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Just a second -no, wait
it's the hours of the day,
sixty minutes plus fading in the fray;
no,
it's the weeks lost in the months,
actions and escapades debunked,
then again, maybe not,
more like the months turned into years
passing quickly through laughter and tears;
better yet,
it's the decade of the years that slipped away
trivialized by work and play,
with memories mixed and confused
forgotten and bemused
gifts and blessing misused;
it's a lifetime hurried with goodbyes,
rose-colored glasses that forged its lies
with every step we laughed and cried;
take me back a moment in time
to remember and recall
to know and appreciate -
we had it all.
With every breathe I take
With every step I make
With every beat of my heart
Even in times when we are apart
My love for you is renewed
As fresh as the morning dew
In every sunrise made anew
With every sad tear that falls
Whenever your deep voice calls
My love for you is renewed
In times of famine and war
Even when it all seems to be going wrong
With every sweet uttered word
And even in a separated world
My love for you is renewed
With every moment of laughter shared
With every gentle affection displayed
Even when I say I cant no more
No matter what we are fighting for
My love for you is renewed
With every Mount Everest we climb
With every secret valleys that bind
With every thunder rumbling
With every rose petal crumbling
My love for you is renewed
In the gloomiest of nights
We navigate the unknown.
Bound by a shared purpose
Our hearts have grown.
Without talking, we survive.
I grunt and squeak.
She hints at an adventure.
Her odds of making it home are bleak.
Her words are a balm.
Healing wounds unseen
With every step we bestow
We're building a bond, so serene
I am resolved to assist her.
While she is supporting me.
We chat as we stroll along.
In a world, where liberation is glee.
We share our hopes and dreams.
And the secrets of our souls
No fear or judgment
As our connection unfolds
Odd, yet I'm keen on that fact.
She always aims high.
I can hear a heartbeat.
Again, my heart still sighs.
Through valleys and mountains
We forge our path.
Hand in hand, edge by side
Defying fate wrath
We laugh and we cry
In this journey, so profound
Discovering parts of ourselves
That was once lost and bound
With every obstacle we face
We find strength in each other.
Together, we conquer.
Every fear and cover
Our spirits soar, unchained.
As we venture on this route
The world around us fades.
As our hearts commute.
No longer just companions
But we're not afraid.
But a love that's divine
The destination may be unknown.
We have found solace.
In the bonds we have made
So let us continue.
On this path, we have chosen
with whispers she makes shadows all hold hands
the West wind turns it's back at her command.
With one cold glance the daisies lose their leaves
she holds nature in her thrall, she believes.
Making potions in a jar to made-up tunes,
telling fortunes using Lego bricks for runes.
Poppy says she's had the gift since she was ten,
Mum hopes she'll grow out of it, who knows when.
With crystals, string, a map and twigs for rods
she finds lost things, assisted by the Gods.
A hair grip that she wore when she was three
and a boiled sweet down the back of the settee.
Buoyed by this success, she moved out to the fields
to see what her divining skills could yield.
Dry leaves sighed with every step she made,
the rods directing Poppy through the glade
when a hand took hold her ankle from the ground
from something that did not want to be found.
Faded posters on the lamp posts now replaced
with another set that feature Poppy's face.
Two missing girls, the same town, in five years,
children play behind locked gates amidst their fears
'till father time puts all of this behind them, but
Lucy says she has a gift-
and she can find them.
He waited in he wing
Having desire without voice
Papa said he could have
But only with limited choice
She pulled back energy
Knowing not to be loud
He would tear her up
If she attracted a crowd
The bruises on his arm
Told a story of its own
Though surrounded by family
This child was alone
Young, yet aged in dress
She walked with baited seduction
He had her meal ticket
Though his way seeped with evil corruption
Weighted and worn she strode
With every step...dragging...pain
No way would she lay it down
Without losing all that she had gained
It may not be much...to others
But at least, they could say, "MINE!"
Who cares, that in order to gain it
They had to cross many cautionary lines
It is what it is
No change can take THAT away
With the Objective Observer
Meaning is always in the way
...trying to right some wrong,
........sing an inspirational song
...........in an attempt, to, well, get along
Written by Trudy Schrader on 06/30/2019
Author Dana Redricks
January 27, 2025
I know you're tired of going through the pain, and tired of standing in the pouring rain. From the moment you were born, a target on your back, facing the sun's warmth, yet feeling the dark attack.
You've seen both light and shadows, pressure on your mind, hold on, keep your head up, brighter days you'll find. Ooh child, things are gonna get easier, hold on to hope, the light shines clearer.
People see just pieces of the puzzle you endure,
Unaware of the whispers, and wounds that feel so pure. They don’t know the terrors that play when you sleep, nor the depth of the secrets, in your heart you keep.
Abuse and sorrow, feeling you don't belong, yet, through it all, you strive to stay strong. Ooh child, things will get brighter, with every step forward, your soul grows lighter.
Keep your head high, let your spirit soar, brighter days ahead, you're meant for more. In the midst of pain, find the strength inside, for in your resilience, your spirit will rise.
Jesus walked into the enemy's camp
dressed like a poor soul
Eyes with knives glaring at him
Priests didn't like His answers
Death threats hung around his neck
like a noose the verdict already decided
Yet he walked into the the enemy's camp
they couldn't see or wouldn't see the light
that He shone
He said I am the Light of the world
They planned to kill him crucify him
With lies and nail Him to a cross
because He was Truth
He walked on violent waves
ready to pull Him under yet with every step
with love and mercy Jesus stretched
out his hand like on the cross
To save Peter and us from drowning
Frank Black Blacharczyk
Mathew 14:22-33
•My breath wont let me say that you’re gone.
• This continuous pressure your mere memory forces on me pins me to this Earth
•won't you please let me go?
•At night I hear you unintelligibly shout to me through my pillow, your seething laugh haunts what precious moments I actually do sleep.
•Your visits should comfort me but they don’t, I dread seeing your baleful face.
•Especially since they come at 3AM.
•With a sweaty brow, and quivering heart.
•Thump. Thump. Thump.
•Was it my own heart? Incessantly beating, throbbing, quaking at the thought of you?
•No.. I just know its you.
•Thump. Thump. Thump.
•With every step the memory of your hateful fingertips burns the skin around my neck. I reflexively reach up to touch my throat and swear.. I can almost feel you there.
•Thump. Thump. Thump.
•I reach for the doorknob of my bedroom, the bedroom we used share, where you would leave me crying, bloodied and bruised…and with a shaking hand tighten my grip.
•THUMP!
•I pull the door open aggressively, being fully prepared to meet with your ghost face to face, but was only met with a cool breeze.
•Its like this every night.
I am taking a risk,
With every step I take.
I am exposing my heart,
With each decision I make.
I left behind the comfort,
Of what I once knew.
Let down my guard,
For the chance to be with you.
When I was consumed by your eyes,
I knew you’d take the gray out of my skies.
You played hard to get,
With words I can’t forget.
As we took the chance,
We began steps to romance.
With every step we take,
More memories we make.
You stumble and fall,
And it’s me you call.
Just know that I’ll be there,
To love you through it all.
We started making future plans,
Joining our hands,
I am yours and you are mine,
Our hearts combine.
I pledge to honor you, love you, and cherish you,
As my wife today and everyday.
Our wedding ring reminds us
Of vows made hand in hand.
Promise and commitment
Are symbols of each band.
2025 Poetry Marathon Mile 26
Sponsored by: Mark Toney
Contest Judged: 11/7/2025 2:03:00 PM
( 7th Place )
Written: October 9, 2025
I reach the edge of my hardest days…
Whispers coil around my ankles.
Debts coil and reach like old trees,
their branches scraping the walls where I once lived.
Whispers drift through the air,
the earth rough beneath my feet.
A harsh voice fills the silence,
and greed snuffs out even the smallest kindness.
The pressure tightens around my days.
Shadowed hands weigh on my shoulders,
testing the quiet strength I carry,
I carry myself forward, breath after breath.
I remain in this forge of trial.
Flames lick the edges of my spirit.
My hardest enemy is often the mirror;
my own hands, my own doubt
pulling me toward the chasm.
They cast their nets…
trying to trap my work, my name, my light.
The hush lasts just for a heartbeat.
I walk forward - not for open doors,
but because my heart will not bend,
because the spark inside me burns.
The paper gate is behind me.
Morning light spreads across the sky.
The road ahead is open.
I earned it with every step I took.