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In the labyrinth of my mind, I reflect on my life thus far.
Not only a reflection of my thoughts and feelings, but a soul searching.
Totally wrapped in my contemplation, I have fallen inward.
Reality is slipping away and I am buried in the pondering of my life.
On examination it surely has been a tangled path that I have travelled.
Seeking my reason for existence, I am immersed in a whirlwind.
Preoccupied, I dwell in a meditative trance brooding and musing.
Examining one's life is painful and the answers not always easy to accept.
Coming to terms with the past is a tearful journey back in time.
To look inside one self takes courage and truthfulness.
In me are many feelings long buried that are screaming to be revealed.
On my bed, I lay weeping and lost it seems in scenes I want to push away.
No, it is not easy to retreat into one's mind for introspection and absolution.
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June 23, 2016
Poetry/Acrostic/INTROSPECTION
Copyright Protected, ID 16-803-695-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the contest, Introspection- Acrostic
sponsor, John Hamilton
Third Place
Tuesday, March 10th, 2020, my daddy’s birthday.
I am anticipating next week with happiness.
Spring break! A whole week off for students and teachers.
I am one of them. We will be off this Friday, March 13th.
Friday the Thirteenth! A happy day for us, right?
Wednesday, March 11th, 2020. We are all excited.
Everyone is happy and eager about the upcoming break.
Two of my friends are retiring. I just found out.
I cannot imagine coming back without them next year.
Thursday, March 12th, 2020, 5:30 p.m.
An unexpected automatic message comes in from the school district.
All teachers and students can take Friday the Thirteenth off work.
Due to the Covid 19 virus. I have no idea what this is, but I am thrilled.
We are off for a week and a day!
Friday, March 13th, 2020. I wake up realizing I get eight days off in a row!
What to do first? I am thrilled. Painting, writing poems, cartooning.
I am a whirlwind of happiness.
Wednesday December 2nd, 2020.
It has been eight months and a half now.
My friends have retired. We were not able to give them a proper good bye.
I have had to learn an insane amount of computer programs new to me.
I am seeing my classes online, which is not nearly the same as in person.
My joyous Friday the Thirteen ended up being the start of something horrible.
I do not remember hearing the word pandemic before now.
How much more can we take? Unsure.
This poem is inspired by true events ... of
this fallen angel ... For she is the true
definition of "Fallen and Evil!" And I
personally had the honor of meeting
her ... up close and personal ...
and so have many of you!
So, here's to you ...
THE MANY LIES OF
"BROCELIANDE"
(PRONOUNCED AS
ROCELIN )
Written By: Tiffany Saxon
Misery, deceit, misplaced hate
which has lasted through the
hands of time within our
history.
For she is the queen bee of ...
manipulation,
hiding behind closed doors,
sinking her teeth into the prey
of many generations ...
yet,
There is no record of her
destruction ...
Only her venom that breeds
within our minds, veins and
closed eyes of the past, present
and future candidates of
corruption.
All stolen without knowledge ...
Good turned into evil ... Her
Signature of what is known as
the Spiritual abduction.
For
She Led many astray with evil
intent.
So,
Who is she?
The woman who whispers
sweet nothings in his or her
ear ...
While draining one's trust, love,
and energy ...
Sucking all common sense out
of one's soul ...
While posing as the
enemy.
But don't get it twisted ...
Because there are two forces of
evil ...
(Broceliande and Satan)/
( Female and male )
Now ...
That this is out in the open ...
Just know
That everyone has been taught
and enlisted.
Thus,
I come to you to warn you, that
she is the many faces of wars,
Arguments, incarcerations, loss
of life and more ... All mixed and
Calculated in the
Whirlwind of rotating doors.
So,
Open your eyes and see the
signs in others you may know.
Do you see any similarities in
your friends, families, and or
Foe?
Because if you do ... just
remember that
some are lost souls that have
accepted the thirst of evil and
have fallen in
to the approval of "THE MANY
LIES OF "BROCELIANDE"
(PRONOUNCED AS ROCELIN)
THE END!
sat in a prison of my making
dark holes in piled skulls
an unwelcome reminder
I am nothing like that boy
so full of righteous ambition
certain of what was just; right
blinded by that conviction
consumed by my fervour
I became the whirlwind
danger swims in certainty’s waters
sirens sing and sailors sink
rapt in passions promise
armour now covers what’s left
immedicable wounds etched within -
right can become wrong
I learned to build walls
to separate and preserve
some salvaged solemn sense of self
a sworn queen’s man
duty done, I sit apart
making peace with ghosts
There's a hurricane a brew
In my world since I met you
A whirlwind of every weather
But we handle it together
There are days of sun and brightness
No troubles--just lots of lightness
In our hearts that are enjoying
Hours of no one annoying
One another--just relaxing
There is nothing left worth asking
Unexpected tears like rain
Fill days that are full of pain
Falling down like thunderstorms
Everything is going wrong
Till there's a watery sea
Surrounding both you and me
Windy days are just the best
Your sweet breath upon my neck
Blowing me away
with the chills you send my way
Every single time I hear
Loving words sent in the air
A bolt of lightening passes through
Every time I'm touching you
Shocking me right to the core
Desiring you more and more
This voltage just intensifies
Love truthfulness that isn't lies
Weather changes every minute
And I'll take whatever's in it
Good or bad I'll take it all
This love's gonna never fall
No matter how many storms
Our relationship is bringing on
Losing her soul to the whirlwind
Her spirit stolen by rainstorm
Body of her became a sacrifice
To the turbulent blizzard.
Once upon a soul mate
We both danced in the day
And we have both thrust
Our feet together in the dark
I had thought
I was the only key to her heart
Until I met the door I left clogged opened
My luggage packed outside in the rain.
I knocked the door endlessly
Still under the bashing of
A heavy clatter of water from the above
Visibly shaking, fidgeting
Like a lost pullet with no mother
I heard a heavy laughter from within
I peeped through the window
Nothing in sight to behold
In my world, rain stopped
To me alone, it was no longer raining
Heat came over me from within
My head ran fast as I became hot
Is she inside all the while?
Has somebody replaced me?
No, rang through my medulla oblongata
Basking in the effusive
Hymns of “forever together”
“Bad thought of a bad dream”
I chorused to ‘self
The masculine laughter reverberated
With a ugly but husky voice
This time accompanied by a very
Feeble but familiar sonorous voice
Playing the Juliet to the Romeo’s laughter
I am dead, I’m finished
My soul mate, now soul lost?
Life stared at me without a sire
Alayade Stephen T.
20th of June 2007
03.52pm
NB-Written in Iba,(Ayos) in the house with me,
Expecting a Mary, and Izobo daughter.
From the parlor window,
an old woman looks beyond the decrepit wooden rails
of the low fence
Five Rhode Island Reds are grazing around in tall brown grass hunting
grasshoppers, and she welcomes the company
One cock sits perched on a post, in the shade of an elm
keeping watch
Down the deserted asphalt road,
heat waves blur the horizon
A dusty whirlwind has picked up a tumbleweed
And spins it against nearby barbed wire that surrounds the coop
The sound of the windmill moans a painful whine
She looks with empty eyes, at the room around her,
An old clock ticks away the minutes in slow motion
The mantel displays photographs of a life she hardly recalls
She lays her hand on the desk,
picks up the phone that never rings and carefully listens to the dial tone
Then, she will once again turn toward the window
that needs a good scrubbing,
where her gaze curves down the gravel driveway,
toward someone not coming
Ballad... Love song...
Whirlwind
By Michelle Morris
29/11/2020
Say it's true,
That we'll always be together,
Say you're sure,
That you've got no doubts whatsoever...
Say they're pure,
All those thoughts you've been thinking,
Say we're more,
More than two desperate people...
Say it now,
That you can't live without me,
Tell me how,
You plan for us to be spared this time...
Chorus
Oh yes, we know...
(Oh yes, we know...)
Broken hearts can be mended with love and patience, but
Our hearts have had more than one round of this whirlwind...
Don't want another whirlwind now...
(Don't want another whirlwind now...)
(end chorus)
So tell me it's true,
That we'll always be together,
(Together now...)
So tell me you're sure,
That you've got no doubts whatsoever,
(No doubts whatsoever now...)
Tell me they're pure,
The thoughts, the thoughts that you're thinking...
(That you're thinking...)
Say it now,
That you can't live without me,
(Without me...)
Tell me how,
(Tell me how...)
You plan for us to be spared this time...
(This time... This... time...)
Chorus
Oh, baby, say we're more,
More than two desperate people...
(Are we desperate people...?)
Oh baby, say it now,
That you can't live without me,
(Can't live without me...)
And baby, tell me how,
(Tell me how...)
You plan for us to be spared this time...
(This time...)
Have we crossed the line...?
(Crossed the line now...)
Are we going to be fine...?
(Fine now...)
Chorus
© Michelle Morris, 2020
I that have seen such beauty
fallen beneath its gleam
rejected my life’s duty
to wade thus in its stream
Saturating me with love
bathed in moon’s reflection
naught more for me to dream of
drown me your affection
With our true hearts united
stare into love’s abyss
night dreams felt unrequited
are thus found with first kiss
Passion’s torch does scorch the sun
red molten flow in veins
as we two become as one
unbridled, fallen reins
Sacrosanct are our love nights
life’s sweet joys soar with you
without your touch, nothing’s right
next tryst now overdue
Stoke my love and lustful sate
lure me your siren song
wooing whirlwind perfect fate
where pulse and pleasures throng
We shall meet under moonlight
join true hearts in one fire
kiss in love’s sweet depths all night
meld into deep desire
We’ll sail ‘cross life’s open seas
explore each others’ shores
casting caution to the breeze
re-writing romance lores
Love’s paradise we’ll not miss
destiny sends us there
living life with blushing bliss
heaven for us to share
Rapture’s mine, your eyes starshine
your light does kiss my soul
intervention our’s Divine
in ecstasy extol
Robert Lindley and Susan Ashley
(a collaboration)
June 8, 2018
*Providence* - a manifestation of divine care or direction -
Poet’s Note: When my talented friend Robert, found and presented to me his lovely poem fragment, from long ago (the first stanza), and asked if I would be interested in writing a collaborative poem with him, I said ‘Yes’! In the moment of reading his tender words, I was inspired.. and honored and humbled, by his generous and kindhearted offer to finish this poem with him through our creative cooperation. It was my great pleasure and a tremendous poetic experience for me to create and write with Robert, a fine poet of such high caliber who just so happens to be my esteemed friend as well. Robert, you made my first collaboration a pure joy and our friendship and partnership in poetry is cherished.
Time is but a shadow of eternity, for eternity has no end.
God has filled our mouth with laughter and our lips,
With shouts of joy, for the joy of the Lord is our strength.
The Lord clothed the enemy in shame and the strength of
Wicked is no more.
Indeed you will know the truth, and the truth will set you free,
The Lord placed it within our hearts, for I know that our redeemer lives for He lives within.
Wake up, sleepers, rise from the dead and Christ will shine His light on you.
The earth and all the planets rotate around the Sun and the Sun
Shines within our hearts.
God thunders marvelously with His voice; He does great things
That we cannot comprehend.
For He says to the snow; Come on the earth, likewise to the gentle rain and to the heavy rain of His strength.
He seals up the hand of every man, that all men may know His works.
The beasts go to its dens and remain there in place.
Out of the south comes the whirlwind, and cold out of the north,
By the breath of God, frost is given, and the broad waters are given, and the broad waters are frozen.
He loads the thick clouds with moisture; He scatters His bright clouds with moisture; He scatters His bright clouds and they are turned about with His Mighty Hand, that they may do whatever He commands them upon the face of the inhabited earth.
He causes it to come, whether for correction or for His land or for mercy.
The wondrous of His works are of His perfect in knowledge, which transfers His wisdom through eternity, which has no end.