Long Wash out Poems
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I am standing in
the laundry tub
thinking
as I look out
the window
something is wrong
with this picture
that you now
have of me........... ?
It is a question
of a created
image
and the perceived
consequences
It is a reference to
the Christmas approaching
yet again
and
as we ponder and
get caught up in
the hurricane of
end of season activities
parties, functions
buying presents
organizing holidays
booking accommodation
checking cars, boats, caravans....... ?
We block out
eliminate
the real reason
for all this
mayhem
Jesus Christ was born
to save us from
all this....... ?
Still standing in
the laundry tub
one foot on the ladder
the other in the tub
to finish painting this
window
of opportunity
this rare raw but real moment
where heaven comes to earth
in this moment where
eternity is
and it really is
graciously given
for all of humanity
Now my foot is getting wet
the tap is dripping..... ?
It will all wash out
as we are cleansed
in the laundry tub
of Christmas.
Convinced I am
I'll never be me again
The one who created the pain
The one who had so much to gain
But lost out in the end
To a race against time
A figment of me
Just a pigment of hope
Lie down at night
No sleep to make up
I wander about
Through today's events
I worry about tomorrows as well
There is no real balance
When I am always off center
My mind never shuts down
I Whisper I can't do this anymore
Can't continue to live in a past unforgiven
I am stuck here in the void
Can't trust myself to let my guard down
Feel only alone is how I will live out this life
Scroll through the pictures on facebook dating
All so many choices but none ever get back
Am I just a lost cause
Confined to all I fear
It's a stain that won't wash out
Am I really that unlovable
Is the cover just to torn to turn the page
So much unsuriness so little dedication
To branch out away from past thoughts
It's alarming and endangering
Have I become that lost soul
Only time knows
All the secrets I hide.
River’s Arising
By Michelle Waters
River’s arising. Danger’s on hand.
Gather up your kinfolk and get to high land.
The campgrounds are empty, RVs are all gone
Tourists packed up their bags and headed back home.
The storm clouds retreated for less than a day.
For on the horizon, they’re making headway.
Torrents of water and mud surge down from the ridges,
Wash out the gullys, and ravage the ditches.
The creeks are all swollen; their banks have been breached.
Winds tear through the trees, wild and unleashed.
Muck and debris cover roads and driveways.
Surplus of water sweeps cars off highways.
Weatherman's warnings- often unheeded
In times like these, good sense is needed.
Destruction continues, flood water advances.
The wise take refuge, the foolish take chances.
Those who live in the valleys will stay to repent.
Once the floodgates cut loose, there’ll be no defense.
River’s arising. Danger’s on hand.
Gather up your kinfolk and get to high land.
To know that once in a world wrought with pain,
Two lovers found peace in a meadow warm.
And though class and station would not retain,
They crossed love's bridge like sparrows in a storm.
Time flows like tides moving towards and away,
And tears from the heart wash out to sea,
Rushing back into the mind to stay.
Filling the quiet with pained memories.
There in love's soft field, they both surrendered.
When eyes lifted slowly and dreams were met.
Each kiss preserved in amber, remembered,
Truth became real and love a silhouette.
Sadness fills the hearts of those parted.
Caused by old turmoils neither had started.
10/23/15
After the laughter, comes the pain-
our days are mixed with sun and rain.
Life is a steady weather vane-
forecasting clime we can't ordain.
Its pendulum does swing both ways;
unbalanced is its worth of days.
What brings us happiness, we praise-
but dread the shift to its sad phase.
The high-tide days are filled with glee
as waves wash out the shore debris,
again to turn- and we agree-
we reach low tide- just like the sea.
Our life is but a huge seesaw
some days, we're high, and filled with awe;
yet others make us clench our jaw-
as we crash down when life turns raw.
Laughter's not cherished without pain-
for pain does heighten laughter's gain.
Sandra M. Haight
~3rd Place~
Contest: Strand Special 3
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Judged: 12/16/2019
~2nd Place~
Contest: One In Four
Sponsor: Joseph May
Judged: 08/25/2019
MY HAPPINESS AND SORROW
My heart is full of joy, also tears,
loaded with events years after years.
For life,
Happy happenstances to adorn.
Memories of worries left to mourn.
At end, in abyss of emptiness thrown.
Random activities now confined in closed contour.
Associates are away, children in respective sectors.
Broad spectrum of life is shortened,
Only to be busy on self care,
realizing every moment that life is accelerating to reach terminal.
I only know what I know,in joy and sorrow
Enjoyed love, shocked on betrayal, succeeded or failed,
But nothing remains, no imprints.
Everything so trivial.
Time will wash out all.
09/28/19
Third Place
First Line from my poem 'My Heart is Full' dated 09/13/19
The line 'I only know what I know' from Broken People by Richard Lamoureux
'Pick a line, any line' Contest by Richard Lamoureux
Bring on the rain
I want to again
To wash out this burning Haze
I feel it a drift in my nights distance Seas
Pounding a flight through my heart
A Temple of soul
Pulsing tight to the back of my eyes
I think of that little face you know
The wood grain talking to me again
Or that shadowing whispering things
I do not like to know
Walking toward me in silent halls
It says things I don’t want to hear
I just want the pain again…
This brings out the things insane
I want to wash these ruined hands
Of theses peculiar stains
I want to scrub my face my mind
As my void expires
In nights a drift, hues of pure vermilion
I need it again
Bring on the rain
Bring on the insane
Watching it drift in crowded rooms
But I am silent
Alone feeling this pain
again & again
Feels like at home
A coming doom
So bring on the rain!
You are a great painter, I know it very well,
Your every paint is like evening temple bell,
You can paint the colourful flowers of garden,
Tiny droplets of rain water that make all ocean,
Our earth is so beautiful and we are really great,
But due to lack of essence in life we are in threat,
If possible please paint a heaven like earth,
With the fragrance of love and color of faith.
You are a great singer, I know it very well,
Your every song tells variety variety tale,
You can sing the song of every joyful event,
You can sing the song of every pain of heart,
Our earth is so beautiful and we are really great,
But due to lack of peace now we are in threat,
If possible please sing for a heaven like earth,
With the words of love and music of faith.
You are a great dancer, I know it very well,
Your every dance reveals goodbye to hell,
You can dance like our dad for bread & butter,
You can dance like a mad to wash out all fear,
Our earth is so beautiful and we are really great,
But due to lack of energy now we are in threat,
If possible please dance for a heaven like earth,
Your every step should bring love and faith.
Moonlighting the Savor, hey my velveteen blanket sky,sinking my eyes in your's,You often made me duclified.
Love to lean on you, The moment You rose my plum of Cheek's!!
Rivers flowing into the Oceans of your insane love which aroused my joy to its extreme heights.
Love to hug you, the moment You made my paired lips to cheers!!
Mutual bond stroking between leaves & flower likewise flourishing Your rain of love is been bluefully showered.
Love to Shrink Your pain, Everlastingly wanna see happiness throughout Your life!!
Attention seeker I wanna hold your hands forever like shaking it on sand, Porting on beautiful land in a manner where our feet are itching on a beating band.
Love to make You mad, that you ever fall in love with someone else except me!!
Stealing my heart, long hours tea~coffee conversations,tying a matured bond, You printed the life-story of entangling love birds.
Love the moment, When the tides of Your Love wash out the corals on a distant land!!
Each and every byte of chit chat tempted me, Springing the love in my soul, as like Rolling the ice~scoop on a cherry cheese cake.
Love your naughtiness prominently, You victoriously triumphed my heart!!
Full title:
LIFELONG, MEANINGLESS MUSINGS MEAN EVERYTHING OF NO VALUE
aka
OFF THE WALL RAMBLINGS
After upscale meals, I know no relief
until I somehow pick my un-fancy teeth.
Serve me good food in my own home
and these same teeth leave me alone.
At work, when I am approached by someone
who wishes to run some questions by me,
I silently laugh at an image most fun –
question marks toting briefcases as they run.
When my hands are dish-washing sudsy
or toting a large box for some distance,
an air fairy enjoys itching my nose nutsy
until I concede and scratch it roughly.
Any new clothes I hang up that are white,
closet creatures beat with yellow chains
and their marks will not wash out of sight.
The more I love it, the more yellow remains.
Things do grow legs and then walk away.
I tend to nest surrounded by my stuff.
I will not move, but my stuff will parade,
decay, migrate, and evade me, sure enough.
There exist an invisible, rude agitator
who throws dirt inside my refrigerator.
Every week or so, this frig mini-meanie does put
grime, spots, ice-hard raised trails and odd soot.
My air fairy, closet creatures and frig mini-meanie were all to me, assigned.
I know this because I often move and still, it is where I go that they find.
... CayCay Jennings
November 24, 2016