PREFACE
This primary purpose, the actof creativity, which is more important than whether it is considered 'valuable ' or is subjectively 'good' in someone else's eyes.
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Categories:
preface, education, poetry,
Form: Didactic
I have emptied my heart into these pages
My pen has bled words in red
You can look straight into me
I have painted me as I am
Honest and truthful
I don’t want to be a sham
Here have I laid bare my life
Fraught with aches, dotted with smiles
My longings and my heart aches
My expectations, my disappointments
My triumphs, my defeats
My search through every nook n’ cranny for success
My plunge into the nadir of despair on defeat
My moments of escalating joy
My dark hours of crippling distress
Everything I wanted to be
Everything I failed to be
Loaded with imagination,
Some are purely fictional, I admit.
Yet how a poet unveils himself/herself
Through the tone and timbre of one's verse
Please have a peek into it
Read the candid chronicle of my life
And tell me if my soul is black or white
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November. 6. 2022
A Freed Verse Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Brian Strand
Categories:
preface, character, feelings, identity, image,
Form: Free verse
They told me time would change me, that nightmarish figures would disappear.
So I watched them with contempt awaiting the day my mind would clear.
I taunted and I pressed them, prompted by a looming lust of doubt
That they would spare my heart, though I deserved no sun, no home or route.
Categories:
preface, allusion, irony,
Form: Couplet
Deep blue turbulent waves roll across the bay
Cold wind forms white caps on this sunny day
Moving all across the water’s surface
As if all of this, is just a shining preface
Remnants of fall last in brown leaves flying around
What is coming with winter is yet to be found
But, I found you in my spirit and mind
Shining beyond anything that I may find
Within a million flakes of sparkling snow
My heart is warmed by what it is you know
All the cold wind cannot blow away
The love in my heart that is here to stay
Heidi Sands
11/29/19
Categories:
preface, heart, love, seasons,
Form: Rhyme
Those men who come in crowds
and move multitudes uncountable
begin on high grounds with joy
then there comes slippery preface
Gross praise, flattery, faked joy
painting foolishness on the lovers
chanting hymns of duped adoration
begetting species of blind men
And the preface of the slide rages
laughing without happiness within
creating success without success
preaching loyalty with iron fist
When the slide comes unpredicted
goats begin to know they are goats
sheep believe demise is on holiday
but all feet slide without control
Then why build slippery grounds?
there is one thing mysterious with man
one fool elevated makes others fools
foolishly they sweetly ape the master
Down the cliff many slide and thud
scared some grab broken rock pieces
fanatics stick on the grand fool’s back
as their fall earthquake around globe
Categories:
preface, leadership, metaphor,
Form: Elegiac Lyric
Between life and death
a photo finish race
will decide the relationship.
There was intoxication
at heights. Your throat had
become hoarsed, sliced
after a scream. Matchsticks
were thrust in the
gnawed mound of kneaded
flour. The kitchen
was going to explode.
Barehands you were
picking the black beans;
parting me lip by lip
caressing me thumb by thumb.
Satish Verma
Categories:
preface, art,
Form: ABC
PREFACE TO A JAMAICA FAREWELL
When I’m gone
remember me in tamarind season
reflecting the bitter
sweet of life we shared
Raise eyes
to the ambers
and blues of Caribbean skies
Listen to the thunder
and hear my soul
soaring
In the searching winds of time
look for me in the ebb and flow
of the tides:
Frothing the shores
with salted memories.
Categories:
preface, analogy, beach, beauty, emotions,
Form: Prose Poetry
“It is a never ending nightmare that I cannot wake up from. I keep trying to run away, but it
seems the pain is always one step ahead.”
As I open my eyes I can see the blurry vision of my desk and the cup I left on it
last night. I can hear the rain hit against the window and see the curtain move in the wind.
My vision starts to become clear and I can see the clock ticking, which brings me back to
reality. Realizing it was all a dream because Hayden is not here; I wipe away the tears and
get out of bed to close the window.
Categories:
preface,
Form: I do not know?
You would think it enough
How this body wears its time
Like a fading memory
Of cycles
In the prison of the sun
Prisms, prisons, pyramids
They are all the same
Priests of muted things
In the ritual of identity
Of this sense of I
Isolated from the world
Seeking a mortality
For matter
Yet even after death
I am there
In the winds breath
Making leaves drunk with green
I am there
In the root of history
Primal and obscene
Why do I tell you
The prism of ignorance
Makes Babel of everything
Again and again
We follow the trail of the moon
Along the bed of rivers
Whose water I carry
In veins dissolving stone
And after each dissolution
There is enough mud
For the aesthetics of pots
Pots!
Is this all the meaning left
In broken shards of stars?
I yawn for oil or wine ...
Matters only
As paradigms for blood or semen
Something to seed
Our conscious regimen
Categories:
preface, history, philosophy
Form: Blank verse
Perhaps my thoughts could be safe
In a book of poems, an opening preface
Perhaps I could give the reader a taste
Of a book of poems, or an opening preface
These poems are created to capture images of life
Take these critiques to the front of the scrimmages with your wife
These poems are written to challenge the reader
To become more than just a reader
Given the chance to actually relate to the situations
And become a leader
Feed them life through a birdfeeder
The needy becomes the seeder
It remains a book for the depressed
And even those who are living the goodlife
Yet still find themselves buried in stress
In conclusion
I provide nothing more than a dreary illusion
These poems are mainly an insight to a better life
Be understanding whether you're wrong or right
They are composed to attack negative events
And spark a change
Give we sinners a raft
Even if Noah's ark isn't in our range
Categories:
preface, life, poems,
Form: Free verse