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  Sep 2024 Jill
Nick Moore
Every time I gaze Upon this Scene,
It's like I'm living inside a dream
Those eyes,
What thoughts behind?
Oh
To see
Inside you're mind

Waters flow around you,
Course towards
Cold depths,
Distant sound of shallow breaths

Lifeline
Now
Thinning,
You're voice
Can be heard,
Still
Singing

Hands in abbhaya mudra position,
Flowers still held,
Fate has a mission

On you're journey,  
No fear
Is
Shown,
Everyone gone,  
Now
All alone

Lost love
Drove you to this,
The contract,
Has been sworn,
Not death
But reborn
Inspired by the paintings of John Everett Millais.
The abhaya mudra is a hand gesture that symbolizes protection, peace, and the dispelling of fear. It is also known as the "fearlessness gesture" because the word abhaya means "fearlessness" in Sanskrit.
  Sep 2024 Jill
Harriet Shea
In the collective mind, we stop a moment in awareness listening to the silence of uncertainty, knowing we live for the now, this very moment,  each breath released is all we have.

Lasting a lifetime collecting thoughts of what have never been our
thoughts but an assumption of our supper human consciousness.

Assembled well, the core of existence follows the song that insistently echoes through.

Darkness falls in desperation, confused about where the light is
through the absent-minded people with no consciousness or beliefs
of our ancestors who loved life dressed in all, its glory.

Nothing but hearts that grew strong in those days when storms came, leaving doubt but holding onto hope, having enough
faith that all shall be conquered gracefully in love and equality.

Wherever our minds have floated too, they have come from ourselves first, leaving as fast as the misunderstood thoughts of the uninsured idealistic race of clones of 5G.

Astounded, we blame another for what took place in seconds when we lost awareness to cope with self-truth uniting as one with each
other as we are all one divided, turned face, dividing into a void
of weary confused people who made a choice, not rewarding compliments only facets of misunderstanding choose the
the direction of defeat and darkness.

Fly by the airs of sophistication  watching and caressing a misplaced era of corruption, taking pleasure in what makes one
bleed deeply now, expanding around a new way of eternal thinking of unbelievers wanting attention through devotional weakness of fear that they created.

No hesitation controls motivation, only deception rules the mind
of lost freedom of spirituality.

Desperation scrolls the pages of life's new desires upon arrival
of re-birth without knowledge, understanding, and wisdom deep
enough to know the results of constructed ideas in the old era
had once upon a time in that world of freedom, love, compassion
for others as we still are Divine Spiritual entities lost and alone
trying to find our way back to God.

Paradise returns when we think of paradise.
Love returns when we think of love.
Trust returns when we think of trust.
Unity returns when we think to unite.
Light appears when we find our purpose.

We are all Divine Beings, regardless, of whether we believe or not, this is why
we need to go within and find our force, our reason for struggling
our satisfaction of happiness and devotion to ourselves for
remaining strong in our beliefs.

We must live and be released flying free in the heavens of
our higher self of Love Divine.


Copyright ⓒ DerenaBree( All Rights Reserved).
  Sep 2024 Jill
Ajit Saigal
The Beauty of Love !
The Colors of Hope !
The Fragrance of Life !

Why are you so Encumbered ?
Why Wangled by Time ?
Why Fiddled with Deadly Thorns ?
Is that all for Me from Your Unpleasant Past ?

My Heart abides Undeterred
The Writhing intense for your Exotic Bloom
The Scarlet Petals Enticing and Replete
The Swarm of Love all Invading
The Painful Spike, I know is just Inevitable.

My Heart Bleads profusely
My Soul Stings soothingly
Every Melodious Duet intimidating
Every Blissful Ambience excruciating.

Howbeit,
I hail the Aroma,
I hail the Perception,
I hail the Enchantress,
I hail the Scarlet Rose.
  Sep 2024 Jill
Kris Fireheart
A drink; a drink,
Another for me!
And one overboard
For the God of the sea!

A drink; a drink!
Another for me!
A vision of ***,
A truth for me!

A drink; a drink!
Once more for the gods!
O, safe keep our ship,
From the men of the odds!

A drink; a drink,
Poseidon, he falls!
Dionysus insists;
His brother; he calls!
A poem I wrote once while thinking about drinking on a fishing boat. When I get a chance, I like to go out on boats. Being broke as I am; that's rare. But still, there's something to sea out there... plus I love the old gods. Here's a drink in tribute for them all.
Jill Sep 2024
A scratching on the concrete path
– thin plastic
The brittle kind
Slight enough to slide slowly, in a low breeze
A tiny ping as something caught
– elastic
A flabby find
Light enough to stretch feebly, then a soft squeeze

An eye-shock from the brazen tones
- the clown mask
The grotesque face
Bright enough to clash basely in the Autumn mood
A smudging from the thickest lips
- crazy cast
All ****** grace
White enough to bold highlight the ****** hues

I wonder why it’s lonely now
- lost costume
But just one part
Strange enough to fare poorly in the candy stakes
Bit too obscure for Halloween
- low volume
No candy heart
Change enough to read oddly, as jokes or aches

       Large, ill-set eyehole blues
       - hint at bacchanalia
              A single tear at sadness       
              The open mouth at madness
       Impossible to choose
       - with no paraphernalia

       Child, was your clown-face mask
       - giggle-shed or snigger-skinned?
              Too wet from crying laughter?
              Forgot to get it after?
       Or did you run too fast,
       and lose it in a gust of wind?

Or was it just too complex for
- your fresh face
All comic-dressed
Mixed enough to sit weirdly - no candy here
The others didn’t know to help
- save your place
They tried their best
Fixed enough to get through
       The single tear
       Perhaps next year
bit too early for halloween poems?

©2024

BLT Webster’s Word of the Day challenge (paraphernalia) date 21st September 2024. "Paraphernalia can refer to objects or items that are used to do a particular activity, as well as objects or items that are typically associated with a particular activity, subject, etc. The word can also refer generally to personal belongings."
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