a degree and he knows it all
summarizes me in a nanosecond
has me all figured out
simplified into a likely story
for someone else perhaps
but no sir, not for me
casually randomizing
careless comments tossed
into a common salad
the maestro takes words
and plays them back askew
creating his own new melody
with all his pomp and arrogance
he is the type that gives
the profession a bad name
AP: 3rd place 2025, Honorable Mention 2025
It's conscious.
It's deliberate.
It's empowering to the extent you decide.
Reality is forever up for interpretation ~
Is life ugly or is it beautiful?
Your decisions determine your life,
drag you down or become uplifting.
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Speak me your songs
and I'll reply with your bone's deepest chills,
your blood's chilling boiling point,
and your hearts shrilling aches
It's there in the darkness
of Indigo red
Starlings streak the skies
in vapor trails of gold
Winds whistle familiar tunes
as the moon placates the sea's
Time hangs motionless
beneath the permafrost
Revealing what can't be known
The dogs lay silent
in fields of emerald green
and we choose to speak in tongues.
The problem with biblical eisegesis
is that you tear Bible verses to pieces.
And in your effort to make of the Bible and its glory
your own personal story,
the truth value of the Bible dramatically decreases.
She asked, "What does your painting mean?"
I said, "Nothing really. It's just a portrait of a peaceful evening scene."
She said, "But I sense something ominously stark,
there, lurking behind those two figures in the dark."
I said, "Oh, yeah. I see exactly what you mean.”
He tried to say, " I love you."
In so many ways;
Through broken bottles, crumpled cans;
And fits of rage
Doors that slammed, fists that rammed and
Voice that screamed his pain.
He tried to say, " I love you."
Again and again.
Between each curse of hate and
Foul remark,
There lay a spark.
He tried to speak the words
That hearts embrace,
Words that bring a smile to
A child’s face.
Between his actions and the forces
That forbade his voice,
There was a choice.
A message with a lesson
To be learned:
It wasn’t, " I love you."
He was trying so hard to say;
"Can you love me?" was the message
In the fire
That he burned.
• In the good ol' days
• I used to wait
• Nowadays I'm used as bait
In midnight gazes call me sullen upon my cheek
Rousing replies risen bound by chains
Lest mercy be tallowed by all frays
Lest my cheek rise by an untimely hour
Rid my face of discoloured honour
Until it shall stalk by the wretched wicker sun's rays
O wither upon the wicker's sun dropped desire
Feign, o swell upon the imperious bells
Dear wicker, o ire, shalt rain upon the sinner's drencht trap
Leave mellow cleaves upon a skull's prondered fallows
O wicker, dear wicker, fall'n be the strife within my own trial
Ris'n upon a mellow moon's impassive scamp
A whore within such heavenly light, where'n quarry shalt seek a seeming clamp
Fought a feign, O swallow, O blossom by my might
Shalt the wicker sun swoon upon my sorrows?
O life, upon a liver, foreclose a killer
For soon i shall take upon flight
Until the sun's swollen wicker shall take upon the morrow
Shall anguish thrive upon a famisht howl
Come without breaks, nor bend
I shall steal upon the wicker's whelms
Towards the sways, o sorrow shall bend
Belier my helm, 'til all else shall fall hither
'Til I hear the moon call upon the wicker,
And I shall fly.
Can beauty be interpreted
Like the King James Version
All the scriptures made correct
All the verses like virgins
Can punctuation be the eyes
With the comma being a smile
The period being the entire face
And chapters being a style
Can books be the ages and pages
From Genesis to Revelation
And the New Testament
Being the Virgin Bride
Never to be tested or questioned
Can faith be the saving grace
That keeps the form of beauty
The woman, the Queen, the little girl
From whom smiles and hugs were given
From heaven comes the angel that saves
With the rest the soul requires
The comfort given to the mind
Escaping certain fires
Can Esther, Bathsheba and Jezebel
Be just the same as Deliah
With faces that inspire kings
To have that deadly desire
Possess the ability to speak in tongues
Without making a sound
And in the end give God the glory
For the victories He has won
Mutual reinforcement of illusion
and expectation.
House of Livia
filled in by our imagination.
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Lines disconnected from teachings
on Art, Poetry at random.
What did you muse to be their origination?
Perhaps that’ll take you somewhere.
INTERPRETATION
metaphorically
of thoughts
in the
persistance
of
memory
once
perceived
in
gestures
of
spontaneous
innocence
this
necessity
in the
constraint
of convention
of events
in
a distortion
of desire
'tis human nature
to produce nomenclature
minute to major
fake, real or fantastic
words may become elastic
whether read or heard
may be more meaning to words
than felt afterwards
sometimes used as descriptions
or grease to prevent friction
Truth shall ever be
key part of reality
there for all to see
despite interpretation
existence's solid foundation
Depletion of interchanges and expressions of information thru verbal networking is it the key? Misconceived and lacks freedom of one's expression in many ways of involving oneself often misconceived through speeches,
feelings, ideas and opinions, language barriers. Cogitate on the past, consider the
present and meditate on the future, Without
verbal communication one wouldn't function as thinking beings.
questions
curious, unknown
stimulating, interesting, inviting
veil, fog, lake, glass
captivating, intriguing, revealing
inciteful, analytical
answers
8-6-2022
Dazzling Dizzy Diamante Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Caren Krutsinger
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