FANNING THE FLAMES
I was heavy
Weighed down
And buried by Judgment
Unintentional but hurtful just the same
Expectations of who I should be
As a daughter
As a Catholic
As a wife
As a colleague
By men
Fearful, yet domineering
Oh, the irony
That your insecurity has fueled my power
Fed the tiny coals that the women in my life
Have protected
Fanned them into flames
Fed the fire in my belly
Ignited my strength and resolve
Given birth to my voice
I am woman.
I liberate myself.
Hear me thunder!
And growl, and rage, and shout
I will no longer be judged, dismissed, hidden—
or silenced.
Wouldn’t it be sad to live without
A little hope to understand
What our immortal soul’s about
To recognize and represent?
And who would say “Good morning, dear
How’s the forecast on BBC?
I sense the damp in atmosphere
Draw back the curtain, let me see”
And who would answer “Yes, you’re right
It’s drizzling, but the sky gets clearer
How was your blood glucose last night?
No shooting up and down, my dear?”
What actors could’ve played that action?
The voice of yours, your smiling face
Mean more than childlike mind abstraction
We used to cherish in our faith
And what it’s like, remains obscure
But I suppose, “there are more things”
If you could come to reassure
I’ll hear from afar your rings..
black crows are calling
In the lifting, morning fog
warnings awaken
Heidi Sands
9/17/26
(C)opyright
Futile flippant,
rules and obscure,
mousetrap pitfalls,
scurrilous lure,
to faze green novice,
unsuspecting candidate,
contestant sworn to zeal,
might pause when enjoined,
to allow one’ s muse,
lithe elastic scope,
supple latitude,
without reckless reign,
or barren folly,
however cunning ploys,
lay-by lurk dithers,
yet without prior notice,
draws, dupes, deceives,
but these are caveats,
when stricture is,
shrouded in vague,
plumes of hazed,
thin veiled hair-split,
one stumbles
and fumbles over,
whilst glazed glance,
skips blindly over,
cues, clues, clause,
tip-offs to
shady motives,
motifs! ulterior.
Stanford University
Greatness at the Helm
Alum has come and gone
Knowledge was their insurance
Philosophy at its best
Education a high mark
Principles with a concept
Resolutions with an idea
Dignity with self-respect
Assuring and fulfilling
Techniques with logic of its own
Theories to come by
No more doubt
Intellect is what education is all about
Picture yourself
Above all
Conqueror of one’s destiny
Standards aligned
Through pages of trials and errors
Education speaks
Believe in yourself and let it repeat
Educational now and well into tomorrow
Let your tomorrow start today
One step away
Let education become your triumph
Classified and Qualified
No one would deny
Follow your footsteps through the education portal
Open Door
Don’t ignore
Let education show your potential
Become the commodity of essential
Stanford spoke
Now enter
Fermata
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By:El Amore Lover
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Being with you is my favorite feeling
loving you is the best thing
we've ever done
easy going and non frustrating
loving you is so much fun
aint gotta stop before starting
actually it's great communicating
My love for you aint lost in interuptation
my love for you is an occasion
my love for you
your love for me
My first hello
the hardest see ya'll later
be back in a while
to see that smile
Darling I'll call you later
can't wai to be
just you and me
got me rushing through the day
Kiss when I'm home
we're alone
Darling what else is it for for
me to say
Ha quella qualità dirompente
qualcosa che il mondo deve vedere
qualcosa di così straordinario
è ciò che desidero ardentemente
è ciò che desidero ardentemente
Do you see the serenity of my
misshaped machete?
A moment mistaken for a musical mystery,
Hold no hopes for this ballad my blade sings to you;
She only reflects the dreams on a dimmed dawn you once drew,
Foolishly flourishing for the finely crafted chaos,
When the writings on her walls bleed for the bruises you prey on,
Rest on the reflection she wove for you,
A closet you’ve locked, she wiggled her way into,
Do the realistic corners of what you seek have no light?
Did my mahogany mirror make you feel a little fright?
Was holding the hands of an echo a suggestive thrill?
Or would you rather have a minute and relearn the drill?
Dare not blame my beastly blade, wear no shade, since you stayed,
So lay your cards and pay the price you played.
Escaping from work loads and pressure
Gasping for some fresh air and beautiful melody
I listen to the gurgling of water
The whispering of wind
The rustling of leaves
The chirping of worms
And all these commotion and sound of nature
Are like the voice of God
Intimate and heartwarming, soothing and calming
Coming from heaven
A thundering heartbeat
echoes from the garage to
the stadium.
An subterranean rumble ignites
the quiet arena floor,
As radioactive currents course
through the waiting veins,
Unleashing a fierce,
tempestuous wave of
symphonic thunder.
They transform the mundane
into the fiercely monumental,
Weaving unyielding, anthemic
battle cries from raw
vulnerability.
The percussion strikes like a
sudden, electric lightning bolt,
While the vocals soar into the
stratosphere, cloud- split sky,
Challenging the internal,
shadowy demons that haunt the
mind.
Believers rise from ashes of
their broken, fractured paths,
Bound together by a
triumphant, golden thread of
sonic gold.
This is the majestic,
unstoppable roar of modern
giants,
Stamping their timeless,
permanent footprint into
musical history.
Let the snow roll over in my dreams,
Let the shore be cast away in my sea,
Let the stage take my fall away,
Let the path take me walking along the way.
The last dawn does not wait for the final dusk,
The last walk for the unknown stride,
The least is the unknown slavery,
The feast is for this tidy courage.
Where I step, I step twice,
Once for myself and another for the Silence.
I worship my Silence along the sidewalk,
I never truly believe in the communion.
Let me clear my voice,
Sleeping is the unseen lavishness,
Running towards the maze is my labyrinth,
Going to be heard in silence and not to be unseen.
Ignore the path that is not yours,
Align with the thought that causes you to walk alone,
Aloneness is the road that diverged in the wood,
The two-forked road that mends my decisions.
Your eyes glisten
and a tear forms.
Your Braille tongue
mouths a silent vocabulary.
The ‘O’ of your mouth
spells out the anguish within,
and with mute hands
you give voice to
an ear-piercing scream.
I know Nothing, and I know it well;
and that ensures that my head doesn't swell.
Nothing is nothing to gripe about;
suppressing any desire to shout.
Nothing is the stuff of sleepless nights;
it's like a deer caught in the headlights.
Nothing has no heft or feel to it:
the legacy of a hypocrite.
Nothing, sometimes, is all you have left;
loss of innocence is a slow theft.
Nothing isn't easily washed away;
even by the tears wept every day.
Nothing is frightening to confront;
like an empty gesture, or affront.
Nothing can obscure your path to love;
it forces your heart to rise above.
your voice trails behind me
lost in the shadows of the hallways
silence amidst the din of existence
colors hold no warmth
dawn only brings time moving
watching the children in the park
lost in the joy of playground entertainment
the future has a secure ambiance
a smile wanders across my face
it is a painting hanging in a gallery
your voice trails behind me
lost in the shadows of the hallways
there are no real mysteries to life
only answers in the cauldron
then you walk into the room
and the enchantment in life returns
as Van Morrison wrote
have I told you lately, i love you
conveys the deepest love we share
the breath of Creation
Oregon 9/5/26
From deep below the Delta
Up came a smoky contralto; a sweet vanilla
With an intuitive guitar,
And her artistic vision, she could see far___
To New Orleans she would go, then to Sugar Hill, and eventually around the world
Such a shiny Mississippi pearl
Never to be placed in a box
She moved mellifluously through the jazz world like a smooth fox
Glistening and extemporizing with M-Base Collective
Amalgamating Blues, Folk, Country, and R&B all in the name of jazz, which proved to be effective
With unusual phrases and unique arrangements on many covers, she sweetly uncovered the souls of men
Deeply and richly, Caramel Contralto touched so many with each song from beginning to end
'Time After Time'
On this 'Harvest Moon'
'You Move Me'
O' Caramel Contralto
'Time After Time'
On this 'Harvest Moon'
'You Move Me'
I opened the bedroom door
a voice from inside says
"wait...not yet"
Gave me goosebumps and chills
Without moving for three seconds ... 1-2-3
the room was empty
A meeting with the spirit world
it is impossible to say
- incapable of solution
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