The human heart is built to be bent
An organ meant to change and mend.
But in order to adapt and truly grow,
It faces storms and dark snow.
Like that time you fell off of your bike,
A childhood scrape, a painful spike
But the bruises fade, the crying ends,
And that won't stop the path you trend
Or when at sweet sixteen you find
Your first heartbreak that leaves you behind;
A dull uncomfortable ache
Yet one you know you’ll surely break.
But oh, the pain that cuts the heart deepest
Where mountains seem to be the steepest
The fear that you are not enough
To be yourself when life gets rough.
You wonder if this grief will stay,
Or if it ever goes away
But hear me now, you must believe,
This heavy pain will also leave.
People don't see the one inside,
The person that you try to hide.
So we are given the task
To strip away the heavy mask
Life doesn’t stop, it doesn't wait,
It moves beyond fate
This endless life we’re walking through
Is like a book of faded hue
Its a coloring book of black and white
Just waiting for a splash of light.
So fill the pages, bright and bold,
Before the final tale is told
It was once wise to invest in steel, yup,
In days of yesteryear.
Now, they say that fine art and gold are up.
All things change with time, dear.
Then, I'd scale the steepest mountain to reach
That pinnacle of bliss.
Yep, I would without pride, to you beseech -
Anything for your kiss!
'Tis fine art in a frame - you as a girl
In a picture, so old.
Now, there's nothing I would not do, my pearl,
To hear your laugh like gold!
The steepest hill
Will be the last round battle
No comrades will fail.
I saw a Mountain from afar
I wished upon a shooting star
I knew I never climbed this Mount
My steepest climb was Fear and Doubt.
I never made this climb before
But knew this was the Way to more
I looked up at the stars and sighed
Would my dreams be realized?
A Day to come when I would know
Face to Face a dream no more.
A Mountain of Promise awaited me
I urgently prepared to leave.
I headed to that distant place
The Hope of Love upon my face
A journey I must take alone
Until His heart becomes my home.
In the Pocket
For years Nana begged for a holiday
But pop's only passion was Faraday
He failed to do the math
Created a psychopath
She smirked, "Give my regards to Hemingway."
(Pocket: Some surfers call this the energy zone and it can be identified as the steepest point in the wave.)
Deepest emerald sea
Steepest ascent, a spree
Whitebait shoals abounding
Await echo sounding
Attract gannets display
To extract gleaming prey
Date 11/8/21
Image 3
It’s the circle of a trickle sliced from snow
at the mountain’s very top.
Widening and lengthening, it gushes and grows,
and at the steepest slopes it rushes - cascading
as a froth of diamonds
sparkling in sunlight.
Splitting where big boulders sit,
it splashes on its drifting way.
Shifting - ever shifting - it tumbles
over countless stones and gravel
or meanders with susurration until at last,
it is a river.
Broad or narrow; shallow or deep,
it can be tempestuous at times,
while other times
it’s as placid as
patches of mellow moonlight spilled from sky.
At last it flows to where, estuarine,
it melds with the destiny of other river shifters -
Oceanic.
June 23, 2021
for The Shape Of Water Poetry Contest
Now for 'A Brian Strand July 2' Poetry Contest
A fairy tale ending
A fairy tale ending, without trouble or strife,
Happy ever after in my make-believe life,
No sadness can enter, no worries or woe,
That was the dream, and it’s still on the go.
The wolves keep on calling, knock on the door,
I try to stand up, but I’m pushed to the floor,
I feel I am climbing the steepest of hills,
Drowning, drowning in all of those bills.
Life it gets harder, full of despair,
Those with the voices pretend that they care,
Tell us they feel our pain and our ache,
We stand all together, then they sit and they take,
Life sometimes gives me so many regrets,
But I’ll not give up, as hard as it gets.
Happy ever after I’ll stand up and scream,
You can take many things, but never my dreams!
Remember the walk we had at a dawn?
You mocked the fog and sang me a song
I cursed the cascade for being so rackety
You cursed the wind for being so wheezy
Arms in arms, walking and dancing
The sun too rose giggling
We passed through a garden, some buds, and birds
We passed some playing kids, nurses and mosques
The steepest mountain we climbed and laughed
The deepest dive we dived, and survived
Whale, sea horse, and shark stood shocked
As with lively skills, we had them tricked
Now the sun is sitting, the moon is waning
Our song is still not finished, and it has started snowing
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30th Oct, 2020 (11:30 pm)
Note: this one is about love, and our short lifespan. Offcourse, it is easy to pass through different stages of life when you have a lovely companion, but no matter how much time you get, it will never ever be enough. Death never stops chasing us, even if the companions stay loyal forever ). (I am hell sleepy right now, but wanted to write this one lol.)
The last one home.
I walked along the old canal, watching the fishes play,
Dragged my feet and contemplate, as went along the way,
Let my mind go wandering, adventures for to see,
Batman, Superman, Robin hood all of those I’d be,
Saying a dozen times or more, a final skim of the stone,
That is why, as a kid, I was always the last one home.
On the muddy wooded track, with Tarzan on my mind
Pirate treasure, Aladdin’s lamp, amazing things I’d find,
Squirrels jumping, from tree to tree, I’d stop and take a look,
Collect a few more acorns, then paddle in the brook,
Build a special secret den, where the weeds had overgrown,
That is why, as a kid, I was always the last one home.
Coming from my day at school, I’d always take my time,
Deciding which way, I should go, and which wall should I climb,
Walking up the steepest hill, just to run back down,
A muddy puddle in my way, another adventure found,
A bluebell picked, a daisy chain, a dandelion blown,
That is why, as a kid, I was always the last one home.
S-ail not close to the wind,
H-azard is caused by bad weather;
I-t makes the sea waves rough,
A-nd your life in real danger.
N-ever sail close to the wind,
N-either take risk anytime;
O-n the twenty-fourth of July,
N-o steepest hill to climb.
A-im not to sail close to the wind,
B-ecause of the peril;
E-vil deed is left behind,
L-earn to do the Father's will.
L-et not your walk go amiss, let the recklessness end;
A-llow your boat to be safe, sail not close to the wind.
Devouring the darkness comes a dappled beam, so sweet.
Rapture waits for me on slumber’s steepest slope.
Embracing these dappled beams can sometimes seem a feat!
All things though are possible. In this beam there can be hope.
Maybe in one dream shining brightly, a lost love I will meet!
My original origin is so hard to remember. Was it
high above the tallest skyscraper, the steepest
mountain top or the sharpest planes ascent?
Then again did I begin in the underground lakes
below?
Nevertheless my journey is a revolving one from
air, down to land or sea. And back again.
My form can go from liquid, to mist and to
frozen ice.
My date of birth could be dated back thousands
of years.
I can travel millions of miles over the earth.
I am singular in nature but prefer to join
the other drops in life.
G-aze at the highest mountain,
R-ealizing life's tough ascent;
A-llowing you to overcome,
C-onquering a challenging
E-vent.
A-im at the highest mountain,
L-earn to trust in the Almighty;
F-aith can move the steepest hill,
E-arly thirtieth of January.
R-emain strong and steadfast,
E-arnestly let your mind open;
Z-ealously stand your ground like the highest mountain.
E-dge on the competition
L-ets you have an objective;
L-osing the goal is forgotten,
E-ven a plan to think
N-egative.
C-limb every mountain
O-f test toward victory;
R-each the steepest hill
T-o gain fame and glory.
E-mploy your advantage, use your margin with passion;
S-eptember sixth Wednesday, you have an edge on the competition.
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