Yecheilyah’s 5th Annual Poetry Contest 2022

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Yecheilyah’s 5th Annual Poetry Contest 2022

Theme: FREEDOM

Submissions Accepted:

Thursday, July 7, 2022 – Friday, September, 30, 2022

Winners Announced:

Tuesday, November 1, 2022

About.

Yecheilyah’s Annual Poetry Contest is an online national and international poetry competition established in 2017 by award-winning author, book blogger, and poet Yecheilyah Ysrayl. The contest’s purpose is to find and celebrate the work of dope poets while raising awareness about the power of poetry.

Now in its 5th year, this is a contest essential for those serious about literary excellence.

To learn more and to enter to win please visit at www.yecheilyahsannualpoetrycontest.org/

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Have an Amazing Day!!

Poetic Moments in Time…

“I have a duty to speak the truth as I see it and share not just my triumphs, not just the things that felt good, but the pain, the intense, often unmitigated pain. It is important to share how I know survival is survival and not just a walk through the rain.”

– Audre Lorde

Remember that we are all but shattered Mirrors looking to mend our images.

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Blood & Light

How could a year just shy of 365 days bring with it light and blood?
Rays of revelation peaked through the blacked out curtains of our every day lives
There were signs, right?
Little speckles of rise and shine to start our everyday
I remember a time of closeness.
A brief stumble into the shoulder of a passerby
An exchange of folded bills and musical coins to the server at the Starbucks counter
There were no shortages of smiles then
No elevation of voices through plexy glass
Salutations offered with curved lips
No mask to cover our freedoms
We had light
Light not measured by 6ft tape and floor pasted shoe prints directing our comings and goings
We had light full like the moon through blacked out curtains
Peaking its beauty through our oblivion
Then, we had blood
Red and fierce
We painted war faces with our pain
Raised our voices with streams of light only for it to be dimmed by injustice again
We set on fire our rage
Light spread
and there was more blood
Blood in our streets
and blood in our homes
On our televisions
On our fingertips
Yet there were none on our hearts
Just blackened and hardened
But there were small moments of radiating glow in our busyless days
A pulse check
We are still here
Covered in blood and light

– Tehilayah

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Shrugged Shoulders

Its been a long time. I’ve been away and this blog has been stagnant. I know its not a great way to blog or to be a whisper in this loud world.

Have you ever just been in a place where you don’t know? Don’t know why, don’t know who and don’t know where? I feel like the shrugged shoulders emoji most of the time. I don’t know why I don’t know, I just do. That sounds like a mess full of words with punctuation as the icing on the cake.

Worry has always been a struggle of mine. Worrying about things out of my control and even in my control. Too many list and boxes to check in my daily life. Did I do this and not that?

Hey you! Yes, you! It’s okay to not know. It’s okay to just be present and in the now. It’s okay to not check the box and not care that’s it’s not checked. It’s not the end of the world.

Here’s to being in the moment and not knowing a damn thing!

Have an amazing Monday!

Change is Going to Come… Evidence….

Its been a long long long time since I’ve posted on my blog. I welcome myself back from a long hiatus. I hope that you all are well in the midst of all the things that have taken place in this last year. Its 2021 and it has started off with a bang. I say that to say that we are still here. Through all of our losses and gains we made it here.
I have been away for a while. There are times when you need to just stop everything. Stop posting, stop scrolling, just stop! I have not only been away from here and I know that does nothing for my growth with this blog but sometimes you need a break. A break from all of it. a break to collect your thoughts and direction. In all the time I have taken away. I noticed a change in the way I write. A change that has been necessary. I have also watched the world change before me in so many ways. It is an inevitable thing, change is. The issue that we have with it, is the uncomfortable feeling that lingers in its shadow. Change is an opportunity to be better or to be worse. We choose the change we want to be. I wanted to be better. I wanted to be peaceable and whole. So I took time away to do so. Patience is still having her perfect work in me. I have chosen to recognize the beauty in all things and to find the joy that makes me complete. So I am here embracing change without a soured face. Learning to be patient with myself. I wrote this piece in my time away. A reflection of what I saw when I looked out the glass window of life.

Evidence

The moon is stamped with your fingerprint. Only you unlock its light. The sun a glimmer from your eyes. The wind a sign from the depth of patience you have toward us. The rain, tears shedding love on a dying inheritance. But hope comes in spring. Where the chirping of birds are the tapping echo of your fingers against the thrones arm. The whirlwind only comes when you wave your hand. The seasons change at your command. The heat from summer a perfect place in your bosom. Winter, a training ground where deliverance is always near. I bow in awe of you. Every moment a beauty. Every sight is evidence that your are here.

Tehilayah

Remember that we are all but shattered Mirrors looking to mend our images.

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Am I A Poet?

I admit
I’m inconsistent
I didn’t write today
Am I poet if I don’t write today
I didnt write yesterday
I haven’t picked up my sword
There are no battles for me to fight
Did I lose the last battle?
Or is the battle even in my sight?

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Exodus

I admit
My pen has not been busy
It’s been silent
Observant
Watchful
Full of things to speak but I pause and clinch this staff tightly
Selah on the moments recorded in time
Wallow in despair and frustration of what I see
Contempt and hopelessness hold hands counting the minutes until they invade my space
I part my lips
Hoping for an exodus of sound
A murmur
Even a sigh
At the end of this dry tongue is promise
freedom
So instead of speech there are signs
Pointing to destinations
Visions that need eyes to see not the trick but the treasure
Dreams that need interpretations
Ears willing to hear and do
All before idleness crashes against me


Dry tongue
Thirsting for Wet ink to build its walls against the path
White sea clear and full of opportunity
Yet I selah
I pause
I take in the power of silence
The strength and sharpness of this pen
The depth of its permanence
It stains my lips
Again I part them
Take a deep breath
I cross the bottom of this dry ocean of words
I reach the other side
No more wilderness pages
This is my exodus of sound

Remember that we are all but shattered Mirrors looking to mend our images.

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