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Written 22 September 2023 For :
No. 1242 New Poem Only Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand
Shadows
Shadows on dim cavernous walls
Are you just figments of the mind
Or reflections of realities
In the wake of the train of life
Pursuing its ever hectic course!
Sauntering shadows on the ground
Are you outlines of human frames
Given some curious shapes by light,
Projections of the inner self
Or renderings of human souls!
Wandering shadows in the air
Dancing eerie dances in line
Are you spirits of roaming souls
Warded off from staying in peace
Or stubborn ghosts at war with earth!
Amorphous shadows in heaven
You whom human eyes cannot view
Can you see us shed pearls for you
Or feel our yearnings to hear you
From wherever you may be perched!
Hovering shadows in the space
Can you glean what future forebodes
With colossal warming apace,
Whether a global massive flood
Is awaiting humanity
Or divine rule is near ahead!
warm cinnamon angelic wings, I Landed
spicy sharp sounds leap white midnight sight
turmeric dust sprinkle songs peeling broken heart
coriander with red chilli crackling citrus smart
moody tempers evaporate thundering rage
stability sprung __ Reptilians slid pass mumbling
chameleons raising, grounding, cobalt circling
lemon juice pungent pour, I frequency Rooted
feathery futile arguments chomping mooted
grounded coconut angled angels gobble gummy hypnotic higher, lightning struck crack plum rack
shouting storms persecuted no more the core
stability sprung ___Reptilians slid away silky suck
creamy masala potatoes fried, touching embers
astralic garlic warded off denials, I Taught taut
raw caw cucumber cooled cities sunk no more
ground coconut oiling angels ate in apple sauce
told all we quest to fathom, tongues twisting
cinnamon are the wings flapping wrapping
voices direct us ___Reptilians slid into side hole crocodile raising, grounding, sherry grapes juicing
rose petals are portents, I died to ground Birth
anise in mortar crackle, befit expressions revere lemon juice drizzle no pain mincing garlic severe
brown chestnuts for pick in nick, tricky sticky
removing skins, voices direct us in rattling rain
cook in water then puree __Reptilians slid defeated
turtles tapping, gliding, rum brewing browning
butter beans melt, I cooked adding chestnut cherries with honey hope, voices direct us, be
masala potatoes fried burnt black, boisterous we sang, peppery taste no haste, touching embers
liquid thickens trusting cornflour ___Reptilians sliding salient, tongues twisting, eggs hatching
immerse vegetables in sauce reduce sorrow
miracles are expressions of Adoration, know
Mira ***
cles ****+****______sliding salient
are >>
tongues twisting {}{}{} express
Ions ~~~~~~~ of ___spice rice
I taught taut {}{}{~} ADORATION {}{}{~}
Reptilians slid underground
no order to miracles ***i died 2 ground BIRTH
they are natural occurrences
When Water and Fire Collide
Tongues knoted in Silence, Silence Preside
Mercury Dulled Lovers Communication
Muddled Messages, Interactions Barely There
No Interest, No Warmth, No Feelings Shared
Creating Distractions to Minimized Relations
I am Here for Me, You're Here for You Situations
Eager to Strike a Match to Extinquish A Red Candle
Retrograde Realiazation, She's too Much to Handle
Afterall,
She Walked Through the Fire Furnaced Air
With A Honey Pot Filled With Ale From the Fountain
of The Dragon's Lair
She Saw Her Reflection In Mercury's Silvery Mirror
Emotionally Volatile, Diamond purifed of a Coal Cluster
So Now,
Under the Influence Of Miscommunication
Visible Lines were Blurred, Heated Moments
Dulled by Confusion, Desiring Isolation
In the End,
She Choose to Surf the Mercurial Anti Clockwise Wave
She Intelligently Flowed With the Current
Blatantly Refusing to Be Mercury's Warded Slave.
The Pale Rider
Astride an ashen horse,
a raven perched on his shoulder,
and a melancholy moon
beaming down gray shadows,
He held a gleaming scythe
in one hand, and in his other,
a damning edict from Hades,
the Lord of the underworld.
He was spurring on across
some god-forsaken terrain
leaving the winds wailing in his wake.
He was racing against time
to ensnare one more good soul
before the rise of the sun,
to knock on one more door
before a sliver of sunbeam
shine upon the morning dew.
He had his eyes ablaze
set upon the doomed soul
and his errand foreordained.
But the entire universe works
toward salvaging a righteous soul
who repents his past wrongdoings
The sun rose over the eastern horizon
and warded off the onslaught of
the condemnation to Hadean eternity…
as death dissipates with the mist of dawn.
~Contest: A Brian Strand July 22
The smile beneath the frown.
The truth you only find when everything else falls off;
A surviving light refusing to die or to be warded off.
It reeks of grit earned through dust storms and dead ends.
It’s the inheritance your soul kept hidden, evading deep ends.
An internally displaced grin, 'cause on hope it depends;
Unbeknownst to the soul when or whether this dip ends.
The smile beneath the frown; soft, quiet, stubborn.
The one life didn’t give freely but pain carved slowly.
It waits in the shadows of all you never said;
A rebellion of hope in a world that collect storms.
Some joys don’t shine, they flicker;
Like a candle fighting for breath, they linger.
The smile beneath the frown...
In a world that says you owe it your despair, it reminds you;
Joy tastes different when it’s survived tears, sweat and blood.
You become a connoisseur of quiet victories that refines you;
The kind no one claps for but Heaven stands to applaud.
Finally, as breakthrough emerges you finally understand;
The smile was never hiding, it was waiting for you to stand.
Elan's word?
Zulu's sword?
Heartsichordiums-convulsive-verb
"Anabantium", O wraith of mord.
So is it, it is for Hilerides-Dales,
which green-discourse,
Southeast of Wales
or some other perch
of liaisoned Angeles-porch ?
Is one-way with a steep of glades newly born.
No sooner have we besmirched.
Self.
Nostra-damned-us, Astrogalus,
Nostragus.
Nemean Lion- first-of course;
eat us- at these quatrains,
like a double edged verse
candlelight-consuming in a dance of
strobelight nurse.
Neon-Cry that Mercury-Tear.
Filter-through, Mushroom Signage
of Modern glares.
As is-with directions,
one way streets to the Dens of thieves.
Dropping, dripping, burning eaves.
Robbing hoods and so also
there was some relation at worst-held
at bae or backwoods, back alley deed.
Err thee connection-theta warded-word
to say in it's assumed position,
bemusing Gaias':wraith de morgue.
Wraith de Morgana, r ape Avalons' Mist.
Undo the handmaiden with a new Word?
Unkiss? Disrobe? Amiss?
The Nostracina in turn be as it may.
Apologetics-Hilaridesics,
seems originally as being male; alone,
an Ictinopharctic poet
(nere-accompliced drunkenly-bare.) Was
named as for it a "Father-Door".
Now abyssmal opening, "Abaddon or Apollyon"
for who we to christen in sinful-adornment
of the riding of the unrepentant-whore.
To make her implore(doors? to whom?),
Ihttiphodar-Apath-Anamethat-Anathema,
that fore-in the family to grow-in-swore.
There have come much
tumidity and variety, little understanding
nor humility of season or station.
Of which that may be confusing for some.
Critique the weak, in terms of being. "Able to know".
Is just in it or have you
see to it's evening-glow?
Civilization? No.
Then this, also which I'll have to explain at night.
Among other that I have also,
left traces from the rite,
(their language of love,
of also of a possibly anamallan),
is then saying, (Elan!), more is the pain.
Till that which comes, comes as that Latter Rain.
No?
All other which I cannot know
for thee for it is hermetically sealed,
Bibliopsysicly sown.
RUNNING INTERFERENCE
by: Acquah Vicki on Saturday, June 9, 2012 at 12:07am ·
RUNNING INTERFERENCE
I have a brand-new glow. I am feeling free of these gremlins.
Hoping to stay that way, it's called growth!
Please feel free to feast off my soul food, and enjoy with me this journey.
I will accept no invitation to your karmic party; and I cannot help you with the inevitable,
No longer running interference. Neither will I be a catcher’s mitt - while you have the bat and won't swing.
Interceding for your negative actions no more.
You have generated a storm of deplorable deeds, out of concern I’ve nurtured your corrupted seeds.
I have mended the wings of dirty birds to fly, there I wrongly stood in the way of your fate.
Getting hit with your contempt as I warded off the hate.
The universe held for you a lesson. To correct your mistakes.
You will blame and throw tantrums and say no one loves you, and become irate.
You will make everyone feel guilty, because no one feels to dance to that off-key tune.
Though you move selfishly and have no regards for the wellbeing of others, I still love you.
Only this time I have learned not to feed into your selfish needs; so, the only
karma and lesson I am dealing with now is mine.
To you I plead! When your storm is over and you've made your amends; come to me,
Come to me, if you need an encouraging word, a bit of love, or a friend.
I have learned my lesson never to interfere with someone else’s lesson;
No matter how much you love them;
No matter how you yearn to save them, your service becomes a
disservice: No one wins, and no lesson will they have learned.
So, I discern...
Speak softly to the stars. Upon the universe, whisper a wish.
My understanding is now clear, never interfere, with people and their karma;
No matter how you love them,
Be it relative or friend; in the end, you'll only hurt yourself and them!
The result will be ...
You'll only have produce another
" spineless jelly fish “!
In between a wand and a warded space
lies an old Book Of Shadows to embrace;
Fee fried foe thumbs,
throw them in as the guitar strums;
Picked over hair follicles and toenails,
A few fast words followed by quick inhales;
Freeze dried pho crumbs,
throw them in as the harp hums;
Now toss in the vibrato of a ghost,
that sound is the recipe’s binding host;
Free fly fall mums!
Fester rich color to smack drums;
Add to that something so easily missed,
subtle allows magic to come undressed;
Fae, fire cauldrons!
manifest the desired outcomes;
In between a wand and the hand it takes,
lies an old Book Of Shadows to embrace.
Disheartned by misery, I went to sleep
without praying and laying down so restlessly,
then awful thoughts drowned me in sadness:
the strongest soul that always warded off demons...
suddenly became the weakest and most miserable of all!
O serene night, return to my consciousness
and brighten these shadows hiding hope,
that hope which finds refuge in tranquility;
o distressed heart seeking a soft moonlight:
let morning unfold its glory and marvel me!
O serene night, o distressed heart...
do I have to wait and watch darkness
deepen my fear when this prayer can
vanquish all the gloominess around me?