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Votive Candles

They come to me in phrases
in couplets newly born

Screaming from the highest places
fitted but unworn

They come to me in dreamsleep
the moon recycled new

Time released in words immortal
—scratched into the pew

(The New Room: February, 2024)

cheap mug

this mugs cheap but full of cheer

guaranteed from year to year

unworn or tired

strangely admired

budget mojo always near.

The Hidden Nature Trail

The Hidden Nature Trail

While I was hiking one soft summer morn
beside a streamlet flowing through a dale,
I found a narrow nestled path unworn 
which led me down a hidden nature trail.

I walked amongst the pine trees standing tall
along the hidden trail their shadows cast;
I heard a song bird chirp his mating call,
and reminisced sweet moments from my past.

The hidden path meandered far and near
and ended by a pond of sapphire blue 
with splashing birds and water crystal clear,
and sirens bathing in the morning dew.

   I wonder was this but a reverie,
   or is it just my secret fantasy?


November 24, 2023

Teach Me, Involve Me, and I'Ll Learn

"Tell me and I forget. 
        Teach me and I remember. 
                   Involve me and I learn." Quote By: Benjamin Franklin

My love, touch me, hold me, kiss me.
Words come easy, action I see.
Tell me, I'll forget, won't return.
Teach me, involve me, and I'll learn.

Your words melodize warms my heart,
Show me and it won't fall apart,
But absorb and warmly return.
Teach me, involve me, and I'll learn.

As we lay and  wound in the dark
Light enough kiss to start a spark,
Your gentle touch I love and yearn.
Teach me, involve me, and I'll learn.

My love, touch me, hold me, kiss me.
Years later we'll cherish you'll see
A note in my mind burns unworn.
Teach me, involve me, and I'll learn.

Wounds Are Hurtful Ifl

You belong somewhere in the vast cosmos
where the idiomatic idioms were born

I started to wonder and cry,
Lord, have mercy; this is not I.
I felt as if years had passed! along with age! farewell
oh, we soar to an infinite place to dwell.

The last goodbye was the hardest,
we never got to say our final adieu
remember how we danced near stardust?

They say that tears are a sign of weakness,
so I held back my tears
to ease the pain, I buried it in the hollows of my heart. 
 
Yet, they poured into my empty soul
tearing me apart with deep cuts
even the most idyllic love must die
was it not because of love's cries?

will leave a scar to stultify it...
I shall bleed and grieve till the wounds heal
making room for unworn pain,
to experience sorrow again.

Written: February 05, 2023

1st place contest winner 

I Felt Like Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Charles Messina

- Christmas Wish -

My candle is lit for hope and the future
                         we need to stop acting as total losers

                      Stronger than the greatest military power
                 decorate the Christmas tree with love and flowers

                      We have all failed our dream of the earth
                     count your blessings ... a new glorious birth

                 Tomorrow breaks a unworn and glorious morning
                       Gilded bells in fluffy threads as adorning


                                         Merry Christmas







20.12.2022
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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Long Ago

Long ago a star twinkled 
Across the ocean blue
It pierced my heart so
Recklessly I fell in love with you
Stranger from afar 
Ghostly and unknown 
Words that trapped my soul
Tethered and unworn
Madness and fury 
Passion and pleasure
Quilled words on paper
Better than treasure
Love poems and sonnets
Reeling my heart in
Dastardly poetic symphony
Nymphomania and sin
Trapped in your ink
Propelled by your quill
Forgotten odyssey’s 
Still give me a chill
Moonbeams of madness
Two shadows as one
On the ships bulkhead
Having some fun.

Obvious Choices

You might be riding a wave of awareness. 
Withstand, endure, suffer, and strive.
Maintain a clear mind to unworn insights and wellness.
Once you've reached your last objective.

Always remember that life isn't a level playing field.
You get what you want or need every now and again.
Despite how awful or dismal the situation appeared.
You'll get beyond anything if you just have faith then.

In moments of hardship, we bear mistakes.
It is essential to maintain a firm grip on the reins.

First Place Contest Winner 
 
Written: July 13, 2021

A Brian Strand July 18 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand

Unnoticed

The world went on without me
No one noticed at all
after I winked out
like a burned out lightbulb
the last flickers of flame
licking what little 
is left of the wick
of a dying candle
before the room goes dark
A wisp of smoke wafting
Words were all I had
to give but
no one wanted them
like the gift of an
ugly sweater 
left lying unworn  
in the box in which it came
on a closet shelf
for the sake of propriety
until it’s been forgotten
by the giver
and can be tossed
without guilt
So I sit in solitude
musing on 
meaninglessness
as these four walls 
cave in and crush me

Sweet

The foosty smell of her unworn silks
tries to mask her scent
but my nostrils hunt angrily
tip-toe passed the odours
that try to mask her essence.
When that trace is finally found
i linger there
in daylight tendrils
trying to remember
what the taste of happiness
was like
but all those memories
only fracture the broken
parts that lie
in piles
somewhere deep inside

Surrendered Love

caress me with soft love
and a lullaby it would sing a starry night
up above

fierce flame will burn
harmony of passion will light
unworn

breath kiss
by candle light
bliss

fleeting glance awakes Love
bathing in afterglow moon's light
bliss

3/5/2021

Minichu form by: Mohan Chutani
to late for the contest


 

1. This is a New form of Rhyme named MlNICHU (proposed by Mohan Chutani)
2. Total12 lines (4 stanzas of 3 lines each)
3. Rhyme scheme: Aba, cBc, dbD, ABD. 
4. 4th stanza consists of repeat of 1st line of  stanza1, 2nd line of stanza 2, and 3rd line of stanza 3.
Poem should stick to a chosen theme through all stanzas. A twist can be introduced in third stanza, if required by the theme, to make it more interesting.
5. Syllable count : 
Stanza 1: 6,12,3 (3 times 2,4,1)
Stanza 2: 4,8,2 ( 2 times 2,4,1)
Stanza 3: 2,4,1
Stanza 4: 6,8,1.

Gifts That Lie Untaken

Honest as the night is long
eyes that have no holes and teeth that never show.
Sinews Strewn in Straw-like manner making Shadow Men 
whose bellies all lie lit with ash of Golden Yearnings.
Crawling on this dangerous beach searching for strings 
and springs of learning; bubbles and froth, to tend their unmet reach.
Distant distilled feelings gathering Storms of Skin, 
erupt into lives’ another’s known. Passion woven 
to the rug another trods; lives devoted to another’s Gods,
whose swiveled mind collects all tired worded insects.
Where the Middle of Divine leaves no footstep unworn 
And we might well ask, “When is the middle of what we might have become”?
Did we alight, Create this Life, Whose Memory then, Our Living Proof.
Black Smile manufacturing unknown Holy Grief wearing shroud of Laughter to Ignite
following empty eyes that hunger deep within the Audience of All.
We Pride Ourselves to Give the Gift of Life
accept with indignation lingering; rosaries in prayer fingering
waiting for ourselves to slow awaken
No Thought at all to Gifts that lie Untaken.

Midnight

As the clock strikes midnight, my sleep ignored
my mind weary, for the battle rages on:

the cavalry fighting stresses unknown
foot soldiers striking enemies, who are
to dastardly to describe in my prose

The battle unworn, my mind and eyes close.

Ode To the Unworn

My closet has a few mistakes,
My dresser drawers, as well,
Of clothing that I bought for reasons
That I just can’t tell.

For sometimes in a dressing room,
Though something’s not my style,
I convince myself that buying it
Would make it worth my while.

I get it home and hang it up
Or fold it so, so neatly
And there it stays for weeks and months,
Forgotten quite completely.

At times I’ll notice shirts like these
Or skirts or tees or pants
And try them on to wear them,
But there’s really not a chance.

It’s best to stick to tried and true
Where clothing is concerned
Or deal with hangers filled with proof
Of money you have burned.

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