characters and symbols written in forms
fonts and cases stroked and scrolled
in the chamber of gold
Retrieved, can it be
And has it been
Each vestige of, scrolled and stoned
A goddess queen.
But not that enfleshed
Myth with a blush.
Men, a soft eve walked among;
Neath a palm lush.
Tears rolled down my face
One for every person lost
You can't change that evil exists
Whether you cry, scream, or shake fists
Oh, how the truth can be so cold
I shiver wondering when love broke,
into all these pieces around me
Words are powerful, but can be so empty,
when scrolled by the hand of a hollow person
Just as a lighthouse casts a beam of warning,
sometimes it still isn't seen in the fog
Heidi Sands
2/10/26
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The morning looks much like the evening
And the evening comes at four
It’ s the season of believing
Winter coughs outside the door
It lays down the white carpet
Covering the frosted land
Though it hasn’t even started
I believe in winter’s end
When the singing birds appear
Tweeting messages from you
I assume the spring is near
One more year is scrolled through.
I woke up on a rooftop watching rain clouds mold
A seagull wearing sunglasses whispered secrets dipped in gold
A vending machine hummed softly saying life will sometimes fold
While a robot on a skateboard swore the future favors the bold
Old posters on the alley walls muttered nothing stays too old
And a wandering saxophone released the notes it had to hold
A suitcase full of riddles claimed its truths were never sold
And a neon painted turtle kept the city from turning cold
My shadow high fived strangers every gesture smoothly rolled
While a mime in glowing sneakers warned that rules were meant to scold
I grabbed a cup of lightning felt its shiver as I hold
And watched my drifting thoughts get interviewed and slowly polled
Blessings rained like glitter every spark precisely doled
As the skylines massive heartbeat struck each second that it tolled
I stepped into a sunrise shaped by stories I once bowled
And walked through shifting timelines where my voice never pigeon holed
I wrote it all down laughing as the universe just strolled
Then signed my name beneath it leaving a legend fully scrolled
For you, I carry heavy issues difficult to bear;
varied themes with bleary depths as carved by you.
You want me to dismiss all darkness you name light,
to secure your pride’s weight in my ocean of shame
and declare aloud your behooved truths are priceless.
There are no limits to all that you diminish
in me when holding me immobile for your use,
to move me around as your desires so choose.
You know I struggle to be free from your rules,
you have read my clues but are completely immune.
Floating as tossed in your issues, I feel ropes securing
agitation upon all my twisted, pushed and pulled guilt.
You intend to keep me crippled in this fashion.
I often tread in my dream threads wishing to swim
far away from the darkness you always fasten.
Someday, I will lose you as a nightmare captain.
Yes, I will disengage, I will make that truth happen.
You will sink or swim in seas you cannot harm or please,
that roll aloof despite your achieved skills to control
and I will thrive living a sanity scrolled, honest life.
Two opposites, unknown of their fate,
Randomly surfed the wide internet before it was too late.
From one end of the country to the other end.
Scrolled and scrolled, like it was never going to end.
Oh! It was just a click, that's how we met.
From hesitant texts and calls,
To glee when texts and calls are received
And later turned to elation.
Oh! It was just a click; that's how we connected.
Excitement and nervousness just rushed
When we met for the very first time, we just blushed.
There was no lack of delight.
It's hard to forget that sight.
Oh! It was just a click; we felt something ignite.
Later, it turned into hope and positivity
The foundation is built on trust and love, togetherness and unity.
We met, the folks met, and the process went on.
And finally, we tied the knot, vowing to never be apart.
In happiness or sorrow, in light or darkness,
In beautiful times or ugly times.
We vow to share each moment together,
And walk through all the odds and evens together.
Oh! It was just one click,
That we found each other for life's sweet and bitter journey.
I have played the coward and the brave,
both the strong and the weak.
A man must be a man, and forget nothing,
keeping close to him
those times of disgrace and honor,
drink both the gall and the nectar
of a far too tell-tale life.
I review, and examine myself
without any escape-hatch excuses.
Clap my hands together loudly
praising this searchlight mind,
that is a ray of infinite power
directed from
the very heart of love.
Are we not all things,
the bold and gentle,
we the lamb and lions
interpreting the patois
of all our incoming angels.
strange they are,
yet we know them,
are them.
I have lived for the wild calls,
and the gentling murmurs,
shared my bread,
gorged from the manger.
This helter-skelter life
will be upheld
in that wordless court
where a life is scrolled out
to retell
its make-believe tales,
and the Light will not judge me,
nor I regret.
I scrolled through some old DMs today,
Conversations once part of me,
Now melted away like molten clay,
Disabled accounts is all I see.
Random musings, fleeting reactions,
Once part of me, now lost,
This moment feels like divided fractions,
Time crawls yet flies, no matter the cost.
Forever fleeting, this life is,
A page in someone else’s nostalgic melancholy.
For tomorrow I will miss this moment,
But I hope I’ll have people to miss.
Written By: D. Collins 3/21/25
The essence of poetry is expressing one's mind.
Able to freeze what's happening at that given time.
Everything seen and heard in the course of a day.
Should be scrolled on paper or digital highway.
Each life experience is a lesson to be taught.
To teach generations to follow the safest route.
It is a good thing in momentarily stopping time.
To document misgivings for deterrence down the line.
Sworn together by my troth my May bride
when joined were glad hearts on eternal date -
Rome did not fall nor the planets collide
and blessed by the Fates we did celebrate.
You wore pearls, rings of emerald and gold,
and girl, you and I an earthly child bore -
O’ Venus, heed my words that I have scrolled
for we were once the gods of Love and War.
No tempter’s dragoon, no fool’s inaction
will keep me apart or sworn vows undo,
and without further lapse or infraction
I rededicate my life unto you.
Keep me close and tight in your loving arms
and in the rescue of your mortal charms.
Written: August 2004
Come back and smile your smile again
The evening air is still
I feel my daily loving pain
The same thing you would feel
If you were me, but happily
You’re at the better place
In better time, for you can see
What’s left of me, what trace
Is there still, waits to be found
You might just look away
To watch the apples falling down
And you don’t have to say
A single word, for words are said
And many days passed by..
Among the pages, scrolled and read
One page refused to die.
Writing between things to do , to get through....
I will always remember your eyes
Your empathy that spread to the skies
Your strength that taught me lessons I learned,
easing the memories in pages that burned
We sat at the beach late one night, water clapping at shore
As if an audience was listening, reaching me to the core
It was as if we had the world in our hands,.
as if our purpose was scrolled across the sands
I will always remember what you gave me, that no-one could
Chopping away the many hardships like wood
Your sacrifice was beyond the horizon to see
You are the one, the only, living on this way in me
Heidi Sands
6/25/24
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Diaries left open and letters framed,
chronological ink waving from a horizon, gone.
Clothes hung to recreate a wedding, a dance, a touch –
enclosed in glass cases to trap the scent inside.
There’s a recording of his voice that skips
back through time. Her handprint in clay, cracked.
That first glass of wine, now cobwebbed, stained red,
next to teenage car keys rusted.
A prescription acts as evidence I tried.
Sawdust forms a path between pets
and my Walkman makes youth balk;
to them my VHS collection is alien.
Postcards curled from saltwater offer perfect snapshots
years before we scrolled for one.
A mortarboard on display alongside a bus pass, front door key and bank card.
A blade of Sefton Park grass pinned down like the wings of a butterfly.
Receipts of apologies. Candleholders waxed in missteps.
Maybe, one day, there’ll be a travelling exhibit where I finally get to meet you.
And the curator will add you, title card and all, to this museum of me.
ROCOCOISTA
scrolled
rocaille
counter curves
asymmetry
arranged
in pettiness
& variety
modish elegance
so
deeply moving
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