Color My World - Sponsor - Nette Onclaud 9-29-26
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Grey In November
When platinum winds howl
Red leaves turn silver
With their smoky breath
Dove grey clouds reign rain ~
Time for sweet cider
Next to a warm fire.
Storms full of lightning in advance,
when harsh sound and vision align.
A taste of the Devil’s grim dance,
storms full of lightning in advance.
Borrowed from a gothic romance,
stark view of that rotting skyline.
Storms full of lightning in advance,
when harsh sound and vision align.
The gray sidewalk doesn't care that it is raining
It just sits there,
Letting the water fill up the cracks
Of the hardships it has endured
The water washes over the rough spots,
Trying to smooth out the bumps
From years of heavy footsteps
And hot summer days.
Now the puddles act like mirrors,
Showing the gloomy sky above,
Proving that even a broken ground
Can hold something beautiful
While underneath
The asphalt still
Tries not to break
Under pressure
The writ barks
and bellows diktat
iron cudgel poised
to macerate multitudes
for the folly
of one man
who sings flat
plays his game
amid howling hordes
and rises valiant
in the storm.
Jesus here invites His disciples to travel
right across the other side of the sea
in a fishing boat where a storm arose
this was a great storm, as the disciples agreed
The waves were filling the boat
Jesus' disciples were showing great fear
even accusing Jesus of not caring
for the Lord was asleep, as if He didn't hear
Jesus awoke and questioned their lack of faith
then He spoke to the sea, " Peace, be still"
the wind ceased, bringing great calm
showing Jesus ruled over storms, so brill
Now today Jesus has this same control
whatever storm you are having to face
He can intervene in your life
calming your storm by His grace
Do you have faith to believe He can?
be not like the disciples who were afraid
believe in the Lord Jesus and His love
for He died for your sins, the price He paid
Beautiful ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ look ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ storm and strife,
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ murmurs of tumultuous life.
¦¦¦¦¦ all is still as ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ the tree,
¦¦¦ wood, ¦¦¦ sunshine ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ no ¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ thought of ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ night
¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ steal ¦¦¦¦ the ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ light,
No ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ humanity ¦¦¦ here.
Here ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ mortal ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ light ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ peasant-boy
¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ look, ¦¦¦ almost ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ joy--
Still ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ centuries ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ stay.
¦¦¦¦ gaze again, ¦¦¦¦ shadowed scenes ¦¦¦ teach
¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ peace and love, beyond all ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
(Blackout of On a Beautiful Landscape by William Lisle Bowles)
Contest: Wilderness of Want
Sponsor: Ink Empress
Prompt: What is a ripple
without its rhythm?
Written: 092326, 6PMCT
I like sunrises, sunsets, and starring
at the moon. And I also like observing
The rain if it's not a monsoon.
At first, I see just drips of raindrops
Falling gently on my tin roof top.
Initially, the drops are like quiet sounds.
But what is a ripple without its rhythm?
Nature's music cannot be held in prison.
Later, there were surround sounds all around.
Soon after, they increased their intensity.
Suddenly, the sky's the limit of my expectancy.
It is now pouring torrents of rain, and I am
Beginning to worry if it will leave me with pain.
To my disdain, the rain speaks to the wind,
Asking for a dance on my roof made of tin.
The wind complies, and they begin to dance.
Through my water drenched window pane,
I watch them dance, but I keep my distance.
The shower falls; the world turns; they dance.
I pray their dancing doesn't kick up a storm.
It continues to rain as I go to bed and fall
Asleep, and the rain ceases by early morn.
Drifting in and out of consciousness
On the verge of oblivion
A distant rumble
Tumbled
Into
Existence
It rolled through the valley
And then promptly
Disappeared
Into
Silence
The creatures of the night
Stood rooted in place
Gazing up at
The sky
Into
Darkness
As if sensing an audience
The rumble tumbled
Back into being
BOOMING
Into
Action
Most creatures scattered for shelter
While others huddled in awe
Listening, anticipating
Her awesome
Entry
Into
Revelry
She did not disappoint their attentions
Splashing light in thunderous
Pauses of violent display
Hurling white hot
Bolts of energy
Like spears
Of drama
Into
Mindfulness
Her booming joy threatened to bring
Down the house before, as if
On queue, she eased back
Drenching the valley
At curtain call
Lulling her
Audience
Back
Into
Oblivion
©?2026TaraHicks
Wheelsong Books Ambassador to South Africa
In Support of Save The Children
And Invisible Poets everywhere
Dear, you are so lovely.
I just had to ask you, “Who did your hair?” Oh so lovely.
The sky is turning dark now, lovely.
The lamp on the table flickers low, oh just lovely.
I am watching the shadows stretch long across the floor, lovely.
The wind is blowing a gale now, that’s just lovely.
Ahh, your hand found mine in the dark, lovely.
Oh look at how bright the stars are shining in the dark sky, oh so lovely.
I don’t think I would change anything because it is lovely.
Out of the murky mist
Amidst the mistral winds
The tempest tips the mast
A crippled ship descends
Pain-fated Captain's crew
Rain ravaged by degrees
The cox would steer the crow
Below the savage seas
To dare the darkened depth
Untethered fathoms feared
As harkened angels wept
A weathered wraith appeared
To cast the mastless craft
Amidst the rocky realm
The staff, now pointed aft
While the cox, held the helm
New Captain's crew was calmed
By current, ruby red
A salty sea embalmed
The sunken, drunken, dead
An albatross had mourned
Poseidon's wounded pride
Thrust-trusted trident scorned
Calypso raised the tide
.
thru'er
soft diaphanous
damn
black mini dress
mine'nerve
tap
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The winter storm rolled in with iron skies,
yet through its roar a pulse of hope stayed bright.
Green leaves, long fallen, seemed again to rise
as wind revived their memory in flight.
I held my life like currency in hand~
each choice a coin I’d saved against the cold.
The storm swept through, reshaping what I planned,
yet left behind a worth I’d never told.
Snow hammered fields, but still a faint green glow
clung to the edges where the frost gave way.
It whispered that the heart can overflow
even when storms turn daylight into gray.
And so, through winter’s rage, I learned to see
how hope can rise—my richest currency.
Stay dangerous
Even when you are in pain
Stay sharp
Never retreat into darkness
Stay alert
Dont be caught off guard
Stay disciplined
Don’t succumb to weakness
Stay mysterious
Until time is right
Then fall like lighting
Solstice in a Velvet Hush
Written September 10, 2026 for Your Personal Poetry Wheel Challenge
Challenge Dates: September 7, 2026 - September 12, 2026.
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Relationships bloom in the hush,
Where solstice stomps its purple flush.
No anger, no storm,
Just calmness in form,
A feather of love in the crush.
Darkness brewed over early morning skies
for not yet open were the eyes of Dawn.
Foreshadowed was the fast-approaching storm.
Thunder and lightning heralded the storm,
Rain laden Nimbus rushed across the skies,
Chosen was a graphite gown, donned by Dawn,
Rain washed were the silvered tresses of Dawn,
She brushed a tinge of blush after the storm
before greeting sunrise in pale pink skies.
Cloudy skies at Dawn were clear following the storm.
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