Lowered shades
on searching eyes
blue sky greyed
by clouded mind
reliving segment
uncurved by life
fleeting joy
of passerby smile
immersing self
in pool of regrets
tears undried
words unsaid
waves of mind
resurfacing rancor
memory fragments
not circled by time
grace blown ashes
uncovering fire
wiping tears dry
warming heart's ice
igniting soul
to reflect God's light
pulling ego reins
from past to now
on saddle of present
Spirit guided
chiming joy
of unfolding life
rainbow of flowers
birds' new arrival
heart overflowing
sweetness of pardon
obsession with past
like dew in the sky
soul and body
in unison
magnetized
spinning around
truth
of cycling life
with hope of ice tears
sparkling to smiles
Ninth Place Winner- Brian Stand: Premiere Contest 1475-5/26/26
Tired as a dog from his day at the office
Dad plopped down on the couch at home
stretched his arms and sighed a deep sigh --
Just looking at him, you were tired to the bone
Five-year-old Sollie came over to snuggle, but
Dad turned on the tube and pulled out the paper
Paid no attention to his precious son's whimpers
Told him, "I'm busy now, son; I'm in no mood for your capers."
Little Sollie went away to his room and he cried
Couldn't understand Dad's bad mood --- Why? Why? Why?
So he returned to the couch, his tears still undried
And this is what he said; I swear it's no lie:
"Dad I know you're in a bad mood
But I got news for you that's good --
Here's something I know you're just wishin' and hopin'
Look outside Dad: it's not dark yet. The park is still open!"
October 30, 2019
2 to 12 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Beth Evans
If only you knew
If maybe you tried
You’d no longer stew
Over towels, undried
Perhaps you could see
If you opened your eyes
What lives inside me
And feeds me these lies
I think, if you cared
You’d lend me your ears
And cease to compare
Yours and my fears
But what do I know
I’m one of the weak
So that’s why I chose
To go back to sleep
a . = a ~
A salmon run is one of the places to find pearl dew. Dried or undried it is nonetheless stunning in it's composition. Compositions create calling cream. And a dough ball is neither a dream nor a daring drop. It is to be said that one single itemised inked out informant is an information infant. And still the deep fried rice dish bubbles in merrymaking and mirth and is so awesome for otherwise stagnant non smiling cracker breads to rise and tinkle dance upon the side board. Many a kitchen is many a secret sound. Akin to a school but without lessons. Currants climbing created credits. And a circulating captain bird arrives with bits of bread, a harp, a lute, a little jellyfish and a belly dancing buffalo. Sink that into a vase then stand and admire the constitutional composition. And all the while the wild eyed egg is playing hoop da loop with the rye, beans, chips and chickens. But only at sixteen minutes past seven. Hahaha moonbeam moving making meals. Metallic music making mathematical models. Haha modem may mean many times a frog hop. Xxxxx sharp shark angle. Xxxx conditionality zzzzzx
There's a girl in the mirror, I wonder who she is?
Sometimes I think I know her, sometimes I wish I did
When she looks back at me I can see she hurts inside!
Way too much pain & too many goodbyes
She smiles with all that she has left, yet tears are left undried
And although she has got so much today, she bottles it up inside
If you look past her broken eyes to a shadow that no-one can see
It's a disguise that you won't recognise,
That girl is really me!!!
Hopes and dreams laid aside
Gifts unopened, tears undried
A life of promise, so much to fill
How could this be..my God’s will?
So much unsaid, so much love to give
From us both if you had lived
Talks and advice I would love to share
Of things on which we both did care
Life and love, all things to attend
Baseball, music, being with friends
So many things that you could be
My life I would give for you to see
My greatest fear was to lose my son
Now I’ve lost him my fear has gone
There’s nothing left for me to fear
I’ve lost the one I held so dear
The worst is over, the horror is past
The thing I feared most has happened at last
No more do I worry, no more do I care
Nothing can hurt when a heart isn’t there
I’ve been through hell and survived somehow
Nothing else can touch me now
There’s nothing to fear of life to come
I lost it all when I lost my son
Do not give thought to your stagnant place.
Everyone has their station in life.
No matter if you've been told other wise.
In the scheme of things you will earn your place in life.
A certificate from the furthest dark of toil.
Ink undried, think in kind, link in time.
From the filthiest of soil.
Endurance patients wealth POVERTY
All in all, the same.
We are as strong as the weakest link of
The chain.
It must be entrained. The bark is worst
Than the bite.
But if there is refrain, let logic come
To the LIGHT of the flame of life.
Every soul has there glory.
Everyone has their turn.
Let no lesson go unlearned.
Let the child befriend the RHYME.
Learn them wrong from WRITE.
Everyone has their station in life.
The stricken even amid the strife.
May the MIGHTY help the weak to
Thrive.
Keep your bearing, no matter what you're hearing.
IGNITE THE NIGHT.
Do not give up the fight. SURVIVE!
I stood on a stage where I assumed I couldn't be fixed...
I thought a broken heart was the end as my clock ticked...
Then the curtains were raised and I saw many that were the same...
Through words and frienships I could erase the blame...
I wiped away reflections that haunted my walls...
But I built up wisdom for the next time it falls...
Left with a heart made with undried tears and invisable cracks...
But a stronger soul that stays intact...
Strange as it may seem I need the pain...
Because when all is well it keeps me sane...
ARROW REVERTED
The arrow that was shot in the air
It sure fell into earth
But nowhere to be found during that day
As the night came hurriedly
And snows heavily
That the sun outshined the next day
It rose behind array of mountain green
The snow melts, now found
The arrow broke into two
Reverberating a message that never was
Causing eyes’ tears undried
And swallowed in a Pandora box.
Pandora Box (In Greek Mythology) The box that contained all ills of mankind. Pandora opened it out of curiosity and the ills escaped into the world leaving only hope.
A sinner's cross I climb
In derision planted, dry
His tracks undried yet lingers clean
I drench in remorse serene
Vinegar I lap
Vinegar his lips declined
In a corner lonley life expelled
I shall, into the host, incline
Midst merciless foreign eyes
A body dishonored falls
Harsh, the sentence to my guilt
My Jesus, embrace this soul.
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