On golden shores waves were crashing
Beams of sunlight, I saw flashing
and stopped rowing. I stilled my oars.
Waves were crashing on golden shores
Gulls shrieked while the wind was blowing
I stilled my oars and stopped rowing.
Morning skies turned blue as dawn peeked
While the wind was blowing, gulls shrieked.
When daylight broke, I thought of you.
As dawn peeked, morning skies turned blue,
And I recalled when last we spoke.
I thought of you when daylight broke.
It'd been too long. I was appalled
when last we spoke, and I recalled
my words seemed to be a swan song.
I was appalled. It'd been too long.
I felt remorse upon the sea.
A swan song, my words seemed to be.
Reality hit with full force.
Upon the sea, I felt remorse.
in my periphery
you arrived at my door
with your guns and cannons
i wondered why the uproar?
marched into my house with full force
and aimed your cannons at my door
to destroy my peace and drag me to the sea
the celosia in my garden still flourishing in the war
been through your drought, my undying love
i hate you to your face
but I love you behind your back
my friends called it a “a toxic affair meant to be crushed
either by fate or by your lover’s hand”
Impact of collision felt with full force
by empaths, who feel each flicker of life
and yet strangely pain evokes no remorse
by deadened hearts who are given to strife,
using barbs and taunts that cut like a knife.
It’s helpful to protect our auric field
by illumining it with a bliss shield
that enables soul to remain tranquil
immune from toxic taunts that life does wield,
fully surrendered to God’s divine will.
25-October-2022
No zyphyr Zeta, she came with full force.
A Category 1 she was supposed to be.
She hit ashore at our colleague’s home,
the cusp of a rip-roaring Category 3.
Surviving the worst, family okay,
losing material things and power for hours.
Old oaks uprooted and lights a mess.
I wish speedy recovery within my powers.
To my friend and the others affected,
prayers with you especially at this time.
Your silence on PS respected
till we see your face and winning poems again.
We had a dog whose name was Blackie,
So extraordinary and wacky,
With energy like a horse,
She used to run with full force,
Soft and playful, but fierce with strangers,
She protected us from all dangers,
She saw every tear that I shed,
Listened to every word I said,
Was our closest companion,
A tough and true champion,
With us, she was there ten years,
When she died, we all shed tears,
I'm sure we will see her in the thousand year rule,
Playing with a dangerless lion, feeling cool.
08.16.2020
Contest: All pets go to heaven
Sponsor: Constance La France
My mind goes wild with memories.
Innocent was my soul until we met.
Stranded in an endless maze I was,
Tired of looking for love with no avail.
Running like a bull with full force,
Expecting nothing or no one to get in your way.
Stupid I was to stand still mesmerized;
Swept off my feet, then onto the hard ground.
Once you realized what happened you came back.
Fear in your eyes as you saw me helpless and weak,
Pressured by the situation you offered comfort.
As our eyes locked It clicked in my mind,
So much beauty and attraction on site.
Since that day I run by your side,
Indulged in feverous passion and love.
Obsolete became my conquest in this world,
Nowhere will I find a soul like yours.
-Inactive Volcano
when I said bring your hand
she did submit her hand
though the fingertip hesitated
for the amber glow gesticulated
I told her come closer
and she slowly came by
the forehead protruder
for the sense an intact ruler
as I waited for the conscious act
though with little hope and speculation
she turned to sigh and tact
for the three teardrop sensation
unable to say no to say yes
and likewise rooted in proximal
yes, the heart chanted the guess
for the only option was no natal
and the power of the cut is neither
blunt nor sharp but a force
the more the don't wants out slither
for either way no toss
But with full force landed the palm
followed by the cheek and the click
and then came the hearty psalm
The soreless immersion in fresh springs
Calls in middle of the night
Hearing something isn't right
Your voice crackling with fear
Pleading for me to be there
I hang up and get dressed
Scaring me with your distress
I knock, it is 3 AM
You hurry and let me in
Grabbing me so tight and fearful
Crying with eyes big and tearful
I softly ask what its about
Your abusive husband out
Of prison and threatened to
Come and take revenge on you
The police are on the case
But I see a frightful trace
Of past memories that had
You scarred and beaten so bad
I stay there and calm you down
If he tries to come around
I'll be here until the end
Believe me when I say my friend
He'll get the shock of his life
From a wild woman with a knife
Protecting you with full force
I will take the knife and toss
It right into his awful chest
Claiming it was self defense
R-acecourse given by God
I-s so difficult to finish;
Z-eal, faith, hope, and love
A-im to make doubt diminish.
L-ong racecourse has made
Y-our heart brave and strong;
N-ever fear the horizon, let not your own life go wrong.
R-acecourse set before you
E-ndorses priceless reward;
S-aturday December thirtieth,
P-atiently go on moving forward.
E-arnestly reach your goal,
C-omplete the distance with full force;
I-f triumphant you shall smile
A-t the end of the racecourse.
Poetry contests.
What? This makes no sense.
How do you compare a unicorn to a chair?
But then this happened.
I started running out of ideas; my writing ability crashed. My muse had deserted me.
I began clicking around the PoetrySoup site, desperate for inspiration.
The last click was on contests.
Because contests do not make sense.
Poetry is putting your soul on paper, not a contest.
What if I thought of a contest less as a competition and more as a brain challenge?
Poetry contests have forced my muse to think.
My muse was delighted, she came dancing and singing back with full force.
She was playing again, and she loved it.
Contests encourage her to try new ways, new types of poetry, and to use new words.
My muse and I have held our own contests too.
Poetry contests encourage and challenge other people’s muses.
If you have not sponsored one, we highly recommend it.
It is a way to give back to others.
Written: July 18, 2018
Entered: We don’t need no stinking poetry contests
Sponsored by: John Lawless
I stayed up late to play all night because it was so nice,
but now the sun is coming up and I must pay the price.
My eyes are stuck, my head it hurts and I can’t seem to move,
it’s going to take some extra time to get me in my groove.
I don’t think there is anything to break me from this spell;
my clock is snoozing as I wait to hear the second bell.
It tried one time to wake me up but I showed I’d resist;
I hit the button on the top with full force of my fist.
But now it seems I’m out of time and must be on my way;
the world around me isn’t going to wait to start the day.
So, “up and at ‘em,” as they say, I’m off to get things done,
and tonight when I get the chance I’ll go down with the sun.
Your fingers about to break
If you give it one more shake
In my general direction
My angers really detectin'
Something brewing way down deep
Slowly bubbling to creep
Out of my soul with full force
You better think before you toss
One more finger bend my way
It is rude and not OK
Be polite and wait to ask
Your question as I pass
By your table to check on you
Your ignorance needs to shoo
Now you start to shout so clearly
My name as everyone can hear thee
Your getting very obnoxious
I don't like all of this rudeness
Your embarrassing and loud
Disrupting all of my lunch crowd
Pay your bill so you can leave
Everyone can be relieved
And enjoy their lunchtime meal
Without hearing your voice squeal
Tenderly
Softly
Gently
Romantically
And passionately you held me down
Like the sound of the bell
So the metal of your belt
Dangling at the edge of the bed
Was your rod
Who I am, immediately I forgot
My desire was to go on this journey of pleasure with you
Responding passionately to every demand of you
Looking into your eyes
I saw a strong Adam I have never seen before
The muscular body I have always imagined
Is about to climb my Everest
OMG!!!
Slowly you entered my sacred city
With your long and big limousine
Alerting every bus-stop
Including G-spot
Your presence in my sacred city
Gave me no other choice but to allow you free access to my physical boundary
Having invaded my emotional territory with full force
You told me in your secondary
You were a late comer
Now I confirmed it
And after 45 minutes of straight drive in my sacred city
It was time to rest
Oh what a pleasure!
To be continued…
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I manage my planned early rise in hopes dawn will kindly provide me
time before others converge in the joy bounce of family noise.
With silent glee for this vacation cabin, well worth our money splurge,
I tiptoe out to the porch.
Fresh, early morning beauty twinkle-dance performs upon the lake’s
sleepy surface and the sight sigh-settles bliss among my accrued
anxiety bits. Nature’s most enchanting chords sound-lift my awe
with full force as truth re-surges within my soul.
Morning in glorious emergence nurses me with a wordless,
restoring sermon felt purge. I watch life at the nearby pond
where birds group-peek for worms while three unconcerned swans
mellow glide behind the fronds.
Glad am I for nature’s catharsis to all in me the city daily twists.
I am so porch and nature settled, I nearly miss the eager kettle hiss
warning that family is in my midst and hungry for their morning grits.
After years of gray clouds and non stop tears fallen, i finally started to see the ray of light trying to shine it light on me. I have been lost in years of turmoil and pain were life felt like nothing was ever going to come of it but constant disappointment. It's was becoming normal and numb and not the way i wanted to feel love. Only to be showed different. With the winds of thought and the sound of thunder about to hit . All we can do is hold on to someone and hope that the destructive whirlwind comes at us with full force. Won't takes what's lift of our hearts and soul. Then the coulds begin to clear and here i am standing here and next to me holding my hands you
MY WILL
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