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Jajosh Ongado Poem
Silently white snow falling
Covering the ground in a pristine blanket
Purest white, luminous in the night
Muffling the silence of the night
Into an even deeper reflection
Stillness not of the head, but of the soul.
I sit quiet and let the blank spaces fill me
Driving out the pain
Driving out the sadness
Driving out the regret
Filling my emptiness with cold solace
Slowly the snow stops
Night sky is revealed
An ebony quilt covered in dust-like jewels
Too numb to twinkle.
Dark trees reach winding limbs to catch the stars
No wind moves them ,
Or disturbs the spliced flakes
No wind cries in the night
No animal howls its loneliness,
No crying from my heart
I am filled with stillness.
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Birds gone astray
on whirlwind’s spray,
forlorn my way
down avenue
Then moonlight’s trace
sparks newborn grace--
as couples race
to feel bright dew.
from Jajosh Ongafo
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the late wintry breeze
collects iced twigs and leaflets--
a babe swallow's crib
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dawn's caravan---
swirls unto an unknown places
taking morn chances
Aurora And Avalanche Contest
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I love the sound of distant thunder
it takes me back to a river’s shore.
Young kids sparkling of wonder
learning life and wanting more.
Swinging high above the water
from a rope tied to a tree.
Living joy for the moment
wild eyed and feeling free.
Roasting coal and burning mallows
spilling secrets in the dark,
about pretty little things
in our hearts that cast a spark.
Lying awake under the moonlight
Dreaming of a future ahead.
A wild cat meows in the distance
would make us squirm in our bed.
Sleeping warm until the morning.
Waking up by the river’s shore.
Young kids sparkling of wonder
learning life and wanting more
Contest: little known nothing
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Blinded by numbers
and rich possessions,
he compiles each gain
with eyes fixed on wealth
knowing not love’s touch--
how poor the merchant.
2.”Happiness doesn't lie in the objects
we gather around us. To find it,
all we need to do is open our eyes.”
Design Your Tableau
Created by Jajosh Ongado
Oct 19, 2014
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The fireplace rests for now
but embers still burn softly
waiting for a family to gather
in it's warmth--the laughter,
the musings, the prayers all said-
ready for others to share
evening's warmth and magic,
to tarry once again
for more lively life sounds
trailing in silence for life to renew
a ritual of gratitude and anticipation
on this fresh collage of night,
when the gloss of stars induces
a flame of readiness , of closure
in a time when the air is vulnerable
even for a while as affection cuddles
the ending of a cycle's hourglass.
Brian Strand Contest
2 Jan 2017
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in pure sheen of night
a restless wolf bellows loud ---
when full moon arrives
Contest for Regina Riddle:
Haiku Aha Moment
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RUSH
Green Lights
Minutes Gone
Dawn whisks in a flash
Lost among zooms of speed
Exiting from my blank life
“ This heart throbbing in empty beats.”
Jajosh Ongado
Create Your Pyramid for nette onclaud
27May 2014
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Alone, twenty fingers count every breath
a law - keeper, invincible, his hands;
while gavel strikes once for plea's homestretch
and final rule, the ever wise ,commands.
His neutral face more prudent on this day;
as evidence seeks truth nailing what's fair;
Through outstretched morning, words duly convey
a wail of inked tears that stain crime's error.
Smokey the heat from palm burning inside,
announcing a verdict from conscience, free
to summon light for a never turning tide,
a discernment which flames on hands' decree.
The throbbing night braces to guide him on,
to rest his thumb, imprints never withdrawn.
Jajosh Ongado / 12' 15'13
With These Hands Contest/ Nette Onclaud
Visual 4
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