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I am standing for the woman that is too weak to stand,
A string of abuse she has suffered all her life long.
She believes she is on her own no one to support her
So I will be her strength and support, her verbal backbone.
Let me then tell you Mr. Abuser, I will not stand aside,
While you tear down the walls of the weak and feeble.
In your face I’ll stand, with my shoulders squared fast,
Been there, stepped up, overcame, so that is my armor.
Now that’s not where I’ll leave it, more needs to be done
For the woman that is weak and feeble in self esteem.
A rescue is not the wherewithal, there has to be a goal
For her to strive unto, on the road she'll walk to being whole.
Encourage her to use her past of pain, to build
A better self for her future and make her fears
Be the rock on which she stands, to reach higher
Above the murk of abuse and self-mutilation.
For Debbie's contest: Stand
Written: July 5th, 2026, for a contest sponsored by: Unseeking Seeker
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Line of inquiry:
“Of the fact we are alive, we are sure
All else scriptures say, may or may not be
So presence vibrant, heart pure and demure
As formless awareness we become free”
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Hagioscopic hymn to the Divine kernel
We keep God-search accessible,
yet the cosmos cleaves yield when we gaze —
a hagioscopic hush, an oculus of golden light
thrumming over the welkin as an ariose aria.
All else may fall asunder,
but the Divine remains the ductile, eternal nexus
where every archetype melts into exegesis,
where endogenous ardor swells to a plexus.
Call it aurora, call it elixir, call it Elysium —
the Source supervises every epoch,
collocating our chaos with its capacious calm,
turning our dismal nest into blithe, balmy rising joy.
We are peripatetic flâneurs,
panting through labyrinthine days,
beleaguered by ephemera, beset by fatuous fears,
yet happiness morphs only when we aurify the heart
and let the Divine’s mirific mettle press into our clay.
For without that empyreal embrocation,
we writhe in desuetude —
a ruinous simulacrum of ourselves,
gripped by gnawing doubts,
careening through the clamor and clangor of the world.
But with it —
with that svelte, sylphlike, shimmering connection —
even the stygian gloaming grows gossamer,
even weariness winnows into wistful felicity,
even our molten moiety of sorrow turns comfort.
So let the Divine be our vade mecum,
our velvet panacea, our veridical panoply of peace.
Let its sonorous ardor regale our spirits,
its mellifluous mercy inure our wounds,
its lapidary light aurify our days.
For happiness is not a clod of chance,
nor a knavish chimera,
but the salient, sacred truth:
we thrive only when we tether our hearts
to the empyrean wherewithal that made us.
And in that connection —
that luminous, living nexus —
we become blithely, buoyantly,
free.
Written May 6th, 2026, for contest sponsored by Ink Empress
Prompt ~ Addicted to your Alchemy
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Addicted to your alchemy—
I admit it without genteel restraint,
without the wherewithal to pretend
that this isn’t a selcouth, slow-burning undoing.
Your cuddles fired a flutter of ecstasy,
a golden glow gliding gently in my ribs,
switching my stolid stillness
into a fleeting void,
a longing that lingered,
leaping beyond limits.
I wretchedly return to the declivity
where your voice first broke my heart—
that susurrous, almost perfidious whisper
evocative vows, never venerated
I still recite it as if it were scripture.
There is a tristful sweetness in these moans,
a quixotry I cannot winnow from my bones.
Even today, your absence hones
similar to a stalwart shun
Draw me into that katabatic abyss
With virile, velvety-dark desire eclipses.
I strive to argue with myself—
a futile conundrum,
a colloquy with a heart too recalcitrant
to resile from the memory of your mouth.
Desire has its own sequacious logic,
It's tailored susceptibility
And I am guilty of every syllable.
You were always a little inimical,
a little officious with my longing,
Yet I let you inspissate my nights
with your half-truth heat,
your muliebrity or virility
(whatever shape you wore that hour),
Your sylphlike drift through my restraint.
And still—
I would sojourn in this sorrow again,
a sublime symphony of sprees
the sumptuous, smoke-soft torment
That leaves me wan,
yet wanting.
Addicted to your alchemy—
yes.
Because even now,
in the nadir of this night,
Your memory moves through me
akin to a clandestine partita
a dark-winged music
I cannot—
will not—
stop listening to.
The tide gentles in, on the wings of angels, reminding me of His Love,
I look to the east, seeing a seagull, at a distant, feels more like a dove.
In morning quiet, I walk along the sand, marveling at the Lord’s beautiful grace.
The Grand Canyon, eerily spiritual, reverent and quiet, a meditative place.
What of the sparkling mountains, formed to give us respite,
and the desert sands?
What of the lakes, and the streams to cool us, created by His loving hands?
Have you seen His rocks – turquoise, emeralds, rubies - in their various colors and hues?
Where would you find God today? Hopefully in each face, and heart. You can choose.
He is in the wind, whispering devotions and love in your soul,
through His trees so clear.
He is in the gently moving grass, greening up precisely every single year.
He is in the snow, falling onto a grateful ground, an awe at His wherewithal.
To show Him our appreciation, and our love, we need to breathe in and love it all.
I rage, my need for you bleeding helpless
tied, bound by these silken ropes of love
my cries will never reach your side, my life
over the music that deafens my heartbeats
I stand mute and solo without you
till we belong to each other
even if that destroys who you are
you will only belong to our love
even if that kills us...
There is a riot in my heart exploding me apart
the burning blood of your beauty razing reason's rampart,
defenses devised by decades of destructive love
surround my soul with swords sharpened on evil known of,
I need you to breech the war barrior, to rescue my red potential
break the black bricks of the sorrow wall with a woman's wherewithal,
we will pay Fate's ransom for union legend
with unbroken breaths of lovers impassioned -
A Collaboration From The Quills Of Bindu & Justin
I have neither the time, wherewithal or energy to find myself again
Lost in the bowels of my hovel, I am too exhausted to begin the hunt
Piles of clothing, empty boxes, bags of junk, have immobilized me
If I was younger, if I had more energy, if I had more time.
Excuses keep me immobile, immovable, in a sloth-like state
How did this place get to be such a hoarder’s nightmare?
My breathing is difficult in coming, I feel sick most of the time
The real me died a long time ago, under this disgusting meat suit
I am too sick, my arthritis is kicking in, I can feel my asthma
More excuses, I stop writing, I stop painting, I sit in a recliner
Clicking a TV remote over and over and over
Binge watching TV shows that put me to sleep
After my nap, I might begin, I think, but I do not
I am lost, in the bowels of inertia and lethargic apathy.
The new me is no go-getter, more of a me-loser.
If I do not want to lose myself completely, I had better change.
I hate you now, you did me wrong
I did you till the cows came home,
My friend called and said, ‘’she was through with you’’,
And I was jealous because, "I was weak, and didn't
Have the wherewithal to walk away.!
Now my best friend is leaving me with you.
Leaving me to crave you all alone.
I should have been gone...
You took away some of my ‘’top of the list folks’’-
With your too sweet facade, and I still held on.
Why did I stay? It was your sweet
Soothing ways, comforting me,
Calling me from out of my sleep to rendezvous with you.
I have lost my taste for you.
I am trying to get away from you.
Large portions, ‘’too much sugar for a dime’’.
Killing myself for the desire of you,
Addicted to the thrills you bring.
Sweet thing, I want to hate you.
Sugar, I am trying to hate you it’s simple
I heard that once I let you into my system, you’ll start to cohort
with the enemy and promote cancer inside of my temple.
Sugar, I am done with you; unlike my friends;
I am not willing to die for your, sugary appeal.
Word is you cheat, you like to sneak around inside,
Of once healthy snacks, and cause heart attacks,
Causing joint inflammation and arthritis pain.
Crippling me as you hide in eatable staples,
Appearing as safe. I will spit you out at the table!
I hate you now sweetie- trick no good ...
Don't care that you’re refined:
Never again “knowingly “will I swallow you:
Only for you to consume me as a killer treat.
Sugar" I am dumping you for honey,
And ‘’ my honey can go in raw’’.
‘’ my honey’’ will keep my company
And I won’t even miss you at all.!
Sweet Thang…
The moon, huge ball above that shines a golden hue,
seems a sign auspicious - but oh, that is not true!
Trenchant words you spilled; my heart is cleft.
I’ve wept (beyond bereft)
now you’ve left.
Dear, can’t you recall
how we’d thought our love would grow?
Your touch would enthrall
me through long days; moon’s warm glow -
Where did summer’s solstice go?
How will I ever find the wherewithal
to hold on through each coming lonely night?
My heart is hollow now, but holds no light,
and autumn’s sky too soon will cast its pall.
Abounding love and sun are gone. How small
will be the days to come. How much less bright!
How will I ever find the wherewithal
to hold on through each coming lonely night?
In fragrant blush of June, to garden wall
I’d run, your sunflower smile in my sight.
How can I stop my mind from taking flight -
so lost in thought of when we had it all;
how will I ever find the wherewithal?
Submitted Feb. 24, 2022 for
Faraz Ajmal's Some Broken Hearts Never Mend Poetry Contest
ARE YOU LONELY OR ALONE
ALONE means no-one to rub your feet
Alone means no-one to wash your back
Alone means you laugh at your own
humor and talk to yourself.
Alone means you check yourself in the
Mirror and come to your own conclusions.
Lonely means you miss the presence of other humans
Lonely means you require another human to fill a void.
Lonely means you are afraid that
"just you" is not enough.
Lonely means the presence of your
Creator is not surrounding you.
Lonely means you do not have the
Wherewithal to change your mood
To bring yourself to a higher mind -
Nor to be responsible for your own happiness.
Lonely means you can't trust your own thoughts -
Lonely means you may do something
stupid if no one stops you.
Lonely means solitude, means time alone.
Time, you have no clue as to what to do with!
With time on your hands- like blood
Lonely means you cannot stand to think of all the
Bad things you've done, or that was done to you.
Means that time is not "on your side"
Lonely means long as you are with yourself
You are unhappy by yourself. "Just You"
As they say ("me myself and I.")
I am Glad I am never lonely...
Just happy being all Alone....
Upon thy servants child declare a blessing immortal
And destroy all hell's missions against his frail life,
Such as dearth of coins and general wherewithal,
And these never-ending battles and strife.
In your universal errands Father see that you don't forget
His lofty burdens of transgressions and spiritual debt
That he has to pay the heavens for their endowment,
And the world for its bite and torment.
Ordain indestructible greatness upon thy servant's child
That no moth can devor nor the sun away can wither,
Calm in him all the spirits wild
And shield him against all the rigors of unfavorable weather.