Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
Contest: LIGHT A PENSEE Poetry Contest
Date:July 28, 2026
Seed Becomes Light
Candle tongue
small sun in ink
he burned twenty hours to wake dawn
darkness cracked like glass before him
night bowed to one man
Poet Note:
This pensee is inspired by Thomas Edison, who worked by candlelight to invent the light bulb.
Abraham's seed, repent
Be baptised and saved
The Holy Spirit, heaven - sent
Saves the enslaved.
A seed must become a flower to seed again.
The flower too cannot flower without the seed.
Every seed breaks before it blooms.
Every flower dies before it seeds.
The end is only what begins again.
Life keeps its promise by letting go.
Girl, you remind me of yesterday,
I can recall the moment I said my prayer,
Asking God for a better partner in my life,
Luckily, I got one, I hereby call you mine.
Forever is just the start, it's you and me,
The love we share is real, I say lucky we,
Despite our differences, I still get lost in your smile,
For you, my love, I do it all willingly.
It's you, no one else, the reason I'm happy,
I vow to give you happiness and no worries,
Through the days I've known you, you're the best,
As I wish to wake up daily with you next,
I learnt and realised that I'm blessed,
You are my answer, for life is a test,
What more can I ask for when I've got you?
I promise not to look elsewhere....it's you through and through.
You're the seed I've planted deep within my heart,
The one I nurture gently from the very start,
With every sunrise, my love helps you bloom,
And together we'll flourish through every season to come.
It's you, Sal...
He knew it was poisonous,
but it was all too much.
To him it was a coping mechanism.
It got him through the day.
All the things he expected
that did not turn out
the way he expected them to
tormented his sober mind.
The mind needed some sort
of a distraction, something to
put the pressure off.
Poisonous it may be,
it took the pressure off.
All the missed chances,
all the chances that were not taken,
all the losses in that moment
they did not matter.
He once cared how he looked,
but no more. If it wasn’t for it,
he would have even jumped
on to a highway, not caring what happens.
He knew it was poisonous,
but it was all too much.
The pain was too deep.
A bad seed provided him with life.
Written: April, 30, 2026, for contest Sponsored by: Line Gauthier
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When shadows press, and doubts grow tall,
when every step feels like a fall,
a tiny voice inside still glows—
a seed of light the darkness knows.
It hums, “Hold on, the dawn is near;
No night is meant to last, or cause fear.”
Extreme explosions rendered a cloud,
Before the sky turned to a leaden shroud;
When the rain was water and not a sting,
He held a pocket of forgotten things.
He saw the smoke on the far-off rim,
The way the clover was beginning to pale;
He knew the future was growing dim,
A flickering lamp in a rising gale.
He didn’t build walls or a silver vault,
He didn’t cry out at the coming fault;
Instead, he found a fractured seam,
And buried a small, persistent dream.
"I will not see you," he whispered low,
"But perhaps you’ll wait for the soot to go."
A silent promise to a dying land,
He pressed the earth with a trembling hand.
The cities crumbled to mounds of salt,
Secure in its dark and earthen vault,
The seed waited for the ashen stone
To bloom for a traveler, wandering alone.
Ruby red cardinal
hides in the scruffy, bare bush
Hmm.. A seed perhaps?
Comparable to this eve's
Autumnal dismay
To concede, and misty-eyed
As late, which life's hour
In blooms' last memory-slipped
Frail-fair vestiges
What fades of each warm received
Schoolgirl demeanour.
The Blackbird
Look out the window
Blackbird he's looking at me
With those big begging eyes
Come, fed me please
Out comes some birdseed
I scatter on the ground
Zoom he flies for some
Pecking, pecking as fast as he can
Before another one here's his sounds
Comes to fight for some.
Here comes two robins
To join in the fun
A loved one from heaven
Must be thinking of me
I sense that with every robin I see.
By Scottydotti
17/03/2026
God makes and
Scatters exellent seeds.'
satan however is all
about weeds.'
one seed
that your smile
planted
in the fertile soil
of my heart
the moment
we first kissed...
with our eyes
now yields
fruits beyond Spring
s p r o u t i n g
thousands
of ripe dreams
for us
Germinating seed in the desert shoots
Wind dispersed the grain as oasis fruit,
And sap nourishes the root.
Water makes a taproot grow strong,
Splits the bud, breaks the husk all along
Shoots stem and petals to where they belong.
The seed sprouts above
With a blooming love
Shining through the grove.
The root deepens,
The grain steepens,
Raindrops weaken
The bright petals
And the seed endures and settles.
Tiny seed sprouts into a seedling,
Roots explores beyond the levelling.
Leaves widen in direction of light,
Sun turns towards it in delight.
It grows further but takes time,
under the sky is the beautiful design.
Shakes in the air with dare,
Elders greets before they retire.
Often closes its leaves in the nights,
Fearing the ghost would visit its sight.
Early sun rays create an undying hope,
Balances the body and promotes growth.
In the evening it closes itself to the world,
In a hope of soothing recovery in the dark,
Sun promised to greet the tiny ,
The seedling rested and relaxed in symphony.
To plant is to trust
to cast one bright kernel down
into the unknown—
hope kneeling beside turned soil,
believing plant will unfurl.
Within seed's dry shell
a germ of much potential
lies folded, asleep—
entire trees are stored within,
whole forests in furrowed rows.
Seed must push toward
both the dark and light at once—
downward, upward, drawn
in twin rituals of yearning,
shoots and roots yen protracted.
Rain wakes the kernel
with a baptism immersion
unwinding the scroll-
whispering that time has come
to supplant sowing and grow
Two green palms unfold—
cotyledons greeting light
with trembling delight
two hands cupped up enlightened,
enlivened, become alive.
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