The Waiting Place


Poetry| In Between

The Waiting Place

Timeless presence of future’s hold

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Something greater yet appears — remaining in this most curious place — already checked out — uncomfortable, poetically becoming enjoyable. The others — already crossing us out from gathered simple conversations — no longer reaching for obligatory reflection — left on the verge of a great waiting place.

In between here and there,
the Darkness and Cold roll in.
No longer afraid,
but yet Alone the same.

An ending is near,
beginning thereafter.
The Warrior steps in,
only to step out.

Leaving behind Seeds
of Faith, Hope and Love.
Whether they grow,
no longer Her care.

It is time to move on;
more seeds to plant.
More love,
more Peace.

From past twisted fate — futures’ glow — integrating yesterday’s song and future revelations — simultaneously emitting light on darkened shadowy doubt. Stuck was the initial feel — sitting peacefully amidst the scars — afflictions of mind-body — spirit-filling void enters true.

The Warrior awaits,
patiently,
for the next task.
No longer here or there,
remaining In Between.

Our clock is striking soon,
time to begin again.
Spreading Love from Here
to there — everywhere in Between.

Stepping into the Canvas — remaining in love. Here or there — everywhere and wearisome— releasing great mysteries’ opportunity — sharing love with all encounters. The gift of waiting in place — present is, an intertwining — co-mingling of needed thought — love endures. Written off — niceties of the day flying out windows pain — holding firmly — spreading love’s favorite tune. The greater the feeling of this waiting place — greater is the love spreading in between.

~ Ani Po


Thank you, Paroma Sen, for this week’s prompt — often caught in between, telling stories of what has been or yet to come.


Thank you, Zay Pareltheon, Marilyn J Wolf, Viraji Ogodapola, Paroma Sen, Samantha Lazar, Wry Welwood, and the whole Scrittura family for sharing these words.

Much gratitude for those who take time to read, ponder, and allow the inner workings of self to come forward. Grateful for the feedback, love shared, and, more importantly, the Dance with Inspiration. Deep Peace.

Joseph Lieungh

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Nature’s Decay


Poetry| Moving on

Nature’s Decay

No Longer

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Forward here
devilish feverish
jumping down my throat, vomit I did
failed to see who you are
no Longer.

Regurgitating thought
darkness, shadowy embrace
light tunneling in
sparks, heart-pumping transmission
becoming.

Eloquent birth
brightness glaring blindness
standing firmly, solid ground
pitied soul, a silent blessing to
wishing you well, walking on.

Chapter book
filled with antagonizing song
the emergence of fiery truth
walking on
wishing you well.

Now here
flame ablaze
eyes glistening
once again, erstwhile form
eyes twinkle.

Much gratitude
feverish devilish
true essence
natured decaying
no longer.

~Ani Po


Thank you Zay Pareltheon, Marilyn J Wolf, Viraji Ogodapola, and the whole Howling Owl community for keeping the flow of hooter’s quo.

Much gratitude for those who take time to read, ponder, and allow the inner workings of self to come forward. Grateful for the feedback, love shared, and, more importantly, the Dance with Inspiration. Deep Peace.

Joseph Lieungh

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