“In the beguiled memory the pieces of
broken dreams shape the lost love” – Quote by Poet
In your squishy hug my arms delicately turn
into the brace of heart’s enchanted urn,
set the lingering longing latent within
to sail in the river of my desire keen.
In my ardent sea the surfs of beguile
shine like pristine pearls of your smile.
With mesmeric moon-ray lattice entwined,
its sparkle splashes on my passion illumined.
In my fervent fold our formless shadows interlace,
duality mingles to oneness in fusing embrace.
Even when the ebbing time pulls you away,
in my heart eternally embellished you stay.
When in the fading gleam of twilight,
I imagine you return to my realm of delight,
I configure the lost love from the trance woken
with the subsisting shards of my dreams broken.
My love for language is the best
Yet my love for her goes far mile than that.
She lightens my heart with her smile
Even when in the nighttime, I see through her heart.
She is that- subsisting
Who makes me feel healed when drained.
I recollect the night devoured with her.
Her eyes flicker more than a diamond
Her lips are far more seducing than the pinkies
Her figure might not be the best but triggers me to the right
Her smooth pointers make me feel warm
Even in the harmattan season,
I feel I am covered in an air-conditioned season with her
I shall pronounce not her inscription,
For I know not who she is owned by
She is my conviction
For I confide in her
Even the peacock is not as peaceful as she is
Yet, She bears the name
©DR.MILLZ
If I were immortal,
the carriage of fleeting time
can’t carry my soul away
from the adoring life in the present
to the distant realm of the past
where everything acquired
gets abandoned in obscurity.
Trailing the shadow of the future,
creating the convivial flood of love,
time carries on its flow to inundate
the lavish landscape of life sculpted
in my mind where dwells dormant
the perceptible desire of perpetuity,
the deathless dream…immortality.
If I were immortal,
the entrancing memory won’t die,
subsisting enduringly in the present,
for the soaring bird of my love
will fly in the infinite firmament,
spreading the wings to embrace
the halcyon horizon of the future.
While I drift with the imperishable soul,
floating in the sublime sea of eternity,
and with the congenial wind of love,
blowing on the sanguine sail of life,
set to embark on an endless journey,
I’ll get from the stalled time,
the surreal divine gift…immortality.
________________
April 23, 2022
Contest : If I Were Immortal
Sponsored by : Anoucheka Gangabissoon
Sanctuaries, being scarce
I chose a thicket in the forest
~ subsisting on berries
Pursue a cheerful mindset, a joyful appreciation of God's many gifts. To prevent being persuaded to believe that we got the benefits when the cup was still half full, empty cups should never be used as study strategies. We need to have a positive, cheerful attitude toward God's kindness every day.
Allow light to shine.
Be god's subsisting kindness.
God's grace is boundless.
1st Place Winner
Written: August 5, 2021
A BRIAN STRAND 2 to 5 line Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
It's a sorry mind
That falls from the sky
Upside down and half blind,
Bleary eyes tell tears
Not where to go but why,
How they came to be here.
Being from a rental shelter,
Habitations made with cubes
All stacked row by row renters.
City domiciles duplex'd forever
Subsisting children excepted groups
But for the rarest, be severed.
So forgive my crazy sided heart,
It's not for less than want of love
That serious gift not all are given a part.
Resiliently
receptionist recovered
recycled report
See subdued sunbeams
Subsisting still, somewhere shine
Suffusing sunset
Trendy teenager
Trusting tie-dyeing trainee
Tee shirt total trash
Self-Subsisting-
No end,remains God’s stand!
There was a time, my young friend, when you entered a room
and greeted other people, helped camaraderie and friendship bloom
There was a day, my young friend, when you boarded a train
and talked to the passenger next to to you, in conversation sustained
There was an era, my young friend, an era of friendly association
when folks made time for one another, for mutual affirmation
There was such a time, I recall it for sure, now swept away on a tide
of digital information
~ See what's become of us, my young friend -- a shadow-people
subsisting in stark isolation
On the dark side of the sun
So hard to see beyond yourself
Too bright to see the back yard
Of the stars behind the curtain
Behind the mind of time
Are oceans really on the sun?
The forest for the trees exposed
Hides other life forms dressing up
In purple skins of nitroglycerin
Globes covered in raw happy light
Explode their particles to the stars
Rays of rain, subsisting on a solar song
Small objects rounding out the day
Drops of water turn to cosmic mist
Pulsing lights surf on raw waters energy
The proof is in believing everything is wet
Not water in the purest sense adrift
Cast more water on troubled water?
Oceans away the concept seems absurd
Seen through telescopic lenses end
If you must cast aspersions then
See mysteries around the corner
---------------Bend--------------------
Shadows know their way around
Crueler things found in the dark
A dispersion of light bursts forth
Reflectively genuflecting to sight
The other side of midnight dawns
Certainly without a drop of water
The dark side of the sun moves on
There Is A Darkness
there is a darkness
stalks us all
denials damsel
in distress
seeking refuge
in feigned faith
blanketed
in folds
of fate.
There is a darkness
seeking light
within the crease
of creeping night
devoid
of metronomic pace
subsisting on
discarded grace.
There is a darkness
humankind
looming over
peace
nothing
learned
nothing
to teach
John G. Lawless
©2/4/2018
FRIDAY FEELING
Since I was seven
Friday feeling, so special.
Saturday ahead.
Flavor of holiday peeps.
Sweet fragrance igniting thrill
On higher study,
Happy Friday feelings changed.
Classes over week
No break. So! Friday feeling
got transformed on Saturday.
On service, Friday
came gorgeous glorious,
giving two off- days,
both Friday and Saturday.
Sweet scent of full bloom flower
flowing from Friday morning.
Onward so engaged!
Work-work-work! Raising children,
caring career.
Work subsisting on week end.
Friday feelings were just changed.
Reached last phase of life.
All rest, no work making dull
Reminiscence of thrill,
Most special Friday feeling
failing to find its lost place.
02/25/18
'Friday feeling' Contest by Silent One.
Concrete and Tarmac
Betwixt concrete grey and tarmac blackness
creeps the wand’ring eye of lazy sunrise
drawing inland sweet hint of windblown fresh
awakening the breaking surf’s curled sighs
blue docks echo a seagulls lonely cries
grounded beneath dark ever shifting skies
Red eyes survey commuters as they pass
long tails and oily hair in silent haste
reflected in stores high end looking glass
first streaking rays of sunrise breaking chaste
upon the heated scowl of brownstone face
glaring at a history time disgraced
Purveyors of a stream of urban wealth
small businesses subsisting day to day
seek sustenance ‘neath Wall Street’s wily stealth
hard fortunes made and lost on shell game tray
cold suits and leather bags too soon passe
how soon the predator becomes the prey
Alas, concrete and tarmac, faded pawns,
await the rise and fall of breaking dawns
©1/21/2018
submitted to – Urban Sonnet – Poetry contest
sponsor – Laura Loo
my faith… tested
each day young life lost.. sadness
why not me... I’ve lived
the taste of life…
once sweet… delicate now… gone sour
final hours… close
~
raw facts of life… pain…
rapture… if treated with care
putting wrongs to right
~
project Mars… a dream…
Kids Radio Talk… their planning
journeys into space
~
galaxies…. beyond
infinity… life who knows
possibilities
~
wish upon a star
no… wish about a star…
then you will survive
~
white cliffs… limestone life
extinct… extant… habitat
seek and ye shall find
~
look to the stars
do you see a future
in the past…
~
garden of Eden
what if it had been true
no chance subsisting
~
past failures
should be lessoned learned by all
what went wrong
~
sunlight… slipping… gone
darkness on its own… blinding
bats conquered…. echoes
~
thunder rumbling,
echoes born of lightning
as was all earth' life
~
the plopping frogs
breaking water tension
beware of showers
~
beware of showers
breaking water tension
the plopping frogs
How can I live
Marooned in an island of sheep and wolves
Where subsisting depends on cash and brawn?
How can I be rescued
When those to rescue me mistaken my cry
For the bleat of a ram to be hacked for their luncheon?
How can I be at ease
In this volatile ambience sweltering
With mercurial substances of hate, revenge, envy?
How can I feel free
When schools and houses of god nurture pythons
In their wild and sneaky lifestyle to swallow me?
How can I sleep
In this pitch darkness all around infested
By ghosts, witchcrafts, monster, occultists, outlaws?
Though I walk
In this valley of the shadow of death
I fear no death, for death is with me!
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