She grabbed my hand and pulled me through everything I couldn't see or feel.That's when life struck me for the first time.
We fell to the ground, staring at the sky.That's when the sky struck me for the first time.
The way she looked at me was more powerful than her touch.That's when a pair of eyes struck me.
I watched her hair dance in the air.
That's when the importance of the wind struck me.
The day I saw her do the same for someone who wasn't me,
that's when jealousy struck me.
A conversation where everything I felt became the problem—
that's when my flaws struck me.
Sitting alone in the place where we once fell together,
that's when melancholy struck me.
And lying in bed, seeing her face every night before sleep,
that's when love struck me.
Star-struck is my heart indeed
God grants great mercy and grace*
Since He always meets our need
Let's win in running life's race.
Good news yon stars we ought to share
Compassion, kindness and peace
Let's show our sincere care
Marked with love that does not cease.
As stars with unique radiance reign
Let's persist in our roles to prevail
Vanquishing hypocrisy's strain
Allowing truth to shine without fail.
Glowing bright midst divine stars' light
We spread cheer to all, smiting gloom
Inspiring others with joy's delight
Let's radiate nurturing bloom.
*Ephesians 2:4-5But God, who is rich in mercy, for his great love wherewith he loved us, Even when we were dead in sins, hath quickened us together with Christ, (by grace ye are saved).
April 29, 2026
edited on August 27, 2026
8th place, "In the Stars by The Rolling Stones" Poetry Writing Premiere Contest
Sponsored by Robert James Liguori; judged on 9/7/2026
An entry for the Parent's Love poetry contest
The moon has never cast a fairer beam
Than that upon this face before me seen.
Luminescent angel, are you mine
Or did you fall from heaven, child divine?
Of all Thy glorious works my heart has treasured
This portrait has by endless fathoms measured
Depths of priceless praise beyond this realm.
I am speechless, breathless, weeping, overwhelmed.
As if by moon-lit radiance revealed
I see through Heaven's eyes your worth and feel
So unworthy, yet transformed beneath these stars
Smitten here with love, seeing who you really are.
Fatherhood's epiphany is this:
To behold His masterpiece and know this bliss.
I finally see, "In His image" and applaud
That the gift of gifts is children, sent by God.
Sifting through the bargain clothes
At the bargain store
She was tall as the sky
Covered in marks of life
Creating her own blue song
Through poetic motion
She radiated mystery
Shining the light I need
the light I want to be
She must be a product of magic
She must see through another realm
No need for words
Her spirit is where reality blurs
Forever writing her own blue song
Through perpetual poetic motion
She radiates the mystery
She is the very light I need
the light I want to be
Love,they say has many a cloudy nomenclature
Lang of metaphors and figures of virtual stature;
Those who resort to it live in the wild cavern
Of blown up false images and chronic concern;
An enigma that makes one go out of oneself!
Romeo and Juliet have left behind the Mawn--
Tall claims and a bright aura around Eros's crown
Have not many been tossed and whirled across
The endless yards of the illusion pursuing dross,
Leaving the chaser sapless , febrile and thirsty..?
Who is wiser :Narcissus who loved himself more
Or Echo who killed herself to dote and adore..?
Strangely, the height and depth of fond limerence
Has no meter or measure to gauge its reverence;
May true intent prevail ,aye over the strong urge !
When death struck
I was rowing in a narrow fjord, and the sea was calm
Then the rocks fell into the water, disturbing the peace
I rowed on
Until a part of the mountain fell, forming a gigantic wave
I was lifted riding the wave and saw a village disappear.
The boat splintered, but I was safe.
I looked down into the village, people coming out, not knowing
They were dead. I saw them dissolve, becoming drips of water
Before they ran into the sea, who was the mother
I kept on walking and came to a valley of roses, and they knew nothing
Of the tragedy that befell the people in the fjord.
I built a house in the belief that here, the sea would never reach me.
Still a child at heart
tho' older are some other parts
and only for a lark
back to my childhood here I hark
I remember a rhyme
in the far reaches of my mind
hickory dickory dock
the mice ran up the clock
the clock struck one
the mouse fell down
luckily the plucky other ducked
shucked and jived
escaped survived
got out alive
and ran away
to live another day
with relief and laughter
happily ever after
hickory dickory dock
sun struck laborers....come home to nightfall bread
repose in his kingdom
At twelve forty-five, the clock struck one,
and when it had seen what it had done,
after sixty more minutes flew,
that timekeeper struck two.
It never learned, next to the shelf:
"Always keep your hands to yourself",
so, it continued its violent spree.
An hour later, it struck three.
Reinforcements came through the door -
but, too late, that timepiece struck four.
We could only hope to stay alive,
when Big Bad Ben struck five.
We knew we were in a terrible fix
when that chronometer struck six.
Three went to hell, four to heaven,
when that outsized watch struck seven.
The FBI came to investigate
when that mad sundial struck eight.
The national guard stood in a line,
and the ticking demon struck nine.
I prayed it would never happen again.
Just then, the awful beast struck ten.
When I cast my eyes up to heaven,
that hunk of gears struck eleven.
Into the hour's nature, my mind did delve,
as the clock, time's agent, struck twelve.
A riddle: how much blood did it spill?
Seventy-eight, it would kill.
And now, by order of fate's decree,
time is racing after me.
So, when I hear the clock strike one.
I know it's time to run.
Some love never seen
They are felt and unexplained
But it hits you more.
He stood before me
a beacon casting light
that kept me burning.
How we wished to be
in perfect harmony
in body and spirit,
transcending all bounds.
As he gazed on my face,
I saw waves of emotion
rise and crash
in his deep almond eyes,
and I became a river
hurtling down to join
the mighty current.
When he whispered to me,
honeyed words of passion
in the enormity of silence,
I blossomed
into
a red tulip
of love.
As he played on the strings
of my heart's violin,
I got tuned
into an alluring
symphony.
When he held my palms,
I evolved into
a beautiful painting
on a blank canvas.
When he cupped my face
to stamp on my lips
the seal of love,
I became
a flitting
butterfly.
When he lifted me up
in his arms,
all the stars came down
to see the spark in my eyes
wondering if it outdid
their combined luster
I continued looking deep into his eyes
and he into mine,
our souls mingling and melding
in a sensuous indulgence!
Watching the Winter Olympics from afar
I wish I were an ice-skating star
To soar and twirl, leap up to the sky ~
in empty indoor rinks in July
Holding hands love struck
dancing in the rain romance
lipstick imprints left
Stare at people
And say nothing
And then they
Fall in love.
You found two gold
The one she's wearing
The other one
In their wedding rite.
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