Longevity Poetry Contest
Sara Kendrick
The war on aging is a battle
From a babies rattle
To the senior's canes
The longevity of life wanes
Good health stretches its wings
Bad health and the mortality swings
We would love to fly to the moon
Before the final breath is strewn
We would love to add more years
To be relieved of our aging fears
We would love to walk on air forever
But it's not a possible endeavor
The longevity of life is a planted seed
And it grows and blossom's and then cedes
That's life, and God's plan
There's no writing on the wall of ones span
There are the flowers to look forward to
And see ones life through
You never hit me but you still left wounds
Wounds that lasted longer than you stuck around
Cuts that bled for months
A heart that took years to heal was all I was left with
But somebody came around and started patching me up
He put bandaids on all of my scrapes and cuts
He kissed each tear away
He asked to see all of me
And unlike you he didn’t just mean naked.
He wanted me to show him the parts of me that I hid from the world
He traced his finger over every stretch mark
He kissed every scar
He tells me I’m beautiful
He makes me feel like I walk on air
He shows me a love I have never experienced
Like manna from the morning dew
Like sugared skin I'm sweet on you
In silence on this road alone
No hint of contemplation shown
And if the day should ever come
To have you as my chosen one
I'd walk on air, I'd float on sand
My all I'd give to hold your hand
I'd play my song in to your soul
An echo of a heart made whole
There was a time
when we walked on air.
You have to be young to walk on air
younger than the first taste of red lips
but older than any fairy tale,
yes, much older.
Love is timeless
or perhaps time is loveless,
yet we keep trying
to nail it to a broken barn door
as if we had words
new enough, or wisdom
deep enough.
A deep valley between of us
No possible way to her,
She said "It's all finished,"
"Humans rarely walk on air."
Down there among savage stones
All alone was a wooden boat,
I left nothing untried
Night was devouring the light,
Dusk till dawn I was weeping
But she seemed to be sleeping,
A heavenly voice stroke my ears
"I fill this valley with your tears."
In a sudden the boat was drifting on water
"Here you have the way, real lover."
I rowed across with a burning heart
Could hardly see, my eyes blind,
Only footprints, she was gone
Since then I only got the love of God.
Sometimes you can reach high of highs
or touch bottom low of lows
what you do when you reach a point
is up to you
you can carry on with life
being positive+++
or drown in self pity
being negative---
you can pick yourself up
or drag yourself down
drowning in despair
life can bring happiness
you walk on air
without a care
what goes up comes down
what goes down comes up
it is in finding the middle
between the depths of the ocean
and the heights of heaven
we have to find ground level.
Walk on
Even when the wind is against you
Walk on
Even when the horizon evades you
To stumble is not to fall
To fall is not to be fallen
To mumble is not to call
To whisper is not to be silenced
Prepare for dust and ash
To lose is not to be forsaken
Invite every weight of life
To carry it, is not to be laden
Strength comes with every burden
Clarity comes with every distance
Fold your sleeves for every battle
Find a voice under the muzzle
As destiny nears, the long walk hastens
A sprint into the fate of tenacity
The run will drift on seas and oceans
Until you embrace your deserved destiny
Walk on
In the deep sands and thick mud, do not despair
Walk on
Keep walking until you walk on air
THE REAL YOU
Who do you think you are, tell me.
The way you throw your weight around
a handleless hammer I see,
unstruck nails are all on the ground.
Smart behemoth you walk on air.
Who do you think you are, tell me,
wearing musk of a billionaire,
life’s storm grinds your face in debris.
Though you show off poet’s pedigree
your poems grow in marsh like weeds.
Who do you think you are, tell me
poet laureate’s poems who reads.
A nice net of fake love you lay,
for me you go on shopping spree.
Deceiving you can’t get away,
who do you think you are, tell me.
August 25, 2018
Syllable count : 8 each line
(Checked on howmanysyllables.com)
Romantic evening arrived with reason
Reveling outdoors frolicking in fun
Enchanting lovers in blooming season
As you entered with glory of the sun
Sitting on sandy beach holding your hand
Blue moon I witnessed romancing your eyes
Shining intently glimmering your sand
Inviting my vibes to reach for the prize
You found the courage to conquer the tides
Charming blue waters fervently divine
Lifting my emotions where passion rides
Revealing glimpses of sensual sign
Courting amorous winds we walk on air
With avid glare, beaming romantic flare
May 12, 2018
Placed 4th in Summer love sonnet contest by John Hamilton
Ten syllables per line
My eyes went searching for my frosted window,
'O' the joy of seeing the color white,
As my nerves stand while the wind blows,
Showing all it's chilly might.
The vehement fire blazing warm,
As I immerse into my chair,
And it's beautiful poesy form,
Elates me to walk on air.
A book I read to follow,
For my morning of delight,
Might my words not be shallow,
To end my winter sight.
I’ve realized after living for so many years
That sometimes taking a life isn’t something you choose.
I walk through the streets of the city with no fears
Of retribution from the creatures beneath my shoes.
If it were possible, I would leave them all alone,
But there are just too many of them living out there.
It seems like most of them don’t even have a home.
To avoid killing them, you would have to walk on air.
I know that they are necessary for us to survive,
But I’m just not a fan of the ugly, creepy, little things.
The more people there are, the better they thrive.
At best annoying, at worst, scary to us human beings.
I had always loved that cloth called smile
So pure n immaculate on a newborn
It didn't make a slave a slave
All I wanted was to sew for others
What if my breath could birth good melody?
And my lungs could air euphonious octaves?
I'd really pleasure making Nightingales timid
And to beguile mortals with my dauntless vocal cords
I could be more deep with my expression
Set my mind free n paint it for the world
Colour my universe with my passion
All I wanted was to bring me to cosmos
Only if my feet were not this strict
And my waist n loins were a bit lax
I'd gladly obey the drum's call
And make these knees talk
But Apollo gave me his pen
And my ink never dried up
Perhaps hope didn't go to oblivion
All he wanted was a dinner with me
I could make my heart sing
And make mortals' minds canvas
So I could make the slave walk on air
And my mind could dance to poetry's beat
All with this pen
Eminent
Keep me off your mind in other words don’t mind me
Because when you were always on my mind your mind was on other things
And now that you’re off my mind you finally realized what you were missing
No wait, what you ignored because while I had a fairy tale plan in store, you wanted to write your own story and in this story I’m the floor
No respect but needed and walked all over
Over and over we’re over no more
P.S. I hope you can walk on air
Someone left a seed to grow
on barren fertile land.
From seed to tree
for you and me
Its beauty our command.
Someone planted grape vines
along a broken fence.
Now our glasses bubble
with fragrant effervesce.
I see waves of rye and wheat
dancing in bright sun.
Someone plowed those fields for us,
food for everyone.
Sun and sky and clouds above,
who placed those wonders there?
No one standing on this earth
dare try to walk on air.
Moon and stars and lightning bolts,
silver way on high!
What amazing majesty
just to please our eye.
So who then took their time for this?
Does anybody know?
Let me think with all my might.
No one I think—although.....
Written May 16, 2016
My eyes jumped open in eagerness.
My lips sprung apart in awe.
My mouth extended from cheek to cheek.
It was like the letter “U” was slapped onto my face.
My cheeks bunched up because of my wide grin.
My stomach tingled with excitement.
My eyebrows shot up to my forehead.
My hair stood on end from the exhilaration.
I felt as if I could walk on air because of the adrenaline.
I have never felt like this before.
My face burst with joy.
I could hardly stand still.
My body filled with delight.
I felt fortunate, lucky and favorable.
It was like I was the sunshine on a stormy day.
I was happy.
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