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The appendix and punctuation and learning new words
As they sift and make the dough pliant and smooth verbs
The morning dew drops and the ear infections , as you had your inactive gold ear-rings, paired
The early morning, haphazard memories and yet so long for so long a ribbon, tightened.
"Rabbi zidni Ilman", and the wisdom, and the turtle and the slow and the steady, for a steady pain, off and on.
They beat around the heartbeats , and beat around the bushes too, in the fish-o-fillet
Or a thousand dollar contract with relocation to move your sofasets, beds and the canopy that added on, in toothpaste
bad-mint-on when Rome must burn!
Why so much noises around a sunlit day? When nothing matters in a significant way?
still the passing day felt a mere Sigmund truth, shivering in high fever and so to say.
Noise walls and Walgreen corona tests in Michigan, they all seem in perfection, to sync in tune, in an asynchronus way. Attuned though.
I am no one in this wide world, a mere plain thinker in a simple living, coping underneath a magnificent sky, visible from a petio.
And the visible impeccable the enormity and We , as the next week may see, might never be,
as the story must go on, replaceable by a wiser call, when unseen faith should debate less,
even without a visibility, aftermath serenity and among the prettiest face,
an innocense that grew up, on its own, for many reasons to disown, within a traveller's grace.
Still, I saw you there, also, at the end of a tiresome day
I felt, I am a longevity in a dark silence, where supplication in faith may
Without pointing fingers to a mannerism in equity and dwelling in a voice synthecizer...
As kalshi was looking back in the black and white again, before we parted, for ever.
1:37 AM
8-6-2024
Wisdom of Winter
Oh, the memories of Spring
Much more the sweeter grow,
When you are at Autumn’s end
And faced with Winter’s snow.
Oh, the new and budding things
That make for Spring’s delight,
Fast mature in Summer’s day
To fade in Autumn’s night.
Oh, that it were Spring again,
Life pulsating anew…
Hope dancing in its gentle breeze
And promise in its dew!
If only Spring could visit once again
Perhaps we’d breathe much slower…wiser be,
And linger longer on its lovely path
Of carefree, sweet and dear simplicity!
But one cannot be wise in days of Spring
For it’s a time to chase and capture dreams…
And only Winter lives to savor joys
Of every passing season’s life-filled themes.
© Sandra M. Haight 2015
All Rights Reserved
~5th Place~
Contest: Rock Me Around the Clock or Rock Me to Sleep—Rhythm Poems
Sponsor: Sheri Fresonke Harper
Judged: 02/12/2015
Our love she lit on fire,
Without a second thought.
She has no idea of the
Lesson that she taught.
It is surely one,
I will never forget.
Allowed myself to love her,
My biggest regret.
My tormented soul meant nothing,
Neither one cared if I survived.
My character's will to live,
The reason I'm still alive.
The person I used to be,
Nothing remains.
A much wiser person,
Came from the flames.
Some days are a struggle,
Just to get out of bed.
These demons rule my heart
and control my head.
I believe in myself,
Beyond a shadow of a doubt.
I was worried, I thought
There is no way out.
I should have prepared myself,
For that dreadful day.
Without a word,
She just ran away.
I still find it hard to breathe,
A weight upon my chest.
She lied when she said,
She did her very best.
If I could have a do over,
I would pass this time.
It is fragmented memories,
That destroys my mind.
My life is complete and
Utter mess.
She is oblivious to my pain,
She couldn't care less.
For me, loving her
Felt right and true.
She never mentioned,
She had a different point of view.
Turbo1904
Near the cold, brackish waters, wretched with bogs
where a gust of the sea wind, lifts the veil of the fog
a rider, approaches, through the branches of trees
As his steed has a thirst, having need for a rest,
and paws at the earth with a fumbling stance
There comes, just a moment to glance all around
While his horse takes a nibble, on the stubble of grass
His eyes focus in, with a curious chance,
In the strange cloistered fortress, with a lift of the dew
is a brooding old castle.....and the story, ensues.........
A forgotten old castle, with moss covered stones
On the edge of a forest, in the thick of the sound
It is riddled with mystery, not a soul to be found
Yet his curious nature, invites him to prowl
Near the top gabled window, does fair maiden look down?
Waiting the chance to call out, or come down
dark spells to intruders, of which he is one...
Care not! He is fearless, with courage unbound
With panther feet nimble, not a step to be heard
Will a flash of a sword, find a gallows disturbed
or chains of a dungeon, waiting to fill
with no one the wiser.....no fret from the hill?
The arched bolted doors, have weathered the storms
He carefully knocks, yet the doors guard the lore
Nothing shouts out, not a bell left to chime
So he climbs to a cove, that lies over the door
And into a chamber ....to startle the girl!
She has waited for rescue, since a frightened young child
Her blue eyes are oceans like the sea in the sun
He sweeps off the floor, her delicate frame
and her eyes are so large, he almost falls in
It takes not a word to calm and convince
Together they flee, from this dark prison's cell
And a story book ending,,,,, is the one that I tell
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do not become-
that which you loathe and hate-
revulsion intoxicating
despicable and cruel
let thoughts of revenge fall away
go beyond yourself
rise up over and above
see your vast artistic tableau
this gift the Lord himself gave you
and to all the others who share your vision
words and verses
beautiful
let go of the insignificant
the unimportant
the trivial and the petty
(go beyond yourself)
where poemsgossamer are dancing
twirling swirling whirling cascadingdown
no matter how much your heart is bleeding
do not
become
that
which
you loathe
and hate
yourheartisbroken but you will rise up
higher than before stronger wiser
oh just let go of the weeping dear heart
I promise
the pain will end for you
the bleeding will stop in time
your pen will drip words forever
but the hateful and cruel will always be
rise up-
be a lovely bird
with majestic wings
fluttering in the sunshine
go beyond yourself
and your pain
turn your emotions into poems that float and drift above
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September 27, 2015
Poetry/Free Verse/go beyond yourself
Copyright Protected, ID 15-712-594-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
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sans
trill
regent
without
baton
clown
only
steals
hearts
with
permission
Admirable
singer
that
only
sings
solitary
sublime
loose
parts
terrible
set
assembled
Springtime
flowers
smile
Autumn
leaves
cry
Wiser
who
knows
that
nothing
knows
PS. SIX WORDS VERSES IS A KIND OF POETRY
NAMED ALDRAVIA
There have been times while watching life from the different places I have stood…
that I have seen injustices….and have not acted as I should.
Times I knew something wasn’t right but still I stood by silently
Times when I did nothing because those injustices were not done to me.
Times when my silence was complicit…although I never could be blamed…
Times that left me saddened…confused…distressed…regretful and ashamed…
Leading to nights I could not sleep…because in my mind sad thoughts spun
of all the things I should have said…of all the things I should have done.
Perhaps I was surprised…bewildered…afraid…I cannot be exact…
but for whatever reason I lacked the courage to speak up…and the bravery to act.
But now that I am older…hopefully wiser…and more confident…I am inclined…
to speak out when I see injustices…having left that younger me behind.
No longer am I ashamed at my silence, my inability to act…instead…
I am ashamed of our president, our vice president…and the party that they head.
I am not ashamed to call myself an American…for that is who I will always be…
but I am ashamed to be an American in the America they see.
Their vision of America I will never join…in fact I shall publicly decry…
To their hatred, abuse and indifference…never will I comply…
I will continue to speak out against these injustices…
no longer my feelings will I hide….
I’m not sure what good it will do
but I will sleep a little easier…
knowing I have tried
You’re like the heart who knows
In order to keep beating,
The blood must continue to flow
And the blood comes from the One who grows
A more beautiful heart, a more tender fountain
Than any other – His blood pours out hope, joy, faith
A beautiful that is beyond dreaming about
Thanks to the One who gave up His blood
There is a hope that is truer than any grief
A hope that is wiser than any other promise
This is a hope that means life is eternal
This hope assures us that God is alive and
He is fighting for us – He even died for us
Then He came back – Rising again to decide
For us – there would be a forever after,
A life eternal in heaven, where He is living
Until that moment when God decides to come back
Calling us into paradise, where we will live forever
Praising the One who made a way for us
To claim the victory – because of the faith, the grace
That made a way for us to say “Jesus Saves”
You’re like the heart who knows
In order to survive, the blood must flow
The blood of a Savior who shows
Life on earth is short – The life He provides
Is forevermore … eternally together with the Savior!
Gods of Man
In the days of yore, in distant times
Life was simple
Man was simple-minded
and his gods were simple, as well.
Life began with the light of day
and ended with the fall of night.
The light and the darkness were magical,
mysterious, awe-inspiring, and dreadful.
So, he made the sun his god
and the darkness his devil.
A little wiser, he made the graven images
to bow to, sacrifice and worship.
Then came the sly and savvy one
and he made god an anomaly,
a paradox and an enigma.
He made god like no one
and no one was like him.
He was nowhere and everywhere,
And yet he built magnificent
houses of worship and
installed idols of gods
and turned it into a thriving enterprise.
He spawned dos and don’ts…
And as a deterrent he engineered hell,
As an incentive he promoted heaven.
I did it my way
After I am dead and gone away
Let them say whatever they may,
Night to night and day after day
I have lived my life my own way,
A god of my own I created to pray
and my own devil I made to obey;
I will own all my sins at play
and vow all their wages to pay.
Time goes by like clouds in the wind.
When young, I did not notice their haste
But as I grew older and wiser,
I found each day too precious to waste.
As I look back upon my life,
A young man comes to mind.
I often wonder if he was 'the one':
A once in a lifetime find.
How to know true love's embrace?
With youthful games, the signs erase.
Missed signals fly all over the place.
Yet, to this day, I see his face.
Fate made the introductions
But I'll never know just why.
He was everything I dreamed of
But in the by and by.
Because I wasn't ready
And a future I could not see,
I let my one love slip away.
A time for us was not to be.