancing from both accepting & rejecting
For any action that be not in effortlessness
Is ego manifest in serpentine surreptitiousness
Looking a little deeper what does this entail
What should be the attribute to effortlessly sail
Flowing in the timeless here & now continuum
We find ourselves at the fulcrum of the awareness pendulum
The periphery moves but we are not there
Although we witness its movement in darkness & the glare
All images unreal and yet we engage
In but not of the world as would a sage
(20-August-2019)
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Verse revisited on 27-October-2021
When we be in a continuum of silence
Thought rested stillness, vibrant innocence
Identity disappears, the void and we become one
Likewise, when lovers entwine hearts, ego comes undone
As also when we’re transfixed by a sunset beauteous
Rise of mellow blissful joy currents is fortuitous
We are, at that time, in our native element
Devoid of ego thought sediment
Employing thought as an instrument
Default fulcrum the vibrant bliss current
Heart centric, as we so align with love divine
Essence of presence for God-connect does pine
Empty mind-body shell, is by bliss magnetised
Resting judgment, nothing weighed or sized
Flows like the breeze with effortless ease
Hermit mode, embrace and release
Outside the city where the pomegranates grow,
Sat a heartbroken maiden full of sorrow.
So sorrowful was she that the veil she wore
Was full-wet and soggy as never before.
I knew not the lass, nor from where she had come,
But the sound of her sobs set my heart athrum
So into the grove where the pomegranates grow,
I hurried astumble with sweat on my brow.
I reached the fair lady - she looked up alarmed,
I gently assured her she wouldn't be harmed.
More soothings I uttered to make her at ease,
And gently inquired what so disturbed her peace.
She looked deep in my eyes - I thought I would die,
The words on lips gibbered and wouldn't come by .
Mighty deep were the limpid pools of her eyes,
Drew my soul under, my words were but sighs.
Her eyes said it all, nothing more need be said-
T'was clear she was mourning for her love who was dead.
All that I gathered in a moment of time,
Don't ask me how for there's no reason or rhyme.
I felt my blood drain and knees to jelly turn,
The real and unreal I could not discern.
My reasoning all gone my vision was blurred,
A sigh that was deep and her burden transferred.
Outside the city where grow the pomegranates,
Lie row on row of headstones caskets and crates.
For here lie the wicked, the good and the rest,
Some died in their sleep, but many not so blest.
Some souls here do wander in search of their loves,
And prey on innocents in pomegranate groves.