I wish I could give myself completely
surrender to the arms of the unknown...
Bask in the sea of meditation and
find the serenity I have been seeking
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
How wakes the Dream
When the dawn breaks?
The distant crow,
The vestige o’ertakes;
Fields of green and fertile row—
The sounds of the city o’erthro’
The Dream flitters toward the window
Dissolving in sparkles of light,
Round the curtain’s glow.
What the day portends, we should not know,
We make brave ourselves and off we go.
To fight the fight, to sleep another night,
And dream a Dream of soft glowing sunlight,
The field we tend of our own will, and might
And the quaint little home and puffing chimney white.
Be still Dream and let me hold thee,
And behold a life that was meant for me,
For when I wake thou shalt flutter away
Midst the noises of another moiling day.
i listen to your voice
but you're not here
and may as well be
lightyears out in space
tonight the moon
feels much more present
as its allure sways me
to a most bewitching beat
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Sometimes, life just fractures into pieces
Too many to put back together
Time is consumed with a lot of work
Often falling into circles going no where
Striving so hard for solutions and peace
As turmoil wrenches the heart and mind
It is easy to fall and hard to get up
It's not easy to see the beauty once there
As problems and the healing are priority
It's as if a veil is between conflict and peace
You can only do so much, when others don't
So many things take waiting for to happen
While time speeds and you feel stuck
What was once inner strength, feels weaker
You yearn to feel light as leaves fluttering in breeze
You try to slow down with the sound of wind chimes
You wonder, if anything that's done is ever enough?
You even wonder if you've lost yourself?
Memories return of joyful days and pleasant places
It all seems so long ago, so very far away!
You wonder why it's so hard to reach now?
How can it all be so far out of reach?
Walking on fractured pieces of life each day,
That feel like footsteps cutting your feet
And you wonder if things stay out of reach,
- Will they ever be the same - ?
Heidi Sand
5/31/23
We were like the tide
drifting away with our
shallow streams
of dreams .
Never really knowing
which way the wind
was blowing .
But as the days
dimmed to dawn
we wake up the
next morning
and they’re gone .
Leaving us alone
with one thing to do
move on .
I wish I could connect
reach in and make contact
with that restlessness of yours
You won’t or can’t explain
your secrets under layers of concrete
repressed so deep and long ago
I see it in your eyes
and hear it in your voice
you’re damaged goods
A life of flying low under the radar
dodging challenges and dares
without expanding your horizons
Never exploring your potential
never going for your dreams
never reaching for the stars
Your life disheveled and unraveled
will have been a lie a muddled truth
been unlived untapped unreal
They broke you they wore you down
‘til you ended on the streets a drifter
AP: 2nd place 2022, Honorable Mention 2022
it's out of my reach
it slipped through my fingers
it's on the tip of my tongue
it's buried under my thoughts
just out of sight
was it purpose, light?
I can't remember
maybe if i lay in bed
through another afternoon
it'll find its way back
Going out on trips
Everyone enjoys them
Enjoying a snack and coffee
All family get togethers
Bride and groom wedding blues
Eating out we all enjoy to do
All shopping malls closed up
No book store opened anywhere
No road trips airports closed
Nor the beaches or camping
The schools are all closed
Only computer learning
People are out of work
No money coming in
Makes it hard to make
ends meet
I can go on and on
It is the virus fault
These things are out of reach
No one knows for how long
Over the horizon
a harp is playing
Its call recurring,
its tone Divine
Beyond the swell,
a calm is waiting
Its breeze untethered
—to flow sublime
(Book Of Prayers: November, 2020)
Teach That Beach Is Out of Reach
there are things we teach
had been having fun at beach
now is out of reach
Jim Horn
All beaches have been
quarantined and no
surfing any more.
Something out of Reach
I tried to grab it, I lost my grip
It fell out of my future out if my hand
Let's see where should i began
I ran but then I fell
Landed in a wishing well
Threw a coin in
Made a wish
Open my eyes
And just stared
I was out of reach to someone who cared
I was spared, spared my feelings
My wounds, still needed healing
From the past
Reaching for something, that would last
I reached for determination
I reached for dreams
I reached for goals
I reached for everything in my control
And something believe me
It was time to go, time to reflect
It was time to find respect
That was given to me as a person
I was reaching
For a discussion, a conversation I was trying to speak
When somethings became out of reach
Written by: Concetta Hardnett
3/26/2020
Today is a nice day. This is just a recent expression of difficult times.
Love is out of reach
Lost in this distant place
Now just trying to teach,
Lessons to myself, I face
Time has changed my life
I cannot see the scene
Through so much murky strife
The path, I cannot glean
Storms tease in the sky
Circling all around
Thunderbolts are nearby
Light shines, then isn't found
I'm tired of questions now
Elusive answers day by day
Wanting to turn the clock somehow
Changing time to find my way
Let there be a lightening strike
With certanty of insight
Because I would really like,
Some understanding to shine bright
Reach me, lift me, erase this doubt
Enlighten me with something new
I don't know what this is about
As many days, seem to be so few
Heidi Sands
6/29/19
Dreams seem important, but rarely make sense,
it's like peering through a peephole in a fence.
The slivers of truth I'm allowed to see,
when awake they become mysteries to me.
Reflections of reflections are not real,
they're just voids you can never fill.
Memories mere pictures to adore,
like being lost at sea without a shore.
The intangible always out of reach,
this dimension only in death will you breach.
I wonder then what is life lived for,
to be born, then to die and nothing more?
1/14/19
Clouds condemn the sky line
fear has taken root
Im drowning in the vineyards
but can't see thru the soot
these grounds have become uneven
there doesn't seem to be anyone around
come harbour these rains before me
before they wash me six feet down
I beg for your sun to save me
as you tiptoe upon your beach
if I hold my hand out here for you
would it still be out of reach
OUT OF REACH
grabbed my grandson from my arms
holding him way up high
like the lion king
as his father’s eyes waxed like a dazed moon
a stranger lifting his son
out of his reach
blest by this beguiling guest
the trainer of my wrestling son
dressed in colorful African garb
many would clamor to meet
up with Arturo, a treat
— the blessing of my grandson
my eyes misty with this mythical greeting
honored by this great man
who’d traveled with my only son
helping him to achieve a level of sport
out of reach, a stepping stone —
one that would make him known
5/17/2018
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