Like A Shower Of Rain
Dr Ranjit Dutta
While he inject me
A painful sting of sorrow
A reminder of memories that cling,
With every word,a wound revives,
Literally I cried without restraint,
As emotions overflowed in every way
A heart was heavy with sorrow
And the soul was swelling in pain
And tears fell like rain.
A reflection of pain
In his eyes too,
A shared shadow,
A bond that remains.
She injects again in my veins
A heavy dose of sorrow,
A weight that presses
A heart that she knows.
The memories linger,
A bitter taste,
A relationship shattered,
A heart in waste,
Your betrayal was a lesson
Learned too late,
A scar that remains,
A heart that waits
Tears fell like rain.
The Echoes
Her voice echoes all the time!
Every single day, the wind blows softly
Echoes the cold rushes abruptly
Self-graves silently for a long ago
Moon asks for some vibrant belong
Nights and nights, weakness invites
Deadly tears cuddle the knives
Lips are shivering with fear of sights
Some haunted thoughts trace the fights
Gradually, the soft wind blows horribly
Beats beat more and more voluntarily
Blackness covers both eyes
Injects black injection of dreadful voice
Stops, the innocent cries fearfully
Sensitivity slices the whole time merely
Cuts that make the awe clip and collide
Sudden blink of an eye, the angel of eager delights
Hover sweetly, you are a ray of twilight
Murmur's innocence and carves for flight
Raising a mist of surprise to rise
Pouring powers, you then realize
You echo the dream with a sensor bind
Dark is dark, so the bright blinks to find
Magic often appears after the awe
Hold on, you must reckon the law.
Demon possession is on the rise
Because so many people are believing the enemies lies
He loves to dress in disguise
Seducing his victims until their demise
He creeps into families when there is no order
Then cleverly steals your sons and daughters
He feeds on wounds that were left without care
Before you know it your true identity isn't there
He comes to those parties, dressed with a name
And slowly injects you with all of his shame
He eats away at anyone with purpose
One Day you wake up and your life is a circus
But there is nothing funny about the show
Every night of the performance the tears drastically flow
Spiritual cataracts and scales form on your eyes
Your spirit man becomes vexed and it quietly dies
The trauma and tragedies play on repeat
The only remedy is a love that made death obsolete
He destroyed every curse with the cross of redemption
He is the only one who can change your perception
There is no one too far gone that he can't reach
Even if you have felt that your life has been breached
If you open your heart to Jesus you will find
He is the only one who can give you true peace of mind!
By: Sabina Nicole
The snake sidles up to Eve
from God she soon seeks reprieve
With us yet, it slithers into Halls of Power
injects venom ~ brave leaders cower
A pearl beyond price
Is the love of my life
She dances and sings
And plucks my heart strings
With her figure so fair
And her soft golden hair
She sparkles brighter than the sun
Into my life she injects lots of fun
What more could I ask of life
Than to have found such a wife
To be my eternal soulmate
For which I thank the workings of fate
You’re magnificently lovely,
You’re like fine wine, so sweet like grapes from the vineyard.
You are the light that rekindles my love,
Your eyes are the galaxy of stars I want to look at the rest of my life.
Your touch ignites my body like an inferno.
You’re my mistress and master of love.
You’re the doctor that stitches me up when am broken,
Injects me with compassion when am depraved,
And massages me on our bed of roses.
You knit my robe with hope in your gown of passion.
You chose me, I chose you.
Together, we’ll walk out of this maze of prick and thorns to the chambers of destiny.
Always remember the past
That made your life joyful
Forget bitter memories fast
That will be truly useful
In case you cannot assist
At least please stop spoiling
Never show your strong fist
Very bad if blood is boiling
Fighting injects poison only
Into minds that are involved
Avoiding fights help all truly
As problems are then solved
When we keep mind broad
Great mirth we nicely spread
We appease the mighty Lord
Peace enters into our head
If we send a positive message
The whole World gets bliss
Kindness has an advantage
As true Heaven, we never miss.
Painter paints with a brush and hooded mind.
Dentist extracts, injects with a pointed mind.
Mind of cacophony is what a singer has.
Orator hails, evading a faux pas.
Chef cooks with an aproned mind.
Scientist invents, minded with formulas.
Cartoonist strokes, gifted with artistry
Dubber voices over to cover up travesty.
A wrestler can break anybody with a ranting mind.
Audience can just watch and listen with a calming mind.
If a dancer prances with a swirling mind
then a choreographer can relax to unwind.
So many other occupations with distinct minds,
Instructive of vocations and interests
descriptive of master minds.
What is your job?
Crystal-clear drops of sparkling dew
glint as day greets the rising sun.
And a sky of vergining blue
affirming that the night is through,
injects color where there was none:
a brand-new day has just begun.
Jewels of early morning mist,
glistening gems, start to appear.
And though we're aware they exist,
dewdrops are easily dismissed.
For clinging to plants Nature kissed,
drops tend to quickly disappear.
But some tiny droplets amass,
glinting like shards of liquid glass.
And like the tide that ebbs and flows,
Dawn's early light soon comes and goes.
And dewdrops start tickling your toes;
as you walk barefoot through the grass.
"The Secret Place"
Inside
the secret place
we sleep it wakes
pushing nightmares away
poems it breathes
into burning flames
walking in
and
out the gate
torching black hearts
each one a post mark
to light the long way
Inside
the secret place
we sleep it wakes
breathing words between
our lips, it kisses kindness
injects its absolute strength
opening minds to love
in our dreams,
we drink it all in
inalienable words,
we hear it
speak
when it is time
we will need it
when we wake
but do not sleep
and what we were
becomes forgotten dream
Inside
the secret place
we sleep it wakes
waiting for that day
when we will meet
at the gate
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
Life
gossamer threads spun
to trap prey
spider lies in wait
Death
arachnid injects venom
wasp wrapped in silk shroud
death comes quickly
Life 5,3,5 checked with HMS
death 3,5,3
Lune (Mixed Pair) Poetry Contest
Sponsored by William Kekaula
10/20/21
(An Addingham poem)
‘There! Where every curve
injects another memory.’
Analytic beauty that
nestled in verdant valley
allows the mind to review,
where archaic dry-stone walls
enhance the ancestral ghosts,
impeccable trees, nature’s
guardian to one’s heady days,
inscribed when lovers called.
Now historic brows lost
within the village face,
expressive meadows
from a bygone age did
grace now lay in waste,
every thistle upon
throstle nest cut down
and stone barns redundant.
For cement and brick
replace the gathering blooms,
fertile soil lay under macadam
and house numbers
supersede the hawthorn hedge,
and old ‘Bram’ on horse and cart
daily down moor lane
long gone and dead.
Oh. Them old manifestations
embedded, the labour
of many a village son,
where leaf and wood
do part but once a year,
after seasons of regrowth
give way to winter’s ascetic sun
that rolls across Rombald’s moor.
‘Oh. Yes, the sun, one thing
that man has not yet changed.’
© Harry J Horsman 2021
Getting high is a state of mind:
and this altered sense
of reality
can be achieved;
without chemicals.
Life itself offers a natural high
free for the taking.
Running injects a runner's high:
a euphoric, feel-good
burst of energy.
And a belly laugh is
like shooting up:
instantly lifting your spirits
and leaving you feeling giddy.
Meditation calms you down safely,
helping you find your balance;
while taking you on an inner voyage
of self-discovery.
Music touches your soul
and your heart
unlike anything else can.
And yet, fueled by adrenaline,
dance can take you to another level.
Nature's natural, fragrant intoxicants,
such as lilac or lavender,
give your mind a sense of well-being.
So, if you want to feel high,
why not give life a try?
The homeless man's worldly possessions were laid as a bevel against the curb. He rests his head against his backpack using it as leverage to keep himself upright. His drinking and drug use has landed him in this sinkhole of psychosis over the years.
You may think him a derelict but there is still a fragment of resolution for a better life left in his soul. He hangs onto the illusion that he can change his life and save himself as he injects the heroine into his bulging vein.
Goodbye pain.
Eight Word Challenge Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann
5/31/19
Bailey is getting worse
Her illness is cancer
She is brought to the vet
We gather around the bed
Everyone pets Bailey
With tears being shed
Everyone says goodbye
While the vet doctor
Injects the final shot
A Basset Hound so sweet
She will be missed by love ones
Such a gentle dog and quiet
She was loved by all
A dog like her will be
Remembered always
So difficult to say good bye
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