freedom – Mandibelle16

Poem: Italian Sonnet — “Made Right” #amwritingpoetry

I didn’t think you’d hate me or worse,

Turn your face hard, flat as if I don’t exist.

As if all meanness in us persisted,

Couldn’t heal, and our pink bubble burst.

All this ire in our lives wouldn’t disperse,

Each word we spoke crashed, clashed as glacial winds,

No harsh sentence muttered would rescind.

Inside our bodies ached, felt sore, pain burst.

Despite our tiff, fireflies flew in skies of night,

And, a relationship broken turned right.

Wounds alleviated with moonlight words,

Calmness healed lies’ hurt, provided insight.

We swam the lake, ire to free; hearts birds,

With each fluttering stroke our pain reversed.

#OctPoWriMo Day 15: Poem — Jeffrey’s Sonnet — “The Storm” #amwritingpoetry

For OctPoWriMo Day 15, the prompt is about changing perspective: “Perhaps nothing is entirely true, not even this.” ~ Multatuli.”

For, the poetry form I’m choosing a Jeffrey’s Sonnet: aabccb, (b)ddeffe, (e)g, (g)e in iambic pentameter.

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I can’t see the light, as the storm surrounds;

I can’t see the veil, pierced while brilliance scorns.

So, stay close during this ominous night,

Stay near as the stars implode and bleed,

Where caustic answers don’t sting and impede.

I’m but human with a dash to much spite,

I wish with forgiving words I could right —

Wrongs; my eyes close, murky sickness dwells, forms.

So, let the world sing final tunes forlorn —

Let, the robin swoop in sunshine-sky warmed.

And, let the day not weep, leaves on trees tearing,

As nature cries, twigs, and branches bare.

Let dawn’s sun not burn, let twigs not score;

Leap, rush into the aurora — jump blind,

Keep forging freedom, a kite un-resigned.

#OctPoWriMo Day 10: Poem — Tyburn — «The Way Through » #amwritingpoetry

For OctPoWriMo Day 10, the prompt is what you want/need to let go of, or what still triggers your memory when you think of this thing. The poetry form used, is a new form for me called a Tyburn, which is a six line poem consisting of 2, 2, 2, 2, 9, 9 syllables.

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I’ll lose–

Sight of

Hate; but,

You’ll still–

Hurt me; despite my solemn forgiveness,

You’re insane, a touch unstable too.

*****

But, I’ve–

One less,

Day lost–

Suffering.

Despite all, the Holy Spirit —

Dwells; I’m free through instability.

Poem: Free Verse — « We Drift Down This Shallow Road.”#amwritingpoetry

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We drift down this shallow road,

Golden rods flow and the worlds still.

In fields of wheat pollinated-yellow,

I sneeze, wheeze, still the sight’s breathless.

The world’s a crescent moon in inked-night,

It wanes and we’re quiet a moment.

We’re a flash of starlight and fluorescent colours bold,

Aurora Borealusis brushed with night of silver and gold;

We lay in silence, until the world’s bathed in tranquility.

Higher we go into the atmosphere,

Catching drops of Jupiter in the creator’s lense.

God the creator, my comfort, intelligent designer:

Still, ever-present in this day’s dreary woes.

In sleep we imagine, in lieu of dancing through comet tails,

Recalling laughter, grass waving, the rain sealing our jagged wounds.

We shout when it falls, let it rush unyielding, dense until we’re soaked,

Until we wash away judgement; today’s nobodies business but our own.

In this evening of rain and celestial magnificence,

We’re soaked, standing head’s raised beneath a starry night,

Van Goghe’s painted scene, a photograph of light blazing.

We shiver, we’re inside the car, changing to flannels,

Snuggled in perception, claims, and lies; this moment is ours.

And God knows the truth, that even under the glamor of a midnight sky,

With stuttered breath,

We gaze on silent stars, the multi-colored Aurora Borealis.

My friend, you and I can trapèze across the world,

Avoiding the pull of destruction and madness.

Fly with me to a succulent gardens, ever fragrant, and fields of golden wheat.

Others, of prairie grass, a playground set, where we sing, “Bring me home.”

“Bring me home — your broken souls,” wild cries euphonious.

A snap of light, we snuggle in our sleeping bags, pillows plump against each other.

Here we’re gentle in serenity, an hourglass without sand,

Unafraid, the storm music steely against the roof.

Consistant jewels of raindrops never ending as the night progresses,

The fields of wheat thirst, as do we,

And in the end, we’re all satisfied.

Poem: Wrapped Refrain — « Home in People — Let’s Be Free» #amwritingpoetryloved

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I’m somewhere, and I can’t be,

Locked in a surreal world, I weep.

Not understanding why you test,

Why you try your servant’s rest,

This isn’t home, it’s a hazy mess.

Yet, here I’m trapped so un-dauntless,

With the wicked, the judged I tumble my mind aches wary,

Here, I cry tears endless, do I choose to parish?

****

Do, I choose the better life?

To keep on yearning despite?

Each day passes, dank nightmares,

Indecent spirit’s flit, without sight.

Lord, let your servant away flee,

She repents her sins, let her be.

Let her fly, not caught in shattered lies unseemly,

Chaos, or wicked visions of hurt, dispair dreamed.

*****

Let her be a woman whom,

In dreamscapes awakes without doom.

Let her live again, in the world;

No constant sickness from whirling.

Not with those who’ve no truth, know not love;

Not voices mocking, Holy doves.

For care and justice, I call to you, let me now leave,

Let me flee terror-filled plans, injustice grieved.

*****

Let’s swim in faithful waters clean,

Let’s sit in warm sand, let’s just be.

Let me always be your child,

Keep her close, your presence mild,

Your valiant woman, don’t forget;

You bring me close, despite threats.

Take me home wherever that maybe or might become;

Let’s be free, a woman was created to be loved.

Poem: Free Verse — Free Verse — “Échos of Yesterday” #amwritingpoetry

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Once I melted near a luminous lit flame;

Your wild eerie dancing drove me insane.

Saner than you (if that’s possible), but still off an edge,

My hands bled from the bite of a stone’s ledge.

Once the wide-world made sense, chaos wasn’t hidden behind handshakes;

Malice wasn’t driven into conversations at parks —

Watching pelicans congregate or beavers snap their tales.

Once impunity was celebrated, now opposite views glare;

Souls are battered into currency: bitcoin, change, dollars, Euros, pounds.

Once the world lit untamed with humanity,

The purple sky whirled as the hurricanes eye passed.

Crushed elephant-grey prison walls fell, saturated in hate,

The scent, the whisper of pain a shiver, a fear.

Still, sit I and in God I trust, confused, not yet alone —

Trust in God alone — Lord I think you meant it that way.

I’ll never follow those of charcoal fire — I’m a star gleaming in the inky night;

As the fire spreads, I tremble; I’ll run from the winds of ire.

Here I walk in truth, in the pale-orange dawn;

All I know is the end isn’t yet,

Time is short, though never stolen; time waits for all,

Still time, mine or yours, perceptions of sharing aren’t understood.

Here, nothing is ever enough,

So, run while wolverines guard the path.

The northern lights glimmer, the cosmos shining pin lights.

Watch the stars explode, broken nebulas sucked into lost reality;

I’m not yours, no matter what, I choose to be faithful,

God’s grace chose me — not by works, good deeds,

There’s only He who saves.

So, I run quicker than fire, twirl ethereal though ephemeral in the morning;

I’ll fade, rush to joy, sensations painless without hurt,

I stand, let the breeze blow still as a rabbit spotted by a wolf.

When all within feels fragmented, today I’m whole;

Never to be shattered, and it’s okay to be a firefly —

To swim in the echo of nights lost and long ago summer childhood dreams.

Poem: Free Verse “Forget Bitterness” #amwritingpoetry

If you’re a bear, or a lion, roaring mean, terrifying;

Do you mean to be mean?

Or, is this view a rhyme — lions, tigers, and bears, oh, my!

Or, are you a sea monster? A killer whale, where eating a penguin’s a crime?

Are you a falcon, snatching a seagull, or an eagle plunging for a rodent, a nest to feed?

Maybe you’re a carnivore? Maybe an omnivore killing helpless plants (gasp)?

Do you pray? Or, are you preyed upon?

Are you at an alter, offering prayers to the Jesus? In tears because of how others destroy; people change, life changes?

Maybe you’ll fight, or slip by, a sweet blue-bird pecking;

Still, somehow you’re tiny, persistent, a threat unseen.

So, bow to God, the Father; let all blue-birds fly free — escape a glamorized wasteland.

Even predators will never slow your birdy flight; though they lurk, and hidden monsters yearn.

There are still those who rise above to golden fields; places where needs and desires are provided,

Heaven with wisdom exists:

A world that’s not a dog eat dog, world — it’s a dip in a lake on a hot hot day,

The breeze of the wind in your face — cool water when you’re thirsty;

The best chocolate cake, the most scrumptious steak.

Trust is amplified, no power livid destroys or demands —

Generosity’s a passion, and prices are forever fair.

It’s a garden lush, where God paid for all sins, and we flourish without pain.

Although real life’s tough, full of rage — can we at least exist in the life of before: in-between destruction and perfection — a combination?

Not a ship going under, the waves unforgiving — Forgiveness’s given, and teaching kindness.

Despite hard-knocks with predator’s bite, this real world’s truth is worth a fortune —

For it promises that paradise, those golden fields are a gift — forgettable the blackness of permanent bitterness.

Poem: Italian Sonnet — «Light Conquers, Even for Tigers » #amwritingpoetry

You can’t love what’s wild, yet delicate too —

Cage it as prey; mimic your thoughts.

So, it agrees to suffer what you’ve lost —

Do your wrongs; expect the ordinary through —

Out; as if she’s a tiger and she’s locked.

Anxious she paces, hates a glass box;

Not all tiger roars should need cause or cost.

Though she prowls off walls, still hate she eschews,

Selfish pride, she’s not you, tide turns — you’ll lose;

One day, you’ll slide back into the pit.

So, though she’s weak, still hate she’ll resist;

Earth’s time’s a minute, she’s protected.

More so, faith’s a strength — she rejects,

Evil; God’s light in darkness conquers all.

#MayDay Prompt Day 28: Poem — Free Verse — “ Run to the Fullest” #amwritingpoetry

For Day 29, the prompt is racehorses and racecars.

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I’m no frothing race horse, no comet lighting night;

I’m not a race car lipstick red, vibrant, speeding.

I’m not forgotten, a super nova blazing,

Not a silent victim, not the enemy.

So, change your perception, learn how to perceive;

I’m not part of your world, and the world’s never yours.

Jesus died for me, even here caught in-between.

So, stop betting on my progress, or lack —

There of; stop allocating my life, it’s mine —

Not yours to give, to trade, to conquer, and win.

God’s conquered evil and death, and he won, bets off.

Leave my dear ones alone; your sickness in them —

Bleeds, let them go; no wild antics, lies or woes.

Horses tire, cars without gas sputter out — both stop;

So forget expectations, what you think, or thought,

No games, storylines all your lies that cover sin;

Judge yourself, let God judge others mistakes.

If you don’t give-in, never repent, than you’re lost;

Our Savior saves all, those who know Him not, and do,

Those weakened, hanging by a straw, a thread.

Forget racing, you’ve lost at the start, you’re done,

There’s no power in betting, distressing others too.

Ripping apart existence, condoning dark deeds,

Away from me Satan, away from me demons,

I rebuke you Liars, all a thousand and one times.

Let me home, Lord; take me home, to breathe fresh air,

In fields of white-daisies lilting, horses wild, free.

Take me home, to promenade through the park;

To paint with acrylics roses, and tulips.

Brushes touching sunset, strokes of lipstick red cars,

Back to church, congregations gathered forgiven.

Jesus’ death on the cross healing (even now) when —

I wake each morning, eyes tired and weighted;

Each days a battle, but I’m never lost in Christ.

So, forget liquid fast cars, racing horses,

Let all wild stallions, all mares run through thin air;

Ethereal, brilliant, as to some are red cars.

Let me chase my dreams, real love, no fake lies;

No jealousy, hate, no meaningless rules made.

Let me own what’s already mine; I’m alive,

God protects me, protects my loved ones; let go,

Cars zooming, horse bets won’t save anyone regret.

Whatever you choose, I’m protected; my horses,

Will run, I will live to the fullest, until —

My savior comes for me, returns me to life His own.

#NaPoWriMo Day 22: Poem — Quadrille — “ Ne’er Break Loose” #amwritingpoetry

For NaPoWriMo Day 22, the prompt is: “Today, I’d like to challenge you to find an idiomatic phrase from a different language or culture, and use it as the jumping-off point for your poem. Here’s are a few lists to help get you started: One, two, three.”

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Quatrain – Abab, abba, ccdc, dddd

Casser les pieds à quelqu’un — to get on someone’s nerves

pédaler dans la semoule — to go round in circles / to get nowhere fast

c’est la goutte d’eau qui fait déborder le vase — the straw that broke the camel’s back
(“it’s the drop of water that made the vase overflow”)

J’ai d’autres chats à fouetter ! — I have things to do.

Pedaler dans la semoule, I’m caught circling here;

In the same area, frustrated, stuck.

Going no where fast, but still there’s hope near;

We’ll vanquish rage putrid, find dreams awestruck.

*****

Casser les pieds a quell’ qu’un, means you’re —

Trying my fragile nerves — yet, I’m thunderstruck.

I’ll pursue, life conquering, get unstuck,

I’ll push on despite hurt, and awful fear.

****

J’ai d’autres chats à fouetter, I’ll manage;

Continue to break barriers, fight damage.

I don’t quit, I’ll achieve though I’m ado,

Can’t win, but I’ll survive though mishandled.

*****

C’est la goutte d’eau qui fait déborder le vase;

I might shatter, still I’ll survive hurt too.

God protects, all enemies run –unscrewed;

Despite evil, my last straw won’t fall loose.

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