I fancy you will find a wonderful man
Who loves you the way I once did
And will hold your admiration in hand
To give back to you what I once undid.
A man who understands who you are
One who is present in your times of need.
A man who loves you both near and far
To support you when you fail or succeed.
Perfect in every way, handsome, graceful
Adhere always to your whimsical whims.
Never wavering, unkind, or wasteful
Keeping you warm at night with sturdy limbs.
Greets you every morning with fanfare
Adheres to all the desires you may crave
And meets your unrealistic standards
Pining to please you from cradle to grave.
In your troubled world there is only one
Who is tough enough to withstand such fun.
When you're faced with monsters in a small space
Of claustrophobic dread of darkness, a crawlspace,
It stalks the quiver, narrow graves' breaths of fear.
Strangling the heart's soul as it swallows a tear.
The whimper within the small casket adheres.
Until you stab the caged beast inside, resolve.
It feels safe when the darkened cage dissolves.
What is the real reason.? Toobeah got picked.' A small inland place.' Is this just
The tip.? Not Too-beah inhabited by the
Current little mob, that much longer now
albo, has been a while in 'that job' now I'd
Say those living, there now would be
happy to share
The fact that its now adjoining a Aboriginal
Mission, would not give them great cares.? As
Long as each person adheres to common good.' A way going foreward so the best can be.. Should this place be handed to a
Situation of wilderness, almost complete?
Where a government might have to step in
To help reolacement peoples compete.' And if that winds down? Will mining be next? Will it be really owned by the elements.? Or will government hold be complete? Its well worth considering..The
( a c t, reasons ) so d a v o s oriented whats for Aussie good.? And what
Is treason.? I leave all to think in all other
Places..Will the country keep its treasures.or sorta loose them "on the races?' I think a kid could fix things better.?
To follow the law or comply with
Asks Mister Smith
Forwarding though the current
Or drift
The flow is uncontrolled
The task is manifold
And distance within
This our engine
Appears both new and old
My only nemesis
Placing an emphasis
On something we must understand
Humanity fantasies
Trans and the extasies
Deity rules should be banned
As time you spend your day
In data flow
Don't be surprised to find yourself on deathly row
As reading of the fiction
Enriches your cognition
Invigorates the vision
With adequaCY THOUGH
And differing the fiction
And real facts of life
Is really your own mission
And target of your strive
Where computing meets
Unsolvable for it
My horse move greatly beats
And thus get you Merit
Distinction makes distinctive
And thus the difference
Who made wild life extensive
The flea adheres
Life of the parasites are for the parasites
To choose a way to earn approve
Remove the satellites
Red eyes might grow...
What pure mind don't show.
White eyes might cook,
What dirty mind can't hook.
Clean hands could build of fold...
What plan A can barely withhold,
Filthy hands might weigh of cheers,
What plan B does rarely adheres.
Crazy heart might run bloody metre...
While calm vein don't shy as repeater.
Lovely heart could walk lonely garden,
While lousy vein can't for once be pardon.
A supposed tough date;
Can't be of bargaining bait,
To beat daring procedure...
When love isn't for adventure.
Throughout all the unyielding, cacophonous clamour,
Within the intricacies of intersecting timelines,
Overwhelmingly gnawing inside even the most remote labyrinths of your mind,
Silence listens to every rapid thrash of a trepidatious heart,
Adheres to the wheezing forced from infolding lungs,
Travels from one neuron to another,
Always looking for a pathway to calm your inner demons.
But in spite of all its longings to fix the trauma-laced flames licking your soul,
Its dreams are continuously unsuccessful,
As it paradoxically gets drowned by all the nightmarish noise.
“The darkened sky stole my tears,”
as morning sunshine disappears.
Today's her birthday- ninety years
and rainy weather interferes.
She loves the outdoors- wild frontiers.
In early times, with pioneers,
she traveled far with two careers.
But now, those days are souvenirs.
She has two friends- each one adheres
to lifestyles spent in outdoor spheres.
And now I pray, as fun time nears,
the sun will shine as the sky clears.
The darkened sky stirred up my fears-
I now see sunlight in arrears!
The sound of voices fills my ears-
as she arrives, all clap with cheers!
Make one's self scarce when that cage
suddenly appears and before they
splash that sticky mess that to our
fur adheres..
Learn how to get attention when no
one seems to listen by increasing the
volume and stay persistent..
When offered unsavory courses
just let them sit and spoil,
until they make better choices or
refrigerate in foil..
Show appreciation from time to time
by rubbing on their calves with your behind..
Master opening doors with out reaching the handle.
It should be number two in this cat instruction manual.
Always keep a neat appearance.
Don't make a litter mess.
Have patience with your people and your life will be blessed.
Written: August 29, 2023
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In a world of normal minds, they say,
As thoughts are bound in an adducible way,
A crucial realm of wisdom, often quoted,
Resides in books, yet remains unnoted.
What matters to those commonsensical souls?
Who dread leaving their safe zones of control,
Who adheres to the standard despite harm,
A parody of crucial concepts is not a psalm.
Where imagination thrives,
Ordinary minds bear daring dives,
There lies the beauty of being unconfined,
To the limits of what's deemed normal, defined.
For in the realm of crucial views to foresee,
There is none here that is subject to a decree,
No restrictions on what can be said or done,
No evaluation; no need to comply or stun.
Here, vital ideas turn into comedy,
A playful dance of ideas and absurdity,
Where seriousness waxes a giggling matter,
And the mundane transforms into laughter.
So let us stray from the path well-trodden,
Embrace the unconventional and broaden
Our horizons beyond the ordinary,
In the wit of key views, clarity is a corollary.
I sit by the edge of the clear large lake,
My chin against my knees, a breath I take.
Idyllic warm sun adheres to my wake;
I lift my hands; pray, this joyous daybreak.
Enchanted by the seasoned run away,
unfasten thoughts of day-by-day workday.
A cheerful tranquil moment sets at bay
As I gaze out the caramel gateway.
The sun's glow wanes at a distance array;
Warm honey bathed the shore melting away.
Reality wanes through a hue archway;
A fond moment stolen, beside me lay.
“The higher we soar the smaller we appear to those who cannot fly.” ~ Friedrich Nietzsche
If you ask me, I’ll tell you what I would do
If I had a pair of wings, high into the sky I would soar
Far into a land of peace and love, I would fly
far away, away from war, hatred, and discord.
Where men breathe the names of the Lord
Where youth is not wasted in vain pursuit
With love, where man fulfills all his needs
Where man adheres to the ideals of peace
Where the idea of hatred is despised
Where man strives for the goodwill of all
Where virtue pleases one’s soul
Where men work with earnest zeal
to attain their honest goal;
But the Lord above, it seems, is unkind to me
“O man”, says He, “there are no wings for thee!”
~04/23/23
~Contest: Writing challenge 'W' words
~Sponsor: Constance La France
Dew drop is happiness in a critical poise,
adheres to the grass tip, holding close,
searches for the rapture to find ways
in the dry blade to the heart morose.
Dew drop is joy with dainty grace,
lying on the slender blade of the grass green,
waits overnight for the golden sun to face,
and craft sparkling gem with rare sheen.
Glowing as an opalescent pearl grand,
dew drop creates a crown for the grass to show.
As the sun travels over the desiccated land,
the drop dries, the grass bends in sorrow.
Radiant with the innate gloss bright,
wrapping the dawn sunray the grass likes to share,
tells the dew drop in its own way not to alight,
and reveal at dusk its hidden despair.
Dew drop suffused with the transient glow,
makes for the grass the happy time to pass,
for everything has a time to come and go.
The drop will return, infuse euphoria in the grass.
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March 21, 2023
Contest : In The Grass
Sponsored by : Anthony Biaanco
Spindly stretching brambles rebel from main form
Amused bending stems eject spikes of rhino horn
Thorns barely a repellent for birds resourceful
Tweezer glowing twilight globe, a bitter morsel
Fresh field alien green cone births berry's infant
Chantilly lace pale pink petticoat wraps nymphet
Confetti celebratory moult bulges her fertility
Eighty protruding bulbs shiver in vulnerability
Stern season carousel chastens scanty branches
Snow swallow, boggy terrain new tepid attaches
Saw edge foliage unfold, twitching fox ears
Clusters encombour limbs, absinthe adheres
Florid flocks tossle, augment midnight family babble
Morning dew melt sapor stains fingers which dabble
Outcast tongue teaser, lumpy rubber cleaved
Mauve motivate jaunty juice, mouth received
9th August 2022
Written for Contest:
Thoughts on Blackberries
Sponsor:
Matt Caliri
Neck pulsating, close shave shines over whiskers
Stiff collar pressure, raced anticipation simmers
Key twist intrigue spurs engine's orange rage
Needle throws redline on wide torque gauge
Jaw rigid, fingers grip cockpit lethal leather wheel
G-force grabs chest, insolent beast thrusts surreal
Monster inflamed incredulously adheres to tar
Salivating lion's ravenous rumble has zero par
Ripping up bitumen, sardonic responsive tyres rivet
Road shred's exhausted under rocket fume exhibit
Airtight capsule, caramel cow hide hugs tamer
Eardrums hum, a hundred mile Hyundai shamer
Brawny tawny gold, hot bonnet chrome flashdance
Purrs her melting eclair aerodynamic performance
Pride's pilot elevated by moorish horizon hunts
Hungry headlights still prey with stealthy stunts
30th July 2022
Written for Contest: Joy
Sponsor: Regina McIntosh
Far away from the truth;
People wish to be the new Ruth
That is ever relevant in all spheres
But to simple law of the land, none adheres.
They are the best freedom fighters of all time,
That had our days saved from tyrants.
Meanwhile, to the best disguised prime,
They keep tormenting us been democrats.
The law is duly enforced on the ruled
But the rulers are under immunity.
We've no doubt been fooled.
That after their tenures in offices, they still got gut to preach unity
For all and sundry through subgroup leaders
Who knows how to canvas their people
In total obedience to their cheerleaders
And cement oneness in the minds of the rabble.
To take from us again our mandates
With sugarcoating words and money.
Oh! When shall we adjudicate?
To make democracy runny!
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