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A girl named Destiny, with eyes like the dawn,
In a world painted gray, where darkness is drawn.
Her beauty a beacon, her heart pure and bright,
Yet echoes in the shadows would haunt her each night.
In the stillness of night, she would hold her dear mother,
Counting each breath, with prayers for another.
With arms wrapped around her, a guardian's grace,
She fought through the darkness, she's the light in a dark space.
She cried in the silence, her heart full of dread,
For this soul that she loves, for the tears that they've shed.
"Life is more than shadows mom," she whispered soft and low,
"Together we can rise, together we can grow."
Destiny is destined to be the first,
In a world of shadows, where many hearts are cursed.
While others lost their battles, caught in addiction's snare,
She stands tall and steady, shes a breath of fresh air.
With wisdom like a river, and courage like the sun,
She shows the beauty of the life she has won.
Destiny blossoms each year, like the flowers in spring,
With kindness and courage, shes learned how to sing.
Shes loved through the heartache, she's loved through the pain,
In a world full of shadows, Destiny can now dance in the rain.
I nodded off : in a splendid Light of Glory, Lenore : Came to me
Her Youthful face, Her Wedding Gown; brought back sweet Memories
The transparent White Vale; She wore that day, was not wrapped around Her Eyes
My LOVE forgive me , four years ago, I was robbed aged Yellow Vale : Their prize
I awoke in the mist of Midnight, Computers Smashed ,Vale gone : My Heart still Cries
“My Everything, My Forever ; I look through the portal between Heaven and Earth
March 21st when YOU asked Me to be YOUR Wife: ; for the eons of Eternity “I Do”
“On YOUR Birthday, on MY Birthday, I look upon You, Years to You, Seconds to me
“Still I await Our Entwinement For the Eons of a LIFE FOREVER made in Heaven”
“I see Your Love Has found someone new, Please : Love Her as I LOVE YOU”
“As YOU LOVE ME : for Eternity : for days beyond Tomorrow, I LOVE YOU”
To Be Continued
YOUR Liege, With LOVE ALWAYS and FOREVER…HG (Harry)
DEDICATED TO MY LOVE : BARABARA JEAN GORLICK
She cuddled in a signature pose
That resembled the 'one-hug' position
Arms wrapped around her disoriented and confused body
Pulling her skin covered torso into the black sheath
To her demise and surprise
Her situation was on the path to corrosion
Her shape was forced to contort and align
In ways she never thought of
The set of legs seemed not to attach
To the position juxtaposed to the malformed uneven arms
One longer than the other?
Squeezing her entire self into this rubber encasement
She was exasperated and running out of enthusiasm
So she drifted to allow her subconscious thought
To believe she was some malformed figure of a seal
About to utilize its deviated, grotesque, twisted flippers
Before she entered the water it became a struggle
Just to simply walk in this captive suit to the oceans edge
Upon her arrival she found her surfing buddy
Laughing uncontrollably with loud cackles and chortles
That turned into a roar as he fell to his knees
As she asked for his help to close the zipper he said:
"Your right arm is in your left leg,
And your left leg is in your right arm!!"
And thus a true story of my first time surfing.
September 5, 2019
Ten Word Challenge 1 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann
We always think it's he or she
Or they or them
We're scared to show our scars
Showcase our weakness as an emblem
What's mental health for?
Anxiety suffocating you everytime you breathe
But there's no escape no way to leave
We just have to "Stand tall, never grumble,
'Cuz that's just how the cookie crumbles."
That's how the cookie crumbles?
I speak up, and suddenly i’m a “clown”
I show my scars, and they say I'm soft
Why must mental unwellness take the crown?
It's not black not white it's clearly BROWN.
Let me tell you a story.
She laid her heart bare,
Stripped it down to its core,
Raw and trembling.
She trusted her
With the softest parts of her.
Then her secrets became
The school's hottest tea.
That sinking feeling,
The one that gnaws at her stomach,
The one that makes her feel sick
Because something sacred was shattered.
How was she supposed to forgive this?
The ragnarok of her life's work,
The end of everything she held close.
She saw others grow, move forward,
But she was frozen in the moment of betrayal.
Her words, their words, all of it
Wrapped around her soul.
She was humiliated.
Reduced to nothing.
Laughed at. Clowned.
And somehow she's still here carrying it all.
That's how the cookie crumbles?
They tell us to stay quiet,
To tuck our hurt neatly behind closed doors,
But what’s mental health for, then?
What’s left when we’ve folded ourselves so small
We barely remember our own shape?
Maybe it’s like she felt.
Trapped, tired, dragging invisible weights
That they’ll never see.
Keeping it together
While silently coming undone.
And yet, no one hears the splintering inside,
No one asks about the shadows we fight
Or sees the cracks we stitch with silence.
What if we spoke it out loud, held our pain high,
Refused to let silence seal our scars?
What if we held each other up
And dared to say,
This is what strength looks like?
they always ask me to stay a little longer,
as if laughter came from my skin.
as if I could be unlonely
just by making sure no one else is.
I fill the room,
and yet I’m never
in it.
they love me most
in photographs cropped at the waist—
in group chats
where I type like a mirror
and vanish like fog.
I am the pause before the pretty one speaks.
I am the arm wrapped around her waist.
I am the voice that steadies the silence
but never stirs the heart.
boys tell me I’m safe,
like a bed they’ll never sleep in.
they laugh
and I laugh
and my laugh
is a little too practiced.
I know how to fold desire
into a joke
before anyone sees it.
I know how to be background,
the warm blur,
the easy comfort
you never imagine kissing.
and still—
when I cry
it’s always quietly.
as if I don’t want
to make anyone
uncomfortable.
Have you met the new girl?
I admitted that I had not.
She is nuts.
Aha. Suddenly I pay more attention.
Have you met Sheila?
Not yet.
She wears crazy stuff, and she talks weird. She does not fit in here at all.
My dendrites start to go wild, wondering now, if two people can be right?
I go into my third grade classroom and look around.
Disappointed, because I do not see a new girl at all.
I was sick yesterday, which means I missed Sheila’s first day.
Apparently she is in another room today, learning how we should all behave.
When she finally enters the room there is a commotion, so I look up from the
Book I am sneak-reading inside my desk.
Sheila is fabulous! She has bright red hair, and more freckles than me.
She is wearing a lavender and orange scarf wrapped around her head.
I notice other girls are acting snotty already, noses in the air.
She alienated most of them yesterday.
I trip her as she walks by. She catches herself, and smiles at me.
My new best friend has arrived!
When its time to for him to sail away
like wind-blown leaves and cherry blossoms drifting in the lake
When He journeys far,as far as moons to reach
When He forgets the fragrance of Her hair
and how She tasted 'neath fresh linen sheets
When He forgets the sweetness of her name
and all the thousand ways She loved him through each day
Its then,She will remember each promise they concealed
Its then when She would whisper,'Come back and lay with me
Come close ,and tread all solitude beneath your tired feet
Look deep into these eyes and tell me what you see.
Tell me,are your nights long,are they vacant and cold
Or do the tea-light candles still glow to keep you warm?'
Its then where She would whisper ,'Come back and lay with me
Embraced by open arms is where you ought to be'
But whispers slowly fade like ripples of fresh rain
that once flooded this heart,then dried like ash of grey .
Her whispers go unanswered,His silence will prevail
His cheeks won't feel each tear drop,His heart buries the pain.
His mind rejects the memory and moments they have shared
But thoughts keep spreading freely like wings of soaring birds
Thoughts will keep returning, years after His regrets
Recalling yester's green fields and a lady with a hat
A lady on a blanket,hands wrapped around her knees
His shoes right there beside her,a fondled kiss in breeze.
She must have been the one...All along She was the one
The girl that keeps on living ,the shadow in his dreams....
The girl that keeps on playing ,pressing his piano keys.
Inspired by Alexis 'Contest ...and by Elton John's Song - The One..(Not for contest)
You know I'm just a lonely man
Walking down this here loney road
Lonely Street and as I walked past many fine women
Many fine foxes all walking in line
Straightened around I turn the corner
Dodging brothers, them militant brothers blazing about time Looking for a woman to put on the streets
Then it hit me thinking about you darling
You and I passed love affair
Sonic heartedly and blinded by the memories
Of you and I bump into this wonderful woman
This lady who's the matched curves vents and wrapped Around her body like the oceans waves
Her beauty that of a nightingale
What you are
Lord have mercy I pray this woman
I keep at bale
Couldn't match your ways
Right then darling I thought of you over the pain
And the grief right and I remember just where I was just where I am
I remember our last love affair
I remember it as if you were still there
Two people making love
Do you remember
The kissing booth and holding of hands
The melting and collaborating about minds
The taste of sweet honey from your lips
The warm and tender children we had plans two after marriage
Your now
And always be mine
You're an angel
She's an angel my, my, my girl
My world she is my angel
Girl you brought joy to my heart
Security a loving home
And family never no, no, no misery
A private phone
For when you want to be alone
Queen size bed
For you sleeping with all the tapestry and trappings
All this love and affection
Is just to give you protection
The man who will trade you in
Love your friend, came home all the time late
And you're asking him
Where he's been
Well I know it's not my mother
I know it's not my mother
And I know it's not my sister
And I know it's not my sister
She's not his lady no not that his woman
A white streak from the sky
A question to your lover why
If you left her would she cry
She's not a magician nor a clown or miracle worker
She's not some kind of backstabber
He's trying to put you down
Nevertheless I found she's an angel
She's an angel
She's an angel, yeah she's an angel
6/17/70
Written words by James Edward Lee 1970. 2020
Well fancy that
Zoe our cat
Has me wrapped around her wee paws
She thinks she's so smart
This furry young tart
But her assumption has a few flaws
Well first of all
Zoe's very small
But possesses a gargantuan attitude
I'm a superior being
I can even go skiing
But she sure doesn't know about gratitude
If it wasn't for us
Society's upper crust
She'd have to go find food in the wild
Some of that stuff
Can literally disgust
Imagine rodents as a delicacy, how vile
It would do Zoe well
It's not difficult to tell
Who's ensconced at the top of the food chain
It's us civilized folks
That sounds like a joke
Perhaps calling us civilized I'll refrain
© Jack Ellison 2014
Form:
"Aurora Spills"
Aurora spills like a waterfall
light from the eyes
saltwater tears
crocodilian
scaled in the weight of worth
a drop in the ocean of fate
breaks the seaweed fields of stories
they wave her in
rippling time away
fingertips dance mesmerising
the stinging strangers
wrapped around her legs
treading water in deep
infested notions
the coolness of
irreverent nonchalance
romantic or not
pulls her under covers
like warm blankets
heavy comfort
calls the broken
floating towards
the shabby matrix
new gates of life open
mirrors crack like eggs
the vision reflects
both light and dark
demon and saint
their remnants
embers, still
in the coldness
of prickly gloaming
like glow worm glen
fireflies red and glowing
sparks ignite
a rapturous bushfire
from cinders
billy tea leaves overturned
empty cups read
the yolk of a heart
never lies
fried casually
by the over easy
in shallow pans
of poetry
under microscopes
of blithe mordant critique
minute shards of gold
are slowly sifted
from the flotsam dross
some wisdom found
in the muddy fertile mind
shooting up
from 6ft underground
like small green plants
growing under rocks
with centipedes and
the petulant poison of spiders
in pink reflection
insurgence blooms
war never waits
silently the Pandoras smile
understanding all and nothing
of a small life distended,
swelling love
for that which was stolen
where bursting broken blue weeds
undo frozen jewels
diamonds sharp for the cutting
shiny words spells of insanity
delicious moments
melting time swallowed
spoken without voice
listening to ghosts
scratching through walls
where life floods
from glass boxes
coffins of buried treasure
banished
kaleidoscope colours
overgrowing
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
“The Lady in the Lake”/ Elysian Fields
https://youtu.be/IjX8xfZ7sg0
“Out of whose womb came the ice
And the hoary frost of heaven
Who hath gendered it
The waters are hid as with a stone
And the face of the deep is frozen”
LYRICS/ “The Lady in the Lake”, Elysian Fields
https://genius.com/Elysian-fields-lady-in-the-lake-lyrics