To plant is to trust
to cast one bright kernel down
into the unknown—
hope kneeling beside turned soil,
believing plant will unfurl.
Within seed's dry shell
a germ of much potential
lies folded, asleep—
entire trees are stored within,
whole forests in furrowed rows.
Seed must push toward
both the dark and light at once—
downward, upward, drawn
in twin rituals of yearning,
shoots and roots yen protracted.
Rain wakes the kernel
with a baptism immersion
unwinding the scroll-
whispering that time has come
to supplant sowing and grow
Two green palms unfold—
cotyledons greeting light
with trembling delight
two hands cupped up enlightened,
enlivened, become alive.
No one compares (to you)
I cry myself to sleep almost every night
since you took my heart away
I try to tell myself... that it's alright
I can live for one more day
Everywhere I go, things remind me of you
the whispers on the breeze,
My sorrow paralyzes, what can I do?
it brings me to my knees
Chorus
There's no solace in my day to day
since you took my heart away
Grief supplants my joy in all I do
'cause no one compares...
no one compares to you
I go alone now to our favorite place
I think of what you'd do
No one else exists, all I see is your face
I don't know what is true
Chorus
There's no solace in my day to day
since you took my heart away
Grief supplants the joy of all I do
'cause no one compares...
no one compares to you
For the prince song contest song inspired by Nothing compares to you
June 11,2025
The? ?healing? ?silence?
?Prompt from
Mid-american Tragedy. Denise Levertov
The? ?breeze? ?supplants? ?my? ?noisy? ?thoughts? ?with? ?empty? ?susurration.?
Softly? ?lapping? ?waves? ?mark? ?passing? ?time.? ?
My? ?seclusion? ?is? ?punctuated? ?by? ??t?he? ?cry? ?of? ?gulls.?
?
I? ?lament? ?the? ?approach? ?of? ?an? ?animated? ?family?,
they? ?sound? ?the? ?death? ?knell? ?to? ?my? ?salty? ?silence.? ?
I? ?quietly? ?grieve.? ?
The? ?familial? ?explorers? ?depart? ?for? ?new? ?discoveries?. ?
I resume? my? ?isolation?,
and the healing silence.
11 March 2022
I
Back home, I walk watering plants
Look to the hills, lifted up by His Hand
Busy painting another make-believe land
The hills, whence Help all evil supplants
Daylight dwindles, and as darkness descends
Night wakens, and clouds of hungry bats take
flight, hunting moths fluttering in the pale
moonlight, before Dawn ushers in daybreak.
Dew, like a trillion teardrops, falls right on
cue, and ebony supplants a sky of
blue; as the horizon blushes scarlet
while unveiled stars start to twinkle above.
WOMAN I
"The woman is delicate from the egg, and an idea that does not freeze.
It is a yellow rose that has and knows the right moment of enjoyment and
service. "
WOMAN II
"The woman knows the offspring that springs from her and that supplants any
technology that science invents, and man does not create
When just a child the poet's mom said "Son
Throughout your life beware the sin of pride
Remember this when every day is done
What counts the most is who you are inside"
At first he thought his mother's words unfair
For recognition surely has its place
In time he witnessed prideful thoughts can flare
When undue adulation supplants grace
The poet took to heart his mother's words
Too many accolades can turn your head
Vainglory flits away on wings of birds
What's left is mostly emptiness and dread
Life immersed in modest exhibition
Satisfied with honorable mention
I amble along paths
rutted deeply
In the life
that I have fashioned.
All pine for sunny days
of warmth and hope, but now
an aura tinged with fugue supplants
and haunts me with its specter.
For in the end, what I desire
simply does not matter. The fuse
is lit; the bomb goes off, and pieces
of me now are lying everywhere.
Crushed by the fickle hand of fate:
collapsing dreams crumble away.
And abandoned, to fear and hate,
an emptiness; consumes my day.
Walking blind, convinced I can see:
cascading doubts, fracture my heart.
And challenging what defines me,
anxieties; rip me apart.
All alone and bullied by fears,
lingering hopes, swiftly depart.
And I drown in a pool of tears,
as feelings of loneliness start.
Forsaking promises of youth,
it's like the world is in my face.
And as deceit supplants the truth,
I question why my birth took place.
I've grown accustomed to the pain
of being hurt by foe and friend.
And on the fringes of disdain,
I'm thankful that life has an end.
May refreshes Nature—once more
awakening our taste for love.
With Spring's arrival, spirits soar
as high as the heavens above.
Wildflowers sprout into the bright,
rich, majestic colors of Spring.
While green grass supplants Winter's white,
sparking songbirds to tweet and sing.
Gathering canes of wild roses,
we'd weave wreaths to hang on the door.
And girls in sensual poses
had all the boys begging for more.
Joy-filled sounds of laughter and play,
were part of Spring festivities.
And my memories of Mayday
include all such activities.
The body divided
In undeclared war
Where personal image
Supplants what life’s for
A truth that’s misleading
But not quite a lie
Controlling direction
Avoid the word “Why”
Lofty high ladders
That lead to “Success”
Propped on the family
A terrible stress
A silent decision
I’m better than you
Truth falls by the wayside
It won’t always do
Can a people divided
Survive such malaise
What is in truth
A “Social Disease”
The cancer cares not
For the patient’s demise
Selfish to the end
The cancer too dies
From time to time the mould gets broken,
And shatters into unspoken pieces. Chaos,
The lack of form, supplants the frozen norm.
Relief is sweet, like breathing out a stone.
Each time I stagger to my dizzy feet and climb
back out of that grinding sausage machine,
opening doors, energy forms, release me
Into a wave of darkness and dreams.
Until, invisible hands, guide me, pull me
Urge me forward, until I can hear
the call, clearly and beyond all doubt,
I jump, I fall, I feel her waiting arms
and disappearing from all, until,
possessed, I am in her hands now.
A pulchritudinous creature
Oblivious to the turmoil
Stirred in a young mans chest
Tamed the beast in me
Sublimating me
From my true desires
Quelling the fires
Redirecting my passions
Reemploying my sexual energy
So we partake
Of the socially acceptable
Exercise our creative bent
Until the time is right
That blessed moment
When love supplants lust
And passions flame can burn
You can knock on every door but you can't get in,
you can run in races but you're not allowed to win,
you think you're cured ,but then the cancer returns,
memories fall like acid rain and you struggle while it burns.
In the darkness no one sees you, safe within your shell,
in the darkness they all seem to, leave you where you fell.
You remember every moment crystalline clear,
the feelings come upon you yet you still can't shed a tear,
no one knows anymore just what the truth is,
she still says it's her way and he still says it's his.
In the darkness no one sees you, safe inside your shell,
in the darkness there you seem to, live your private hell.
You can be whatever others want you to be,
you can wear the funny mask and it's all they'll ever see,
forever scarred, with wounds that always bleed,
soaking down into the ground as want supplants the need.
In the darkness no one sees you, safe within your shell,
in the darkness there's no need to, give your soul to sell.
Steel that fills the skies,
Steel that supplants the mighty ocean
Steel casted hearts of bravery...
These are our guardians,
Our navy, which sets a new standard,
Our Air-Forces,
That can cover the skies
of any spot on earth...
Our men, stout of heart,
Gun at the ready....
Their buddies reason enough...
To face any odds, to take
any risk...to face any death...
So their buddies survive...
This is a small sampling of the Steel
of America...
We take our time...
We try so hard...
Not to hurt innocents...
Some take this for weakness...
But that is their's...
This country is ringed by steel,
It exports its steel bite
Whereever, and whenever,
It should choose...
Think carefully,
Save a foolish,
Hasty act....
Should show you,
And those you love,
The valley of death
Is where you have wandered.
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