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Last Time
Those little arms reached up to be held
Last time a friendship felt a strong weld
A last glance, a laugh with a precious loved one
A last time, "Not now." to play catch with a son.
That hug to a sister, waves as we drove 'way
A last sunset, of gold, on that last dying day
And what would we swear if we knew that last hope
That was met with a "Not now" was only a "Nope!"
To forever, and ever, with no turning back
A memory vanquished of song on life's track.
Family, neighbors, comrades or friend
That chance for a 'Do lunch sometime!" has an end.
The world is filled with noise and the climb
And solitaire games, and the wasting of time
The moments are passing, they're passing away
Carpe diem, oh, my heart, seize the day <3
Copyright © BJ Legros Kelley | Year Posted 2023
THE MANY:
I can see beneath your veil....
Pretend not that you love me
While you profess to kill a harmless fly
With a sledge hammer;
And wickedly weld koboko
without bathing an eyelid
LOVE:
Love is love;
I never said love is blind
If love is blind,
There won't be love burn or heartache
THE MANY:
We can see beneath your veil....
Pretend not that you love us
Our knuckles are grey from knocking,
Our heels bruised, brutalized from seeking
And our voices hoarse from asking
While you wickedly weld koboko
LOVE:
Love is love;
I never said love is blind
If love is blind,
There won't be love burn or heartache
THE MANY:
I can see beneath your veil....
Pretend not that you love me
Your eyes do not stimulate love;
Your eyes project hate, disdain
Your lips do not speak the language of love,
They are full of curses
Your heart has no milk of human kindness
It only knows how to weld the koboko
LOVE:
Love is love,
I never said love is blind
There won't be love burn or heartache
If love is blind...
THE MANY:
I can see beneath your veil....
Pretend not....
Come dance with me, the Teke man said,
Offering carnations red.
Together my love, our feet will fly,
My heart you fill, you’ll not deny.
He held her tight, but loose enough,
To twirl about, and strut her stuff.
A twosome, yet they were one,
Who lived life, love and fun.
He saw the love in her eyes,
The kind of love that never dies.
Their bond, the strongest weld,
To ecstatic future they propelled.
True love, no passing fling,
A pair to waltz and to swing.
Their dance was that of souls,
To be never dashed upon the shoals.
To each the other a special rose,
That filled the heart, not the nose.
His love for her, he did shout,
She in return, he had no doubt.
Love built on rock, not sand,
Forever in each other’s hand.
When at last, at heaven’s door,
They shall dance evermore.
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Written: June 26, 2023
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In the realm of creation, where forces collide,
There is a phenomenon that cannot hide.
Shrinkage, a word that holds power untold,
Affects all things, both young and old.
In the dance of shrinkage, cracks appear.
Random patterns, spreading fear.
As materials contract, their strength is tested.
And in their wake, a trail of cracks is manifested.
Skipping lading, a delicate art,
To prevent shrinkage from tearing things apart.
With careful precision, we peen the weld.
Melting the metal and ensuring it's held.
But alas, shrinkage cannot be tamed.
Even in old age, memory is maimed.
Brain Shrinkage, a tragic tale,
Where memories fade and thoughts derail.
As I grow older, I fear the loss.
The shrinking of my mind at such a cost
But in this dance, there may be hope.
To slow the shrinkage, and avail me to cope.
Warpage, a consequence of shrinkage might,
Bends and distorts a worrisome sight.
But with knowledge and skill, we can prevail.
Strengthening our creations and making them avail.
Weight is a factor. In the dance of shrinkage, it plays a role.
Adding pressure, taking its toll.
But with careful consideration, we can find
A balance where strength and weight align.
Shrinkage, a force that cannot be denied,
But with knowledge and skill, we can confide.
In the realm of creation, we must embrace
The dance of shrinkage with grace
So let us not fear the cracks that appear.
In their wake, fresh paths may be clear.
And with each intervene the dance of shrinkage, we learn:
To adapt and grow, to find recent ways to yearn.
In shredded attire
Bodies of flesh
Through the waterfall haze
In sweat-en fresh
In his arms, captured
Her leg like a vine
Wrapped with intention
As he enters entwined
In standing pose
This pillar of man
Inner grows
Wanting runs
Tongues fencing
Adventurous hands
Waterfall spray
Mixing with glands
Grandiose groans
Echo this cave
Two statues in loved weld
In carnal crave
The cry of content
Choirs her walls
As spasmodic groans
Inner enthral
In quivering shake
Intake of kiss
Cave of carnal capture
Sexual bliss
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"For his invisible attributes, namely, his eternal power and divine nature, have been clearly perceived, ever since the creation of the world, in the things that have been made." - Romans 1:20
The coloured space refracts the Creator's essence
A vision soaked in palettes with threefold lens
RGB, HSV, or Lab—three in dimension, yet one in hue
In every shade and gradation, His light shines through
There are no depths from which He does not gleam
In blackest nights, faint sparks can still be seen
A triune of quarks swirl in quantum lore
Chromodynamic sparks weld together the atoms' cores.
Galaxies ignite where the elements unite
As trichrome charge converges to white
'Til eons pass and the stars cave in
And remnant dusts collide to birth new kin
What wondrous run, what state of art!
The world we tread on beats with iron heart
Fe, atom number 26, is a sacred sign
To the tetragrammaton, YHVH, His name divine
Then to its mass, add neutrons—30 in all
The age when priests (and Christ) are given call
As Iron-56 stands, most stable of time and space
Thus our lives shall be, when yielded to His grace
In all of this the bonds shout eight-point-eight
When fusion peaks, new dawn shall propagate
Through life of stars the Spirit breathes
Through crimson blood that iron sheathes
Abundant life is encoded within the Son's name
As the oxygen in air sparks resurrection's flame
Even the atmospheres bear witness to the cross
The Word is inscribed in all of cosmos
Thus Nature's Laws pulsate with His decrees
Woven in Love, not random debris
From stellar breaths to fermion spins
Every speck of existence are God's fingerprints
Written: September 27, 2023
Love Poem Contest Darla Seely
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A poem full of glee and love,
Poke with a rant, a bee-hued as a dove,
Tied into a pair of rich-soul,
In a song of lust, a warm role.
Hush at ease,
Keen opus, fuel the kees.
Body area mold and weld,
A love lilt will bind us as we meld.
With a soft kiss, lips meet with balm,
In this holy cup, feel the vibe of calm.
Lame, warm up the skin,
The ogle spell and the opia fire win.
Eyes shut soul to soul,
Deep crux, zeal goal.
Grin at will, mind teem with glee,
To show that cheer and love, ne'er flee.
All true, Love's has a firm trek,
For me and you, ever peck.
Wrap me in a cozy hug,
The vast boon of love and tug.
So let us glow each day,
In this love poem, the soul will stay.
Love, an art with lines so tall,
Egos rule over all.
Everyone is struggling with something. And many of us have traumatic childhoods from which we need to heal.
In order to heal, we need to take time, self-care and space from the world. But, we also need to be able to ask for help when we need it. It's definitely challenging, but a journey worth taking.
We will oftentimes feel like a butterfly that goes through a complete metamorphosis to become its beautiful self.
There is a greater power than us in the Universe and it is always there. Give the Universe a chance to have your back.
We straighten our crowns
By Michelle Morris
25/12/2022
When we're young
Our worlds are small
They revolve around our parents
And our four walls
We are limited
In our perception
We don't understand
All the deceptions
Some are obvious
Some are not
But we often intuit
Signs around us
We grow up
Confused and dazed
Fragmented memories
Create a haze
As we grow older
We understand more
It's not always good
It's not always helpful
But with experience
Comes greater insight
More wisdom for us
To feel right
We can forgive
But often not forget
We need to process
We need to vent
So much anger
So much pain
We often think
Our life was in vain
But when we allow
Light through the cracks
We give the Universe
Chance to have our back
The warmth
Melts our hearts
And gives us a chance
To weld a new part
Stronger and wiser
With love and hope
We grow our wings
We polish our soul
We straighten our crowns
We dodge the arrows
We live a life that is on
The straight and narrow
And one day
When we go home
We'll know that we
Are souls good to know
Heaven embraces
Each one of us
For we are love
Light and stardust
© Michelle Morris, 2022
“Beethoven's Fifth Symphony is the most sublime noise that has ever
penetrated into the ear of man or woman.” Quote: E. M. Forster
" Poem is enhanced if symphony plays while poem is read" The poet.
Bold navy as dark and pure as the cold frosty night.
Chilled season’s symphony opens with eight notes come what might.
Short blast followed by long note repeated short followed by long.
Thunder has begun it’s familiar fifth symphony song.
Leaving the listener unsure what to expect all alone.
Beethoven switches to a lighter tune instead of his dark tone.
A tinkling as the rain begins, he uses spiccato to give perfect light.
A less grand repetition of the original notes as winds take flight.
Building in anticipation until the climax of the first theme.
A solo of horns, a transition with the loss of the sun’s beam.
The sky produces an aqua hue by each blinding lightning flash.
Thunder roars, the sky now a soft pastel hue as wind and hail crash.
Beethoven offers bridges to weld the grandeur of his blizzard prone play.
Frost is forming turning the sapphire hue fading to a pastel bouquet.
Following, suspense of his opening the piano takes us to strings.
Full orchestra, Da Darrr Da -Darrr Da Darrr Da -Darrr it springs.
Tempo lighter, airier which is juxtaposed with the timpani drums.
The soft gentle snow, now hurtled by deafening wind, silence comes.
For the second stream of Beethoven’s sonata allegro its making way.
Cyan-tinged icicles decorate the surroundings, peace resumes her sway
Season’s storm has freshened the landscape with her blanket so soft.
She delights in her brilliant accompaniment, her décor of beryl aloft.
This icy mistress is here to wash and cool this part of the earth.
Give thanks for mountains capped, lakes frozen, hot cocoa for its worth.
My fellow poet
Mr, Ian Guy
You may not know it
But you give me a why
Why do I write
Why do I post
I struggle for sight
You give me a toast
One of the few
Dissecting my rhymes
Honest reviews
Feeling my lines
I've become intrigued
To hear your two cents
I Display my reads
With dings and dents
It seems to me
Your fond of my style
Simple as it may be
You make it worth while
I felt impelled
To make you aware
Each poem I weld
I'm eager to share
I appreciate your words
They resonate
Whether useless curd
Or something great
Feedback is nice
My drive is applause
You review my slice
And give me a cause
One more thing
I'd like you to know
You repaired my wing
As I was ready to go
I read your work too
Your talent shone
I'm inspired by you
Your words, you own