Owhere Poems

Sanguinity

Mystique mist Shrouds the penultimate pathway   
to the future fading Away in the obscurity haze.        
At the onyx edge of Night the tunes of sunset swansong sway   
the Gloomy facade of forlorn life, silhouetted still always         
against the sunk somber skyline Upon the stormy sea.    
The Insipid shards of shattered hope afloat as dejected debris          
flow to Nowhere in the dormant stream of the unshed tears.            
The remnant rays of resurgence survive Inside for years,                 
designing The latent lattice of dreams spreading to infinity,     
swathes the listless life in the Yearning sphere of sanguinity.

Misunderstood

M.isconstrued moments, doubts, and fears.
I.solated guilt built out of tears.
S.adly aware of lifes mundane, but unable to comfort your own pain!
U.ncomfortable with your own frame of mind, and what people may find unexplainable and a little different.
N.owhere to run nowhere to hide. there's no one left to confide.
D.rowning in your own thoughts and tears lost all respect for your peers
E.asy to love its easy to cry, but never easy to say goodbye.
R.ealistic rage put away to the side. Tender love and care can now be your guide.
S.trength, faith and wisdom will help the bad times go by.
T.old to be strong even when wronged. I won't let it get the best of me, I know how to move on.
O.verly sensitive from all this pain. Being overly sensitive will make you insane.
O.nwards I go even though I'm broken.  Onwards I go now that Im awoken.

Coming Back Home

Craving to be back where I belong
Only place my heart breaks into song
Memories come flooding through my mind
Imitating days I left behind.
Nowhere in the world I'd rather be
Guess that's why you're always home to me.

Been to many places far and wide
And I've missed your presence by my side.
Catching planes and working till I'm through
Killing time till I get back to you.

Hope it won't be long before we meet
Only you can make my life complete.
Missing you each day that we're apart
Even though you're ever in my heart.


(I had a country-style tune in my head writing this with a pause of 3 extra beats at the end of each line)

27.02.21

Coming Back Home Poetry Contest
Sponsor : John Hamilton

Heights of Everest

F orever dreaming of mountains
E verest towering them all
E ven in daydreams I picture
L ong legged eager strides as I climb
I mpressive trails that are winding
N owhere to go but up and up
G ear in hand steady for the trek

E very step a meditation inspired
V agrant cares parked at ground zero
E nduring dwindling oxygen 
R eality only a breath and courage

S erenity a state I believe of mind
O ften just slightly out of reach

T oday peace is on this mountain
A live and gloriously well
L oud is its chant as it echoes
L onging to soar Everest heights



AP: 2nd place 2021

Submitted on July 17, 2019 for contest ACROSTICALLY I STAND TALL sponsored by JAMES EDWARD LEE SR  -  RANKED 1ST

Rose To Fame Out of Nowhere

R-ose to fame out of nowhere, 
O-n the twenty-seventh of April; 
L-onely days were over, 
E-xcept the thousand thrill.
Z-one of pure delight was filled with a million mirth; 
A-mount of joy was large on the day of your birth.

A-fter the stormy night, 
L-ight had warmed the weather; 
A-nd you became popular, 
O-r rose to fame out of
N-owhere.

Summer Bliss

Only on his veranda does he feel like the king of his castle
No better place to put up his feet and take stock
 
Much gratitude swells when he sits back with contentment
Years of dedication behind him, of planning and hard work
 
Voluptuous dreams both come true and anticipated
Enraptured in reverie that nurtures peace of mind
Recognizing a moment that’s wrapped in perfection
Adventurous conquests in harmony with life’s snags and hurdles
Nowhere more than on his veranda does bliss seem timeless
Daring not to challenge the ephemeral balance of prosperity
Affluence by any other name in a great country of opportunity
 


Published in my 24-page photo/anthology ~A SIMPLE MAN~ 2020

AP: Honorable Mention 2020

Posted on October 31, 2018

God Never Sleeps

L-ord God never sleeps, 
Y-es, He watches from the skies; 
N-o one can ever hide from the Almighty's eyes. 

M-aker never sleeps, 
A-nytime, day or night; 
C-omforting the oppressed, 
A-ssuring their delight. 
T-he Father never sleeps, 
A-iming to punish the cruel people; 
N-owhere to run from Him, 
G-od gives fair justice to all. 
A-llow the fourteenth of June to bring the promise it keeps; 
Y-earning to thank the Lord, for God never sleeps.

Even In the Midst of Sorrow

L-et your life always win
O-ver the deep darkest hour; 
R-emain composed if lost
E-ven in the midst of 
N-owhere.

J-ust let your heart glow, 
O-ctober twenth-sixth day; 
Y-es, allowing your mind to forget the blue and gray.

R-efrain from giving up, 
E-xpect the new tomorrow; 
Y-ou shall stay steadfast
E-ven in the midst of
S-orrow.

Christ Was Born In Bethlehem

C-hrist born in Bethlehem
H-as purchased the one fold; 
R-edeeming the chosen servants, 
I-t's the true faith they hold.
S-avior born in Bethlehem
T-aught the will of the Father; 
I-n twenty-third September, 
A-lmighty's day draws 
N-earer.

B-ehold Christ born in Bethlehem
E-difies the flock of sheep; 
L-ord God has sent Him, 
L-etting them rejoice, not weep.
E-very country on earth is made by the Lord in heaven; 
N-owhere else though but in Israel, Christ was born in Bethlehem.

A Gentle Wind Touches Your Face

K-ind weather stays the same, 
R-aindrops shall never fall; 
I-n the sky the sun shines, 
S-o does the fireball.
T-hirteenth morn in April
I-s truly in good view; 
N-ight cold chill is over, 
E-ven the dusk is through.

E-arly dawn has broken, 
L-eaving the twilight behind; 
V-ision of your entirety
I-s comforting to 
E-veryone's mind.

L-onely evening has gone, 
A-fter the dark passes by; 
P-ure delight and utter joy
E-xplain the smile in every eye.
N-owhere in sight is the haze, for it turns into clear space; 
A-s the mist is slowly drifting, a gentle wind touches your face.

Zestful Sight

V-ile weather has turned
I-nto a warm sunny day; 
L-ightness from the sky
M-akes the haze fade
A-way.

L-et the early morn break
E-ighth day of February; 
G-ood news I have for you, 
A-nother fun I guarantee.
S-weet rhyme of verse
P-romises pure delight; 
I-nspiring lines of phrase vow to leave the cold blue night.

H-appy birthday to you, 
E-ven before the sun is up; 
R-ight on an early dawn, 
N-othing can make me stop.
A-fter the dusk disappears, 
N-owhere to be found is twilight; 
D-ark shadows have faded, 
E-arly view turns into
Z-estful sight.

Where Running Water Abounds

C-an you feel the fresh morn
A-fter the cold night chill? 
T-wenty-eighth dawn of the first month, 
H-appy birthday brings a thrill.
E-arly haze has passed by, 
R-ain and clouds have faded; 
I-nto the shadows of the dark
N-ightfall has just
E-nded.

C-an you see the dewdrop
E-arly in the morning? 
N-owhere in sight is the mist, 
T-wilight drifts into the evening.
E-ndless lines can be written, 
N-o limitation or bounds; 
O-verflowing like a river where running water abounds.

Alien Sex

A probing desire comes over me
L istening to the sounds of the galaxy
I’ m seeing the world as a dream
E nslaved by an unknown dem.on
N owhere to run to, nowhere to hide

S paceship guide to my wildest ride
E scape plans fade away in a gaze
X empowers my will beyond the haze

Loveliness of Buds

L ight of evening arrives on its accord
O pening a mantle for spring’s preview…
V ast the earth toned in rose-white, and though
E ver cold, I roam the garden to admire
L ittle buds waking on dewy mist, while
I llumined stars flame against a pale sky.
N owhere can grandeur find pure beauty when
E ach quiver, each throb of blooms enthralls my 
S pirit, to restore an inner glow that whirls,
S haping their arms, my arms… birth of night’s florets!



For John Hamilton, Loveliness Acrostic Contest
2/16/2016

Where In the World Are You

N ow I’m not one to complain.
O ther people think I’m insane,
W hen I tell them where I’m from.
H earing their laughter thumps like a drum.
E ach and every man jack or two,
R eally hates thinking my origins are true.
E arly on, I’ve rejected this questions’ repetitive drone,

M ore than once I’ve pinpointed my geographical zone.
A nswering the question, hope you’ll understand,
“N owhere man, from nowhere land!”

For the “where in the world are you?” contest,
With “a little help from my friends.”

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