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I took a mountain ride
Scenes unfolded before my eyes
beneath widespread, deep, blue skies
It was the perfect place to hide
Far away from stress and obligations
In a world of colorful trees
Showing off before a deep freeze
Nature has its own intentions
I could smell Autumn at my fingertips
Red berries were shining in the sun
A decorated forest was full of fun
As the elevation released hardships
I drove away and I said, goodbye
I am grateful for all that it gave me
Everything that I experienced, all to see
Until next time, waiting for me to fly
Heidi Sands
9/24/26
(C)opyright
It is mostly the most neglected parameter of our well-being.
And is ruined simply because of lack of attention and care
Living in the age of digital connectivity we all are hollow from inside.
No one to talk to but a phone is always treated as a symbol of pride.
Loneliness is a widespread disease which is present all across the place.
We must hold on sometimes and take a break from the ongoing race.
Just a pat on the back is enough to enlighten and elevate the mood.
One must speak in an emphatic tone and must never sound rude.
Meeting one another, talking and smiling can make all the difference.
We can die alone but to live we need a community around.
Even though we live in the jet age our mind and soul is always alone.
Humans do have a heart and ironically it is not made up of stone.
Oceanic
sight awful shudder
haunt;
media echoing news;
Poverty sad sad
view....
Begging for some
mercy and food to
eat;
Rags and filth ~
children on street;
Is this what we
gave?! STOP!
Rain bullets and
bombs clouding the
heavens;
Scathe canopy
'causing fear;
Is this what we
gave?! STOP!
Black and blue polka
dots pattern
scattered;
Zigzag drumbeat
beatings hurt;
Is this what we
gave?! STOP!
Hobnob campaign
rapport on
elections;
Blind eyes ¬ deaf
ears corruption;
Is this what we
gave?! STOP!
our earths' lifeline
continuum decline;
widespread worldwide
pollution ;
Is this what we
gave?! STOP!
Collapsing to brain
drain thoughts,
hearts and soul;
Spread wings push
down poverty;
Set mind! Strive
hard! Act now!
YES, WE can MAKE
this EARTH a BETTER
PLACE!
Life legacy beyond
years.
Come one! Come
all! START SOON!
(c) Olive Eloisa
4:17pm
July 03, 2014
Sponsor Sheri
Fresonke Harper
Contest Name What I
Gave
2nd place, to God be
the glory.. :)
As Death creeps nearer, to my life's end,
I look upon it as a godsend.
There's no one left whom I call a friend,
I'm like an oak, unwilling to bend,
while shadows in the dark tend to blend.
The world is under increasing strain:
as nations vow to be great again.
And inflicting hurt and widespread pain,
Politicians are acting insane.
Gobble warming's happening today:
and thus, climate change is here to stay,
no matter what the deniers may say.
Billions of people inhabit Earth,
while we're increasing our rate of birth.
Facing the future, I don't fear Death.
I fear that this madness will extend,
to giving billionaires free rein.
And I pray I won't be here the day
life's judged for its value, not its worth:
while poor people fight for every breath.
With heart divided between old and new
both loves so dear and warm and true;
'Cross continents covered with morning dew,
so fleet I ran to be with you.
Cloth marked, banner blazoned, dearly tried;
on I ran to be by your side.
Storm gathered, tide washed, a dear heart so true,
still on ran I, till I found you.
To your widespread arms and warm auburn eyes,
your red full lips and limb filled sighs;
Onward I wandered thus dreaming of you,
to touch your hand and kiss your eyes,
Her blason banner so stiff, bright and new,
hung on my right for all to view.
You saw her colors favor by my side.
Your tears welled, coals banked, heart torn pride.
You held a silken scarf in your wee hand,
turquoise token, woven with golden strand.
Your gaze so crestfallen slowly wavers,
Yet, reaching forth I accept your favor.
Placing your keepsake upon my left side,
to be my shield, to be my guide;
silken, soft symbol of my hearts delight,
to the battle I march on that dark night.
And, as the clash of weapons loud,
Immersed the days dawn in horrific sounds,
Of mortal pain, and death's story;
So fervent fought I to return to two.
Blessed by M'Ladies' Glory.
Drumming along on steering wheel
And dashboard, to rhythm and beats
8-track drowning out giddy squeals,
Till butts plopped down in venue seats.
The buzzing crowd was everywhere
All walks of life surely present,
Deluge of Tie-Dye and long Hair,
Smoke wafting thick, the oddest scent.
When all light vanished, cheers ensued
As silhouettes shuffled on stage,
Anticipation…all eyes glued,
Mind numbing sound, coming of age!
They’d rocked our years, and now this night
Fans singing each memorized word,
Dancing, laughter—our teenage rite
Of passage, forever conferred.
Ten thousand flames, begged one more song
Two mega hits offered instead;
Then bows before worshiping throng,
Ended the show, farewells widespread.
powerless to the force of fate?
the futility of human will
when fate swallows free will like a tidal sea
when choice is neither safe nor certain
you embrace everything happening as fate's design,
an inevitability
perhaps an unseen deity pulling puppet strings?
we are like mismatched spoons in a drawer
to me, there's substance in free will
often wrong directions spinning us out of control
realism that springs from life's seeds
no submissiveness to fate
no resignation to what's believed inevitable
with no obvious design, chance breeds tales of sorrow
sometimes the good end unluckily
while the bad can prosper
unequal outcomes remain unexplained
it's not a world to yield its secrets
bad luck happens (no reflection on self)
it's widespread like bird droppings
Can we reach a different conclusion?
to value moments of misdirection
when personal error becomes art,
poetry that rattles our nerves
from the keen edge of free will,
choice
that stretches beyond a fated helpless
to know that the stars aren't calling the shots
to know that a world of war-hell
is a hell of our own making
Poem composed August 29/2022
For Edward Ibeh
Contest: This or That Volume 13
Autumn's super moon is dazzlingly bright,
The Earth Princess views the super in a milky light.
Seasonal joy fills the poet's soul and cunning,
Clad in green, the landscape is rather stunning.
God made the moon and the brain the same way,
One side is clever, while the other is a dark display.
As yet, this upbeat side is still in prevailing sight
If one disregards the darkness, he is all right.
By virtue of its best features, the moon, and mind,
Inspire all living creatures on Earth with your kind.
Greens, mammals, flowers, people, and ecology,
We are thrilled by the moon and life's company.
Everyone gains widespread joyful calmness,
Water swells in the arch mimicking politeness.
Incidentally, they view, that the lily comes from the brain,
Fall is marked by joy and pretty blooms and birds again.
Written: July 24, 2022
8th Contest Winner
Joy Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Regina McIntosh
December 16 Scripture Meditations Based on 3John
Key Verse – 3John 1:2 Beloved, I wish above all things that thou mayest prosper and be in health, even as thy soul prospereth.
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR PROSPERING ME
Thank You for prospering me and my physical faculty
Midst obvious debility
Against weak body and its inability
For me to continue by Your gracious generosity.
Thank You for prospering me and my spiritual fruitfulness
Midst widespread wickedness
Against grievous sinfulness with its filthiness
For me to seek always Your bright righteousness.
Thank You for prospering me and my mental fulfillment
Midst humanistic advancement
Against intellectual arrogance with its defilement
For me to receive Your wise enrichment.
Thank You for prospering me and my moral standard
Midst lustful regard
Against worldly earthliness with its reward
For me to stay in Your holy safeguard.
Thank You for prospering me and my financial brochure
Midst scarce measure
Against threatening poverty with its censure
For me to claim Your heavenly treasure.
Thank You for prospering me and my biblical discipleship
Midst apathetic partnership
Against superficial friendship with its hypocritical fellowship
For me to enjoy worship with Your blessed leadership.
Thank You for prospering me and my eternal victory
Midst temporal worry
Against ephemeral history along its earthly territory
For me to delight in Your Gospel story of magnificent glory.
December 16, 2022
In a never sleeping metropolis,
In the dungeon of a room,
My days and nights are locked!
I am a traveler on a street, with no end in sight,
But just the bustle of the moving crowd,
And a handful of burnt dreams for company
My ‘kingdom’ is in the third floor,
Of an old street building,
Now languishing in neglect,
Facing dilapidation,
Just like my own life,
In the chronic agony of existence!
While the adjacent buildings,
Renovated and restored
Mine, under a bankrupt landlord,
Is on the verge of instant collapse
Looking through the chinks in the wall
And craning my neck
Over barricades of buildings
Amid the swirl of traffic,
I get a glimpse of the slum below
In all its squalor and dirt,
And a medley of lousy images
Bleeding into one another like water colors.
Now and then, I see,
Beggars in bundled rags,
Along cracked pavements.
Some squatting,
Some sleeping away to glory,
With street dogs coming to share
The leftovers in their begging bowls
And lick their wounds!
Sometimes I take away my glance
From the dismembered corpses of the dead!
On another side,
In plush residential colonies,
With landscaped courtyards,
And cerulean swimming pools,
Sentries stand on guard
To admit 'Sahibs'
Sliding in Mercedes and Rolls Royce!
A little far, in the open balconies
Of star hotels,
Men toast goblets of wine!
Oh! What stark divide!
This grave imbalance is so contemptible.
Woe to the society where there is widespread anomie!