I imagined being a snowflake,
different than all the others
So small, but no more important than anyone
Falling, falling, slowly in the air
with a relief in knowing there's no reason to compare
I have my own beauty, no more special than another
Just equal, with all the other beautiful snowflakes,
coming from the sky above
Together, we land in the comfort of blanketing the ground
Together, we present a stunning winter landscape
Sparkling in the sun brighter than anything to be seen
We are the warmth of light on a cold day
Together we are different but the same, we are one
Heidi Sands
9/14/26
(C)opyright
Afraid
Afraid of the cameras
Of the mirrors
And the voice in my head
Fat
Ugly
Not able to fit in
The mould
Into the slim fit clothes
Loud
Annoying
Confidence - a mask I wear
Over the self doubt and insecurities
Unlovable
Unworthy
Of your love
Which is a lie out of your mouth
I feel like you’re looking for a way out
Out of my life
Embarrassing
Unwanted
Unwanted in conversation
Because of how I ruin it
Self centred
Selfish
A protection against the truth
Present a strong front
And they can’t get behind your walls
Into your doubt
Childish
Immature
Jokes that aren’t funny
Can’t be trusted
Just a bit too much
If only I felt worthy
Worthy of love
Of friends
Worthy enough to be myself
To feel confident
If only I could quiet
The voice in my head
At sea where the shadows breathe,
Old ships lie, lost beneath the sea,
Corvette Donna Freja on the patrol,
Sailing waters, old stories unfold.
An island looms, radar watch keen,
But danger whispers cuts the serene.
A Seabase ship breaks the silent night,
There in the cove, no chance to fight.
Ghosts of the Triangle call out in despair,
Waves of the past rise up in the air.
Fight or flee, under moon light,
Will the Freja engage the fight?
A cruiser’s shadow, sharp and swift,
Guns pointing fierce, the air is a rift.
Captain’s blood hot as a flame,
Decide in seconds, the cruelest game.
The Commodore, monitors the chase,
Information’s life, a dangerous space.
Fins in the dark, chasing their prey,
Past and present, a to price to pay.
Caught in fate and courage worn thin,
Echoes of battles, places they’ve been.
Water graves whisper, every tide’s song,
History's grips, the Freja must be strong.
Through the Triangle's they’ll sail once more,
A Corvette fleeing, but her spirit will roar.
In the depth of night, courage runs deep,
She’ll return to fight, where the enemy creeps.
In the dead of night.
The moment is all that exists.
Years are gone,the future resists.
In this present,life unfolds.
A story in time,bravely unfolds.
The worries of yesterday fade,
Tomorrow's fears, a distant parade.
In the now,find peace and light,
Embrace the present,day and night.
For in this moment,life is found,
On rock-hard ground,firmly bound
The present,a donation,freely given,
In this present,true living is striven.
Looking for Heroes.
This small country with a glorious past is so skeptical
of the present, a longing for what once was and
will never come back; a country whose songs echo
gentleness and sweet melancholia.
A famous sports star from the not-too-distant past died and
The country fell into a collective mourning that
seemed to go deeper than the legend´s passing, but
a profound unhappiness about the future itself.
This austerity imposed from the outside is like a chain
a vortex of misery swirling around, making the land
grey as the politicians who rule them. A country needs
It's sporting heroes, alas, the modern ones go and play
abroad, better pay, ok, but not the same, the legend
who died while playing for his country.
Somewhere
Somewhere it looks stately
All the respect and wanting
Took a toil
Stop using me like soil
I woke to a rip
Saw your fail and slip
Instead of doing what should
Or if you could
Doing what you could
Your joke of trying to fool me
Present a foul on you
Now lady what you going to do
Opened my eyes
No more lies
I seen it all before
Get out of that door
Off the sharp edge of the world, am I stepping?
Do mirrors start whispering as shadows prepare to sing?
The way it looks through me, its soul swallowing
Where do I flee from here to delay from disappearing?
Pull me out, that I might find my reckoning
My feet grow weary of all this merciless sleepwalking
Deafening, I hear my heart softly breaking
Wandering through this maze; pining thoughts, forever aching
Pains past now present, a conclusions threading
Through every year, no cords cutting; my dreams were fruitless and fading
Am I found incorporeal, shy of dissipating?
The weight of sorrow is fully capable of suffocating
Falling out of love is hanging me by strands unyielding
Yet, in the blind, I continue seeking out light still glimmering
Searching for a flawless dawn; where my heart finds its healing
In this broken cardiac state, I find my reflection staring
a solitary willow weeps
a babbling brook nearby
deer and fawn present a peaceful scene
the sun begins to glisten
on the dewy grass
field mice run through the meadow
rabbits play hide and seek
bluebirds perched above
on a white pine branch
sudden gunshot echoes
everyone scatters
first day of hunting season
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Sunrise majestic, vivid bursts of magenta
and pink streaks of sunset present a dilemma
as to which of the two inspires me more
the promise of daybreak or moonlit night’s shore
Yet I can’t sit here and plumb the depths of this question
lest sun’s promise fade ~
and clouds mar the night in rapid succession
Man to man
If you are a homosexual
You need to change—
I present a 'contextual' analysis
Based on a pretext and a post-text!
Your emotion is based on something
God 'your Source did not design'
Therefore. sign a 'new' beginning in your life
Be honest with God the Father and
Jesus can impact your life so that you
Can understand your purpose in life
Homosexuality is a perversion of the truth!
Do not remain perplexed or
You will be vexed with ‘deceit’
I might not understand your 'perspective'
But understand God's 'objective' when
He sent His Son to die for you and me!
Man to man
You need to change!
Homosexuality is wrong
My Government’s (Heavenly) position is clear.
Mark Frank
Copyright 2024
Natural
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Visual
Amongst fineries, placed
his book being displayed,
and yonder aloft walls,
enlarged excerpt involves
eyes to indulge, a glimpse
of expectant imprints
that present a mystique
that fulfills statistic
7-and as street talkers advise
5-buyers aware had
7-they made a good investment
5-of a book, their best
interest is self-well
served, only time will tell.
I'm oblivious to the chatter
cascading from
unknown streams
Soon enough themes evaporate
like steam
& are gone with the
wind like hot air from tea pots
Misguided missiles aimed harm
those within earshot
but I hear not nor care to listen
to rumors of war
I lean more toward better things
choosing to be swayed
by them
instead of misinterpreting the
misgivings & chirping
of angry birds
I'm in a place bordering on the
absurd so forgive me
if I'm flying too high
for them to be heard
I won't speak on things I see from
the sky as offering
a reply would imply that
I care
I only supply paper with ink & words
of a meaningful
nature
without being shy about
what I share
No, I'm not talking to you or
anyone else reading looking
for drama
This outpouring came from a
well on the back
of a llama
in the dryest of deserts
I'm not thirsty for nor do I seek
the attention of
those that present a mirage
This is just a spill of the subconscious
not an arid facade
The cuckoo heralds their arrival
The scent of Petrichor confirms it
Falling into the tough shells of oysters,
Turn into elegant pearls
Falling on the hard coats of seeds in fields
Allow them to send tiny sprigs out
Falling through the ceilings of caves
Form hanging icicles
Falling from hills and rocks
Metamorphose into spectacular cascades
Falling on the ground and seep into it
Evolve an invisible sub-terrestrial water body
Falling on stones and pavements
Present a concert with rhythmic splashes
Falling on the flushed cheeks of the child
Tickle and makes it wriggle.
Place: 2nd
Such an array of complex verse,
orchestrated by a few crazy poets;
Catastrophe of emotions
instigate more than a few masterpieces;
Engage to inspire that’s the goal,
tighten a skill release a breath of words;
Yank along a heartbeat and write,
over and over again;
Feathers and ink join in a light
succumbing to a prompt or a soft purr;
Eloquently they swirl it all together,
catastrophe of emotions;
Rare phrases revitalized
each with a brand new twist,
tantalizing other poets to
learn what this group is all about;
You present a poem to earn a spot,
perhaps twenty lines, perhaps not;
Unequivocally your work,
unequivocally your soul;
Unconventional ways to think
result in classically avant garde;
Rambunctious just like kittens,
feisty when excited about something;
Encouraging the group to stretch
constantly from their norm;
Together a poetic tour de force;
Pulling a group into a round robin,
out of nowhere they find a home;
Everyone welcome just bring a pen,
take a try at a masterclass;
Society of secretly puuurrfect poets.
Lies are a bill you pay later
And they might make you a traitor
Cut your nose to spite your face
But you have surely lost this race
In your hands you held a life
That you chose to give nothing but strife
So now you want to play messiah
But in reality you're just a pariah
Look at all of those who walked away
A social circle dwindled to nothing today
And you keep running but keep falling
From the bevy of sins we find appalling
You put up walls, dilapidated walls
Destined and damned to fall
If you present a D to evil it becomes the devil
And now for you that's just a lost level
Because you fail to measure up to your grade
And now from all sides you face the shade
And now you see lies are a bill you pay later
But it still hurts my heart to call you a traitor
Lies rely on more lies to get by to get high
To fly and soar and sigh and ask why
You wasted your chance to be a messiah
And now you're just a pathetic pariah
Who peddled falsities like a liar
Now you face the flames and fire
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