There are days we live only for others
and happy to share in ours,
words of devotion
even scars.
Though I never presumed to know
or even understand..
only pretend.
But this time's not the same
this unshakable thing,
like a pain,
is not pretending.
A feeling that wakes you from a deep sleep
real, whatever that is..
transcending all moments that came before
you.
Although still hear
so clear, another voice,
one that claims to be sane
'I didn't want this'.
Damn all this weakness.
The other says 'show me..,
do not tell me in a whisper'.
Like a drumbeat in the desert wind..
love is hard of hearing.
Seek refuge in God, broken, for he'll repair
Repeatedly struggling to break free
With no smile from lady luck
Surrender to hope,
Prevailing
Faith;
Unfailing!
You learn to cope
Like flower stuck in the muck,
Growing into a towering tree.
Seek refuge in God, broken, for he'll repair.
Writing Challenge - Andaree Form - Poetry Contest
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Syllables checked at HMS
Date written: 01/22/2023
The thief of joy it takes my soul
without light in this deep woe
I search and wonder for me to fill
something inside deep and still
It will not move it will not go
the pain inside is all I know
But through the dark a voice appears
strong and loud to my ears
He overcomes pain and sorrow
and brings forth a new tomorrow
My God my Savior, my Lord and One
Father, Spirit, and Holy Son
He sets me free for dreams anew
and fills the deep with something true
Lifts me up when all seems lost
and gives to me without a cost
My God, my Lord is here to stay
With perfect wonder and perfect way
From You oh God always love
Deep inside I look above
Forever now, forever be
My God my Savior within me
Professor Petal, one of Patrick’s prolific pals,
Professed he had a Pollyanna Predisposition
Properly pronouncing pronouns without perky p’s.
A pithy proclivity, providing pollution to Professor Petal’s pronunciations.
Prissy Professor Patty from Prestigious Prussian Planet Philisophi-university,
Precariously prickled, privately at Professor Petal’s Pronoun-predicament.
Prissy Patty promptly planned a plane trip to Professor Petal’s Pre-existing pub.
Where placidly placed, Professor Petal, prevailed as President of Porous Pool Table Pro.
Privacy prevailed, as Professor Patty, presently at Pub, perceived Professor Petal.
Prissy Patty, partook of Paradise Pop-In-Pink Parboils, as she patty-caked in the pub.
Prissy Patty was soon pretty Patty, and Petal took her home, a primed and perfect professor.
Plenty of preemptive laughs prevailed, as they both wondered what pronoun begins with a P anyway?
No healthy humane man
of mature integrity
is a disenchanted island.
No individual is entirely orphaned.
Even an island has an associated understory,
below water's surfing surface
lie deeply rooted
anciently fertile connections.
And above water's surface
birds migrate outdoor voices
and digestive tracts
and trends
visit,
co-invest regenerativity
of ocean tides
and wind storms.
Those who celebrate only their autonomous island-ness,
are those who do not actively include
how we already live as multicultural peninsulas
leading back to mainland ancient healthy multicultures
and leading forward
to where we can once again
applaud diversely landscaped roots
fertile soil and soul migrations
visitors of nutritiously remembering curiosity
co-invested leaders in courageous fertile multi-solidarity
on this one planet island
Earth revolving within an interdependent sanctuary orbit
of synergetic understory,
Milky Way of warm wet soiled and souled
enchanting
surfing maternal womb memories
of ocean tides
as wind storms.
if they say cheaters never prevail
then why do non cheaters fail
they tap they're pen and walk without pacing
they take you're dream and walk without chasing
they follow the leader and stop on the hundred meter
they get good grades
they get behind you in the shade
but yet you're left forgotten to rotten and fade
but you're always caught cheating
and the blame keeps repeating
and so you think to yourself
why did I have to cheat like everyone else
Waiting for a true friend anyone it can be
Warmth of morning's first cup of tea in me
And a smile that will brighten your day sure
Or I can be your contact lenses for eye's cure
All these things I offer, now bring your friendship key
True friends are hard to find_needed trait being kind
A listening ear_joy, sorrow share if so inclined
New friends are great but keep the old
New friends are silver; old are gold
True friendships are like a gentle prevailing wind
Part one: Kashinath Karmakar
Part two: Sara Kendrick
Contest:"Grab A Mate And Collaborate"
Sponosor:Tracie Edwards
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Waiting for a true friend anyone it can be
warmth of morning's first cup of tea in me
and a smile that will brighten your day sure
or I can be your contact lenses for eyes' cure
all these things I offer,now bring your friendship key
True friends are hard to find_needed trait being kind
A listening ear_joy, sorrow share if so inclined
New friends are great but keep the old
New friends are silver; old are the gold
true friendships are like a gentle prevailing wind
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PART 1: kashinath karmakar
PART 2: Sara Kendrick
Contest: Grab a Mate and Collaborate
Sponsor: Tracie Edwards
Offering respite
for all skeptical thinkers,
godlessness prevails.
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