for my Son Frankie
The way that
you live your life
and the things that
you do and accomplish
Amazes Me- - - - - - -
It baffles my mind
how you can
be so composed
while going through
your daily existence
You are driven
by a higher force
determined, disciplined,
dedicated and devoted
to your goals and desires
Your makeup is tremendous
all while only
23 years old
You never stress,
just handle what
You have to do- - - - -
Amazing!
sacred, symmetrical, serious skeleton wheel
plotting out steampunk plans for the universe
Concentrating on circular curriculums
Decisive, deliberate display of planned plots
We watchers sit in wonder, wishing we could be of service
Knowing the sageness of your decisions must come from within
You amaze and enthrall us.
You think I escape
I promise, you’re wrong
This, devil red, tape
More thick than it’s long
When my lids flutter
In slumber, I drift
As with a stutter
The problem won’t lift
The horror still plays
My mind will not sleep
My conscious obeys
You call this my “peak”
If only you knew
The depth of my pain
Stronger than glue
All fears still remain
So when I choose sleep
You’ll claim that I’m lazy
Could you be less deep???
That would amaze me
God in all His majesty
gives us now His tenth great gift
of multifarious joys.
Ghostwinds whistle lilting tunes,
motivating dancing leaves
to make their scuttling noise.
Distant hills are masterpieces.
God, the Artist, planned the blend
of reddish brown and gold.
Mums and pumpkins fill their spots
in front-yard settings bright and bold.
The clock is ticking, and thoughts race through the haze,
Three minutes to write, and I long to amaze.
Glancing around for something to jump at me,
Jumbled thoughts swarm; nothing I can see.
Fifty-two seconds—how fast time flies,
Now pressure mounts as my mind’s tries to be wise.
A big blank, a writer’s cramp, and still nothing clear,
But sunlight shines through the patio, near.
I pause to admire its yellow and red,
Bright as my thoughts, full speed ahead.
The clock ticks on, but beauty holds me still—
The buzzing of the buzzer breaks my reverie; I might need an Advil.
I turn it off, smooth my cover,
And wonder if I’ll ever recover.
So many times I was betrayed
By those I could move mountains for
Always confiding in them without fear
Forgetting change is constant
There blows the wind of change
Was stripped naked by the streets
I was denied love
By people I gave my all
They want my ruin
Trying to understand what I am
Instead of loving the whom I am
Been stabbed at the back so many times
By niggas I bleed for and with
Niggas I can kill for
Was left on the street vulnerable
To die but God sent help
Thy trauma's got me lazy
But God amaze me
Now they're calling me crazy
After driving me insane.
to do will always
give my gracious God much praise
does always amaze
will come home today
which is what I hope and pray
with me she shall stay
God gave me comfort
to absorb all of the hurt
while staying alert
when I do waiver
Jesus will be my savior
to love and favor
what would I have done
without God the Holy one
is second to none
energy please give
so that longer I will live
My God did receive
Some days I totally amaze myself... but other days
Put my keys in the fridge, so questions could be raised
It's a daily crap shoot
Go outside in my birthday suit
Wifey-poo bails me out, then sets my pants ablaze
Out
of
the maze-
guided by
twists&turns of life
E-xcellent
M-essage
I-s
L-etting
Y-our
P-oem
A-maze
U-s
L-ike
I-t
N-icely
E-ntertains
J-ust
O-ffering
H-appy
N-ote's
S-tatement
O-n
N-ame
Topic: Birthday of poetess Emily Pauline Johnson (March 10)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
How do hares know when it is safe to cross the railway tracks without any fear
Says Northern Railways it’s because we send them a new time table every year
Rings on our fingers in the 50’s and 60’s.
A big class ring with bandages wrapped around in the back
for those who are going steady in high school.
Mood rings in the 70’s, but not as many wedding rings.
Flower power rings and yellow happy faces rings.
Possibly a barefoot metal car pedal
The 80’s are a blur for me.
Bathtub rings prevalent.
Because I had three small children and they loved being dirty.
The 90’s for me was spiral rings.
I went back to school to get a degree in something.
Not caring what, hoping I could teach with it.
For the past twenty years I have been purchasing rings.
I have a slew of them, but usually wear the same two.
My current favorites. Rings always amaze me.
L-et
E-xpression
A-maze
R-eader
A-s
M-essage
O-ffers
S-weetness
Topic: Birthday of Lea N. Ramos (January 01)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
People amaze me every day. Some for the good and some for the bad. Does it seem we are getting dumber with each passing sunset?
Can it be we are on overload?
Can we not see how we are hurting others all around us? I see and find good from time to time.
Why is the good not there all of the time. Where are we headed to heaven or hell? One's words and actions do tell.
Date: 1/10/2020 Written
Honorable Mention 1/10/2020 STRAND SELECT 8, any form, any theme Contest Judged: 1/10/2020 Sponsored by: Brian Strand
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