The one room school house always was too full.
The windows oversized and chill on winter days.
You sat behind me, I thought you were real cool,
one day you passed a note to me to say...
I Love YOU, you wrote in colored pencil.
I kissed the yellow paper on that line,
then took out a red pen and I stenciled
a perfect heart, PLEASE Be My Valentine.
He blushed from ear to ear and, he scribbled more
a crumpled paper said, "Please meet me in the park...
on the bench, by the fence,".. too cute to ignore.
The bell rang, out we went into the dark to spark.
That day so long ago, now we're old and gray
I often think of that kiss, as near me, my man lays.
(Joy Over Sinners' Repentance
The tax collectors and sinners were all drawing near to listen to him
The Pharisees and scribes began to complain
"This man welcomes sinners and eats with them
" So to them he addressed this parable
"What man among you having a hundred sheep and losing one of them would not leave the ninety-nine in the desert and go after the lost one until he finds it?
And when he does find it
He sets it on his shoulders with great joy
upon his arrival home, he calls together his friends and neighbors and says to them,
'Rejoice with me because I have found my lost sheep.'
I tell you,
In just the same way there will be more joy in heaven over one sinner who repents than over ninety-nine righteous people who have no need of repentance. (LK 15:1-7)
The Sacrament of Confirmation
Confirmation perfects baptismal grace
The Sacrament gives the Holy Spirit to root us more deeply in divine filiation
Incorporate us more firmly to Fr. Christ
Strengthen our bond with the Church
Associate us more closely with her mission
Help us bear witness to Christian faith in words accompanied by deeds
Like Baptism imprints a spiritual mark or indeliable character of the Christian soul
For this reason one can receive this sacrament only once in one’s life
A candidate for Confirmation has attained the age of reason must profess faith
Be in the state of grace
Have the intention of receiving the Sacrament
Be prepared to assume the role of disciple
Witness to Fr. Christ, both within the Ecclesial bond
Annointing of the forehead of the baptized with sacred chrism
The Good Shepherd
Christ is the True Shepherd
"Amen, amen, I say to you, whoever does not enter a sheepfold through the gate but climbs over elsewhere is a thief and a robber.
But whoever enters through the gate is the shepherd of the sheep. The gatekeeper opens it for him, and the sheep hear his voice, as he calls his own sheep by name and leads them out.
When he has driven out all his own, he walks ahead of them, and the sheep follow him, because they recognize his voice.
But they will not follow a stranger; they will run away from him, because they do not recognize the voice of strangers."
So Jesus said again, "Amen, amen, I say to you, I am the gate for the sheep. All who came (before me) are thieves and robbers, but the sheep did not listen to them. I am the gate.
Whoever enters through me will be saved, and will come in and go out and find pasture.
A thief comes only to steal and slaughter and destroy; I came so that they might have life and have it more abundantly.
I am the good shepherd. A good shepherd lays down his life for the sheep.
A hired man, who is not a shepherd and whose sheep are not his own, sees a wolf coming and leaves the sheep and runs away, and the wolf catches and scatters them.
This is because he works for pay and has no concern for the sheep.
I am the good shepherd, and I know mine and mine know me, just as the Father knows me and I know the Father; and I will lay down my life for the sheep. I have other sheep that do not belong to this fold.
These also I must lead, and they will hear my voice, and there will be one flock, one shepherd.
This is why the Father loves me, because I lay down my life in order to take it up again. No one takes it from me, but I lay it down on my own.
I have power to lay it down, and power to take it up again. This command I have received from my Father." (Taken from JN 10:1-5, 7-18)
The Unjust Steward
Luzerne County Community College
I further my education right there
Being there really increased my knowledge
W-S-F-X was on the air
I was the promotion director there
and I hosted Campus Talk a few times
Associate’s Decree without despair
and having a family more than dimes
back in High School college wasn’t in mind
Working out at sea college wasn’t bad
college did get me ready for the grind
and for a moment my mother was glad
but most of all I learn more poetry
and my writing makes me feel truly free
My school work revolves around my laptop
It can do anything I want it to do
It cleans my messes faster than a mop
It is faster than a ten person crew
I buy any movie or song I need
These things entertain me anytime I’m bored
This laptop created my special creed
My laptop is amazing and adored
Over the years it started to slow down
The hardrive ran out of a lot of space
The PC booster starts to make me frown
My laptop is older than grandma’s lace
My laptop saves time and gets the job done
Me and my laptop have a lot of fun
When I walked on the street my known knew that who am I?
When I commit something wrong they note and complain my try,
when I travelled into a different area where I am known a stranger,
I like to exaggerate my personality to gain extra and never feel danger,
My gossip is humorous, conversation is welcoming others not cry.
Who am I, where I come from, what do I do they love to know?
I created climax to find a place for growth to walk faster or slow,
Nobody objected me until, I didn't ignore or criticise someone,
or someone suspects me when he found that I'm speaking a lie.
people ignored me they were willing to know my position is how high?
If I feel sick in an area or my progress is blocked I can move for change,
If I fail to learn one thing I can move to learn other for a different arrange,
actually I failed when I stop to learn or walk into a different direction,
I failed when verbally I talk much and don't believe to take an action.
Being Prepared for Judgment
"Gird your loins and light your lamps, be like servants who await their master's return from a wedding, ready to open immediately when he comes and knocks.
Blessed are those servants whom the master finds vigilant on his arrival.
Amen, I say to you, he will gird himself, have them recline at table, and proceed to wait on them.
Should he come in the second or third watch and find them prepared in this way, blessed are those servants.
Be sure of this:
If the master of the house had known the hour when the thief was coming, he would not have let his house be broken into.
You also must be prepared, for at an hour you do not expect.
The Son of Man will come."
But if that servant says to himself, 'My master is delayed in coming,'
Begins to beat the menservants and the maidservants, to eat and drink and get drunk,
Then that servant's master will come on an unexpected day and at an unknown hour and will punish him severely and assign him a place with the unfaithful.
That servant who knew his master's will but did not make preparations nor act in accord with his will shall be beaten severely
The servant who was ignorant of his master's will but acted in a way deserving of a severe beating shall be beaten only lightly.
Much will be required of the person entrusted with much, and still more will be demanded of the person entrusted with more." (Taken from LK 12:35-40, 45-48)
when you find another friend i never mind,
you go for a drink or walk, I never went behind,
i look after you and your family, I don't complain,
you come late when asking, you speak a lie plain,
i find you hear phone secretly and trying to bind,
i never blame,' you 're wrong' and have no fight,
you care me and my family it was only my delight,
you 're wrong to have left me and changed your mind,
few years later a young lady ruined you and run away,
you become old and sick approached me to stay,
you died nobody noticed police found you a week later,
i told children,''you died' they said,' he died for 25 years hater,
A man learns from mistake we read always a quotation,
who learns a lesson to change climax, we believe in fashion.
Morning beach caressing white sands and waves
Murmuring the forgotten song ready to roam,
Towards the lonely rock , paradise of the young waifs
With volatile desires and dreams, all gone.
Vulnerable verdure near living volcano, a hot place
Cast by a fleet of green clouds on yellow skies
Where misleading light showed the fate`s lace.
The red flame goes kingly down, until sunrise.
Kindliness, on an empty beach smiling to man;
Knitting covering the sides of the rock calls life in.
The hot rock will knit the smoking brows again;
It makes signs towards the graceful sea with green skin.
Like an inward song for a deaf beach somewhere,
There the volcano seems asleep in a hush of salt air.
Some Advice in This Sonnet
A few words of advice in this sonnet:
Don’t hurt, if you too don’t like to be hurt.
When bad deeds return, you might regret it.
So watch your deeds, and take care of your words.
Always know that from above you’re being watched.
On your right and left are angels writing –
Collect whatever good deeds you may lack,
To please God and meet Him while He’s smiling.
Avoid supplications prayed against you,
Especially those of righteous Muslims.
Beware of everything you see and do –
Know that on Judgment Day, you’ll be questioned.
Obey Allah’s Rules, and good you shall get.
If you displease Allah, yours is regret.
Miriam / Mariam Mababaya
< master of disguise menacing havoc
I fear not your pronged fork and wooden stick
but one illuminates from presents sight
tis I carries master key whom ends plight
brushstroke if must with your evilness twist
for I stand strong from an Hevenly bliss
poke and probe away with your woven schemes
tis I'll be the one laughing though it seems
your inferno fire from gates of hell
diminished by just one shake from this bell
so bring on your barriers and good grief's
tonight I'll be the one with good night's sleep
sowing not fear of satin's smitten grasp
but turning check telling to kiss thy ass
The Devil Made Me Do It
Sonnets Only Contest
Its not a downhill anymore. We've stopped. Dropped. To the lowest of lows. From the highest of highs.
Nothing can change. Everything has flopped.
Mistakes will always be made. All promises will become lies.
It's the way we were brought up. No one holds on to there word.
No hesitation whatsoever, point blank. Its second-nature now.
Don't you know what year it is. There is no chivalry, haven't you heard.
It'll never be the same. There's no forgiveness now.
Bank cards are used to crush and cut lines that break ties.
Cigarettes are used to dilute the amount of pain we cause others.
When is my next hit? I need it now! So bad that I'm willing to make Mamma cry.
I've been down this road before. What kind of an example am I to my brother.
I don't want this anymore. I'm tired of feeding my hurt with more pain.
With all this abuse, who gains while I make myself go insane!
I grown up in her strong arms,
she protected me with her charms,
I never seen change in all weathers,
she cuddled me in her feathers,
and faced with confident my harms.
I never noticed time when I reach at home,
She opens the door why it not comes to my dome,
I disturbed her and never signed her warms.
She is my mum I walk with this pride,
she also has right why do I hide terms?
I forgot her to dispatch a bunch of flower,
I were busy to construct my life tower.
She cooked, cleaned and walked for hope,
I love my taste she builds my future top.
Rejection of Christ
Then he proceeded to tell the people this parable. "(A) man planted a vineyard, leased it to tenant farmers
Then went on a journey for a long time.
At harvest time he sent a servant to the tenant farmers to receive some of the produce of the vineyard
But they beat the servant and sent him away empty-handed. So he proceeded to send another servant, but him also they beat and insulted and sent away empty-handed
Then he proceeded to send a third, but this one too they wounded and threw out
The owner of the vineyard said, 'What shall I do?
I shall send my beloved son; maybe they will respect him.'
But when the tenant farmers saw him they said to one another, 'This is the heir
Let us kill him that the inheritance may become ours.' So they threw him out of the vineyard and killed him
What will the owner of the vineyard do to them? He will come and put those tenant farmers to death and turn over the vineyard to others
" When the people heard this, they exclaimed, "Let it not be so!" But he looked at them and asked
"What then does this scripture passage mean:
'The stone which the builders rejected has become the cornerstone'?
Everyone who falls on that stone will be dashed to pieces; and it will crush anyone on whom it falls
" The scribes and chief priests sought to lay their hands on him at that very hour
But they feared the people, for they knew that he had addressed this parable to them. (LK 20:9-19)
(Another Name for Gen Y(My Generation)
Beer goggles and Whiskey Rivers,
Pain numbing remedies that exude depression,
Marijuana oxygen and pain killer shivers,
Innocent faces with devilish expression,
Blood red eyes with cocaine explanations,
White lies, cooked up in haste,
For the aforementioned, sell your feelings for a taste!
Young lady, young lady, impossible to find,
What has become of “Daddy’s Little Girl?”
Grew up as billboard, all body and no mind,
Succumbed to degradation just to fit in this world,
Princess? No More!
With bitter wounds and sans support,
Responds to “bxxch” labeled as “whore”
Sex for poison and sex for sport!
Young man, young man, could you bear to walk alone?
With choreographed legs and clay molded spine?
Quoting the majority, speaking with your friends’ tone,
Holding onto shirttails while blindly disregarding lines,
Unprotected sex just to help you feel alive,
Forced to buy diapers with the pennies you have earned,
From one into intoxicated night you did not want to be deprived,
Came a baby by a girl whose name you had to learn!
Young lady, Young man, both working like a slave,
To provide for a family that neither wished to know,
They scream as their dreams get sealed within a grave,
Essential sacrifices because the baby has to grow,
A self-destructive generation, corrupted and vexed,
Generation Y, is Generation XXX
Why do we delve in school all day and night?
Sunrise and set, both see egos engrossed
In education used by us to boast
And overtake, regardless of how slight.
Our Grade Point Average must define our worth!
Exams, essays, homework; praise them wholly!
Our university’s prestige decrees
Whether or not we each deserve our birth.
A battle fought with cap guns, noisy toys;
The animals, stuffed full with bulging fluff
Dress up, our feet are touched by dad’s shirt cuffs;
These games are played by infant girls and boys.
How easily high intellect astounds
The geniuses with brains of Play Dough mounds!
It has been built beyond the last frontier
on salty marshland and on tidal streams
on visionary plans, on hopes and dreams
Here comes to rest the restless pioneer
The waves and wind inhabitants don’t fear
because the levee like a fortress seems
Although the water may rise to extremes
the stronghold by the bay will persevere
The city has the water in its veins
It flows for fish and man, past work and rest
In the Lagoon ends every waterway
And when it is the season for the rains
this landlocked sea is at is very best
and leads redundant water to the bay
< amidst grass carpet he plays
long ears bushy tail white paws
nibbles bulbs munches away
poor little thing had some flaws
hides hair braided and despaired
didn't stop this little guy
thought to self this wasn't fair
bowed head and started to cry
nectar is what he had sought
on this hopeful days journey
not to be trapped or be caught
or carted off on gurney
Mister Nibbles came to play
In garden's bedding today
We Must Make Good Use of Our Riches
Then he also said to his disciples"A rich man had a steward who was reported to him for squandering his property.
He summoned him and said, 'What is this I hear about you?
Prepare a full account of your stewardship, because you can no longer be my steward.
' The steward said to himself,
'What shall I do, now that my master is taking the position of steward away from me?
I am not strong enough to dig and I am ashamed to beg. I know what I shall do so that, when I am removed from the stewardship, they may welcome me into their homes.'
He called in his master's debtors one by one. To the first he said, 'How much do you owe my master?'
He replied, 'One hundred measures of olive oil.' He said to him
'Here is your promissory note. Sit down and quickly write one for fifty.'
And the master commended that dishonest steward for acting prudently...
The person who is trustworthy in very small matters is also trustworthy in great ones;
the person who is dishonest in very small matters is also dishonest in great ones.
No servant can serve two masters.
He will either hate one and love the other, or be devoted to one and despise the other. You cannot serve God and mammon." (Taken from LK 16:1-6, 8, 10, 13)
(From the other side of the track)
Grammar the regal tool of pure English
Alas used as a wedge to classify,
A divided country a trait snobbish
To ridicule lampoon then pacify.
This class structure based on one’s conveyance
The transfer of language the written word,
A populace afraid of decadence
Chances of education seldom heard.
Behold the reign of slang chaste dialect
Devolved from our Viking forefathers,
Just a distant phase of one’s recollect
As those characters our grandfathers.
Tradition broken down with one issue
Purity of a language to pursue.
7th january 2012
You applied divorce what was a matter?
I'm little liberal and a good chatter.
when we go for shopping why do i talk others?
we live in a society as a sister and brothers,
what do they think about me you worry Mr. fatter?
you start heavy drinking and chain smoking,
and terrifying your soul, she 'll flee away, not better.
you 're my husband taken an oath in front of God,
In the public, not secretly you speak in voice loud.
don't curse yourself I've nothing in mind for scatter.
Doubt for what speak with me if I'm wrong,
Life's short, try to live happily family life isn't long.
Look at those birds they love eachother and sings a song.
try to understand our relation no need to exhibit in court tong.
A Valentine day, we sat on the rocks and played with ducks,
Rolled over the grass and embraced the bench holes,
Pulled the knitting balls and stretched the rubber calls,
Waved the legs and rubbed the tussles for stall hooks.
Messy hair wrapped in muddy spots to roll over the red looks.
Sunshine touched my spine and glowed behind the shades,
Bird flunked above the smoke in a hard talk to touch my fades,
A fragmented doll in a love fall why minds the rounding crooks.
My strength is bright has a big fight to elastic the bubbly talks,
A golden way we lived in our day that noted in memory books.
Valentine opens the living door to enjoy love more that's mine,
Happiness touched my bones in healthy tones we roasted fine,
Love encouraged me comes from soul free warmth me in cold,
In a rainy day, offers me a play fiery sparks that we can hold.
Make clear intent the way you act;
Imprint fond zest to live and learn;
String fine content that blooms with fact;
Touch fills the quest as you discern;
Ask for the grace to bear with stain;
Keep a sound mind as mistakes show;
Express your pace and dare face pain;
Sense truth incline when error grows.
Reach deeper still to know good sense;
Expect to find good cheer that flows;
Value goodwill in present tense;
End with true finds as learning shows;
Apply and meet what fancy sums;
Live timely sweet despite outcomes.
11 June 2014
Though full of direct knowledge of his fellows
Whose eyes and faces are a script humane;
Though voices sing to him like Lobos' cellos
Yet in lack and loss and woe this man remains..
In times gone by,the voice and face sufficed.
Poets read and we seized upon their lines;
But now a subtle tortures been devised
To write with pen and letters intertwined.
This man though wise like cat,or bear or owl,
Has failed in his acquaintance with the pen.
Nor does he have the words which politicians howl.
Nor can he read more than his list of sin.
For now the map is where the mind must dwell
And of reality,no-one can tell.
We are the suffering generation
The Conspiracy of Incineration
Has been unleashed upon our Nation.
Battered and bruised, we hold our stations
Against the onslaught of our Education
I can hear them calling me
Feeding off my misery
Will I ever be set free
Will they ever let me be
I weep now for what befalls
The men who walk between these walls
And tremble as the Siren calls
Yet there will be a joyous day
Where we command and you obey!
Inspired by Mohammad Hafez
I dedicate this poem to them who are ignorant and making statements on innocent girls that were raped and killed in India.
Disturbance creates crystal ball for heeling flirt.
irresponsibilities perform failure of skills and spreads dirt.
reliabilities of options confirm the intellect of a utilizer,
that runs a system; a person becomes consultant or an advisor,
firms establish a uniform asks young girls to wear a short skirt.
conversation counts in matters also smile draws relationship,
Academic education and experience fails if it takes nudity step,
the system is based on production, progress and growth,
time is value, money is source that never counts someone's hurt.
personal skill counts in an interview to differ a colouring shirt.
caste, colour, religion, language or a boundary that never counts,
if corruption or selfishness profound fails if honesty not in account,
something is different unaffordable that attitudes fail to apply,
we develop injustice, forcible manners in our daily amounts.
She never truly sleeps for small ghosts keep
pulling their stars into the plastic bag tent,
and the raw wounds left by the Janjaweed*
creep into dreams like the lies she invents
for her three living children. Her father
whispers genocide from a place of peace,
as though his ashes had never smothered
a daughterâ€™s screams, as though the unceasing
cries of the hungry had become silent.
Tomorrow, she will gather fire wood,
water and scraps, swallow a relentless
weight. Rape hollowed her, yet left her pregnant.
Strange, this life inside, feels like her others,
a frail light kept in the darkness of Darfur.
* The Janjaweed are gunmen who have systematically
annihilated the African Muslims of an area of Sudan
known as Darfur. Entire villages were wiped out.
Gang rapes by the Janjaweed are done,
in the hopes the 'ruined' woman will bear a pale coloured child;
their goal is to wipe away every trace of a people, their culture.
This is madness. This is genocide.
The bones of children litter open graves.
Nearly half a million people have been killed.
Camps of makeshift huts provide little shelter
for 2 million displaced people.
With the love of my brother I was bonded,
And of such, I was blinded,
I failed to see his quality in others,
And I compare other love with his
His love was with trust and understanding,
His love was with care and kindness,
His love was with equal and sweetness,
His love was with courage and mindful
Not because he was my brother,
But because he was a man of sober,
And always in less violent and more verbal
He is Precious.
And so I find it difficult to have such where he is not there,
And with this, thus, I have none love left for others
First look, glasses as my eyes glance
From left to right I begin to read
Much as if I were in a trance
My education faulted for this deed
Second look with randomness I search
Looking for a pattern, no not the glasses
Does this person attends a formal church
This poem is one of their trespasses
Third look now the compulsion takes me
The poem was edited to fit the picture
But I say this isn’t possible, it can’t be
If so they surely deserve a stricture
Three looks, glasses or not, all were done in vain
If you copy, paste, add punctuation then it’s plain
Poem by Wayland Bunch for Occlusion contest. This is a rhymed form of poetry under 20 lines, but technically it fits better into the category of Sonnet, so I don't know if it will be accepted. If not back to the drawing board lol.
Embracing both honey and yellow bitterness,
Golden bees` benedictions in amber soul,
In condensation on the breasts tenderness,
With indomitable embers new blue sky call;
In yellow yesterday, it was your young sun:
He took its yacht behind the wrought iron rocks;
Glowing in the subtle worn concentric pun,
From its garret, the moon, a girl with blond locks
Sat near the yearning wreath of the apple trees;
She’s ready to travel and balance the grove at its best:
With secret fruit caressed by a mellow breeze,
Ready to spin a yarn about the yeast of the West;
In other concentric yellow yearning yesterday;
The stars` mutiny began running away the gray.
Never mind; we all have brain but not intelligent.
Misunderstanding and disappointment is living base;
Harassment and mischievousness why do we face?
Is someone responsible somewhere for this dent?
Is hell or heaven a living standard an approachable hint?
We waste our present to plan tomorrow or to analyse yesterday,
We never estimated our progress but celebrating a birthday,
The entire life education fails to teach us mankind,
But modern human is living in a ghost tent.
Eats smell and spreads stink but not avoiding mint.
living in waste; searching better taste for standard living,
never learns a lesson, crime is his fashion for care giving,
Why do i disturb others and like sound sleep for more relax?
Always looking short cuts and direct rout for a clean shaving.
Fr. Christ said “I am the living bread that came down from heaven...
If anyone eats this bread
He will live forever
Who eats my flesh and drinks my blood has eternal life, abides in Me and I in him"
Essential signs of Eucharistic Sacrament are wheat bread and grape wine
Communion with the Body and Blood of Fr. Christ increases the communicant’s union
with the Lord God.
Receiving this sacrament strengthens the bonds of charity between the communicant and Fr. Christ
It also reinforces the unity of the Church as the mystical Body of Fr. Christ
The Church recommends the faithful to receive the Holy Communion at least once a year.
Fr. Christ Himself is present in the sacrament of the altar
He is to be honored with the worship adoration
To visit the Blessed Sacrament is a proof of gratitude
Expression of love
Duty of adoration toward Fr. Christ, Jesus our Lord
When we met you were "The Talented Miss Glory"
And I laughed at your little joke.
But over the years I've come to see
The truth that your "title" spoke.
You're a teacher of kids, about...everything
Your students are so blessed.
Some kids have above average educations,
Our kids have the best.
You make everyone feel special
You always put others first
When someone's in need and you can help
You jump right in headfirst.
You rise to every challenge, I'm amazed at what you've endured.
So When it comes to things that describe you, Talented's the word.
Abuse of God's Grace / Necessity of Righteousness
One of his fellow guests on hearing this said to him, "Blessed is the one who will dine in the kingdom of God."
He replied to him, "A man gave a great dinner to which he invited many
When the time for the dinner came
He dispatched his servant to say to those invited
'Come, everything is now ready.'
But one by one, they all began to excuse themselves...
The servant went and reported this to his master
Then the master of the house in a rage commanded his servant
'Go out quickly into the streets and alleys of the town and bring in here the poor and the crippled
The blind and the lame.
' The servant reported, 'Sir, your orders have been carried out and still there is room.
' The master then ordered the servant
'Go out to the highways and hedgerows and make people come in that my home may be filled.
For, I tell you, none of those men who were invited will taste my dinner.'" (Taken from LK 14:15-18, 21-24)
I look up to see the remnants of greed
I look to my side to anarchy set free
The air is swollen with the despair of past plunder
Serenity is but a void complacent to none other
Gone are the days of freedom and glee
Stupidity reigns, a shower cures H.I.V?
Misconstrued talks, all end in facetious decree
Don't alk about education for it holds only lightness
Abuse of trust, usurp all you can, yet still no one taught
People in high places secure theft money with no effort
Look away innocent for you must not judge,
Your voice is your silence, do not hold a grudge
Freedom was our key handed to us in 1994
Alas our country to dire straits she has brought
Our upcoming elections on 22 April 2009 will place Jacob Zuma (a.k.a rapist, murderer, fraud
theft and liar) as the South African president. If his party gains a 66% majority (which is
highly likely) he will be able to change the constitution and thereby not serve his sentence for
rape. murder, fraud, theft and stupidity - look out Zimbabwe, here comes South Africa!
Newly adopted toddlers mourN
Indemnity as locus standI
Event invites the employeE
Rodeo on the wealthy riveR
And the black gold run et ceterA
Nobles with black gold gains remaiN
Spectacles of other specieS
Opener ramains incognitO
Ne'er-do-well holds the horN
No one remembers the mooN
Expatriate the extra farE
Teach the gospel momenT
Auspicious August was a king of old,
who used aspersion as if it were gold.
Baron Aseptic, he declared: filthy,
and his best virtue, his asperity.
The Baroness called the king audacious,
her husband was very assiduous.
“He austerely cleansed all crime from his land,
King August could not claim something so grand.”
Though true, most ascribe her words to her end.
August assailed the Baron to defend
Pride and Respect. The Baron was astute,
killed his wife to appease the royal brute.
His atonement acceptable, the king
made him Groom in the princess’s wedding.
Amidst the heavy rains,standing here I'm,
Holding my hands together ,hoping to be fine.
Walking through the streets ,repenting upon the past,
thinking what to do next,and when did I smile last.
Nothing seems to strike,nothing going my way,
however hard i try,no use of what I say.
To whom shall I show, the scars of my life,
the pain of which ,increases my strife.
I have reached a stage ,at which I can't turn back,
to fulfill my wishes which my life lack.
Now I wish sometimes,I still had been a boy,
to be loved by everyone,filled every moment with joy.
But time and again,reality comes back to me,
and amidst heavy rains I'm again on a crying spree.
My existence is incomplete I can't dream my world without you.
I can't produce a life hard task for me until you don't merge,
as a building is incomplete door and windows need emerge,
naturally i were born incomplete to complete a portion of you,
otherwise my entity is infinitive that 'll never be gone through.
I know the importance of embracing degrading is not my lore,
You 're my love factor I can't survive alone if I need to rise score,
My living is hopeless, desires are rootless, your assistance is true,
you made for me, I made for you but who made us for growth,
we are incomplete to complete a unite when we merge both,
No need to abuse each other as we 're the toys of time,
We feel pain when we break a heart, try to kill each other a crime,
Nobody is wise, a single person can't rise then why do we blame?
If a woman or man are complete argument is baseless no flame.
Someone disturbs me in my sleep that I met him 1st time.
What's his name, where he lives i don't know why do I ask?
Everyone in my family loves me do I need to know about this task?
people call it love to enjoy someone's company in dream's rhyme.
Unseen passage, hardest part to find on earth only in a hymn.
When I found him, he was with someone I ignored that all,
He was my target I lost my sense and attached me for a call,
I never thought a smoke will fire above with my little chime.
I heard my friend was claiming I'm on wrong spot and time.
Sentiments counted me a rogue they claimed it as a crime.
A married man or a partner lives with someone what's wrong?
if others fall in love and trying to ruin his personal belong.
Hard to find in someone's smile he is vacant or occupied,
When you gripped in one's clinch that breaks you a matter wide.
Today I walked the lake the wrong way round
and seeing such, the world seemed upside down.
What once was on the left was on the right
and shadows fell where once there was sunlight.
Agape, aghast and tipsy, I did toddle
all befuddled, as I dawdled, round the puddle.
Seeing sights I never thought I’d see,
meeting folks who walked a ways with me.
What a miracle, what sheer delight
to find some changes bring happiness not fright.
To find so much of what we see is mere impression
of how we walk, with whom and our discretion.
But, Widdershins* is the way I walk round
seems my right side up’s your upside down!
*To move 'widdershins' is to go anti-clockwise, or against the sun.
So what would you do
if you woke up one morning to
a sign on your dorm room door
saying in no uncertain terms this is for
warning you that the reek in the halls
has exceeded the tolerance levels
our policy calls for? C'mon y'all!
We know we accept brilliant devils
but we expect you to at least
bat your eyelashes to the fact
that there's a pretty dang dangerous beast
out there. We hope you can call on your tact
and moderate your in-your-faceness
enough to where it deserves its effectiveness.
actually, this is sorta a semi-sonnet, but i went with the closest could think of
When all the sand's run out for yesterday
and here you stand reflecting on it all,
no matter what you do, or what you say
you'll never change the way time has to fall;
the sand's been piled onto the waiting floor,
announcing time's run out, as you can see,
all hopes and dreams now fade, to be no more,
as if the way it's piled is meant to be;
all Heaven knows you've done the best you could
to shape tomorrow as you'd want today,
but somehow things don't go just as they should
and sands of time don't always fall your way.
The best we'll ever do is turn the stand
and hope again our time goes as we've planned.
.................© ron wilson
The great upper mid west
Minnesota put to the test
Ten thousand lakes and streams
Reality for many who like to dream
From Itasca state park
To the Louisiaina's wooden bark
The mighty Mississippi flows
Gently down the outcrop she goes
Crime rates are always's on the rise
But really does it come as such a surprise
Everyone seems to like to hug
Except when its a mosquito bug
So many call us Minnesota Nice
But some still say were Cold as Ice
Oh, the full, the precious words,
The darling letters, lighting gray,
Like thousands of thousands of baby birds
Come to carry my dreams away!
The pages waft, sweet and mellow
And spicy subtle scents of old.
Are they stained an aged yellow?
No. They've grown a glowing gold.
I know a man whose wrinkled page
Glows such a gold with passioned glee.
His face, though leathered and heavy with age
Seems all the more rare and beloved to me.
For the soul of a poet is forever unchanged
And the Pulse of the Bard yet floods his veins.
Months of work coming to a final test,
three hour papers in hot rooms, it’s no jest.
Classics, linguistics, fine art, all for me,
revision time seems too short now you see.
June is a student’s nightmare, no release,
impatient for freedom and inner peace.
Am I ready for the open days show?
Images and sculpture, for public glow.
The nervous tension gives me a headache,
summer madness, for education’s sake.
By exam end I’m dazed, lost and confused.
Ready to relax, no longer abused.
Escaping class for some summer sunshine,
Idyllic dreams with the one I call mine.
Where, are we now, is the question at hand.
How are we to feel, upon this lifetime?
Are we to sit, now do nothing or stand?
Up against evil, as well simple crime,
This country became great, not from money.
From doing the right thing, when needed now,
American life not always sunny,
We have become, to greedy for endow.
Our wants, desires, out grew natural needs.
Things have become more important to all.
We have grown much waste, harvested no seeds.
Forgot about love, betrayed natures call.
March forward; bring back our ancestors plan.
Building country stronger, you know we can.
Sponsor Paula Swanson
Contest Name Just poetry
Perhaps, it would be Rockwell’s second choice
for my happy home has many different voices.
All around a small man-made lake they walk
proud American’s, multi lingual, they talk…
A maple forest with sweet pine blessing
Whites and Asians, Indians, caressing.
Lovers from all of the many nations
in my park find, content, contemplation.
Children of all colors play like sweet bits
and each and every Grannie watching, sits.
The American dream a joyous reality
a warm, loving place has risen here, free.
So, let new artists and artisans arise to portray
the bountiful beauty of each towns diversity!
He is a mechanic
Repairing failed brakes
to help or to worsen
I know not
for many have fallen victims
in his act of mechanikism
the failed brake he repairs
but to second mission it
He wants it second missioned
but the result he reasons not
for life he thinks laughed
The car now bloody
More drama drifts as the curtain lifts
Centering some stigma away from enigma
Gold shines within obscurity the mind sifts
And we digest the donation of driving dogma
We could form our own opinion
But learning levees our dominion
We're already perfect, no need to voice
All the world wants is our choice
So let others roar what we are looking for
The decision's retrieval should stay primeval
Don't try to explore how they're taking the floor
Choose the lesser of evil in propaganda's upheaval
I am a piece of reinforced concrete,
I can withstand a lot of punishment.
I am frequently used to make pavement,
Since I can absorb the impact of feet.
My bones are parallel prestrained steel rods,
Placed along my body to add more strength.
Steel becomes stiffer when you stretch its length,
And my flesh mixed of ground rock and dirt clods.
In modern times I have many a niche,
Into any shape I am pourable.
I serve the needs of the poor and the rich,
Being strong, versatile, and durable.
Bridge, foundation, and irrigation ditch;
For any project I am feasible.
Nigeria is this you the mighty?
The diamond in sought by moon faced ladies
From world of tale where value values
Discovered and polished by civilized dignities.
Nigeria is this you crumbled by hatred?
Pure gold covered with dust by the miners
Curtain call is for Cain
A land blessed than the biblical Eden
In the hands of greedy Rehoboam
Who swore to break your back with horsewhip
Children who delight in kill’ their mother on Birth stole.
Desperate ritualists who choose to Sacrif’e the oval.
When shall you rise in the hands of your enslavers?
Like Joseph of the coat of many colours.
Its emotion itself moulded in pens hue,
The feelings in it are from vast ocean to tiny dew;
whence it hath filled minds shallowest lakes,
It flows down from heart as through snow flakes.
Proud and great are those creation--
Whose thought consist of truth along with imagination;
Those creation without truth are fake--
Passes to past,these new pieces,floating upon time's lake.
It has the majesty higher than Everest,
It covers within itself from lions den to tiny nests,
It has the beauty brighter than pearl,
Deep message doth around it curl.
Lssons of academics--do they continue in life in general?
Message in poetry --they do run with life till funeral.
Is demonstration a progressive method for normality?
Skills for a good quality are necessary for product,
Nobody wants to pay for wrongs, who can stock useless dirt,
Quality is a demand of us we return the goods if are faulty.
If a worker isn’t responsible who can pay for job royalty?
Responsibility is faith for living and security for a job,
If attitudes are hooliganism who can control a mob,
Principles are for betterment we need to draw formality.
Education and training is for realization so we can faith,
Faith is an actual life, understanding for living standard,
What is hard to follow the rules if we like human growth?
Satisfaction is a root of honesty if labour is n’t bounded,
Care is only a path that can provide benefits to both.
If rules are n’t applicable what is gain of one and hundred?
O’ Father, O’ dear Father, What do you know about God?
Please explain to me why do you have or I need my faith?
Where he lives in a hell or heaven why human has a myth?
Is he a Merciful, forgiveness or a kind-hearted Lord?
You have blessings and prayer, you know worshiping method,
Please explain me, why we need worshipping in what image?
A portrait, statue, wind, light, fire or a planet what range?
Is he a human, bird, animal or insect what colour of blood?
Why do I born human, why I having a struggle for rights?
Why am I against dictatorship if God is only superb?
Why human has different nature and fight for high heights.
Why is only human controlling why n’t animal deserve?
Hell is better or heaven, why is earth suffering for fights?
When I fall sick, what is a meaning of a best herb?
A business is clever, handsome and polite.
Linguistic, apologetic but tactics are behind.
Mathematically and politically he is honest mind,
Dramatics, gymnastics and generatic bright.
Pleasant, tranquil, psyche psychometrics bite,
The bourgeoisie possessive and proletarian prodigal,
Lucrative, ludicrous, resumable heroics skill,
Personable, arguable and a desirable diet.
Forcible, flexible and fund raiser responsible,
Likeable, sizeable and an unshakeable height,
Referable, preferable and transferable mongrel,
Credible, reproducible and decisionable slight.
Expressible, risible and a sensible detail.
Challengeable, achievable and demonstrable kite.
Her behaviour was exceptionable but exceptional.
She has enormity of inflammable but flammable,
Her feasibility generalize that women is most credible,
Naturally internment, ingenious but usually seasonable.
Prevaricate, masterful and triumphal but confessional,
Intensive to locate liability to decimate flout,
Careable, loveable, a family addicted always in doubt,
Import surcharge, impediment, tortuous, indulgent decisional.
Children and woman why conflicts conscience consignment,
What is consensus, consecutive censure considering?
Conservatism is consequential continuous consistent,
Living is execute and executive, exempt revising.
Nature, God or sophistication who is defendant?
Hell or heaven, what is important living excising?