In a world where I do not exist, poetry lies.
My progeny disappears - there are no words.
Exists not a pair of green eyes, only the wind sighs
at that particular point when angels are birds.
In a world where I do not exist, air is arms,
fleshless, without compassion, unfelt. Steam
enfolds those I’d have esteemed with my coat of arms.
I’d be nobody at all, not even a forlorn dream.
In a world where I do not exist, I do not serve.
There is only one me with my speciality.
The sick, dying, those crying, get not what they deserve.
This time and place features an abnormality.
In a world where I do not exist, even my ancestors
are forgotten. Who exists to remember their stories?
How is their time filled, those honeymoon trimesters?
My name, my soul, my spot has naught its glories.
Has my husband found another honey or died?
In a world where I do not exist, can my soulmate strut?
Perhaps and rightly so, he believes that poetry lied.
Alone, forgotten, divorced, devoid of he knows not what?
Categories:
trimesters, life,
Form: Rhyme
This is my true story:
I am a dream
I flow from the depths of Bliss.
Creating schemes and systems without cognition,
cell by cell, I became a numinous zygote,
I'm wonderfully made!
I came through a body, a body.
Then, began the inoculations,
profane verses
dangling from those gifted with mind,
insisting that I was fascinated by them,
but,
they weren't mine,
these hands, my hands.
16 yrs ago I was diagnosed with breast cancer in 3rd stage. I did a lot of meditation, 3 miles daily walks and wrote a few poems, this is one of them.
Categories:
trimesters, appreciation, baby, bible, birth,
Form: Free verse
gliding through its ripples breaking the stillness
in harmony paddling with my ancestors
serene other than a loon's call as witness
gaging the span of mountains by trimesters
a sunrise about to make its grand entrance
closing my eyes as to trade furs feels intense
ageless today there is no one keeping time
river sun mountains clouds paddling paradigm
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on January 31, 2019 for contest MY PLACE MULTI-PART EASTER PRIZES sponsored by CAROLYN DEVONSHIRE
on August 6, 2018 for contest AUGUST 2018 PREMIERE sponsored by BRIAN STRAND
and July 9, 2018 for contest PICTURE ME A SUMMER RISPETTO sponsored by BARRY STEBBINGS
Categories:
trimesters, mountains, nature, spiritual, surreal,
Form: Rispetto
here in our country,
people suffer in cancer.
it's industrial prism.
no one can't get away.
one has hired just last year,
then see what it'll turn.
after three trimesters,
a new life will appear.
this pandemic illness.
of somebody's flesh.
cling to one another's,
set an immoral quest.
this world has carried over,
with the hand of a beasts.
and he who obeys him,
will taste the sweetness of defeat.
single or married women,
can be fell on this trap.
inside the cave of a lion,
all its wanted is lust.
people using people,
rulers must play their role.
to stop filling the bowl of trash.
Aiyah_025
philosophical
Entry poem for :Giorgio V.'s Impress me with a small poem V (Yay)
** 2nd Place Winner**
Categories:
trimesters, business, cancer, environment, lust,
Form: Personification
It was eleventh day of December,
When heaven sent me a gift.
A precious gem I can treasure,
Until the last breath I take.
Ten years ago I reckon,
A stranger love stole my dream.
A vernal life I still fulfill,
was now written in Petals of Dream.
With no regrets and time to blame,
I embraced the future about to bring.
Tha hardest task that one should take,
a motherhood I've never been prepared..--
Until one morning I felt excruciating pain,
after long three trimesters that we're together,
It's like one whole day of dancing in the fire,
I had my newfound happiness sent by angels.--
Everyone can receive a luxury gifts,
a brilliant jewelries,a roundtrip cruise in earth.
But this gift I have received has a value nothing can replace,
My first ever daughter,Nina Ahyaessa Charlotte was her name.
***HAPPY 10TH birthday to my 1st daughter,Ahye****
Categories:
trimesters, birthday, child, mother,
Form: Bio