tiny pink pearls on a toddler girl's lacy socks
opalescent pearls on a ten-year-old’s sweater
her first string of pearls given to her by her daddy at age twelve
pearls on her wedding gown against shiny hopeful white satin
may concedes to june
when spring rebirth is complete
the time to mature -
grassy hills turn verdant green
blossoms explode with color
july soon refines
june's promise of fulfillment
expanding its gifts -
fuller and vibrant glory
paints the mature summertime
late august moves in
heading towards surrender
come autumn's flurry -
fading greens and colors hush
on their way to winter sleep
city
finds busy
wheels rotate on roads.
deals stir like ripples in minds.
since centuries, life rolls on with progression.
light begins to fade
leaves turn red, yellow, and gold
autumn hibernates
PROGRESSION
inward
asymmetry
&
decorum
unabridged
limitless
disposition
of character
notwithstanding
the
haphazard
uneasy
communications
observed
descriptive
focus
an imperative
sense
of place
vital
stable
&
preserved
in
ordered
composition
beginnings
of
language
chants
&
stress
in
expressive
pattern
stunningly
simple
&
natural
sounds
image
thought
conceptual
parodies
consciously
evoked
The space in-between
Two worlds
When we transition
From dreamland
To harsh reality
That moment
When you are
Neither here
Nor there
Traversing
The barrier
Crossing
The line
Stepping in
Stepping out
Over the threshold
Negotiating the border
The ready, steady
Before the go
The rising red curtain
Before the show
Liminal lostness
The uncomfortable
Homeless
Non-place
The wilderness of un-belonging
The chrysalis of transformation
The journey has begun
Simultaneously ending
Over we go..
Through we push
Pay the ferryman
See you on the other side
Mind the Gap
Pain is often the fountain of direction in our lives
We will experience rejection in this life
But it is the pathway to the direction we often need!
The hunger for progression must meet rejection!
In the depths of our understanding
We know that there is more because we want more!
The cure for passivity will be something that shakes us
And this will make us move in another direction
Rejection is therefore a way forward
It is a way to start something new!
Many will face rejection in many departments of life
However, in order to see the light of life
The coldest situation is often placed upon you
But remember, not rejection but direction!
Sometimes we are asked to enter a destiny through rejection
If we really want more of ourselves and our purpose in life
Then, we must walk through the process of rejection
Because in the end, we will measure our love through the darkness!
Mark Frank
Copyright 2023
Is full of concealment,
form, and void. A
plane of darkness
where immortals
descended from grace,
as their flames lay
buried under their temples
and forgotten by.
Intertwining within the
heart of matter lies
the key to hidden wisdom
hidden in darkness,
opaqued by the initiates.
Man's own unreality makes
him subject to the illusions,
as if he is a prey
of his own web.
He relies deeply upon
his faculties and go
against his own will as
he repositions his
chronological orders by
impeding upon the inevitability
as he becomes the cause
of his own effect.
Once the man soul
has ripened with knowledge
and wisdom, he is then
pluck like an apple,
ready to be harvested, then
assembling back to
the lake of fire,
from which he cometh.
"Start as you mean to go on" they say
An impossible task to fulfil
If we start and continue along the same vein
We never will blossom and grow.
Evolving, reaction and organic growth
Allow us to finish our task
And start with the path in pursuing the goal
By applying an oxygen mask
Personal willing adapting to change
Steeling ourselves to the cause
Taking the time to catch your breath
A worth while and valuable pause
Resilient, adaptable, seeking results
Fine qualities in your pursuit
Yet don't start and continue along the same line
Instead relish the shake-ups en route
“their freedom of width, yet not of height
Descends, through the transpiring fright
Which enraptured them, in a cage of night
, never once, I would abide
Preachings on the repugnant walls
That seems to repulse the oppugnant scales
That never pleased the reluctant deals
Our seats of blank, yet never brown
Generalize the glistening rounds
Defining their conditioning bounds
While they plead their case while it is already found
Why? Have I not been Forthright?
Or the inhumane seem to be sincere with their smites?
their aggression seems to have been deluded with oppression
Always retelling their feeble progression
Yet, their misconceptions dominates their suppression
As they limit out my gushing faith
It remarks a cackling date
Which is what they used, to cover their inefficient wait”
fine lines between respect and bull$hit
i love the way respect reflects off of the concepts of our personal replies
i learn new things everyday from simply being respectful
loneliness teaches me lessons of the right ways to lessen
thank God i am still growing by simply now knowing
that unbeknownst education has led me to the doorstep of your friendship
i will continue to enjoy getting to know you in the right lanes
fine lines between the suspect and the pulpit
gone back to nature
plants overtaking the streets
nothing to wager
no fannies in too small seats
no more televised repeats
nothing new to learn
knowledge without a future
only time to burn
always idle computers
no new wounds needing sutures
airplanes are all still
no one's borders being crossed
no steaks on the grill
no more items to defrost
nothing's gained when all things lost
meters keep running
no demand for solutions
nothing is cunning
no bulbs creating lumens
Planet Earth void of humans
Undulating tide
Tumultuous progression
Serenity’s gaze
Premier Stalin was a gangster
an armed robber who
'became' a Marxist
'progressive'
Murdered 120 million
of his fellow Soviets
Seems to me his 'career'
was regressive
_____________________
Thanks to Sand Blown for
the changes made to this
poem on August 22, 2020
Your question, well-taken,
S.B.! Appreciated! ~gw
In early spring some days are cold,
for winter’s loath to break its hold,
still sending winds that bite and sting.
Some days are cold in early spring.
Late April’s here. The earth’s alive.
Green grass, full trees, and flowers thrive.
Sunshine and birds’ songs bring us cheer.
The earth’s alive. Late April’s here.
Comes June’s debut with longer days
and rising heat. To summer’s ways
we soon must bid sweet spring adieu.
With longer days, comes June’s debut.
July 11, 2020
entered in the Strand Brand New Poem Contest, 8 Placed 1st
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