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Labyrinth paths, winding and twisting, a serpentine meandering,
otherworldly, ethereal, much too dreamy, lost and wandering;
saturnine, long raven sparkling hair that I hide behind, woefully,
tangled in the branches and thorns of life, lost hopelessly.
And then I found poetry and I pen my sorrow in verses bleeding,
now I swirl with beautiful words and send them in the universe, soaring;
writing my sadness is intoxicating, but also it can be a dreadful curse hurting,
prisoner of the past, locked in chains, can I begin to reverse, be a new me changing.
Entwined in words that I put away, I found them still waiting,
with a painful heart, I write my tangled, thorny journey, my hand trembling;
unraveling the weave of chaotic corridors in my life, I fall to my knees, praying,
oh will others love my verses penned, will they weep sadly when I write the aching?
In the shady silent forest, a shimmering snake seeks it's sanctuary, slithering,
beautiful definitely, and like the iridescent snake, I hide lost intentionally;
hidden, safe, melancholy, until the sun has found my soul delicately,
labyrinth paths, winding and twisting, a serpentine meandering;
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February 3, 2016
Acrostic/Mono Rhyme/Alliteration/Internal Rhyme
Copyright Protected, ID 16-751-710-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Theme chosen, Lost and Found
Written for the contest, 4 x 4 Pairing, Master Rhyme,
sponsor, Silent One
Second Place
In the soft glow of a December moon,
Beneath the banyan tree where silence blooms,
The Buddha sat,
Eyes closed, heart open,
Listening to the whisper of winter's breath.
A star pierced the dark velvet sky,
Its light falling like snowflakes upon the earth.
It spoke not of kingdoms or thrones,
But of a manger’s quiet humility,
Of a child swaddled in simplicity,
Love cradling him like a prayer.
"Peace," murmured the Buddha,
Fingers brushing the earth,
A witness to the stillness within,
The eternal birth of compassion.
Candles flickered in distant windows,
Echoing the Eightfold Path,
Their flames a reminder
Of the suffering they melted away.
The carolers sang of angels,
Voices rising in perfect harmony,
Not unlike the chant of monks
Seeking refuge in their sangha,
Both finding the sacred in the collective.
“What is this day but a moment?”
Buddha pondered,
A single thread in samsara’s weave,
Yet a chance to pause, to breathe,
To drape the world in love's quiet cloth.
So Christmas met the lotus,
Silent joy kissed eternal peace,
And in that union,
The world grew still,
For a breath,
For a lifetime.
Here, wisdom bowed to grace,
And grace to wisdom.
Love is the smile that will always answer,
And the waiting heart beating anxiously.
It is the eyes that will never wander.
As love is the soul's strings in harmony.
To be in love is a world apart, new.
Where the sky's horizon is velvet red.
As vibrant colors paint the silent view,
To weave each scene with a golden thread.
When love finds you without announced entrance,
And bows before the lonely heart of need.
It brings soft flowered petals of romance,
And open arms, allows you to be freed.
Love's cause is to merge two hearts yearning.
And soothe the soul that's silently burning,
Movements,
within the stillness,
I seek inside of me.
Upon the lily of darkness,
below this silver tree.
I sit often with my careless gaze,
while images enter
and visions I see.
Each one reflecting back into me,
These haunting dreams,
did I once live in the web they weave?
On battlefields,
does love abandon thee?
Our worthy cause,
without glory are all of these.
For each act, recalls another,
a sword raised,
its call to raise another.
Blade against blade,
Brother against Brother.
The war rages on,
weak against the strong.
Bring forth the sword of destiny,
the sword of light and righteousness.
Emotions weave the heart's lament, They can shatter what was once content. They can spark anew, a chance to mend, Yet can unravel, make you bend. At times, my heart is frayed, it’s true, Yet other moments, hope breaks through; A fresh beginning beckons with its art, Yet still I feel the weight, it pulls apart. When faith ignites, and dreams take flight, That’s when the tender ache ignites the night. With every fragment, I seek to reclaim, The strength to rise and start again, unashamed. A wish for dawn, to let my heart soar, To radiate freely, burden no more. To shine through darkness, a beacon bright, To banish the shadows and reclaim my light. Emotions may cloud the path we tread, They whisper loneliness, a song of dread. Yet, armed with courage, we will ignite, A inner fire, reminding us— we are light.
In deepest shadows, where despair resides,
A solemn tale unfolds, where pain collides.
A poem of sorrow, heavy on my chest,
With trembling words, I'll attempt my best.
In hushed whispers, thoughts unspoken,
Lies a plea for solace, broken and awoken.
A tragic dance within a troubled mind,
Where anguish festers, seeking solace to find.
Oh, Suicide, a haunting specter cast,
A word that echoes, a future surpassed.
But let us pause, to lend an empathetic ear,
For within this darkness, there's a soul in fear.
Amid the tempest of thoughts that roar,
A fragile heart trembles, seeking an open door.
Yet, let us remember, with each passing breath,
There is strength in compassion, a shield against death.
Within this poem, a plea for hope I weave,
For those who feel trapped, longing to leave.
But dear soul, listen, please do not surrender,
For life's tapestry can change, in time, so tender.
Reach out your hand, embrace the light,
Let love and understanding guide your fight.
Seek solace in the warmth of those who care,
Together we can heal, burdens we can share.
For in this world, we are not alone,
We are intertwined, like seeds that are sown.
Though the darkness may seem too vast and wide,
There is a chorus of voices by your side.
Let this poem be a gentle reminder, my friend,
That in unity and support, pain can transcend.
May you find solace, a balm for your soul,
And rediscover a purpose that makes you whole.
Suicide, let not your cold grip hold sway,
For there is light, even on the darkest day.
Hold on, dear heart, let us journey anew,
With hope as our guide, together we'll pull through.
"In the absence of complication,
trials and tribulations become distant memories.
Above sapphire skies delight sanguine eyes -
inspiring forthcoming musings of the mind."
Does the moon not daub its porcelain glaze on every foolish lover?
Does the rain not conceal the absinthian tears of each rent heart?
Does the sun not bleach away the darkest ire of every forlorn soul?
Does the dusk sky not blush for the pale of each weary spirit?
Consider, for a moment, how precious YOU are ...
if you were the only cognizant human on this earth,
the heavens would still shimmer with stars for your sake alone,
each day would dawn with a glorious palette to please your sight ...
Every bird would weave its sonorous melody to grace your ears,
the oceans would roar for the yearning of your unique spirit,
and the very wind itself, would carry your name on its back!
Rise, today, and contemplate the wondrous creation that is YOU ...
Celebrate the gifts of this Universe that spin for your sole worth,
and say "thank you" to the heavens that you are made so extraordinary,
with all the miraculous precision and intent that Creation could supply,
breathe in the joy of existence, and exhale the jubilant appreciation ...
Of LIFE!
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Your Best Free Verse From 2019" Poetry Contest, John Hamilton, Judge & Sponsor.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Complete The Poem - In The Absence Of Complication" Poetry Contest, Silent One, Judge & Sponsor.
* Many kind thanks to Silent One for the marvelous inspiration! This was written for a contest of his, and the prompt was the gorgeous first stanza that he provided. *
"In every walk with nature, one receives far more than he seeks."
- John Muir
"I took a walk in the woods and came out taller than the trees."
- Henry David Thoreau
I take a stroll mid the trees tall,
To my troubled soul, a cure-all,
Listening to the crushing leaves,
My lonely heart comfort receives,
The song of the birds captivates,
Calling out to me as time waits,
I weave through tangled branches deep,
Through shadowed woods, my eyes, they sweep;
I take in the beauty of Spring,
The charmed allure of everything,
Captivates my heart and my soul,
In here, I feel revived and whole,
Attractions plenty to ponder,
Slowly I pause, breathe and wander,
When I feel blue, none to delight,
A walk in the woods makes it right.
01.22.2022
My lady dressed in black to please,
Adorned now in a black silk gown.
I watched as she with grace did ease,
A flight of steps then to the ground.
Adorned now in a black silk gown,
Coming with a sheen so bright.
A flight of steps then to the ground,
To see her was a great delight..
Coming with a sheen so bright,
With the long black stole she wore.
To see her was a great delight,
Her beauty out shown a sunset shore.
With the long black stole she wore,
While around her neck hung black pearls.
Her beauty out shown a sunset shore,
Now from her hair where two long curls.
While around her neck hung black pearls,
When to a concert she arrived.
Now from her hair hung two black curls,
Just then the music came alive.
When to a concert she arrived,
All eyes became then fixed one her.
Just then the music came alive,
With this lass a panther with a purr
All eyes became then fixed on her,
When to a restaurant she went.
With this lass a panther with a purr
Seemed to have been heaven sent.
When to a restaurant she went'
She turned each head when walking in.
Seemed to have been heaven sent,
Just then she looked and cracked a grin.
She turned each head when walking in,
But now it's time for her to go.
Just then she looked and cracked a grin,
At the arrival of her bow.
But now it's time for her to go,
When to his cheek she gave a kiss.
Their hand now did together weave,
They looked to have eternal bliss.
When to his cheek she gave a kiss,
I watched as she with grace did ease.
They looked to have eternal bliss,
My lady dressed in black to please.
Where bold breezes blow a wondrous world awakes,
they swaddle silken scenes that surround so many,
fresh air is an awesome advantageous aspect all told,
it inspires instantly without waver whatsoever,
empowered energetic edge to species human,
and amazing animals as one might often observe,
inhale invigorating images imbued that tantalise the rapt rambler,
magic meadow mindfulness gets a great gee up,
from well-found winds which waft,
woo and weave surreal semblance sumptuous,
when poets pause perhaps divine delightful dizains descend,
iridescence infinite inkling as angel aura atmospheres alights,
gust of golden genesis glad guest most warmly welcome,
shell strewn sea shore surface swept,
kaleidoscopic knots kindle conduits creative channel,
bard on boundless beach befitting benefit,
oodles of ornate overarch saline squall sequesters,
petrichor’s proboscis pleasure pick up post downpour,
quixotic quintessential quest quenched by fabulous fairytale flurry,
daylight dazzle’s deft dip driven by draught