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I write my verses in seclusion and solitude,
in isolation, free from disturbances and interference, I write;
once upon a time I kept my poems secret in concealment,
privacy was required for me as I was so afraid of what people would say.
Then one day, I got the courage to share them,
I posted them online, and they became subject to piracy, theft;
plagiarism, pillage, copyright infringements, and plundering,
bootlegger raiders, marauders and thieves of words roam around cyber world.
Those who cannot write will mimic, mirror, echo,
replicate, forge and appropriate, rip off my words and your words;
a total copy cat, or just duplicate random lines, oh the sad pain,
but how does one prove these stolen words are true, bona fide, and genuine.
So, I write my verses quietly in authenticity,
I share them with the world, I send them on wings of beauty;
and should a low down, no good thief steal my words away;
there is nothing I can do to stop them, but never can they steal my soul.
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November 17, 2016
Poetry/Verse/ I Am The Real Thing
Copyright Protected, ID 16-850-914-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest,Privacy is Like Piracy
sponsor, Ironic Zink
Second Place
Twenty first of October in two thousand and eighteen
Was the worst disaster poetry soup had seen
Poems wiped off the website as all the poets slept
When the disaster unfolded many poets wept.
Some had spent hours composing their verses
But no backup made, the air soon filled with curses
Contest entries too vanished without trace
Sponsors left fuming they had nothing to place.
And the beautiful comments people said about you
Into a cyber space black hole they all vanished too
The next night the poems, to everyone’s dismay
Returned to the site, ‘twas like Groundhog day.
Some blamed the Russians, some blamed the C.I.A.
Others wanted revenge for what happened that day
But do rest assured, soup said “have no fear
Free membership for everyone, for a whole year”
Now that’s a kind act I’m sure you’ll agree
Remember worse disasters have happened at sea
The moral of this verse is to remind everyone
Make a backup of your work when it is done.
(This did happen, not sure about the free membership though lol.
But it is a wake up call; always back up your work.)
In your smile, a sparkling gem, you shone so bright,
A beauty, a vision, a radiant light.
My heart awakened, a poet's dream unfurled,
You, the inspiration, the center of my world.
As friends, together we found our way,
In your laughter's echo, my heart would sway.
In the classroom's embrace, our souls took flight,
I, the master of your emotions, day and night.
Yet, in the midst of our days so sweet,
Love's tender whisper remained discreet.
One night, I dared to craft a love's pure theme,
And in the verses, you became my cherished dream.
With a crazy plan, I sought to share my heart,
To express a love that had become a work of art.
But fear crept in, not of love, but of losing you,
Afraid of losing the inspiration that was so true.
When my confession came, your shock ran deep,
Vulnerable, I stood, secrets no longer to keep.
Your response cut deep, like a dagger's cruel thrust,
Leaving my heart shattered, my dreams turned to dust.
Tears flowed freely, the morn of my heart was born,
In the silence, the echoes of a love forlorn.
In the wake of your departure, my world was torn,
Stuck in a cycle, in which my heart was worn.
Summer's warmth arrived, my feelings still ablaze,
A letter, a heartfelt plea, in the sun's gentle rays.
But your response lacked emotion, a frigid sea,
Leaving me with a sense of love's final decree.
I searched for new friends to fill the void,
But none could replace you, the dreams we'd once enjoyed.
In this never-ending cycle, my heart remained askew,
For you, the one I still adore, but cannot pursue.
In the garden of my heart, your memory does bloom,
A love that lingers, like the sweetest perfume.
Though I can't have you, my feelings remain true,
In this poetic tale, my love for you shines through.
I want to be a Honey Bee,
Drinking honey from flowers it goes.
Seeking knowledge from wherever I can,
I want to be a Honey Bee.
Whether it is from Bible Quotes,
Whether it is from Islamic Verses,
Whether it is from Hindu Texts,
Whether it is from Buddhist Books,
I want to be a Honey Bee,
Drinking honey from flowers I meet.
But this world is full of Flies,
Honey Bees are few in number.
Flies will come and seek for the faults,
Bees will always search for the honey.
Do not follow the way of the Flies,
But that of the path of the Bees.
Honorable Mention in STRAND SELECT 2 ,any form ,any theme Poetry Contest sponsored by Brian Strand
There’s a theatre hall in Mariupol,
Where women and children had fled
But the Russians bomb without conscience
A number unknown, now are dead
As the corpses were pulled from the rubble
The earth was awash with our tears.
Aye, aye, aye, aye
Take this war, take this war,
Take this war put a clamp on its jaws.
On the outskirts of Kiev, a tank’s burning
Soldier’s lives from both sides are lost
Dark dreams of a malevolent madman
pursued regardless of cost.
While safe far away, the oligarchs play
And grumble at loss of their yachts.
Aye, aye, aye, aye
Save this tree where doves go to die
Ukraine won’t forget you, you know.
Verses I've adapted from Saint Leonard's "Take this Waltz" which was adapted from Lorca's poem, "Pequeño vals vienés" (Little Viennese Waltz).
When Reality Hits A Homerun, Situations Get Real
Defending My Heart, I Refuse to Kneel
My Dragon, My Beast Please Help Me Heal
For The Rejection Was Not A Prescient Projection
Like a Tainted Injection
Creating Injuries to My Purported Soul
Damn Burnt Bridges, Forfeited Toll
Thank You For Teaching Me That Your Love Was Inconsistent
Causing a Galling Dent
Seeking Selfish Ambitions making My Feelings Irrelevant!
Went On Ahead and Ignored Telltale Signs
My Emotions Now Apathetic, Feelings Expatriated, Re-directed, Reassigned!
I Guess Life is Poetry, The Ups and Downs
My Story, My Song
Verses of What Could Have Been
In The Darkest Dark, In The Luminous Light
I Exist Somewhere In Between!
Quiet me with Your love, Lord
The noise of the world is loud
I cannot hear
Your still small voice
Whispering in my ear…..
Quiet me…..
Hush this beating of my heart, Lord
This frenetic pace
Set by the world’s clock of madness
The strive to achieve and do
And forget all about You
Help me just to BE
Quiet me….
Rock me in Your arms, Abba
My heart is battered and bruised
Used and abused
Subjected to public disgrace
I can’t show my face
Dry my tears, Abba, Father
Dry my tears as You rock me in your arms….
To rhythm of Your grace
In the light of Your face
Quiet Me...
Sing over me, Father, sing over me
That eternal song that You know so well
The one that casts out every spell
Born in Your heart of love
That reminds me I’m a child of the King
Under the shadow of His mighty wing
Sing over me, Father, sing over me
Your melody soothes my soul
Your voice calms and makes me whole
Quiet me….
Let me fall asleep in Your arms, Abba
I need to rest
I’m tired of running around
I’m tired of trying my best
It’s never good enough for them
It’s never good enough for me
But…I never need to be good enough for you
I just need to be Me
Your child….Your Little One….The Apple of Your Eye
Let me sleep with the sound of Your heart
That beats in the Word
Lulling me to sleep…as I forget to weep
Oh Lord…Quiet me!
Eileen Manassian Ghali
The Lord your God is with you,
He is mighty to save.
He will take great delight in you,
he will quiet you with his love
He will rejoice over you with singing.
(Zephaniah 3: 17) This is one of the innumerably beautiful verses underlined in my Bible…Yes….Oh, Yes! I need this assurance, don’t you? As a child seeks solace in the arms of a parent, we can seek comfort in the arms of God.
Abba….a Hebrew term of endearment (Daddy)
I sponsored a New Contest
I knew that I could win
And entered it the first day
Then several times again
When others made their entries
I had to laugh at them
'Cause there's no way, in this world
That they could ever win
My entry was just perfect
It followed every rule
The spelling was pristine
Could be seen by any fool
The placement of each word
Was proper and precise
And all the rhythmic verses where
Short but quiet concise
But I have to say, "I'm fair"
Cheating’s never on my mind
So, Just to stay impartial
I like to judge it blind,
There's no way you'd find my name
At the bottom of the sheet
But it’s really kind of pitty
Since my poems got this beat
Well, I read through every entry
And I even read some twice
I rated them for merit
And thought some kind of nice
Then I posted all the placements
As I cried out “NOT AGAIN”
Although I thought my poem “Best”
Andrea Dietrich always wins
It was nearly two years ago, that I left the PS site
Bidding my friends fond 'farewell,' I took flight
If the door is ajar, I think I'll enter once more
Hoping things are better than they were before
My muse was confused, but wanted to return
So here we are ~ Your amity we hope to earn
We've written of fireflies and fragrant perfume
among flowering gardens in the height of bloom
Perhaps we'll pen with a new spark of creativity
for we've not lost the love for the art of poetry
It's a bond we share; a little nature, some romance,
If you like our music, kick off your shoes and dance
We've skipped over brooks and sat upon lawns
waiting for the sun to wake at the hour of dawn
Tucked topaz gems in petals of Spring's daffodils
hung diamonds on snow flakes in Winter chills
and pearls were strung across white lotus flowers
In honor of nature, we've been penning for hours
I am not Robert Frost, but the road back I'm taking
Nor am I Poe, whose dark poems leave you shaking,
but perhaps you might discover an emerald or two
in a love sonnet I write, or in silly limericks or Haiku
Let's share gifts that come from the heart and mind
of our muses who can be both stubborn and kind
Robert L. Stevenson wrote, "One line or letter bright"
in light that this is where my written verses alight.
He wrote, "glory in our patience," and "skim the pot"
so I'll take his words to heart, giving PS another shot.
I'm sure talented poets have since joined the soup
and I look forward to reading many of you in the group
Once a poet with words so divine,
Now homeless, with no one to call mine.
No one to pick pretty flowers for, no love to give,
Just struggling to survive, just trying to live.
Long gone are the days of laughter and joy,
Now it's only loneliness, no one to deploy.
No one to share stories, no one to care,
Just streets filled with silence, cold and bare.
But still, the poet's heart beats strong,
With verses that sing a hopeful song.
For even in the darkness, a light shines through,
Guiding the poet to a love that's true.
For though there may be no one to pick pretty flowers for,
The poet still finds rest in his core.
In every bloom and whisper of the breeze,
There lies a love that will never cease.
So a homeless poet carries on,
Bearing the weight of a life forgone.
Hoping that one day, love will find its way,
And bring back the joy of another bright day.