I longed for it, the release
I wouldn't mind if it rained all day
At least one of us gets to empty ourselves
I can never stop overflowing
I need to step outside and pour out the pain
I'll scream with the sky, and pray the water cleanses me
I'll stretch out my arms, and pound my bare feet into the mud
I'll remember joy, this heart in my chest becoming light , will rattle like a drum
in the soft thunder of a summer storm
Form: Free verse
I feel your warm embrace this summer day.
Out naked and awaiting your caress.
To burn with hot desire - while I lay
My heart and soul are yours now to possess.
We touch and mingle, soon we will entwine.
I’ll beg for more and want you deep within.
Connected, I am yours and you are mine
Our climax high shall reach once we begin.
I know you’ll not abandon me at will,
For we are like two lover’s - newlywed.
My racing heart for you is never still.
As I stretch out again on my sunbed.
My love for Summer’s sun is no mistake.
There’s nothing better than a hot sunbake.
Form: Sonnet
It was the year of coming into my own.
It was the summer I turned fourteen and
I was discovering the meaning of freedom.
I owned a ghettoblaster and together
would take my blanket up the hill
to stretch out in an empty field.
My horizons had expanded and
life seemed full of possibilities.
The future was a vast expanse.
Not knowing made the mystery
most intriguing and exciting, but
growing up seemed to take forever.
And so it was that 1972 was forever
etched in my mind as the magical year
that opened the door for me to freedom
AP: 3rd place 2025
Form: Free verse
They inhale the poisonous substance,
adduction had no power over resistance;
their brain's responsiveness is too slow:
look at them: their glance is so mellow!
This is the offspring of the floating potheads,
they renounce everything that means strides;
they sit in a relaxed pose with mindless eyes:
soldiers fight the wars, while they enjoy puffs. "
Vacant glances and sunken cheeks stir disgust,
their veins must be fed with drugs, not nutrients;
don't they stretch out that bony hand to collect
a meager sum not enough to buy Ecstasy pills?
Onlookers speed by, not expressing human apathy
for the useless ones who display a state of misery,
but who are the offspring of the floating potheads?
Friends, strangers, the homeless, and the Diddies!
Form: Rhyme
Some days are busy, while others are not.
Still, you must deal with whatever you’ve got.
Even with planning, you never can tell
When life will get hectic, at least for a spell.
It’s great to exist between boredom and crazed,
But when that occurs, I am slightly amazed
For either the hours stretch out without end
Or I’m rushing, with poems rather hastily penned.
Somehow neither one lasts very long and I find
That the busy-ness isn’t a state that I mind
Since at least I’m engaging that part of my brain
That allows me to function, but lets me complain!
Form: Rhyme
The headlights of a tractor drew my great-grandfather to his death.
Anglerfish of steel, power take-off a maddening buzz –
Was the barn dark? Could he see the terrible twisting machine?
And did he see it, in the instant before the ordeal
The forty days’ hellish road ahead before he reached heaven?
Did the lonesome valley stretch out before him in the gleam of the wrenching clamor,
And did he lean out and see the glow at its end?
Shriek and wail, slam and crunch.
Did the dying man see far?
And would it have been better, after all, to know what would be coming?
From plowshare to fig tree such a divide, better not to know, I think.
Certainly better for my uncle, who found him there.
Form: Free verse
The horizon ablaze with marmalade embers whisper upon the edge of blue sky
Vibrant pastel bush strokes stretch out to electrify a calm emerald lake as a slight breeze touches the tree tops with a peaceful sigh
A feeling of perfection in subtle breathes of completion fill my eyes
With a dynasty of yellow and lavender trinkets
Wild flowers bend in a rainbow disguise
Alone I sit near the lakeside my feet buried in cinnamon sand as I engulf a mesmerizing ancient drum beat trailing along to rest within my hand as a trail of smoke rises from the fireside as I begin to clap my hands
For a moment a red hawk veers westward as the morning moon sinks low in the east
A rainbow trout leaps for the water's
As I raise my arms in belief
Form: Free verse
The windows down, the wind in my hair,
The open road ahead, taking me anywhere,
I didn't need a driver's license to be free,
My heart and soul, that's all I need to be.
No tears on my face, no broken heart,
I'm living life with a brand new start,
I'm not looking back, only ahead,
The past is gone, that's what I've said.
The miles stretch out, the horizon wide,
There's nothing here for me to hide,
I'll take in all the sights and sounds,
And let my spirit soar above the ground.
I'll meet new people, see new places,
And learn to live with no traces,
Of the pain and hurt that held me down,
I'll make my own way, my own sound.
So let me hit the open road,
Let me carry my own load,
I'll find my own way, with no one to please,
And I'll live my life with ease.
Form: Rhyme
I walk slowly through the garden
Swirling colors of deep blues and white
My arms stretch out to drink in the sun
Dancing on the ripples of a blue-sky ocean
The cool breeze running through my fingers
Gazing on the beauty before me
Reflecting off the sparkling ocean
I know, baby, that you are near
We are always together, yet we're apart
My eyes take in the incredible view
You are as delicate as a dessert
As fine as a star
You are a subtle smile
I think about in my day
I crave to embrace you, to feel you
Let me see you, hear you
You are a gentle whisper
I try to understand
The night brings light in my eyes, a song to my heart
My dreams are for a waking eye, because you are mine
Form: Free verse
In the summer
I stretch out on the shore
And think of you
Had I told the sea
What I felt for you,
It would have left its shores,
Its shells,
Its fish,
And followed me.
Duet:
In the spring garden,
I wander and see your beautiful smile in the rose blossoms,
Had I anounced in the open air,
what I felt in your smile,
All the sunflowers would have looked away from sun,
All the birds of paradise would have turned their heads,
to see the glimpse of your smile in your picture on the wall.
Form: Free verse
Caterpillar, where are you going?
Somewhere the cold wind ain't blowing?
I will surely hate to see you go.
Take care, the gardener likes to mow.
First, you stretch out, and then up you bunch.
Watch out for the foot, lest you go scrunch.
You can bend, but you will never break.
You haven't a bone for heaven's sake.
I want to say you are fantastic -
Gooey inside, outside elastic.
One day, I hope you will flutter by -
When you're a pretty butterfly.
Form: Couplet
Sometimes, it’s the way the light falls
in the quiet hours,
when the day is almost gone,
and the shadows stretch out like secrets
waiting to be whispered.
It’s the soft hum of a song
that plays only between us,
the unspoken understanding
that we don’t need to say everything
to know everything.
I’ve never wanted for much
more than this:
the way you laugh when you’re not trying,
how your eyes find mine across a room,
the way the world feels
a little softer,
a little slower,
when you’re near.
There are no promises,
no grand gestures,
just this quiet knowing
that some things
don’t need words to be real.
Maybe that’s the way it should be,
how the best things
are never loud,
but simply…
here.
Form: Free verse
One thing I love about the heart…as each day we grow a little more
is it’s amazing ability to stretch…a little more than it’s ever stretched before.
As a child…how easily it stretches to cover our mom, dad, sisters and brothers….
and when we think that’s where the stretching ends…
it stretches even farther to cover our relatives and friends.
As we grow up…we are happy in this comfortable circle where we are…
surrounded by friends and family our heart doesn’t have to stretch out very far.
But time moving on is inevitable…and there will come a day
we realize how far our heart can stretch…when it’s time to move away.
We are thankful for how far it stretches…those times we feel alone
and how it stretches on to new friends, perhaps a partner…and a family of our own.
And for a while our heart is relaxes…until there comes a day
when it must stretch again…when our children move away.
Until one day, in our old age, when we smile
thinking about all the ways our life’s unfurled….
and give thanks for a heart that has the ability
Form: Rhyme
September 6 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Ezekiel 25-27
Key Verse – Ezekiel 25:13 Therefore thus saith the Lord GOD; I will also stretch out mine hand…
PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR STRETCHING OUT HIS HAND
Praise be to God for stretching out His hand to:
Deliver us from disaster
Drive us against destruction
Defend us from Devi’s deception
Direct us toward His delightful design
Draw us for His dominion’s destination
Ezekiel 26:20 Praise be to the Lord for
admonishing us against His terror due to our:
Unfruitfulness along our pride
Ungratefulness despite His provisions
Unproductiveness that does not prosper
Unstable personality of perverted preferences
Uselessness, propelled by unfaithfulness in praying
Ezekiel 27:26 Praise be to the Saviour
for being the Source of perfect beauty:
Brightening us by His beams triumphantly
Building us upon His braces of truthfulness
Bestowing us with His blessings along our trust
Buttressing us along His Bible for brave testimony
Boosting our bountifulness toward blissful thanksgiving. Amen!
September 6, 2024
Form: Alliteration
Running through the galaxy,
My wings stretch out behind.
With fear comes out a dreadful scream,
Is this secret really mine to find?
I ponder on it with diligence,
To make the answers more secure.
The lights sparkle with suspense,
Making my case less unsure.
So I soar high out through the sky,
Glancing consistently left and right.
With elegance I swiftly do fly,
As to not be late to this fight.
I see the conclusion of my battle,
The answers fill up inside my mind.
Does coming clean mean you tattle,
When it is a supposed friend you find.
I know that telling the truth is higher ground,
So therefore I graciously give forth what I found.
Form: Rhyme
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