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As Father Is To His Daughter

Passing through framed windows like ours,
I recall your tales of reckless war and lost friends
that burned your innocence at 21... and though
you claimed flashes of courage, moist eyes
poured vulnerability looking calm, undaunted.
We both searched deeply into  our souls
as a father is to his young daughter, that I wanted
to let you know, it was alright;
but that mound of shoulders turned away.

Down the years as officer and gentleman,
Time stole long weeks, absent from your dining chair,
leaving me resentful and bitter on hardened sills
until  you arrive under crawling dock of stars.
But in free moments, how you cherished
me so; waking  my cheeks at 3 am to race the winds,
to fly with a shooting neon, laughing with a blue moon.

You spoke of faith and honor if life dared a shame, oh
mild scent of your arms cuddling my girlish dreams...
until off you rode suddenly  on heaven’s wheel.
I see you through all framed windows like ours,
that even if my iced breaths needed you more
as small flowers thirsted for rain, my anger was a cry
for love’s company...  “ I have adored you
in moments  of  distance and nearness, if not
always, then for all eternity.”
Have I forgotten to open this, my soft, broken sigh?
Dad, everything is all right.



Ir0nic Zink's Your Personal Favorite Poem Contest
Resubmitted  5/19/2017

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Love's Chemical Derivatives

Can  love then,  be based
on an index of elements
from which one joyfully tumbles,
or drifts into equations, as we wander
toward a rush of serendipity ...
a metaphysical merging of  ardor
writhing in a shared communion 
like  tuneful whispers in breaths  of helium,
unabbreviated oxygen rhapsodies
from unbidden laughter,
invigorating  the warmth of co-owned stars
on heaven’s destined oracle?

Love transcends chemical derivatives
of  fractals or measurement,
between our atoms, relaxed
in the shuffle of emotional electrons
as we quiver  weightless...
the heart’s embrace suspended together 
in the affectionate cosmos
of a deep kiss.



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“How on earth can you explain in terms 
of chemistry and physics so important 
a ...phenomenon as first love? “-- Albert Einstein


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Strength Through Adversity Contest: Gregory R Barden
Re-post: 3/25/2019

~ It was a challenge for me to translate in meaningful ways
this abstract concept, 'physics  of love,' but somehow
made sense of it by affirming that such is beyond mere science.

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Never To Be Mine

Not with my arms but with a heart 
that blesses your reveries, may peace reside
within your chest... is it possible to love you
less? Perhaps allow the sun to brush your hair
in the luminescence of dawn?
Even autumn envies you as white light
moves with your scent and possesses
your laughter never to be mine again in times
of harvest or falling rain…
and from stars above, may your eyes
remember our blades of grass 
while I half-close the damp field of memorials
creaking on the burial of a resting place
that finds me kneeling, wailing, asking
how time can drown our adventures 

much too soon... 
 
as I stumble upon this cruel, bruised night.



             

Mark Toney's Contest: 2019 Poetry Marathon Mile 3' 
Re-post 12/25/2018

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Quietude and Boom

I decorate a grotto for you, Mama
where orchids and holy images
embellish this special place and day,
that saintly icons guard you there
as if they beg me to be released
from years of guilty devotion…
Yet I polish their laced clothes;
then end the night waiting
for wind chimes to knell,’ Magnificat.’

Scenes from younger days resound,
while you, Mama, gift me with love and hate
flickering through my confused mind :
And sharpened bells ring in my ears;
the gong of your voice banging
across the hall... yet I still recall,
mouth so tender, droning lullabies
in the soft of window sills, ‘Magnificat’…
How can I reconcile quietude and boom,
when the little girl in me longs for your  timber
here beside this special place--
till holy statues listen to my own chimes
and finally,     understand this adoration.




I Cannot Believe I Wrote That Poetry
For Nina Parmenter
Written 8/1/2015    Re-post 12/5/2018

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Shades of My Gloom

In vertigo of night, in their riddled trance 
Boldness of petals melt on washed-out shades,
As faces etch a quiet gloom in varied hues
Capturing splashed oil, neutral and bright
While I gaze longingly at a portrait…
Man and wife , as if  holding a child almost
Unseen …hidden through a float of blue-white.

Through dimming pain, a view lights up for a time
Where orange of moonlight quietly slips
Amid this rosette outburst and aching gray,
With blossoms strewn along pale candlelight…
How languid colors begin to mold my thoughts
Drowning in a pang of loneliness… I ask 
In silence..are the couple ,the babe dying?...dead?
And the fusion of tender, lonely motif allows me
To weep inside, captive in a gasping moan... the kind 
Which shapes a tone between life and elegy.



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Frank Herrera's  Contest: YOUR PERSONAL BEST of 2016
Written 5/09/2016        Re-submitted 10/18/2016
POTD Awardee
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Inspiration from the painting, Les Amoureux en Gris
Artist: Expressionist, Marc Chagall ( illustration included)

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Voice In Hiding

Hiding here inside my closet, I feel safe in the dark
knowing on a pile of sheets lies my very psyche;
it's only a thought, yet I am unhurt among drawers…
so I curl and stare blank, imbibing bits of gentle
murmurings that whisper on hangers as they
sway with the lint...I strain to listen
but prickly voices gush out of reach
from the sleeves of a night
like a conversation behind closed knobs…
I hear yet can't quite grasp
what my heart wants to say in low dips ; 
like a tremolo carrying mould of twilight... 
it hums all sermons of a Sunday church bell
speaking in tongues I knew once...long ago.
The moon folds around me in black suds
washing a laundry of venting desire, only to find myself
trapped by needles…I feel a stab, a grating chill: perhaps,

I have no language when no one wants to listen.



Your Best Poem Contest
Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke    6/12/2020

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Maiden of Summer

She drifts in radiance
waking nightfall with palette's hues,
tresses of amber flames drip of vibrant
sensation… and so, in the glide
of  July nestling on grass and bouquets,
she waltzes through moon’s notes
with a luster of desire, bursting
into sheer madness on my glossed skin…

Oh how she flickers more dauntless
than a blend of passion and ease , flitting 
like a gypsy whose spirit enters inside my pores...
And Maiden of Summer thrusts her 
tanned arms fluid, raw, loving: then, to explode
into an awakened prance which enhances
love's sizzle through her open light
gently reeling with my bold adventures;

only to fade quickly in luscious splendour.


Screwed XV by Rob Carmack
Uploaded 10.16.2016

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Breaths and Fireglow

in silence, we connect through gazes
knitted by starlit eyes ablaze
like dusk's luster wafting by the sill ...
and we need not ramble in paraphrases
of  night’s canticle, while folded hands 
caress the rhythm of  twilight's melody.

how deftly breaths and fireglow understand
our same tunes, our same wafting waves,
gentle as entwined roots jutting out
from your palms, my bosom… together,
we feel the stillness of love from the same face,
and if our flesh doesn’t chafe in the peeling
of  autumn’s chill , it’s because…
we have been soul mates

before time was ever born.



Your Best Poem EverContest
Sponsor: John Hamilton
Written 9/24/2014  Resubmitted 6/19/2020

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Someday

As this week closes into hours of pewter night
may the moonlight touch your lips while
I sleep in the arms of dreams unrefined.
Though I may not be with you 
on misty evenings caved by my pride,
but think of me as I send you this
whispering sigh
of an embrace feathered by the sky...
I humble myself in your presence not,
but,
wait for me to disrobe this façade,
while you can, then…

Remember days like other days
when the roof of blank shades begin
to unwrap this cloistered body
hidden in a pile of sawdust
still reeling like a glistened dragonfly. 
The light bulbs of time's avenues are streaked 
with marquees of a name
where the lattice of my wishes
climb into a garden of your moistened eyes so green.



Enter the 100 in a ROW contest #2 Contest
Sponsor: PD Linda  7/6/2016

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Caravan of Life

I will always be a gypsy- woman filled with curiosity
Running wild beneath a moonglow grasping fireflies;
Then to quickly scribble impressions on  leaves,  my poetry:
How zest ignites visual arts — charcoal, acrylic, oil—streaks upon
Drawing boards until night’s rhythm forgets to ebb : 
Nor do these limbs pause when bewilderment tempts hours 
Of dance, weeks of exploration in unknown realms
That this spirit ever free, ever me   flames an inner beam…
Nomadic  meditative  dauntless as a  caravan of light and life.


9/27/2018
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