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“I love those who can smile in trouble, who can gather strength
from distress, and grow brave by reflection. 'Tis the business of
little minds to shrink, but they whose heart is firm, and whose
conscience approves their conduct, will pursue their principles
unto death.” Quotes _Leonardo Da Vinci
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I have a small inner voice...
that never stops ... speaking and murmuring
never is this still small voice quiet
lets call this voice 'my conscience'
an inhibiting sense of morals
of right and wrong
~ each of us has this distinct voice within us
that sighs and utters, chattering all the time
in the recesses of our minds ~
inside my mind is a secret self
who knows my moral code
and my pledge of honor and integrity
I was not born with this self knowledge
but it was built brick by brick, by brick, by brick ...
~ each brick has a name, duty, honesty, respect,
faithfulness, ethics, beliefs, goodness, kindness
and of course morals, these bricks of life rule me ~
the tone of my inner voice changes
sometimes it is a mutter and sometimes a shout
roaring in my head warning me
and sometimes my inner voice is weeping
often 'voice' is singing me a song ...sometimes voice
is a whisper in the night ...
reminding me quietly of ... 'promises' made ...
~ on this journey through life often I am confused
because I am disquiet and full of unease, unsure and hesitating
and my inner voice is breathing the words ... stop, stop, stop
... and I must listen ... ~
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May 31, 2021
Poetry/Free Verse/recesses of my mind
Copyright Protected, ID 05-1360-269-31
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Premier Contest, Voice of Conscience
sponsor, Unseeking Seeker, Judged 06/04/2021
Third Place
Above my head, foliage, and feathers clatter
as a hawk tangles with a squirrel.
Above my head, Russian tanks pop their tops
in boggling bubbles.
Just above a bald patch, shaggy clouds squat to piddle.
I am heads above those below,
the silver slick worms hardly notice as I thread through
the less grassy and bare.
Mind-hairs are a real thing, mine wave their thin tentacles
like fishing sea anemones, they snack upon
the overheard overhead; ripple gently
in the whisking winds.
A highbrow gets above itself, stutters as it utters.
I wear the headgear of long dead heroes, they ride
my scalp, baseball bats wave there whacks,
ultra-maga veterans of foreign wars
salute my stiff necked, heads-up pose.
There's a world of wonders down under,
but just above my head, that's where dandruff
ponders its flaky notions,
and all high-flown conundrums learn to fly.
Augury – 2-20-25 Edward Ibeh – Sponsor; Title Chosen - Augury; Pick a Title No. 49
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Augury
Embers of prophecy rise
In the haunting omens of owls
Divining tea leaves
Heralds speak future through opaque signs
And signals of frantic dogs
Before earth heaves in shock of slip strikes
Or the coming of rainbows
Born from sun and blackness.
Gossamer angels bend over vanishing logic,
Brooding envoys of dark horses
In clouds of fireflies or heresies,
Burned at the stake of mineral, mist or ice.
Messenger, from the mystical, utters the unseen,
The face of mute words, allegories in shrouds
Calling to fabled grails, emerge from mystery.
Heraldic voice stands outside algorithms
Wears a clear cloak named vision or terror
A visage drifting through past or dawn
In images without bones,
Unshakable the slow creeping spice
Built on shape shifting tides
Like mist from cloud castles
Before seeking birth in the hands
Of reality’s fiction.
Journey Journal Page
SAGE
By Leon Enriquez
Secrets of the heart here:
Apt deeper knowing free,
Glimpse fond mystic good cheer,
Exult soul journey spree.
Opt to know that pure bliss:
Make each moment reveal,
Art and science in pure peace,
Rapture awaits true feel.
Keep that mystic gaze bright:
Hope and faith and love meet,
Ask for wisdom and light,
Yield to a touch most sweet;
Yonder beyond mere earth:
Apt music in pure strains,
Meet thus a timeless mirth.
Indulge love’s deep refrain:
Note the passage most meek,
Stillness calls in a glimpse,
Prize bold vision that speaks;
Incline soul dream that streams:
Rise and purge vain desires,
Empty all vain thoughts now.
Mind-body thus attires:
Yield as true love endows,
Sense in seeing bright grace,
Truth in bright cast of light;
Intuit a timeless face:
Crisp word craft in glimpse bright,
Pique that feel thus mellow,
Here and Now embrace whole;
Invoke fire in marrow:
Lavish workings of soul,
Old beyond buzz of time,
Spirit calls us to peace;
Odd and even thus rhyme:
Profound in true soul lease,
Happy joy in calm lot,
Ere cacophony pains,
Rich that heavenly thought.
Affluent moments sans strains:
Niche in a mellow calm,
Dance of spirit attain.
Glimpse as soul utters psalm:
Embrace bliss in refrain,
Now as rapture instructs,
Impress dear soul and heart;
Urge love in pure construct:
Subtle stillness prompts art.
Peace in steadfast deep mirth:
Obtain rich poignant feel,
Exult soul sense of birth,
Thrill deep touch of goodwill.
Taste beyond sensuous touch:
Heed true rapture you face,
Use brief time to bloom much,
See that timeless true grace.
Puzzle fits due season:
Ripples in the swift wind,
Observe beyond mere reason,
Choice in worlds in-between;
Love and light and grace here:
Ample and lavish psalm,
Ink stains as words bridge spheres,
Meet and ground soul trip calm.
Leon Enriquez
14 January 2023
Singapore
Thank God you have the looks
Must this be you use to hook
Your tongue utters the sweetest
Yet lies the unhidden, I detests
You talked of fidelity and loyalty
Yet, recently tell me what you display
True if you tell me, I have not a right
Yet, allow me to speak in behalf of women
Man not because you are unseen
Don't be weak to commit a sin
It is just one dear picture
Yet, my eyes hold in capture
I laugh at your guiltiness
Yet, I'll condemn you for cruelness
Player of love and of heart
Soon to punishment you don't depart
By: olive_eloi
8:15pm
01/13/2014
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the lighthouse stands by the edge of the sea-
a solid tower guarding the f o r b i d d i n g highway of ships
a picture of q u i e t tranquility in an eternal WAR of sea and shore
then a GASP- as clouds swirl like sheets and thunder claps giant hands
the wind is r o a r i n g across the restless emptiness of steel blue water
and foaming waves crash against the lighthouse trying to rock his foundation
but lighthouse holds on t i g h t as forked lightning moves across the sky
the whole sky lights up for a moment . . .
the storm is VIOLENT and determined to topple lighthouse into the sea
but he digs d e e p into the jagged rocks (this is not his first storm)
r a i n pours in torrents- the sea surging and F A L L I N G back . . .
the fury of waves, a chorus of v o i c e s screaming
threatening, raging, lashing into the lighthouse like a wild banshee-
thunder and wild winds in time drift out to SEA and lighthouse utters a sigh . . .
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July 26, 2017
Free Verse/Symphony of the Sea
Copyright Protected, ID 923597
Written for the contest, Lighthouse
sponsor, Eve Roper
First Place
Written: September 09, 2023
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In a world where boons often fade,
And kindness can be obnoxiously betrayed.
There is a spark within the human soul.
A blaze of empathy that frames us whole.
Benevolent spirits, shining so brightly
With feats of kindness defunct so kindly,
They rattle the strings of selfishness and greed.
And proffer their compassion to those in need.
A benefaction, an award of grace,
Prone to forbearance and a tepid embrace,
Dangling before those who suffer,
An abetment of purport they can't succor but uncover.
In the realm of benevolence,
There is no berth for indifference.
But rather a commitment to grant a hand,
To bestow at random a world that's truly grand.
With warmhearted lenience and neighborliness,
Peerless blessings bestowed with abnormal finesse,
The Godsend and courtesy shown to all
Utters the benignity in every soul's call.
No act of kindness is too thrall
No assent is too insignificantly small.
Even chaste gestures matter.
Comforting even with tongue flatter.
So let us recognize and acknowledge
The power of kindness, the strength of our pledge,
To be there for one another in times of need,
To offer a sororal or avuncular deed.
To swell our hospitality and condolences,
To embrace the genuine kernel of benevolence.
For in the gift of benevolence, we find:
A graciousness that transcends the unkind,
A willingness to vindicate and herald kindness,
To hoist others, regardless of their blindness.
In this world where obligations can weigh us down,
Benevolence shines such a golden crown.
Unsympathetic hearts may strain to obstruct,
But the power of kindness will always conduct
With sisterly love and a heart that's forgiving,
Benevolence triumphs, forever living.
[Poet’s Note : This is an Afrikaans Poem with its English Translation : Form : I don’t know : It could be classified as Metaphysical since it voices direct communion with Divine & visions. This form is not listed on this Site ]
N.P. van Wyk Louw : foremost Afrikaans Poet, Playwright & Scholar
Sara Baartman : the San woman exhibited as a freak in 19th century Europe, labelled & ridiculed as “Hottentot Venus”. Hottentot is regarded as a highly derogatory term in South Africa, similar to calling someone an Unbeliever. Her body was later returned to her birthplace for burial, with much unholy drama (these two personalities sometimes appear to self in dream or meditation state.)
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Sondag middag en die koue wind
waai die wasgoed droeg
Ouma slaap, Oupa kyk sokker
yogurt en piesang vir poeding
N.P. van Wyk Louw en Sara Baartman
kom kuier nie vandag nie
Ek haal asem in
‘n yskoue see van Italia of Griekeland
vloei oor my skewe bene
“Waar drentel jy rond in die winter
as ek hier van jou laggie dink
terwyl my arms bewe?”
God se vir my
“Ek ALLEEN is jou Liefde”
in die stilte veg Hy vir Siel
die yskoue see draai in ‘n oomblik
en weg skuil jy op ‘n klein boot
Sy Son soen my lippies op ‘n
Winter Sondag in die middag
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English Translation
Sunday afternoon and a cold wind
dries washing
Grandma sleeps, Grandpa watches soccer
yogurt and banana for pudding
N.P. van Wyk Louw and Sara Baartman
visits not today
I breathe an ice cold sea from Italy or Greece
it flows over crooked legs
“Where do you wander in winter
as I think about your giggle
whilst my arms shiver ?”
God utters
“I ALONE am your Love.”
in the silence He struggles for Soul
the ice-cold sea swerves in a moment
away you skulk on a small boat
His Sun kisses my lips on a
Winter’s Sunday afternoon
Form:
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The aisles are like a perfect Labyrinth you could never get lost, Even if a slight chance arose to where you couldn't find something, before you have a chance to look for help a voice utters from behind you hello can I help you? You seem a little lost.
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By Shawn Munoz
Written: October 10, 2023
Night Bewitches Sponsored by: Shadow Hamilton
A dream is a microscope through which we look at the hidden occurrences in our souls. Erich Fromm
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In the placidity of the night's embrace,
bewitched the cosmos with an arcane grace.
The moon, a silver orb, may induce its rise.
Oozing its ethereal aurora over the skies
Whispers of worm words waft on wafture wear,
As the stars spangle, their nexus is spare.
The night wiles with its vestigial spell,
Drawing us in, under a talisman dwell.
Penumbras plaster pegs poltergeists of trees,
The twilight augury decry casts souls at ease.
Geezers of nightgown awaken from slumber,
Suing solace in the Cimmerian shade to clamber
The eventide sky overawes with a cosmic array.
Stars bedazzle and coxswain us on our way.
Moonlight sumptuous aura in a gentle glow,
Steer us through the shadow as the nexus flows.
Ebony necromancy decry a glamorous sight.
Drawing us close to the serendipity of the night.
In this cosmic wee hour, dreams bear flight.
Our souls are raised, and our hearts blight.
So let us indulge in this nocturnal delight,
As dusk vamps, squirting a glamor of delight.
Let us wander in the moonlit haze,
As sableness susurrous surreptitious sprays
Wee crepuscule twiddles, a plum night symphony
Where conceit phantasm and verity shed sympathy
Allotting an awareness acumen ariose and aureate
Upon ubiquitous utters uncanny unsophisticate.