I don't mean to be untoward.
This news, I grant, is a bit awkward,
but there are some things that must be said.
As of last Thursday, noon, you are quite dead.
I’m excited to announce my new contest
Enter if you will if you don’t no sweat
This one is based on Stevie Wonder Music
It’s meant to be fun and a tribute so do it
Please be kind and use your own mind
No plagiarism no profanity no AI
I look forward to reading your precious lines
The flowetry of poetry always a good time
No rules except write something new
No AI no words that are lude
Remember not to write your name too
And I can’t see photos until contest concludes!
Good luck
Wonder what type of poems will be best
In my new couplet poems only contest
Will you wow me with colorful vocabulary
Will your poem be monotone, dreary, merry
I agonized over who wins a trophy the three
But every single entree is from a winner to me
So get your wonderful writing chops in gear
My contest is on until the 2nd of the new year
Though it likely won’t take me forever to judge
As you poets are know it’s in contests you love
Since I can’t write
May as well read
And sponsor a contest
For free poetry
Hope you will enter
If it’s your desire
Maybe you’ll find
Words that inspire
The contest is for
20 lines or less no more
I hope it’ll be fun
And not a chore
Power in the Tongue
Is the contest name
Write away for fun
Poets do your thang
New poems only
Don’t forget to explain
In your words not phony
Don’t use your name
I’m enjoying rhyme
But you don’t have to
The style is yours to design
Good luck to all of you
Angel's amity amidst angry assembled archenemies,
archangel's amazing announcement,
an armistice achieved, armaments acquiesce,
ardent applause,
averted an armed and amoured armies animus
and an Armageddon annihilation
A sure ear-bursting announcement:
It shall walls vibrate: pronouncement
A knight’s last-hour confession:
Banging the pregnant profession…
“I can’t. I will not! Where is he?
Don’t even mention any fee
May be, The Vicar should do so
Here’s the microphone as I go…”
“Who feels fine hanging on a tree
What makes Conscience cease to be free.
Recovery I see damned slow,
Numbness from a meeting with snow.”
“Master of Ceremony’s Trap!
Thank God, I always keep my map.
Yet, after today I’ve resigned
To have The Ambushed reassigned.”
Today, he is she
Perhaps, you are me
Petri dish babies
~ from some laboratory
Children howl, like wolves and dogs,
Dumping rules, like dirt-dust logs;
The teacher's cane rarely works,
The principal flares cause smirks!
Workers stand, pandas-perplexed,
Cattle crazing next, stand vexed;
Students some; Angels! Correct,
Others: Devils! See them wrecked!
Principal-tiger hurried,
Like sheep, each teacher worried;
Each angst of future buried,
Students leap like light-bodied!
27 October 2021
Breathe in...
...2
...1
...Breathe out
...4
...3
...2
...1
Repeat
What can it be if not ignited tension
Among retirees waiting for their pension
That weakly caters for their weekly ration
Their numerous legs, hundreds of suspension:
A carbon copy of the criminal’s in a police station.
Long, I’ve been watching their tired faces
And ceaseless circuitous paces,
All of them buffeted by the issued new orders
About which they wouldn’t tell others…
So, the Ministry won’t immediate payments be making
For the breath of relief they should be taking
And for long sitting on retirement seats,
occasionally their only nurses for roaring heartbeats
And varicose veins of legs deserving an apology.
The Ministry - for Goodness Heavens!-
can, herself, spare the Image of Black Ravens
with the firmest farewell to “Come Tomorrow” Announcements,
Often her making time-seeking searchers of misplaced documents.
J-oyful
A-crostic's
Y-early
S-tatement
O-ffers
N-atal
C-omposition
L-etting
I-t
M-ake
A-nnouncement
Topic: Birthday of Jayson Clima (February 10)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
She called me up a while ago
In her voice there was a glow
I've got some news for you, said she
I'm getting married soon, you see
In her voice there was a glow
I knew that you would want to know
I'm getting married soon, you see
It mattered not if I agreed
I knew that you would want to know
And, Dad, it's kind of late, and so
It mattered not if I agreed
Goodbye for now; I've got to go
And, Dad, it's kind of late, and so
What's the name, dear, of your beau
Goodbye for now; I've got to go
We haven't met; please take this slow
What's the name, dear, of your beau
I've got some news for you, said she
We haven't met; please take this slow
She called me up a while ago
there he was
in his white coat
afraid of our reaction
as he dropped the C word
we watched it bounce off the floor
and hang there suspended
no one reaching to grab it
we all sat there with a blank stare
pretending to be deaf
frozen in disbelief
biting our tongue
holding our breath
limp arms down our sides
it couldn’t be
how could it be
wanting to unhear the word
but there it was
in all its ugliness
in the middle of the room
while the coat made its exit
that throbbing C word
loaded and sobering
resonating in our ears
leaving us in shock
Published in my 24-page photo/anthology ~THE POWER OF TWO~ 2020
AP: 1st place 2026, 1st place 2020
Submitted on October 21, 2025 to the contest 2025 POETRY MARATHON MILE 23 sponsored by MARK TONEY - RANKED 7TH
N-ews
E-xpresses
N-ice
I-nterest
T-o
A-nnounce
Topic: Birthday of Nenita S. Solares (April 19)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Yard Birth Announcement (Prelude)
Eleven years, yet that news unveiling
Still resounds happiness that fills our heart
You may write down your wish, still accepting
And out in the box new hope will start
Embrace this day as another journey
Stepping across the mown grass in a yard
Scent of fulfillment, day will stay early
You will see the rainbow as wishing card
The splendor of eleven years is heaping
Of what you are now is so fast to keep
Days of moving and nights of dreaming
The childish moments in a whirlwind’s sweep
Slowly branching out from our care
Where your fate will be, will follow our prayer
April 5, 2018
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