BIO 9
The key to my poetry by choice
reciting poetry by human voice
Ear to ear a unique happening
experiential unrepeatable unfolding
To the theatre went me and my pal
For a concert that turned out to be swell
We listened to a fab lady singer
Who left us with memories that linger.
The singer came down the steps, off the stage
A request to the audience she made
"Would someone wish to come and sing for me"
It was me put my hand up instantly.
Agreed I’m no singer, but it was dark
I sang out loud from somewhere in my heart
It was a magical moment in time
The enchanted night was meant to be mine.
I’d had the best hours of my life ever
Unrepeatable moments to treasure
People came to dance with me in the aisle
Saying I should be on stage all the while.
It was my moment, never to repeat
'Twas sensational, to say the very least
That momentous night still stays in my head
The unrepeatable moment, so blessed, so blessed.
The clock's black hand, a surgeon's knife,
Slices the present from the past.
This singular, particular life
Is made of moments that don't last.
The way the light fell on the wall,
A certain slant of afternoon,
The sound of nothing, and then all
The quiet rising of the moon.
The coffee's steam, a spiral drawn
Between your fingers and your lips,
Before the fragile thread is gone,
Before the final, cooling sips.
The laughter that we cannot hold,
That spills like coins from a ripped purse,
A story someone briefly told,
For better, or for worse.
We try to trap it, press it flat
In photographs or yellowed pages,
A captured fly in amber, that
Defies the turning of the ages.
But it's a ghost, a mimicry,
A hollow where the sound has fled.
The only truth is: this, for me,
For you, for now. Then gone. Then dead.
So let the unrepeatable be
A sharp and startling, sweet surprise.
Not something to be caught, but see
With full acceptance in your eyes.
And then release it, let it flow
Back to the river it came from.
The only way to keep it? Know
Its beauty is it will not come
Again.
The effect for me? Just unrepeatable.)
Tomorrow is a rumor, far off, distant.
Yesterday is a dream you'd rather forget.
Be here, right now, with nothing to be missed.
The clock ticks; it's tocks won't wait, so inhabit it.
Be there inside the neck of the hourglass,
to feel the sand grains slide through your fingers.
Not as a bystander, watching time fade away,
but as a soul willing to stand in the rain,
feeling each unrepeatable plink gather
into rivulets of contemplation,
streaming to glisten as tears down your face.
Connecting dots is gathering
the quiet movements of time,
moments scattered like sparks
across the map of a life.
Each dot stands alone at first,
its own small universe,
a single breath of experience
waiting to find its place.
But slowly, they drift together,
forming constellations of memory,
galaxies built from seconds,
minutes, hours, days,
weeks, months, years,
and the long stretch of decades.
Patterns emerge from the chaos,
simple lines growing into
complex shapes of who we are.
A universe takes form,
unique, unrepeatable,
drawn from every choice,
every joy, every wound.
Yet the world around us
shapes the way we connect them.
Society, environment, circumstance,
they bend the lines,
shift the angles,
challenge the pathways
between one moment and the next.
Still, we keep tracing,
dot by dot,
until the picture becomes clear:
a life made luminous
by the way we choose
to connect our stars.
In my dream, a porthole of misty seas, I find myself anew,
My skull, a closed shell, from the shell of a celestial egg,
Together with you, I recreate you from the clay of memories,
Blowing upon you the eternal kiss of desires.
We rejuvenate for a millennium while God rests,
Allowing our souls to bloom in the dandelion of humanity,
A corporeal flower, intoxicated by hallucinatory longing and living water,
Drowned in thoughts, living your new, unrepeatable eternity.
Just as life dares to transport its soul into a corpse,
We chew words spoken before the dawn of destiny,
Foaming fortune in the fire of what was given to us,
In the spring rains, my love, our destiny will sprout.
My love will bloom even after death, within you,
In a dance of eternity, under the star-filled sky,
Dreams will guide our steps on the mysterious paths of the heart,
Wandering through metaphors, in search of the sublime truth.
elements
of
a whole
different
each time
played
recorded
impressed
or
created
improvised
ideas
thoughts
of the moment
unique
unrepeatable
aleatory
features
improvised
fragments
to introduce
variability
of
short patterns
without
coordination
a blur
of
possibilities
on
a
roundabout
of chance
Through the seasons in your life
What matters changes
In first flush of youth
Scholarly accolades count
Belonging in your social circle
The right trainers and hoodie
Maturity shifts needs and priorities
A good job,
Nice home, new car
Two point four children
A holiday in the sun
With greying temples
New desires dawn,
Focus changes
A slower burn
Less immediate
Horizons pushed farther
Appreciating each day
Of life and love
And sound knees
Marvelling at nature
And the new generations
Living the dream
No longer about material pleasures
More simple ones magnified
By the lens of time
And the knowledge
That each today is unrepeatable
And each tomorrow is precious
UNIQUE
Unparalleled going
Up above only one
Unsurpassed entity.
Unrepeatable feat.
Ultimate sole oneness.
Unbeatable ever.
Uniqueness accepted.
04/30/21
Third Place
' Pleiades U' Contest by Kim Merryman
'Open Poetry Contest' by Charlotte Puddifoot
Image that ..unique instant of time.. the presentation of which gives a sense of sudden liberation; a sense of freedom from time ... and space .. that sense ... experienced in the presence of works of art..unrepeatable.. tangible.. offering the moment.. to present one Image in a lifetime better than volumes of wordplay
Unique and One-Tracked
Experienced Solely
Unrelatable Unrepeatable
Remembered but Lost
she showered the sky in anthracite crimson and sepia
eclipsed broken pencils and crayons moulded together
took a fading snap shot in memory of what’s yet to come
a soft touch surpassed clawed grips of splintered sorrow
outlined peripheral beauty on the transcripts of passing
rescued cinnamon and ultramarine from darkness of night
as she climbed past the pinnacle of rational composure
fresh mysterious shades surpassed stark intentional hues
compounded tapestry of magical sketches into her truth
when the moon waxed in slow motion to a tune of innocence
doubts waned as evaporation dried the canvas and pattern
of unrepeatable capture of reason to emotion’s delight
she took another sip from an overflowing fountain of measure
repainted the scene from scrap books of subconscious mind
unaware of translucent epiphanies moistened on parchment
18th May 2020
Butterflies
Rays of sunlight on a crochet of colors, contrast and shapes.
Feet slowly walking; heart beating fast with excitement
Where will he be?
Eyes searching, ears listening, hands reaching, fingers clenching.
There he is.
Beautiful. Gracious. Delicate. Soft, unimaginable patterns and divine colors.
So unique, no two ever the same.
Some are caught, can be hold and admired.
Soft to the touch, an immaculate creature.
Some to stay out of reach; these are the ones we tend to visualize in our dreams.
Dream to live, to hope.
Believe it is yours to cherish.
Its beauty leaves one speechless.
Blessed with its presence, know, even as you are allowed to admire, it is not to be kept.
It is to be treated tenderly and set free.
Reminiscent of beauty and perfection.
So small and delicate; yet an impression unforgettable and unrepeatable.
Beautiful creature scintillating.
Forever, you’ll be remembered.
The world is a place of illusion,
An illusion which mortals would never comprehend
This is a place of vision, of submission
Of something they would never understand
……………………………….
Life is drama,
Without any rehearsals
Without any comma
Or any refusals
………………………..
Love is another thing
Incomprehensible
Irreversible
Unrepeatable
Unthinkable
Another common fling
…………………………..
And deatth
No words
It always pours
Never rains….
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