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I forgot who I was, almost lost myself
in a mirage of diffidence,
for a lingering stretch of time!
From the emotional age of twenty-one....
I switched to one role from another -
diverse roles, divergent responsibilities,
But where did the real me disappear?
Reading was my first enchanting love,
Creative writing followed soon…
emotional outpouring, passionately expressed
- from letters to pen-friends, to editors of newspapers,
from fantasy to fiction, and informative non-fiction,
but Poetry eluded me!
Many years had passed not knowing
who I was, who I dreamed to be!
Then...all of a sudden, as if my life
blossomed into a Tree of Hope, when you joined me
into the pursuit of a lyrical journey!
Aha! like a Spring, a life-giving source of water,
a fountain awakening from a deep slumber,
and throwing away all resistance, all hesitance,
all inhibitions, and embracing finesse and subtlety...
sprightly splashing with power at the coral rocks,
I wrote poems for you!
I am still writing!
Writing unwraps my soul…
But, would you love me,
As much as you do,
If I were not a Poet!
Seasons change…throughout the year…
From vibrant joyful colours of Spring, through deep and warm autumnal splendours of Fall, to white silvery jewelled trees in winter..I keep writing poems! You are always with me…by reading all my poems, you infuse inspiration into my mind, My heart beams and beats softly inhaling the tenderness of your love!
Would you love me…if some day,
I stop writing?! my imagination doesn’t create
the magical lines any more... images are blurred,
creative words abandon me...would you?
There is no doubt in my mind …you will.
Poetry will remain in both our hearts,
as our own-orchestrated, unfettered song…
like a transcendent melody spreading the
fragrance of an amazing life savoured together!
Granny`s spooky house
My granny has a spooky house she has a spiders web
She keeps it in her room at night just above my bed.
I cannot take my eyes of it however hard I try
As it unwraps its prey from its shiny web and slowly eats a fly.
The spiders black and hairy with long and skinny legs
I’m sure when I fall asleep at night it crawls about my head.
She also has a cauldron it’s filled with poisonous gloop
But she says it`s for tomorrow as she’s making homemade soup.
I go to bed quite early but Granny stays up late
She`s downstairs eating fruitcake it`s like beasties on her plate.
Just as it turns midnight her cat comes to the room
It snuggles in the corner and sleeps on granny`s broom.
It` s coat is black and shiny its eyes are big and green
It`s claws are sharp and pointy the biggest that I've seen.
Then it starts to hiss and spit and getting up its hackles
And Granny starts to laugh at it just like a witches cackle.
Now she takes its collar of, it wears a silver bell
Then it falls asleep real quick just like she cast a spell.
My granny wears a pointed cap when she goes to bed
It looks just like a witches hat sitting on her head.
Her gown looks like a witches cloak when she hangs it up
And then she takes her teeth out and puts them in a cup.
And when the house is quiet and everyone`s asleep
The doors they start to crackle and the floors begin to creek.
The windows really draughty and the heating pipes are knocking
And the squeaky stairs out in the hall sounds just like someone talking.
There`s footsteps in the attic granny says it`s just a mouse
It`s really hard to sleep at night in granny`s spooky house.
But when I wake up in the morning and the sun is shining bright
I open up the curtains to let in all the light.
The cat is in the garden the spiders in its web
The doors don’t squeak and the floors don’t creek
And I`m snuggled up in bed.
Granny`s in the kitchen and I cannot hear the mouse
It`s in the attic sleeping in granny`s spooky house
Somehow, the deluge of cloudburst
unwraps my flesh pallid, as if to spill
holy water--maybe thickened dew—just
to give a name to lapses of my unheard cries,
while an insolent breeze fails to listen
as I howl in utter despair of life's requiem:
The thistle of wet soil chains my feet
anchored unto the swell of memories' bend;
remaining distant in an unknown,
vacant cemetery nourishing a loneliness
only vagrants like me could bear:
A scream of rain compels a thirst
to feed on abrasions of ghastly pang...alone,
isolated from new moonlight's lodging
my solitude, my invisible frame starts to sigh
behind the roughest of rain's marbled stone---
How can fresh mornings be so darn bleak?
Nocturnal creature signals calm
A tender night that's sure to bring,
The rising scent of dew-laced balm
Where Eagle Owl reels on a swing .
I listen how it yelps again
Through silhouettes of moonlit trees;
From leafy spades along the lane
To pivot ‘round in looped trapeze.
Eyes ebon guard the sky homeward,
Breaking the dark with hushed effect
In changing flight, more than a bird
As feathers sweep like ruffles flexed.
A sight that in my mind I lock
Till night unwraps light dusky shawl,
While I am charmed by whispered gawk
Sweet owlet trills, pervading all.
November Standard Contest, Brian Strand
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
Delighting our Black Caps chaps
Uniting fans fighting nite nite naps
Gaslighting Indian foes mishaps
Rewriting those cricketing maps
As the Black caps hit their straps
Darryl the toast the host soul saps
Gunbarrel straight out of the traps
They unravel yet another six slaps
Our great festive carol never flaps
A late Christmas pressie unwraps
Flicks & tricks spate picks the gaps
Indian spinners fate sinners lapse
Black caps chaps claps & back slaps
Kiwi yippee we see diddy GP scraps
Even that fat cat Virat finally snaps
Zen of Darryl and Glen victory laps
After white-wash a chance perhaps?
Hitch both Ajaz & Mitch under wraps
No Will or Matt but still Indians zaps
The plush crushed can’t turn off taps
Out gunned out spun another collapse
Lush waves rush flush with Black caps
Workforce
The errant sun goes on spoiling,
Prancing aloft the coastal sea,
Disperse gathering clouds foiling,
Allowing masses roam rain-free,
Discharge they, their duties assigned,
Encroaching soon the midday hour,
Earned time behalf spent day behind,
Fruits are dealt, fruits are worked labor,
Toil away their souls imparted,
As gifted skills a day unwraps,
Calls north star marks dusk has started,
Luna rise as a star collapse,
Soft breaths cull amidst the stillness,
Rebuilt minds planned fresh days business.
2020 March 11
*2nd Place*
STRAND CHOICE D,any form,any theme
~~Brian Strand
Howmanysyllabes;
14 lines x 8 syllables per = 112 syllables total
Broad reach branches, dark scarred where limbs emit
Bounce shade places, host seat of friendship
Parasitic Mistletoe grows yellow finger medicinal cure
Administered in tinctures mixed by druid pure
Ailing then prevaing, seas writhe with full school fish
Activated magic captured unwraps each wish
Ordained as safe keepers for an original environment
Aeromancy conjurs storms, thus alter climate
Warriors tosseling with authority implement petitions
Praised psychic saints deploy predestination
Sigil symbols fester desire for securing forest density
Hydrophants, flaminica consult power of Siri
Circle hospitable to village folk, sitting without seam
Cherishing nature draws them in daos creed
Respectful ring around mother, wizened mighty Oak
Nature maintained deity, optimal aim evoked
17th December
- Celtic champions -
Women in my family
are a poetic bunch…
they are in trance at glimmering sky when
only a blazing red dot visible at vermillion dawn..
they feel mesmerized with
trilling and twittering of homecoming birds at falling dusk.
when darkness descends on mountains, evening breeze
lulls the lustrous petals of purple,
and pink, yellow and maroon flowers.
when fireflies scintillate like diamonds in tiara,
crescent moon inspires them to fall in love..
heart fondly caressed by memories
of untainted youth..poetry of nature unwraps
layers of their
soul
June 15, 2022
For "Women in My Family" Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Sotto Poet
Inspired by the poem of Ellen Bass
Flakes of ashes brushed off,
From a face that aches of dust caught,
The departed days go unnoticed from the keyhole it peeks,
The "authority" goes by to sleep, if only it could speak,
Petrified by them, they say,
The ones who doze off through these, hurled with dismay,
Pillars in construction dropped off for hostile strikes to take place,
Harsh bombs, an arm extended in support from the gaze,
But to whom? the offenders who blitzes raids with no sign of ceasing,
To quickly exterminate the problem known as "citizens",
Citizens, the people flourishing in the land, with jobs, future and family,
They have hopes and dreams too, a bright tomorrow that they could relish,
All they wished for was to stay, not to partake in this misery play,
The lost and afraid, the scene unwraps to a brutal display,
I hope the gaze moves onto the ones in fray,
Despicable us, all we can do is pray.