The moon above Ukraine might as well be a wreath, newlyweds’ crown—fall-blossom blooming, briding-and-grooming, fresh future looming, blushing bed-rooming…
The wreath above Ukraine might as well be the sun, solar-flaring, disturbing—connections, reflections, affections, rejections, communications…
The sun above Ukraine might as well be a Russian god’s powerless lightning—brightening, frightening, leftning-and-rightning, enlightening…
The lightning above Ukraine might as well be a bomb or a rocket—wandering, blundering, plundering, sundering, thundering…
The opening poem of the day is presented.
While some individuals aspire to wealth, others find fulfillment in different dreams. Personally, I feel I’ve paused my dreaming.
As a member of Generation X, I embrace a unique and modern perspective.
I recall a moment from my sixteenth year when I stood on that cliff, gazing over the gully. It inspired me to reflect on my life, viewing challenges, rejections, and feelings of inadequacy about my professional potential as steppingstones to growth.
I dedicated 28 years to a job that tested my spirit, sacrificing my own mental health so my daughters could pursue their dreams. In doing so, I empowered them to chase their aspirations, passing the torch of my dreams to them.
I stand at a pivotal moment in my life, reflecting on my journey.
Have I made the right choice?
Am I truly satisfied with my decisions?
I envision breaking through barriers that seek to quiet my voice.
To silence one voice is to shut down a conversation.
My final lines… finding growth after changing course.
A query is a letter
And could be a starting step
To discover if an agent
Might become your writing rep.
It’s a process, I am learning,
Which takes hours of your time,
Often never making progress
Up the mountain you must climb.
The advice that I have gotten
Said, “Be patient and expect
Many, many more rejections
Than attempts that might connect.”
That makes sense, so I won’t wallow
In predictable defeat,
But my query theory lets me dream,
And fantasy is sweet.
When I stop staring at you in wonder,
you can be sure I am done…
Till then
Even if there is constant change of scenery,
Or on a day of cruel mockery,
Through the thickest of cloudy days,
Past the flurry of turbulent bays,
Inspite of the very many rejections,
Amongst the disheartening aberrations,
I will plough through,
On and on.
Because
Every smile is kindness
A stinging tear, care…
Every hug a bonus
The eyes, a soul stare…
Every day is newness
For hope is never rare.
So,
When I stop staring at you in wonder,
you can be sure I am done…
Mountains were made for poets --
for dramtic scales and harrowing descents. For
lofty subjects and deeper, fumarole vents -- many
are volcanic you know. Some active,
others sleeping, as those creative dry-spells~
no word-glows with the ashes. When carefully
placing my dots and dashes, counting often unruly
syllables, contemplating scriptor's tempting easy-rhymes,
word-candy, for poetic sound-effects, reminded I am of canned
laughter, not needed when Saturday Night
Live was yet funny. Had real entertainment substance.
My first book of mountains admittedly needed
more height, did not adhere to principals of careful oversight.
Honesty with self, and stacks of rejections have been
my maturing lifts and refining propellers. Don't give up. Lots
of knowlegeable-beans and more spicy life-seasoning has helped fuel my
linguistic evacuation. As Poe may have also been implying
when he said, what we "see and seem", do not necessarily equate
to a publisher's eclectic ream. What do they know anyway?:)
Diary written within the mind of experiences
Instances with boundaries
The fears within
The Black Man being the Center Man
Spotlight and focus
Acceptances and rejections
Battling the world as if in the military
Times of tears
Being the Black Man meant
Is the world ready to handle to connect
Introspective
Knowing the Black Man will always be a Black Man
Prepared in all circumstances and situations
Compromise but will never surrender
The Black Man Principle
Complexity and Official
Black Man feelings
Unassured and lack confident
A world that doesn’t understand, but label the Blackman’s role
Assertive when needing to be
Black and Brown color trait
Racism high society
The Diary
Black Man
Survival
Commitment and Responsibility
Black Men are taking their place.
I see possibility in a life in which I am happy.
I endured four heartbreaking rejections for showing reflections.
I perhaps found the fifth man in this long karmic sequence.
The Departing of The Heart
Salutations for the sound of mind and poverty of heart
Reparations that don’t come through in time to rectify the start
Commiserations for the ones who find it hardest to eventually part
Palpitations of another heart that cannot perceive the concept that it must depart
Military consequences that send the young men out to war
Conciliatory influences of the leaders who target hiring of the poor
Crematory inferences necessary as they knock on heavens door
An Adversary without recompense that helps me get up off the floor
Kindness for the people that are on daily parade
Blindness from the steeple as we play Holy charades
They Find less sympathy for the feeble as they huddle close and afraid
Passing through the eye of a needle as the ferryman gets paid
Interjections from the galley as the defendant begins to cry
Objections in a midnight alley as the amendment causes him to deny
Rejections of the black sheep in a family as without her flock she’ll surely die
Comprehensions of the urgency that communicate in sighs
The End by Elizabeth Moroz
a fear of commitment
or fear of marriage
exuberant, swinging
and downright unapoligetic
he calls music
the woman he always
In every genre she still wishes
to be pleased
even we you disagree
even when she refuses to inspire
even when others don't hear
what your hearing
a little adive
they right people
to tool that htaang
getting it where
you know it should be
when my mind refuses to
be kind to me
and I don't know my way
it's right and real to me
to find the right things to say
put my name on this one
I'd stand pround to brag on this
that's sweet in the right places
and tart enough to kiss
that's how it should be
we gonna do it how it is
not scared of the rejections
that won't make me mad
Listen to the music
switch up a swing
let the musician be musicians
and let the singers sing
Bésame Mucho
inspirational Gooiness
and
the makings of
Automatic Inflatible LifeJackets
Songs taken Serious
The real purpose of the visa tourism
Is the humiliation of the guests
Its “us and them” post tribal atavism
The applicants are treated like suspects
The so called survey list interrogates
Some questions that can't be rationalized
To play a reason to pass through the border gates
Despite prejudice that you are crimnalized
The papers you submit might look suspicious
They may refuse you with “I am not satisfied”
Refunds are not provided, you’re fictitious
And anyway, a fool that tried to lie
It turns to be a huge list of rejections
It gives an argument to blow the world away
But I won’t press that button, waiting for objections
If more objections they would like to say.
Why can't you see......
That the sacrifices of today,
Are the sowed seeds and hope of tomorrow's bountiful harvest;
That the pain and suffering invested in today,
Will spring forth the Sunny days of the future?
Why can't you see......
That the sacrifices borne out of the rejections
Tribulations, trepidations of today,
May well be the trajectory and springboards
Of opportunities embedded in life's journey?
Why can't you see.......
That the disappointments of life
Are sometimes the tonic needed to catapult you
To the lofty heights of your dreams.....?
Why can't you see.......
That tomorrow is pregnant;
That every morning is a rebirth and a gift
To make the future better than your fortune today?
Why can't you see........
The beauty which lies within;
The fortunes and the treasures
Which decades of neglect and disbelief in your abilities has occasioned?
Why can't you see......?
When a stranger becomes stalker, the life you lead comes into question. Was it something I said, that someone took offense . Was it your objection or endless rejections to suitors seduction that fell short of enticing and sorely lacking in suspense.
For what you can’t have, you’ll take in due time. Building up fluids to be spilled upon me, your wine.
At first you did frighten, enough to lose sleep. But, now I am learning, your patterns. Your needs.
Are you ready for me? I’ve something special lined up. I’m certain you’ll approve. It’s all those things that you love!
I’ll be home by 9, but you know this already. Having studied me carefully, unnoticed by many.
But, I quickly caught on to the times you invaded. An intruder made himself comfortable and in the closet he waited.
How cold was that blade when it entered your heart? Were you scared when I continued to snuff out your light?
Are you cold? Of course you are. Your dying. In the very manner you’d planned for me.
Sirens are getting closer. As for you, you’ll cease to be
Collab by Sharon and David
Fire and rain collide
Shadows, reflections
Subside by my side
Filled with regretful rejections
This infection must be put to death…
Take a breath, take a breath, breath
Stars and moonlight reflects in your eyes and gives off reflections
Breathe underwater in severe, several directions
Overcome the pangs of pain
Succumb to radiant rain
Sun and Moon shine and gain happiness again
Sunshines are mine and rain goes down the drain
I will rise above my fall and drive His lane, riding fiery insane
The reflection makes me insane.
Refrain from driving me insane in the brain…
Train to be sane
Train to be sane
I have risen a train
Riding a timeless train
I have so much pain
It’s like a remaining blood stain
Sweet to taste like sugar cane
Bittersweet to the touch
Shame embraced me, never leaving my present moment
Shame came undone in my mind of lament
churning, crazy-making firestorm
upends reason to disrepair
heightens our senses, our esteem
blinds us to flaws unseen
Oh Mother’s reckless devotion
withstands all adversity
delusional in admiration
eyes obscured, see only perfection
friendship’s less passionate attachment
bathes comfort in your presence
shoulder to shoulder in solidarity
resists all faltering objectives
but lover’s glance and glow
a rose-burst of saccharine extremism
the hummingbird of lust
attracted endlessly to Nectar’s sweet serum
yet painful powerful rejections
still intoxicate the supplicant
the moth’s vigilant pursuit of love-light
singes its wings if only to feel the warmth again
love, you dance so delicately before us
then reach back gracefully
you beacon or grab in brash enthusiasm
to overfill our souls to bursting
True love?
There is something I want to tell you
the audience I can't see hidden in
the shadow land
I write for you and speak silently
cosmic loneliness, unable to reach out
to touch and to feel
There are not many of you, my
fear of so many rejections make
fun of my clumsiness, not having
an elegant pen
I escape into my attic room
Dreams emerge and fade away
I know she exists, and one day,
I will tell her
I love you and sound banal
Let me dream dreams keep me sane
to endure my pedestrian life
the silent tern
in Finland's forest
speaks of love
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