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Chelcie Darling Poem
October sky, the 1st we celebrate, a seasons heart yearned treasured moment,
Sun rises, new beginnings, Enlightens nature, we seek atonement.
Dawn lights an autumn’s crisp chill, christening fallen leaves of tomorrow,
Decorated front porch memories, earthly heritage, smothered sorrow.
Passes monsoons, thirst quenched foliage, brought on dust storms, summer’s breeze.
Colors dancing, enchanting harvest, Orange golden glows, on resting trees,
Cinnamon sneaks by steaming cider, mulls a spiced aroma essence,
Caramel apple, child’s smile, escapes harvest reminisce.
A wonder inspired walk, a gentle kick to wisp away,
Tree’s blessings, fallen life, decorated memories of yesterday.
Crisp leaves falling, sprinkled mist, dripping dew drops land by chance,
Hearts pitter pattered warmth speaks, provoking sudden dance.
Fawns brook side, a mother’s love, protectant father thru seasons dressing,
Such beauty grace lingers freely, coins free, bestows natures blessing.
Falls door opens, touched hearts so deeply, awakened sober love outpours,
God’s mystique he created goodness, for all of us he adores.
Daylights autumn beauty, followed by nightfall’s tucked in kiss,
A glowing lullaby, we’re put to bed; our harvests moon we’ve greatly missed.
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Calm eyes, steady hands, I join my palms and pray,
Where am I, who are you, Please make everything ok.
Two feet on the ground, thru dust and dirt I travel.
People, thoughts, Illusions, my existence to unravel.
So many forms of different speech, to each other we are one,
Feelings of spiritual goodness, under the same bright sun.
Cultural tools we carry, souls dance forward in time,
Connecting thru our goodness, detours evils relentless sublime.
Be careful what you give or better what you do,
A portrayal of one’s existence, a test signifying you.
Date: 09-22-2016
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A little girl I stand, awakened early morning hour.
The sound of shuffles preparing, for coffee one will scour.
Muffled voice all too familiar, for only one it could be.
Dads words saying, “I Love You”, In the next morning I will see.
Pulling out of the drive-way, swiftness to the curtains I will peek.
Thinking about the big firetruck, heartbroken without me, fire he will seek.
Chin up my duty calls me, I drag the hose from tree to tree.
Mr. Owl followed by a quarter, responsibility instilled in me.
By evenings long awaited dusk, another dinner without dad.
We pray with mom at bedside, safe returning to be had.
Memories of impromptu visits, our other family at the station.
Popcorn, chocolate bars and hugs, dads work, a childs’ vacation.
Fond memories growing up, of all the family time we spent.
Cabin, lake and camping, Flashlight tag to no relent.
No matter our scheduled travels, no hesitations to stop and help.
Morally guided passion, his genuine attributes not found on yelp.
Uncompensated care given, unescaped these childs’ eyes, not to be unseen.
My future I learn to follow, entirely he cares for every human being.
Waves of fear come and go, a firefighter I’m reminded.
Hearing tragic unfortunate news, unsightly loss, for I am blinded.
Thirty-seven this year his daughter, any trouble called upon he’s sure to be.
A guardian angel on my horizon, A firefighter one might see.
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Liberties subtle whisper, kicked up dust, his boots it lingers.
Glistening brow, hope pours by sweat drips, reflecting restless weathered fingers.
Foreshadowed looks a worried face, brave hearts strength, unnerved by grace,
Freedoms song his heart starts pounding, inspired backbones, by foot they race.
Our family’s values together they’ve protected, Integrities goodness they protect our land,
She too marched forward, a mothers love, by flags freedom, united we stand.
A Veteran’s life, we stand hearts open, respects gratitude to embrace we go,
A life we’ve dreamed by generations thriving, our gift wrapped freedom, in a big red bow.
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Waves crashing at me feet, noble tall as I stand.
The beauty I see beyond me, tides washing in the sand.
Bright sunny days, to mist in the mornings.
Cold winter chills, see the whales adjoining.
No other life but this ocean to imagine.
Picture perfect memories, a life not meant for a cabin.
The years have slipped by, for even a friend I could not tell.
My roots have grown down deep, for my solitude suits me well.
To the east and the west, south as far as the eye can see.
My territory I claim proudly, belonging to only me.
I could never miss a friendship, A love bringing me such glee.
Reminiscing shared tide risings, ship sailing mad at sea.
Ask me why I grew here, for that I could not tell.
The wreckage from a past life, for a witch cast my spell.
A smile, I will smile; My best I will always be.
Enchanted for whatever reason, is perfectly fine by me.
In sight my green leaves flourish, growing taller by salty sea.
The world will know of my beauty, from the lighthouse tall like me.
Control casted light, during the storms jilted hour.
A guide of protecting beams, illuminated star built tower.
A Chelsea between us, ships resting, white caps sighted.
If someone were to look here, off ports path, to be united.
My secrets buried treasure, moonlit travel, capsized martyr.
My worth to yet be known, a tree in the harbor.
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A dusky passage, winding streets, ventured by merlot,
Walking through the alley, a blind man will go.
Nights bliss walks a homeless man, chin up, heart so kind,
Imagination through the pine trees, trails he can only find.
The chirping of the crickets as woodland creatures scour,
Serene, Rim top camping, a peaceful midnight hour.
Pallets on fire, mice scattered thru the street,
Carried on, a blind man, Mother Nature’s his retreat.
To the left he will climb, finding shelter from the bears,
Excitement from a childhood, reminiscing tears.
Died down local traffic, no honking of the cars,
Desolate, departed streets, corralled in the bars.
Best part of the day, a nature hike, his life’s highlight,
Walking the streets smiles a blind man, his enchanting twilight.
Twilight- Poetry Contest
Dated 09-23-2016
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A Hallows Eve of trick or treating, elaborate costumes, candy eating,
Lantern’s dimming upon nightfall, locked doors marks next year’s meeting.
My recalling of my day and for the next is what to come,
I clean up the dirty dishes while sweeping each and every crumb.
Intuition sensing someone watching, waiting for me to fall asleep,
Deeply disturbing goosebumps, ignored spirits taunt and creep.
Peripheral shadows slowly crossing, a quivering flu like eerie chill,
Lurking in the shadows, suddenly pushed, I took a spill.
How odd, I lie there helpless,” Must have tripped “ I finally say,
Cross held high, up the stairs, prayed paranoia as I lay.
Sleeping soundly on Hallows Eve, 2am a walking presence,
Eyes open, sudden tears, approached a rotten, putrid essence,
Paralyzed by hearts fear pounding, as tars slime engrossed the walls,
Earth shaking, darkness finding, beastly moaning fills halls.
Eyes closed, a happy life, awakened by panic stricken fright,
Growling voices, a death grips echo, doors shut, bolted tight.
White jacket, stethoscope, scrubs; appeared nightmares forgotten man,
I gaze, chin dropped, defeated; a helpless girl, I once ran.
Dawning eyes desperately locked, a chilling dimension sought to belong,
Escaped nightly torture, an evil virtue, holding prong.
For Hell’s Asylum Doc, he speaks, bedside sinks down slightly,
“Paddled electric charges, for your screams, I miss you nightly”.
“Back you will come, for Hallows Eve forever to stay,
Stolen freedom has now expired, for no one you can repay.”
A panicking recollection, I escaped hell, a portal jumped thru,
A relentless search by devils compass, as he feasts on hound dog stew.
Escaped white walls, babble spoken, tightly wrapped, blood soaked sheet,
Perfectly planned my coddled illusion, evils door shut, my devils defeat.
Gateways open on Hallows Eve, all evil to walk the ground,
My conspired, high jacked escape plan, his nurses promised I’d be found.
For Doc he always finds, with a threat for what’s to come,
His hand caressing, tight grip, whispering; “For what you did was very dumb”!
“This Earth you’ve created, hidden gene pools, baby cry’s,
Creatively coded intelligence, so clever, I despise.”
Walls of fire, Evil’s fortress, with contempt you had once crossed,
Deserting my miserable will, hot ironed thigh, I’ve now embossed.”
“One by one, you taught them goodness, for each you will repay,
An army built to fight me, multiplying every day.”
“The beast asks from where you learned this, to who you secretly pray,
Asylums continued torture, with a Hell’s Doc note, you will stay.”
In prayer my head bows slowly, for again his will has started,
Bringing back an erased memory, my covered tracks to keep me guarded.
To hell I’m welcomed back, with intentions of distortion,
My penance is subdued strapping, a bone bending contortion.
Evil prevails on the devils horizon, locked rusted gates of hell,
Exists no time, just pain upheaving, souls once pickled, they sadly fell.
Hallows Eve “The Doc” takes roll call, when unlocked I threw the key,
Evil searching, for your lights hidden, your times limited just like me.
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A butterfly flitters graciously in the sky,
No barring or fortress claiming its path, forever why.
A butterfly owes nothing of money or fare,
Its light of existence, foregoing superficial care,
The beauty of a butterfly, great meaning here on Earth,
A universal symbol, signifying rebirth.
A butterfly so beautiful, held in the palm of your hand,
Many put together we call a butterfly wonderland.
Do you think the butterfly knows of their magic in our lives,
How special for which they contribute, a midst no compromise.
A world they freely travel, without walls of resistance,
To admire and love, upon centuries relentless.
A butterfly I’ll be, instead of expecting world renown,
For my entrance in your world , surely never to be let down.
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Sun hindered sultry earth, wet mound of mossy growth,
Cast to my grave way too early, untold secrets held by oath.
My cross bearing name, years untold, vines they wind,
Loved ones, lost souls crying, constrained, I’ve left behind.
Placed six feet under, to reside, by wronged eternal shame,
Respect shallowly given, bare tombstone, initialed name.
Unkempt, desolate, outskirts, socially banished bed I lay,
Once disclosed, a man’s untold secret, during night times fallen day.
Provoking sudden panic, with “vulgar lies” by fortunes truth,
“Prove it” flame torches burned, sovereign citizens, absent ruth.
Those ideas came and went, a mistake, to share such knowledge,
A frightened small town life, unjust powers screamed abolish.
Unleashed a fears throne devil, tied up “witch”, my smoke stack burned,
Inherited genes my sisters gathered, a unions threat, conversed they learned.
A gift of genuine beauty, I’ve stood behind these sorcerers lives,
Through times suspicious husbands, to life’s ‘all knowing’ cautious wives.
For my sisters they kept quiet, by sustained years, their families grew,
Long lived our families secret, a blood lined “witch”, for all she knew.
Overgrown vines for years have passed, Salem nights as they have changed,
Life’s seasons, predicted secrets, no longer provoked by fears deranged.
For these vines is all that’s held me, natures embrace casted shadow,
Death speaks, my lingered voice, unspoken truth will not forego.
Not ruled by judgements nature, for in me their roots have grown.
Unseen, my weathered head stone, dressed in vines, I’m not alone,
A child’s future, my leaves unraveled, jaded visions to them I give,
My torture speaks, a hidden tombstone, the Salem witch in you, I live.
Over grown with Vines- Poetry Contest
Dated 10-04-2016
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Candlelight
To witness important conversations, history in the making,
Always present beyond only shadows, my light for the taking.
The way I see this world, thus changing,
Lesson’s learned a midst your war, from injustice I see you raging.
The wisp of mans’ glow, up and down the field,
Weapons fired lively, sovereign casualties to yield.
Compromise mans’ written, subtle institutions,
Strong figures heavy hearted, declarations of solutions.
Ideas on ink wet paper, shadows cast amongst the wall,
To my wonder what mans’ planning, for my future come to call.
Circumstances of so many, a dim light undeniably needed,
The absence of my purpose, caused from fear, my light is pleaded.
My flames burn oh so’ brightly, lovers swiftly to and fro,
A guidance into passion, a newborn baby to come and know.
Evolved for centuries, I’ve coddled loved ones, characters immersed in the arts,
Monet, Shakespeare and Beethoven, Einstein relished to Mozart.
A new season for the burning, mans’ love for the lights,
A light bulb, dark halls changing, no wicks on stormy nights.
My historical presence proudly served, my honor not to be mistaken,
Succumb by a Yankee or Gold Canyon, fragranced purpose for the taking.
So many scents filling homes, during daylight hours,
Organized, strategic companies, an appetite for godly powers.
In a new light my scents roam freely, watching smiling families grow,
Very unlike those battlefields, wishing man didn’t come to know.
Moving forward a hope for progress, the darkness I will always fight,
Time evolves, brightness conquers, forever your friend “Candlelight”.
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