A tower carved from heavy stone,
It braves the raging, timeless sea,
Where ancient wooden ships were blown,
By winds that whistled wild and free.
The keeper climbs the spiral stairs,
To trim the wick and light the flame,
Through bitter frost and salty air,
To guide the ships without a name.
With whale-oil fire and iron gears,
It pierced the heavy, choking fog,
A savior through the passing years,
Recorded in the Captain's log.
Through naval wars and trading booms,
The lens revolved with steady grace,
To rescue crews from watery tombs,
And mark this rugged, lonely place.
Though modern beams now take the lead,
The weathered structure stands sublime,
A monument to human need,
Defying all the rust of time.
first love's false flame burned way too hot
and left me nothing but the want
for fiery passion to remain
to keep me bound in love's pleasure-pain
like chasing an addiction high
more and more but always just shy
I find that I am in a cage
I have lost this ancient war you waged
so injured, I then licked my wounds
to passions heat I am immune
all warmth leaked out with your goodbye
too frozen to fall, the tears I cry
I can still feel that dizzy spin
the world revolved around you then
I feel so lost all just a blur
I did not see the black hole you were
yes, my whole world revolved ‘round you
you weren't the sun that I pursue
I guess I had my eyes shut tight
and did not see your dark heart of night
the warmth I felt upon my face
was not the sun but my disgrace
thank God your gone and He forgives
and true love, so warm, inside me lives
Our blue planet, the epitome of primal beauty,
a unique dot of singularity within the celestial infinity,
revolved in the astral space, spinning nature’s splendors,
until on the evolution trail the hostile species of man arrived.
The creeping swarm of greed, called progress
devours the green blanket, thriving for immeasurable eons,
constructs the toxic greenhouse on the planet instead,
extreme climate events trace the global warming trajectory.
The upholding limits are being infringed ever so rapidly,
so, after long summer the planet might freeze in extended winter,
caused by the catastrophic climate change looming large
to initiate the apocalyptic period of the fifth season.
The gliding glaciers and ice sheets melt at an alarming rate,
rise of sea-level is unparallel in the human history,
makes the ingress of oceans onto the land, shaping as a future reality,
time would come to create again the modern Noah’s ark.
The pristine nature was once in the realm of grandeur,
in harmony with its stable innate equilibrium,
the stride of wanton exploitation marches on and on,
if unheeded, it’ll soon cross the sustainability rubicon.
Cacoethes as infatuation
visited me mostly in my youth.
Those deep yearnings fed my soul
with the lyrics of melancholy love songs
that revolved on my record player’s
turntable as I, in my callow days,
lay in bed drowning in my fantasies
of unobtainable desires.
Cacoethes as cravings
found me also as the obsessions
that were literally fed me as food.
Too easily was I led
by edible longings -
but I was not feeding real hunger.
Rather – I was hungering
to feed an empty heart.
Eventually I learned to control
my cravings for the sweet and the salty,
and old longings of infatuation
long ago fled from me.
Any void I feel today
I fill with cacoethe substitutes
mostly harmless and rarely unhealthful
as I move my pen again and again
over paper.
39 minutes to draw a line
For asymmetrical life of mine.
Against logic and common sense laws
My life’s odds graphed empirical flaws.
It spread out in many shapes and slopes,
Varied ‘twixt melancholy and hopes.
Yet the ratio of joy trumps the rest
In the course of life’s composite test.
I count on that for the greatest good
My path for the greatest number stood.
My constant values were absolute,
So were the angles, right or acute.
I figured life’s factors more or less,
In patterns, congruent with success.
Formula for Happy - highest stake,
Played in proportions of give and take.
Around Love my destiny revolved,
The algorithm of my life - solved!
I bid adieu, sentiments apart,
My palate’s last wish from a la carte:
Steak dinner with a glass of fine wine
In finite timeline of 39!
An astronomer in Central Park
gazed at the starry sky.
How will it end, he asked the dark?
How will the universe die?
And as cosmology revolved, in his diverted mind:
The answer for him was solved:
A quick blow from behind.
I thought, like a net unknotted, puzzles would be solved.
With the question, 'Who am I? What's the purpose of my life?
I was wrong. Like the palbeu, no one knew where knots revolved.
Each question, like thorns midst blooms, had anxiety and strife.
Like winter after fall, when war ends, roguery begins.
Uncertainty, like unexpected earthquakes, surfaces.
Emptiness and self-contamination rise like past sins.
Absurdity and nullity erase life's purposes.
People commence their expeditions and never return.
Journeys begin in merriment, and with mourning, they end.
With writes of fate on each one's head, what can humans discern?
Many are kith and kin; but when times are thin, there's no friend.
If everything ends with death, what's, then, existence about?
Do I have an endless life? This is the soul-swaying doubt.
Like a mad man
without a plan,
slightly insane,
dancing in the rain,
pixilated dreams
like shallow streams,
leave me bemused,
restless, but amused,
but my soul is tried
from those bullets fired,
when loved ones depart,
leaves holes in my heart,
as guns aren't coded,
when locked and loaded.
Those memory lanes,
flying paper planes,
despite grey storms,
we had strong platforms.
I wrote my deep quotes
on lost paper boats,
like a budding rose
nobody knows.
Echoes of my mind
are not always kind,
as crows examine
soul's rainless famine.
This sun never shields
in desolate fields.
Yet, I know it's true,
all roads lead to you.
Anacreontic verse is an Ancient Greek lyrical form, consisting of 20- to 30-line poems with three to five syllables per line. Developed by 6th century B.C. poet Anacreon. A form that emerged during the height of the dramatic, musical,
artistic, and poetic culture. The poems revolved around themes of love, infatuation, revelry, festivals, and observations of everyday life. They do not normally rhyme, but I like the challenge.
Wisdom, like the endosperm of a coconut, evolved,
Jordan developed in his self-consciousness day by day;
Though vices around virtues, like the galaxy, revolved,
He, like the Magi, keenly discerned and chose the right way.
Boyishness, as the rind of an orange or plum got peeled,
Fruitfulness in him, like wheat grain formation, peeped its head;
How lovely our once naughty Jordan's true self got revealed!
All those unchurched unaware identities he had shed...!
His son grew up like a pearl in a progressing oyster,
Scholastically and leisurely he's trained without fail;
He gives him freedom too; he's not a monk in a cloister;
Though naughty like his father, he grows up hearty and hale...!
The storm that blows violently can change into a breeze,
Who says a beast running about can never be at ease...?
18 June 2023
Whatever happened to "Jordan" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Miranda Hawley
oh prunus spinosa
you are my delight
oh prunus spinosa
flowering so white
to see this thorn maturing
in the autumn hue
makes my heart want to sing
so full of fruit, deep blue
but there is this bitter taste
is there something you can do
it would seem such a waste
what if you merge into a brew
oh prunus spinosa
you are my delight
oh prunus spinosa
flowering so white
freezing you to release your juice
sweetened and you're almost there
soon to become a new produce
regularly revolved with loving care
leave you now to father time
no tonic needed to begin
this time you'll taste sublime
just sip what was once in a spin
oh prunus spinosa
you are my delight
oh prunus spinosa
flowering so white
Created May 16, 2023
Joe Bonamassa inspiration 4
Song "Sloe Gin"
Contest sponsor Robert James Liquori
As a tiny tot
We played dot to dot
Connecting pictures
With nada strictures
Innocence prevailed
Colouring detailed
No problems to solve
Our small world revolved
On connecting dots
Without other thoughts
Having grown up now
The world has changed, how!
We flit from dot to dot
Scrambling from thought to thought
Responsibilities
Beyond abilities
Dot to dot image
Varies with each page
Whole picture not seen
Till there you have been
1st December 2022
For Kim Rodrigues' "Dot to dot" contest
DIMASH THE SHEPHERD
(Story of One Sky Conclusion)
I am
Shepherd
Cloaking myself
In God’s soft simplicity
My tasks complete
Songs sung
Light shone
Souls ignited
Each day seven wheels
Revolved their full degrees
Now the Awakening
know that Love is the Strike
of Light on the sleep
of a hundred thousand
years of wrenching knots
I return to You
to dissolve again
in your gentle
Ecstasy of knowing
Yourself as Voice
Each of Your atoms
in a chant or falsetto
resonated in freedom’s
True radiant White
How you ached to know
if You could go further
than planets not yet discovered
You did through each of my
Harmonic breathes
Now I’m done to
cuddle frolicking lambs
and hold my staff
as heaven’s drumstick
It will beat the
silent space between
Resonating genes
You are well pleased
Our art of evolution
continues to vibrate
in every fingertip
each sea-sponge and
Sand grain
Refreshed I will descend
then ascend again
as You instruct
to expose muted layers
My F-sharps alchemising
wolves with nightingales
I bow to You
As I hood !
©ghairodaniels2022
I met a police Lieutenant who became my loving friend
He volunteered his help with a serious case of mine
It all revolved around trauma in my childhood
He understood and validated issues more than anyone
He listened to years of information with full attention
In fact the first day we met, he spent 8 hours listening to me
He helped me pursue justice and wanted closure for me
It was the only 2 and a half years, I felt I wasn't alone with this
I was heard, accepted, understood and bound by a special bond
Sadly he was killed, but the memories of our time together
All he gave me in precious hours of empathetic listening and work
Could not be traded for anything in this world where I have lived
I knew, I owed it to him to move forward and survive
His words and care will never leave me, as I will forever hear him
Heidi Sands
7/28/22
when we would guzzle
great and astounding puzzle
was sure to fizzle
solution resolved
around answer revolved
while we were involved
about abortion
always out of proportion
also distortion
had been a dump cluck
when we became put of luck
out steering wheel stuck
Love soft music on a warm summer's night
A Piano Sonata by that Chopin dude
Nothing can turn my crank more than Fredéric
Sure puts this guy in a romantic mood
Surprised with my knowledge of the classics?
Fred and I go a very long way back
Grew up together, he was my very first buddy
Actually stole my sweet girlie, fancy that
Helped him write some mazurkas and études
Never gave me credit, whatta bum
Attempted to expose him but no one listened
Of course no one listened, that's dumb
Whatta big snot, this so called music genius
Thought the world revolved around him
Got some news, this is going to shatter his image
He was nothing but a country bumpkin
I know, I know, that's not well known fact
He paid people to keep it hush hush
So now you all know the rest of this story
Old Freddie turned out to be a lush
Sorry bout this, all you fans of the classics
This was all just in fun I declare
Was never a good friend of old Freddie boy
Still maintain, I never got my share
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