If nobody knew me.
I could varnish to the thin air.
Dine withe the unfair.
displine the cute ,uphold the ugly
And
Walk in you like oxygen
I could smile to those who care.
And be helpful like pathogen.
If..
If no one knew me.
I could breeze to the deepest ocean.
And
Bath in your soul.
Could denounce demons clean.
Could be a phenomenal idol.
If.
If no one knew me.
Could change like day to day.
An amicus of dare
And
Tell fiction.
That defeats friction
If nobody knew me.
I could dance naked.
In a million micro second
Could be ordained marry ,and de-marry..
Could not hurry
For time could be me.
If no one knew me
I could use my unconscious mind.
To make the rude kind.
Magnify the blind
Preach from behind.
If...
If no one knew me.
I could be me.
Like a spirit.
I could be you.
A Gentleman made his reservation in Heaven
Who had donated millions to Charity
Stood up to Bigotry and Oppression
Fought for Justice unrelentingly
As fine a man as ever you'd meet
No smidgen of impropriety --
Though behind closed doors
He'd routinely mistreat
The members of his family
The angelic tribunal examined his deeds
And found them shockingly lacking
Thanks to an amicus brief that God chose to read
~ Wherein his wife and children sent him packing
Is your best friend a dog,
a thesaurus is mine
As yours wags its tail
—mine forever sets me free
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)
A Friend as Far as to the Alters
Where did they go?
Running along the sweeping streams of life?
Standing behind the endless eclipse of darkness?
Hiding under the melancholy leaves of fall?
Bouncing among the clumsy clouds of obscurity?
Swimming around the savage sharks of strife?
Sleeping with the lonely lovers of hopelessness?
Where did they go?
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Contest Entry: Your Own Favorite Poem Contest
Sponsor: Carol Eastman
Placement: 1st Place
Only one of the haiku poems below is serious. The others are frivolous. Can you spot the serious poem?
Longitudinal
lines run lengthwise, criss-crossing
lines of latitude.
A "friend of the court,"
or "amicus curiae,"
is no friend of mine!
For perfect haiku,
you must check your syllable
count religiously.
You can run, but you
cannot hide, from the sweeping
hand of Father Time.
The four in boring
salesman suit pants were foreign-
born ring salesladies.
I tuned my Toro,
programmed my Panasonic—
then mowed through Matlock.
Latin syllable count by:
http://marello.org/tools/syllabifier/
Fugax praeter tardisanum,
Cum omnia memento temporis,
Pecunia et potestas,
Famae et gloria,
Illea isti istae ista vero illud magnus?
Que de illea minorus reis,
Un candlae in illea tenebrae,
Un beate catalus ad tuus pedos,
Un bracchium undeque tuus umerous,
Un subrisus in tuus flos amicus faceies?
Ubi voluntas nos be sine ea?
Que de a lodiscis in illea frigoris?
Que de id?
Apud illes lapis.
(Fleeting but slow,
With everything in the moment,
Money and power,
Fame and glory,
Are they really that important?
What about the little things,
A candle in the dark,
A happy puppy at your feet,
An arm around your shoulders,
A smile on your best friends face?
Where would we be without those?
What about a blanket in the cold?
What about it?
Apud illes lapis.)