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Life
The sun climbs up with golden hands,
To wake the sleeping, silent lands.
A breath of mist, a morning dew,
The world is born and starts anew.
In cradle soft and nursery light,
The soul begins its curious flight,
With eyes that see but do not know,
The miles of road it has to go.
The childhood years are fields of green,
Where every stone is yet unseen,
A game of chase, a wooden sword,
The simple joy a heart can hoard.
But noon arrives with heat and fire,
The restless pulse of youth's desire,
To climb the peak, to sail the deep,
And promises we swear to keep.
We weave our threads of silk and wool,
In patterns jagged, bright, and full.
A thread of love, a thread of loss,
A bridge of hope we try to cross.
Sometimes the loom will snag and break,
From every choice and soul-mistake,
Yet even knots can form a part,
Of the grand design within the heart.
The storm will come with thundering gray,
To wash the easy paths away.
It tests then timber, bends the bough,
And forces us to stand our ground.
For strength is born in wind and rain,
A resilience etched through quiet pain,
Like Good Timber that learns to grow,
Where fierce and biting tempests blow.
Then comes the dusk, a softer glow,
Where weary rivers start to slow.
The frantic race for gold and name,
Becomes a flickering, gentle flame.
We sit beneath the ancient tree,
And look back at what we've seen
For life is not a single day,
Nor just the words we choose to say.
It is the rhythm,in which we walk ànd the kindness we do show
It is the courage found in letting go.
It is the act of Seeing It Through,
Whilst keep the spirit brave and true, It's the joy within every child laughter. Until it's our time has come and we move on to what's ever after.
the Virus from Hell is amused
the Virus from Hell is amused
laughing at the world’s panicked reaction
as it marches through the world unabated
infecting everyone in its wake
as the world awaits its fate
the virus smiles he ain’t no fake
he is the real deal
he is death itself
he is the end of the world
the grim reaper is smiling
god is silent as usual
and the virus is the world’s worst nightmare
the world’s leaders dither and dather
as the economy craters
everyone hoping that God will save them
the virus does not care
insults and orders do not work
the virus simply does its virus thing
infecting everyone it encounters
and thousands will die
equal opportunity offender
killing the rich and the poor alike
the virus smiles
the virus's work is done
and mankind is doomed
so be it the virus thinks
that is the way of the world
and the virus is the new king
of the world
"Sight of both eyes lost",...
I wake up in a world of infinite darkness.
My new receptors learnt to succor my woe.
A shadow cast in an illusion of light,
now winks and mocks my scourge.
Asteroids crash deep within my citadel of dreams,
and swirl in a black hole of a pit
usurping a halcyon montage of images.
But within deep eons of my mind,
ionized dust squash together into unknown plasma.
A revolving square of astral grandeur
A new galaxy is born in my nebula..
Rapacious Red and Flamboyant Orange
now brighten all my black to refulgent glory.
Light years away in a sea of new cosmic space,
I search my old love... in my new moon.
Dated 12th June, 2019
Sponsor William Kekaula
Contest Name Nifty Named Nebula's
Picture #7 Red Square Nebula
You’ve got student loans, an overpriced car, and a house,
bought a big boat for you, and the scalpel for your spouse.
Had a good job and your portfolio was rocking,
each day was Christmas, now there’s a hole in your stocking.
There’s a hole in your stocking and your life’s falling out,
your self-esteem has faded and has left you in doubt.
You search for a way out, but all the exits are blocked,
you can’t pry open the windows and the doors are locked.
All the doors are locked and now all your bitcoin has crashed,
and you’ve spent all the money that you had in your stash.
Boss man told you, sorry but we’re forced to let you go,
but don’t worry son, you’re gonna be fine don’t you know.
You will be fine you know you’ve credit cards for spending,
but the rate is too darn high on what they’ve been lending.
You’ll never sell your house because the market has crashed,
you’ve been trying really hard, but you know you can’t last.
You’ve been trying so hard, but the mortgage due is past,
you can’t get off the track and the train’s coming too fast.
No way to ever get out of a hole dug this deep,
maybe if you’re lucky you won’t wake up from your sleep.
After nearly a year
Hamas released four October 7th hostages.
Unfortunately, they're all deceased.
Tossed away, like ballast, from a sinking beast.
Will they be mentioned at the DNC?
Will they be remembered by anybody?
Does anyone still remember October 7th
September 11th
the ghettos of Warsaw
or the ovens of Hitler and Eichmann.
We have forgotten!
Trojan camels have entered through the globalist gate.
Purely in the name of a new world disorder of calamity.
The elitist ribbon and perfume it as tolerance and diversity.
{Diversity only works when hate is taken out of the equation.
Tolerance is feasible but only in the wake of a common vision.}
However, large numbers of participants are cross-eyed or blinded.
There is an unhealthy growing tolerance for terror.
Little empathy for the innocent and the common man.
The people have turned into sheep too frightened to speak.
Herded by their masters into endless shadows.
From which they'll not reemerge from their sleep.
We have forgotten, but we'll soon be reminded...
by a maelstrom of mayhem and violence.
Perhaps we lose sight of God's allegiance
to be our devoted mentor and helper
We spent the day in mourning
Until the morning breaks
No one can pray without a space to pray
Remarkably, he has taught us to pray
We must aim to discover him
Whoever wishes you "peace and well-being"
Imagination, creativity, and wise serenity
a feeling of belonging and humanism
A calm, peaceful, cheerful perception
Commitment.
Aquamarine of various shades
Heartbreak, grief, and challenges will follow
smiles and frowns on life's blessings and afflictions
Our entreaties soar upward and outward as birds
Why must we wait so long?
Why don't we hoist our banner high?
a delightful, joyous warming sensation
brightening and revitalization
aesthetic mental stimulator
a sophisticated, opulent glitter and elegance
a self-reliant, charitable individual
A triumphant, regal, and halcyon appearance
an overflowing, sparkling, extravagant extrovert
Consult the solace provider
Come, you who are shattered and afflicted
wake up and stop being beaten down
Come and empower yourself
In His gentle touch, there is healing.
Written: March 21, 2023
Expertise In Verse Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Jaymee Thomas
Where inside your prayer life
Do you find that you are at
Do you make it clear as you bend Gods ear
What you say is what you meant
Do you toss requests to Heaven
In hopes that they will stick
And before too long you move along
Forgetting most of them
Or do you wake up each new morning
And thank him for this day
Saying keep an eye on me in word and deed
In all decisions that I make
Do you thank God for your meals
After you've commenced to stuffing face
With a good food, good meat, good God let's eat
And consider that saying grace
Or do you pray dear Father save me
Mostly from myself
And may your kingdom come your will be done
This day above all else
Do you tell those you know with little hope
That prayers are on the way
Then in the next blink forget the whole thing
And go merrily on your way
Or do you give God thanks with all your might
In every circunstance
From the moment that you wake up
Till the time you lay down your head
Do you kneel at night at your bedside
And think about your aching knees
With a quick amen you jump right in
And in seconds you're sound asleep
Or do you always pray for others
That salvation will abound
That they'll see the light in Jesus Christ
The only true light that counts
So when you pray do you know which way
That you bend your knees
Are your prayer days filled with praise
Or are they given out selfishly
You grieved his soul when you stormed out that day;
Such vitriol re-echoed in your wake.
To spurn a father’s love and walk away
Was more than his poor aching heart could take.
You squandered his benevolence in vain
For passing pleasures brought no lasting joy,
Regarded his wise counsel with disdain
A libertine existence to employ.
And yet he always spoke of you with love
Forgiving your imperious self-pride,
You were the vulture, he a turtle-dove
Hoping with fervent prayer you’d turn the tide.
Your name was murmoured in his parting sigh;
How tragic that you never said good-bye.
30/08/18
'Sour grapes contest' sponsored by Mark Massey
September Premiere 2018,Any Form,Any Theme,Upto A Max Of 20 Lines Poetry Contest sponsored by Brian Strand
Let me stress each word I hate,
Trying to force open the gate,
To face this weight, this burning ache
Swiftly eroding my heart.
The love and games,
Laughter and jokes,
Friendly enemies,
And serious smiles.
I searched for fun in every pun,
Believing joy and pain are twins,
But found no ease—
At least I cannot hold a bottle.
A bottle to drown my thoughts,
Only to wake inside a storm
Of deeper dark and doubled stress,
So do not pour me a glass.
Not because I do not want to,
But because I fear to—
Fear the punishment from God,
So I turn to the Most High.
I press my face upon the ground like Moses,
And pour out all my remorse,
Trusting there will be less stress tomorrow,
For He is God, the keeper of hearts.
There's a boy at school, he's SO quiet.
But sometimes he'll speak-up and say something that's so funny
A couple of times I've tried to talk to him, after class,
to tell him how funny I think he is, but he practically vanishes.
Kim & Bili (My two BFF) think he's super shy. I find funny very attractive.
Now, even in our dull virtual class he can say something that fractures - even the teachers think he's funny - they never get mad.
When this lock-down is over I'm going to lasso him and tell him.
We might have to work like a posse, corral him from three sides like a skittish colt.
I'm not going to tell him I find him attractive - duh.
But I will tell him that if someday he's a famous comic,
like Seinfeld or Chappelle, I won't be surprised.
There aren't enough compliments in the world - I love
those delightful moments, when I can surprise someone
with the miniature perfection of a complement.
Does he see the enchanting power of his humor?
Maybe he won't care *shrug* but I'll wake up that
morning to the thrill of the chase and just doing
it will make my day.