there's a gentleness in the trade winds
dancing in the palm fronds
just beyond my balcony
where lie the rolling waves
kneading the shore
pelicans gliding those crests aloft
as the magnificent frigates glide above
rare occasions the dolphins debut
racing always southward
past the river and into the bay
thrilling the surfers on the long wave
to have such ocean brethren at play
and the later delights from this view
the setting sun in a disappearing glow
watching continually for that moment
the last gasp of the green flash
but by far my favorite, the descending moon
submerging into a silver highway
a path that beckons me to the other side
where you watch it rise
and as i watch it go
i find happiness in knowing
the joy it brings to one i loved
and still do
the absent one from this balcony
Oregon 9/25/26
The day demands too many answers,
but the night asks for nothing at all.
It arrives like a slow, dark tide,
submerging the sharp edges of the world
in shades of ink and indigo.
There is a quiet grace to the shadows.
They do not judge, nor do they rush;
they simply stretch across the floor,
holding space for the thoughts
that are too delicate for the sun.
To watch the stars from a dark room
is to understand the beauty of distance.
The universe speaks in a visual language,
a slow, hypnotic dance of light
that only the patient ever truly see.
-S0ME0NE
Blessed to be part of God's open-theatre
But a weather whiplash created a havoc
My innocent joy evaporated
My lean body quivered by the violent winds
Pitter! Patter! It started pouring down
The winds added fuel to the storm
Sturdy trees prostrated on the ground
Accepting their defeat in the duel
It flooded all over submerging me
Luckily, the flow took a quick diversion
By dawn, the level dropped down to my neck
And I could see the limpid firmament
Noticed a ray like a sharp needle
Came out penetrating the stretched blue denim
Over the moon! I was spellbound by sunlight!
Place: 3 rd
ART VALUES
thoughts
submerging
to
settle
appearances
growing
intertwined
with
illustrated
relationships
passionate
longings
in
the
intense
personal
melancholic
obsessions
displayed
My life changed forever after Xavier told me the following…
He has a wooden boat
check carefully for termites
and dry rot
before he takes you out
upon the waters of the lake.
Is a slow leak better
than a fast fill and submerging
dead is dead
but do you want to agonize
the inevitable?
Find a spot of sunshine
even when hopelessness is near,
warmth is sanguine
you will still die
but perhaps you won’t mind
…as much.
The Cold Facts of Life**
In her own eyes, she was a flawless woman, embodying grace and beauty so perfectly that many around her often mistook her for a goddess, revered by those less privileged. Yet, beneath this polished exterior lay a vulnerable heart, one that yearned for genuine connection. It was during a picturesque summer at Lake George, with its shimmering waters and enveloping nature, that the man of her dreams swept into her life like a tempest. He stole away her innocence, submerging her in the cold depths of the lake, both physically and emotionally, leaving her feeling heavy with the weight of lost virtue.
As she reflected on her experiences, it became painfully clear that too often, shadows obscure our true vision. Infatuation, with its thrilling highs and intoxicating allure, had led her to confuse mere attraction with real love. Now, standing at a crossroads, she recognized the irony of being impeccable yet careless. Through her journey, she transformed into a living testament to the harsh realities of love, confronting the cold facts that life had laid before her.
And there was the silence.
Not Darkness!
Just the silence
Submerging me into a wave of nothingness
THE SILENCE SPOKE.
Awakening my mind in a dream of a thousand woke
My soul from the realm of the living it began to invoke
On me reality began to envelope Fading illusions, truth’s bitter cloak
In the quiet, my heart broke
So I Lost
I Lost to my mute
I Lost
I Lost all hope
I Lost
I Lost to cope.
in one dream this poet saw a horrific scene
where i was sitting on top of the house
and yet water had reached that high
submerging everything in its way
in the same dream,
i saw a child getting washed away
while his mother screaming for help, ready to jump
to rescue but is held back by others
this poet tried to jump
but my hands were tied in a chain
as i helplessly watched with tears in my eyes
i saw the child drown to the river bed
Africa,
The undiluted genealogy of humanity and humility
The undisputed abode of nature
Surrounded by wild bushes, forests, winding rivers,
Uncountable mountains, endless valleys, sacred hills
And unasailable caves
The breeding ground for crocodiles, Gorilla's, Lions, Buffalo's
And unquantifiable exotic animals
The domicile of moonlight tales;
Tales laced with valor and splendor
Africa,
Where the stars and the moon defiantly compete
To outshine, and out manoeuver each other
And Sunshine and rain are a constant menace
The home of Kings and Queen's
Where the resonance of unquenchable laughter
Mimics the reverberating clap of thunder
Drowning and submerging the echoes of war and famine
Like a sinking submarine.
chances of me leaving home
chances of me donning blues
chances of me wearing a flight suit
chances of me being chosen
to carry the sports flag
chances of me staying
what chance do I have to find love
chances of living a life apart
from what I had known
chances of being whistled at by ships
chances of the greatest adventure of my life
chances of boogie boarding the Pacific
chances of kittens
yes, kittens…mom wasn’t a fan
chances of tempura and teriyaki
chances of children in muumuus and leis
chances of sunshine and rainy season days
chances motor pedaling a bit far away
what we won’t do when we are pinch-cheek young
chances of wading, submerging, merging
with (parrot- butterfly- trigger- trumpet- ) fish; and tangs
chances of Hanauma reef and frozen peas
chances of being half a world away
chances of my son finding love in Guam
chances of my daughters marrying Southerners
chances of happiness
chances of me leaving home
I want to curl up into a ball, under a rock
and just be forgotten.
I don't want to take up space anymore
I've watched myself die 1,000 different ways
while gazing at the reflection in the mirror
Pupils different sizes, and what could be a permanent frown
Fill up the bath - submerging myself
holding my breath underwater
wishing I'd just fade away
Fade away into the nothingness
I already feel.
Somber slate clouds blanket the longing skies,
whilst wisps of snow paint the frozen ground below.
Ombre leaves barrenly speckle slumbering trees,
glistening sheets of ice coat their fading existence.
Another bitter winter blows in,
like thistle tangling around forsaken irises.
Threads of changing seasons cling to my coat.
Taking a deep breath, I exhale, watching it hang in the evening air.
“Anywhere but here” rings in my head.
Empty coldness soaks into my soul,
as an icy blue-white depression takes hold.
Loneliness rests upon abandoned courtyards;
decaying rose petals become fossils
between layers of winter’s aquamarine verglas,
bathed by the snowglow of another illuminated midnight.
Death’s cold fingers trace my spine,
submerging me further into the gelid grip of despair,
massacring any hope of escape from this torment.
Oh ! what hollow lives we lead
Gazing at our screens
Like robots on automation
Avoiding human contact
Losing touch with nature
Basking in the sunlight
Or submerging in moonbeams
Dancing with the waves
Or playing on the greens
In the digital world
We flirt with virtual lovers
Far from reality
Who are not what they seem
Oh! What a facade
What a hollow existence we live!
On one cozy night
I was home alone
All by myself in my bed
In solidarity I resided
Sobering over my thoughts
Hoping for breakthrough and more.
It was thought of elevation
Being down for too long
Without a lover and friends
Craving for success
This strange feeling submerging
My thoughts and memories.
Arose a voice within
A voice in my head says
When you're looking outside
You're dreaming
But when you look within
You're awake and ready.
brilliance bona fide in redolent skies
keen red submerging, clementine twilight
sunflowers show-offs of the waning sun
wedged within burnt orange escarpments
swifts of volcanic horizon in desert crags
old West crush corralled in surround-hugs
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