I was a child with questions, no answers in sight,
Why was love absent, why was home not so bright?
A little girl stood in a storm alone,
Searching for love that she had never known.
But then two hands held me, old yet so strong,
My grandparents whispered, "Child, you belong."
They did not ask about my scars or past,
They gave me love that would forever last.
They taught me to read, to write, to dream,
To find my voice, to proudly scream.
Where mother left shadows, they gave me light,
They turned my darkness into mornings bright.
So no, I am not broken, not lost anymore,
I have found what I was looking for.
I am not the tears my childhood knew,
I am the love my grandparents grew.
A massive iron cage, brick,
sand and cement, rising
to become a home of human happiness
Hail, hail, concrete father
Hail, hail, the high-rise
A nest for human dreams
Those who are building
my house, I wonder,
where is their home
I have arranged it beneath the clouds,
a canopy of rain, would someone
come to be the bride and groom
A night by the swimming pool
beneath the water, blue
lights
A round of bickering first thing in the morning,
then all day long, thinking
about married life
At the very top of a secluded balcony
blooming
dahlias and chrysanthemums
Caught
in a spider's web
a shiuli flower
Tom and Jerry
Popeye the Sailor
ha ha ha
Tender hands
the racing wishes
of coloured pencils
There is love
There is no love
Love
In another life
perhaps, yellow
wildflowers
A cat and a pigeon
in between
me
It rained in the afternoon
the evening
feels beautiful
A gopuram
magnificent
the Dravidian land
Fallen leaves, fallen feathers,
their new moons
and full moons
The day drifts away
there is no shore
nor is there a boat
The boy who carried night within his chest
Once believed the road had reached its final bend,
Convinced that silence was his only friend,
And traded all his tomorrow for unrest.
He could not see the dawn through heavy skies,
Nor count the hours that waited to unfold,
Lost in a tale he thought was fully told,
Watching the shadow grow before his eyes.
Yet morning broke the perimeter of shade;
The quiet road stretched out and did not fall.
He learned the weight of years can shift and mend,
That every solitary ghost must fade.
Standing in light he never thought to call,
He sees the start where once he feared the end.
Ivory light fades
at solstice.
A coin in my hand
reminds me
that life is spent.
Still, I hold hope.
When darkness comes,
I rise.
Personal Challenge:
Theme: Mortality
Emotion: Hope
Color: Ivory
Season: Solstice
Form: Free Verse
Object: Currency
Verb: Rise
An antique shovel pushes into sacred dirt,
sprinkled with cinnamon and crushed obsidian rose petals,
while a blazing bonfire roars,
lighting up the night sky.
Ravens watch with intense scrutiny,
the voices in my head quieting,
as snakes slither around my neck.
Opening a weathered pouch,
I remove ceremonial offerings:
bottles of blood-red wine and pristine garnets.
I place them among shedded snake skin,
gingerly replacing the earthen soil.
The intoxicating scent of dragon's blood surrounds me.
Orange flames crackle, mutating into the deepest blues.
Claret clouds partially cover the full moon.
Shadows of ebony horns dance within the in-between.
Melodious gothic hymns fill an anticipating soul.
Warm breath flirts with the back of my neck.
Razor-sharp nails gently glide against pale flesh.
A beautifully savage silhouette forms in the corner of my eye.
Tonight, I dance with Lilith
among the ashes of glorious destruction.
The darkened clouds o’erhead obscure the light;
the nausea in waves devours all joy.
She whimpers as she fades within my sight;
against this foe I am a helpless boy.
Deep in my heart I know she gains the day,
For You on her behalf have long since won.
But still it wounds to see the potter’s clay
misshapen so, both she and I undone.
Beyond the rise, her vale does softly call
So verdant green, so marvelous its light.
Not long, my dear, held cruel in cancer’s thrall
Soon, soon, my love, you’ll have no need to fight.
What lies ahead would fill me with despair
were I not sure she’s nestled in Your care.
Iran,
do not
fear.
You are
a civilization
seven thousand
years old.
Before
America
was born,
you existed.
Before
Europe
awakened
to a new
age,
you gave
the world
innovation.
While kingdoms
were still
finding
their paths,
you built
roads.
You gave
us
algebra
in mathematics.
You gave
us
The Canon
of Medicine,
used
throughout
Europe
and Asia
for centuries.
Your scholar,
Al-Biruni,
accurately
measured
the radius
of the
Earth.
It was
your mystic
and philosopher,
Zoroaster,
who gave
the world
the early
concepts
of good
and evil.
Rumi,
the great
poet
and Sufi,
walked
upon
your soil,
and continues
to inspire
the world.
When we
look
into science,
we bow
our heads
and say,
thank you
to the
great Persian
thinkers.
No one
can destroy
you,
for you
are
the beginning
and the
end.
You are
the Alpha
and the
Omega.
You are
now
rising.
If I were to be struck by lightning tomorrow & have to leave this earth…
I would rise to heaven smiling, for I got to meet you first.
The chance to get to know you, is a reminder of that dream…
The one I had when I was younger; the knight in shining armour I thought I would be.
Just as angels fly so high,
To the sun and moon so near…
I would rise to heaven smiling but I would also shed a tear.
-N.P
An old English dragon is about to emerge dredged up in a lake, where it might have
Been reared.? Not the biggest of the familiy yet the most intact.' Soon to be exibited..Hey I only state facts.! We don't know if it breathed fire.? Or what colour were its eyes at just over thirty feet though
It was of just over medium size ' perhaps it
Lived on its island, with a mum and Dad.?
Maybe just a batchelor.? A sort of Jack
on the scales; as in
Lads..There is also an old castle, not too far away, maybe he had an eye for a princess who can truly say.? Perhaps it had a pet ogre.? Or was friends with an evil queen.? they
could have dined together, on infant children.? It
A tried and tested story theme.'
I suppose things will be revealed
more.? As in the Good book i have
often
seen, a description
Of wild dragons, brave warriors,
giants and
Miracles, so many, very. Diverse scenes.!!!
Down they want you, to fall down and never get up.
Never get up is the plan, to make you so sad that you cannot stand.
We will never go down, we will rise with the sun, and have fun as we laugh.
We felt it, like a storm, the downing words that made us feel sad, like a storm that would not quit, it got us wet and cold for a bit.
We will never go down, we will rise with the sun, and have fun as we laugh.
Down was the path, but we choose the up path, and walked and walked till we reached the peak, letting us see the beautiful sunrise.
We will never go down, we will rise with the sun, and have fun as we laugh.
Life can take us to many paths, up and down and sometimes we just keep going around, till we learn how to navigate our way around.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
When I refuse to accept an injustice
I will rise
When I refuse to stay in bed despite crippling grief
I will rise
When I attempt something bold and new
I will rise
When I refuse to be someone other than myself
I will rise
Explosive color,
it takes time to plant the seeds.
Be mild with a rise.
The Moon fell last night
She wiped the tears from her eyes
And she rose once more
Deep pulse starts to rise high
As a burning fever mounts and spirit ascends
To the sky
Dim turns the light
Each breath, a soft sweet song, extends
The night
Senses
Bloom and transcends
Joy
Deep pulse starts to rise high
Each breath, a soft sweet song, extends
Joy.
Spoken biblical words
Prophecy exchange
Motion through time
Redemption shall reign
Transformation from flesh to everlasting
Heavens come down to Earth
Rebirth of hearts
Tongues shall testify
Truth told
Spiritual within
Storms will shout
Skies will open the chatter
World attention
Earthly eyes to look up
Wait upon will arrive
Wonder assured from yonder
Hearts united
Buckle up and be ready
Hold steady
Wisely thought.
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