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Terra Firma
David J Walker
I
How big a place must Eden be
Its borders unknown
Its politics not on display
Its laws kept by passing clouds
Each from the lips of whispered scripture
The peacock's song can be heard
Under the canopy of a transplanted forest
Of oak and birch where the
Cock will remain as long as the
Hen is secured
The world need not be a bigger place
than this
II
What lies beyond the secured borders
Is a matter of speculation
The anticipation of more will drive
The curious mind mad with the
Scent of an unknown difference
Until it is named
III
Only madmen claim dominion
Over air and ground and sea that
Transcends life
The comings and goings of ideals
That means nothing to the mountains
As humans evaluate the usefulness
Of claims and how to prosper
IV
You may know me by location
I am from (Insert the name here)
As if there is a distinction on this
Small blue planet whirling
like a Dervish on
The unknown path through eternity
If this is a sojourn then we will
Meet and rest with others
who will know us
As terra firma
I want this cold Winter to be over-
longing to hear all the little birds sing;
just love beautiful Spring with skies azure,
I wish to be in forests green ambling;
and dipping my toes in a stream babbling,
and picking the wild flowers unfolding.
Over the meadows wild the north winds fly-
making all the small white daisies tremble,
Summer is knocking- Spring I say goodbye;
I do enjoy hot steamy days blissful,
and bright red roses hanging so graceful;
and butterflies in my garden jungle.
All the trees lay down their emerald gowns-
there is a great whirling of gold and red,
all the Fall leaves are now crinkled browns;
migrating birds fly high with their wings spread,
and rain is falling on my garden dead;
and Winter is coming soon- that I dread.
How pretty the first filigree snowflakes,
soon, I will be making Christmas fruitcakes!
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January 20, 2018
Poetry/Urban Sonnet/Come, Come Sweet Seasons
Copyright Protected, ID 18-1112-561-01
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
oh Writing- my eternal rapture
my curse and burden of words winding and twisting
in my head . . . oh the hurting
always seeking a pen, a pencil some white paper or a paper napkin
maybe a paper bag . . .
why can I not just be still and lost in my tranquility and serenity
why this need- this everlasting, ever, never ever ending need
do others feel this hunger and thirst to write down words
like air to breathe- I must write my thoughts
I must, must, must, MUST . . .
to not- only leads to anguish and misery
I find myself in a tortuous labyrinthine tangled
oh, the torment of words whirling in my head seeking release
gives me a headache . . .
I let unrelenting words loose to float and drift
my sorrow and sadness entwined in poems I surrender
all my tears spilling and all my joy telling
and for a moment I find my peace . . .
do others feel the same I rant, rant, rant
do others have this same thirst . . .
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May 7, 2018
Poetry/Free Verse/A Writing Rant
Copyright Protected, ID 18-1020-198-01
All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, A Rant
sponsor, Shadow Hamilton
Third Place
Too Hard to Write
I cannot write.
Not too few thoughts,
But too many,
Whirling, twisting
In my mind –
Too many fears,
Too many doubts!
The channels of
My mind are choked,
Like leaf-clogged gutters,
With formless words
That pour over and
Are wasted on the
Barren ground beneath.
Fears fly around
My head and knit
My words into knots
That ravel into strings
Of nothingness.
When will this nightmare
Cease, the fears subside?
Where can I hide?
I feel the worst is yet to come,
And yet I need to fight
This feeling of despair!
And so I try to tell myself
That time will pass -
That this brief moment in
Eternity will someday
Be only a memory.
But will I ever truly
Be at peace? I cannot tell.
Gilt-edged first light visions greet
zestful horde in trendy street
Luscious coffee bouncing bean
set alight a dormant scene
Pumpkin seeds dot fresh brown toast
eager staff cool vibrant host
Ghetto blasters rock and blare
raucous voices split the air
Backbeat sold on grey stone curb
manic newsstand with the blurb
Toil worn riser half asleep
speed bump traffic jam’s beep beep
Noisy dockland, wharf or pier
naval fringe cry, coast is clear
Blue horizon sky high quest
humdrum route dull second best
Stock exchange a whirling disc
budding Gordon Gecko risk
Rapid urban belt whose rift
spurs its city’s latent gift
DEEP DOLOR
Sudden debut of whirling gust
Garden got covered with dense dust.
Burden of bygone days still lasts.
Clouds almost ready to burst.
Loud thunderbolts boldly blast.
Proud memories pricked from past.
Fast flying birds flew far leaving sky.
Last phase of mine tending to sigh.
Past grievances sad to say ‘Why?’
Terrible turmoil on thrust.
Horrible heavy rains to start.
Plausible claim from deprived heart.
Me just helpless passing through plight.
She is far away, out of sight.
Plea in vain to reach her this night.
Tears in ceaseless showers to pour.
Piercing heart sonorous storms roar.
Steers in despondence, deep Dolor.
08/22/22
Three rhyming lines in each stanza.
Also first words in each line to rhyme.
ROSES AND CARNATIONS
Roses and carnations, a lively
Imitation, of life’s full-bodied wine.
Different, yet parallel.
The embodiment of Cupid’s strike.
~
Riveting roses, sensual & aromatic.
Hourglass form, like lover’s hips
And crimson lips. She’s introverted,
Felicitous and faithful.
A dozen in her dainty hands,
A crown of beauty, bestowed.
Jealousy of upturned smiles,
Tremble around this delicate flower.
~
Roses and carnations, a lively
Imitation, of life’s full-bodied wine.
Different, yet parallel.
The embodiment of Cupid’s strike.
~
Coveted carnations, beheld.
Their colorful skirts - twirling,
exhaling & whirling. Hues
Of ruby, sapphire and pearl.
Posh petals of personality,
Adorned in grandeur’s golden portico.
One snipped, for his boutonnière.
Gaiety in her bridal bouquet.
Two lively hearts join in matrimony.
~
Roses and carnations, a lively
Imitation, of life’s full-bodied wine.
Different, yet parallel.
The embodiment of Cupid’s strike.
10/7/2017
Julie Rodeheaver’s Roses and Carnations Contest
Rumi Verse: "When you feel you cannot even bear one more minute, NEVER GIVE UP! Because it is the time and place that the course will divert!"
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Last month, a lot inured downhill
with the harbinger of a fresh one,
no denying how furtive time is
yet, it gambols at a peculiar pace
were you hoping to learn of kismet?
Is that a glum expression?
supple in the shape of teardrops,
dreadful are the sobs of my soul.
Nothing should be identical
this is a fugacious future
another month has started
since this world endures spinning
proceed in earnest
akin to moons and suns
assured by the sight of tides
evocative of opulent ideals,
still, I will acquire backup.
Update often, with no delay,
and refine to improve
a depiction of one's existence,
a month elapsed with its anguish,
anger and suffering from all sides,
when will sorrow vanish?
I shed vanity of that era,
conquering adversity, I stand tall,
a vast, whirling ivory sea—that's me
swelling and edema hit me in waves,
jubilation, and seasonal bounty
plethora of blessings,
tranquility, support, and freedom
healing, atonement,
rise above, deepen your affection
a successful, reasonable life.
Sometimes in the morning when you first wake up
Before you stretch your mind, your body in bed
Before your thoughts get on whirling, hacking, quacking
Your seconds, minutes, time passes away fluttering in your head
You realize this new day dawn you could have been dead
You need to think
To save yourself from yourself
It's a Brand New day
And before you get on your way
You're refreshing your thoughts shouts out your mouth
You close your eyes, you kneel and pray and you talk to the Father
Talk to the Savior ask Him
Oh! God I'm thankful
Thankful you granted me this one new day
Thankful that I need to pray to you
Thankful to be able to talk to the Father and Jesus
Thankful and grateful you've awaken me
And you placed me on another days journey
Awaken me to have another's days life
Thanks for another daylight
In conclusion to thankfulness I am for the same saying Hallelujah Hallelujah Amen
9/30/20
written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020
Laced by dainty petite waltzing flowers,
listening to their soft whispers to the bees
and butterflies, my summer days were ecstatic,
eyes felt alive with vibrant colours,
my heart felt vivacious with the melody of nature.
It's time now to bid adieu to warm days,
with a spirited foliage of farewell, tiptoeing in
a veiled bride with crimson, magenta, amber…
whirling, swirling, twirling whimsical leaves
trees are decorated with, and some
sprawled creating a velvety tapestry
under the soon-to-be bare branches,
no less gorgeous than the glorious flowers
ravishingly stunning, and exquisitely opulent,
enchanting human senses, hearts and souls
erasing their bleakness and melancholy.
O fall, let this poignant lore of love wrap my imagination
forever with a faint aura of sublime feelings,
I glide through the season with an ethereal sensation,
My existence transcends into a rare celestial experience....
with burgundy, ochre, sepia, sage, scarlet.....and more!