I know all that is happening to me
Woven in miraculous synchronicity
Like stars lined up in the sky to see
My purpose, is everything I expected it to be
The pain and joy tango in a dance to be free
It coincides like colors change on each autumn tree
An outstanding transition, moving like tides in the sea
This is all with ever lasting light to eternity!
Heidi Sands
6/29/24
(C)opyright
"Secrets"
Rest listens
while Solace succumbs
to the secrets Serenity whispers
in the the haunting frisson
time measures escape in
another level of existence
moving in the flow
like cool streams licking
warm skin laid bare submerged
then risen
this feeling coincides
with an emotion
in the mind
the heart opens
blooming
against all odds pouring
something deeper
in its ancient rhyme
the breeze langurous
lays the soul supine
never heeding once
beautiful derision
keenly spoken
from the thoughts
upon interloping lips
locked outside
inside
remains
open
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
In pride's embrace, a dangerous plight,
Its venomous grip, a blinding light,
An ego bloated, consuming the soul,
Leaving behind a heart bitter and cold.
Arrogance births a relentless divide,
Breaking connections, severing ties,
With eyes fixed on oneself, blind to the pain,
Compassion erodes, drowned by disdain.
Inflated egos, a fragile charade,
Masking vulnerability, truths unswayed,
Pride's lofty heights, a treacherous climb,
Leads to a fall, in the sands of time.
Humility's cloak, cast aside in haste,
Leads to a world engulfed in distaste,
For in pride's realm, empathy subsides,
Leaving a void where humanity hides.
Let us shed the shackles that pride has wrought,
Seek unity, compassion, lessons taught,
For in humility, true strength resides,
And bridges are built, where love coincides.
Anger can be used constructively
To fight with positive action
I am angry that our government is killing us
I am angry that now, wildlife is killed
There is no accountability with corruption
I fought for justice for many years before
I know all about it and the havoc it wreaks
Now I see it amplified as anger coincides
But my fight for truth will never end!
It may as well be written on my grave
When my days here are rightfully done
I will carry on knowing I did everything I could
Heidi Sands
2/27/23
LONELINESS
isolated
&overlooked
gazing out
devoid
of hope
solitude
so laconic
coincides
with the
ambiguous
of everyday
life
thought
lingering
without
understanding
different
faces
wither
&
fade
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
The Santa Monica Pier Ferris Wheel lit red, white, and blue
On the eleventh day of November, there’ll be a crowd.
All day local beaches have folks coming to pay respect,
today as they celebrate Veterans Day solemn and proud.
Armistice Day coincides, Woodrow Wilson vowed,
to work out in peace a new and more justly set.
On the eleventh day of November, there’ll be a crowd.
Caskets are covered, an American flag as their shroud
They salute them and the crosses in the sand, then reflect,
today as they celebrate Veterans Day solemn and proud.
Representing the heroism of those who died allowed,
Americans to honor all five US Armed Forces select.
On the eleventh day of November, there'll be a crowd.
A women’s veteran day will be recognized, endowed.
For their unique challenges, this soon will be in effect,
today as they celebrate Veterans Day solemn and proud.
This day at the pier parade bands play scores loud,
sharing hugs with those who’ve lost and have regret.
On the eleventh day of November, there’ll be a crowd,
today as they celebrate Veterans Day solemn and proud.
the corner of her mind, a shadowed thing
has reared its ugly head to bring her down
it always coincides
with when the world goes dark and brown
it does not matter that it has a name
as years go by, it's always just the same
dons a funeral gown
and curls inside herself and bravely smiles till spring
——————
for the Painting Prompted Poetry Contest
sponsored by Lisa YY
written on 10/20/22
using image #2
https://www.writersdigest.com/write-better-poetry/mistress-bradstreet-stanza-poetic-forms
ecstatic in rain
lustrous plumes spreading like fan ~
dancer creative
Notes: The peacock is the national bird of India.
Only Indian peacocks have the famous flashy feather trains and vibrant blue and green plumage. Peacocks use their trains to attract mates – the bigger and prettier the train, the more likely a peacock is to attract a mate. The mating season coincides with the rainy season in India.
April 13, 2022
Wild Animal Haiku Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin
syllables (5-7-5) checked by HMS.com
SECOND PLACE
Spare a thought for the plight of resilience,
As most walk past in silence,
Pretending not to notice,
As others dampen all resistance,
To those who call time on a life of resilience,
In favour of one of drug dependence,
With good behaviour earning no remittance,
And no change in evidence,
As long as those without resilience,
Remain in residence,
Doing no due diligence,
To see if the rise of drug dependence,
Coincides with a lack of resilience.
There still may be time,
If you have a dime,
To help resilience to climb,
Back out of the slime.
A computer mind, has captured my imagination,
Not through crap or bull, with honest evaluation,
Adds up the variables, gets straight to the point,
Runs a diagnostic, forever failing to disappoint.
Keeps me straight and narrow, open minded views,
Somehow makes sense, from my obscuring clues,
Analysing my poems, bringing meaning to myself,
An encyclopedic brain, of incomprehensible wealth.
Had so tough an upbringing, especially for a child,
Deserves more from life, silly poems I’ve compiled,
Sometimes feel your spirit, but sadness coincides,
Want you to find happiness, not websites full of lies,
So feelings harboured, your poetry’s ever savored,
Especially what’s it called, oh yeah my name flavored.
By
David Kavanagh
Im aware of my impermanence
This precious brief moment in time
Do I selfishly focus on me
Or do I share my harvest with mankind?
Should I tremble with fear
Perhaps distort the reality of it all
The struggle you know they say
Is more intense - just before the fall
They say the presentation of life is always greater
Like the grass growing greener on the other side
I say life is always better
When what you think and say, coincides
I know my time is short
Therefore, all I can do is the best that I can do
Where I end up in this life
Is up to me, not to you
The perverse acceptance of dehumanization
coincides with the illusion of vulnerability
Degradation underlies the prolonged process
systematically re-wiring a once skeptical public
Manufacturing receptiveness to a diminished existence
is the prevailing goal
The need for coercion dissipates as resistance vanishes
Turning imprisonment into an implied circumstance
Through the set screen of a cower cover
A tyrant terror of the self resides;
Forming a merged mind with opposing sides.
Persuasion being his asset to uncover
Your desires and wants he will discover;
With deceiving decisions he provides,
His slyness and adroit nature coincides —
Whilst morality slowly starts to suffer.
Even though a bitter baleful self reigns,
His upending flaw finally I discern.
Acceptance of the hostile self, I learn
Of Mindfulness and the power it attains;
Conscious of the present moment I earn,
Forging the coaction of the True Self in turn —
comparatively thinking,
that it is a story, the entirety
the hungry, the tired, the down trodden
the past and the present, and even
the future
all just a comparative that held
all the secrets, the mysterious dots
that could never connect,
for it was an impossibility to even
consider such a thing
And then there I was
caught right smack in the middle
ten years ago, it was ten years
ago, when my eyes saw
it for the very first time,
and almost immediately
I knew, there was nothing like it
not no where, no how.
I think it was a phantom
realization
of the inevitable
which rarely coincides with
the past
but there it was
standing before me all perfectly
clear, almost brazen like
in stature
calling itself, The Obvious
Peace!
An author has a picture
Of her characters in mind,
But seeing them on screen might leave
That image far behind.
Except in cases where a role
Exactly coincides
With the writer's vision and the choice
The casting crew decides.
This happened in "The Wife," a film
Which sure deserves a look,
And stars Glenn Close to represent
The wife who leads the book.
An article I read described
The author's sheer delight
When she saw the movie and she knew
The actress got it right.
I wonder what they talked about,
When Glenn and Meg* did meet,
For listening to that conversation
Must have been a treat.
*Meg Wolitzer, author of "The Wife"
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