Yet again such troubles
Speaketh as words
The surges of evening
Make darkest the day
As if expectance is deserved
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If you can withstand my
Ooh auh wollies
And my auh we oohs
Then I can deal with your
Auh she mollies til we
Say I do
Got auh nutta one
Tryna get tween
She and me
Baby keep me near
Got auh nutta one
The buck stops right here
She's my lady
Someone I love sincre
If the nights are for sleeping
I will say I do
Conflicting resolutions
Solved tween me and you
She likes meddling
She likes getting in
Others affair
She tells a story
I feel like I'm right there
If it's about us together
Then I am all in
Marrying a special woman
One I call my best friend
Got your gossiping
Right here in my hand
All ways got some thing
Only you know
My wife is my friend
Stop underming me
My gal is right here
Those you better hands
And snears and sleases
It all stops right here
Under your balcony
I sing for you an aria
and hereby do profess my love to you
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
(A lone voice whispers)
Write your words like mesmerising spells
Like
California yellow bells
To bewitch hungry
Eyes that see
Using your incredible
Vocabulary
By all means
And the four types of comprehension
Literal
Interpretive
Critical
And creative
To conjure
Themes
And memes
From the fourth dimension
To enrich jaded eyes
To stimulate weary senses
Send forth your unique voice
Via your prose
To grace unconsciously moving wet lips
With a sweet scent
Of your inner
Red rose
That tempts them
To read on
In their moments of stillness
And you'll realize
your love of poetry
May be the missing link
That completes them
Like the three wise men
Who once saw
The shining
Star of Bethlehem
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
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the shadow
of a spiders web
clustered to an
old straw hat-so flat
She to be his Uxor: or he to be her Vir,
might I pause to discuss?
" When he makes interest in a Woman we
shall seek you
to challenge him in for her love
might some speak this as misculo
so I might profit from his gains
" the fair lazzo"
She like him must want
there desires shall be laughed
upon the tongues of those who
to learn from such troubles.
Might the moon troublee the still waters
to wave from shore to shore!
One's interest in her might pry her from
him. One's interest in her might
draw them closer.
Thus must we challenge and and make
story of these persons. To make specticail
and folly of.
Might I quote Sir tropiteaze " Cuius est solum,
eius est usque
ad coelum et ad
inferos" From the subsurface to the Surface,
interest make hell rise under heavens skies!"
might such sieze to exsist, under the nights of
Misculo!"
From The Bovel
Goals of Lovers
Desires of Others,
By Haas Gissen.
** A Mystic’s Words for the Broken **
The endless prayer
Paces alert in the old cobblestone alleyways
In the nearly abandoned
Neighborhoods where sounds
Carry easily and echo even all
Footsteps and cries —
The endless prayer
Goes on, ready to listen whenever
Called by the Holy Spirit
To intervene, to bring
Voice to the souls
About pleas heard
Bouncing off the cobblestones;
Rattling the old tenement’s windows;
Distressing the attendant angels,
Who quickly retrieve their armor
And join the endless prayer,
Lingering in the passages
Of the soul’s aria for healing
For the despairing hearts
Having lost peace,
Lost love.
Hurt carries the echoes
From the cobblestones to the clouds.
The endless prayer rains.
Drowned hearts have no tears.
Flooded streets do not echo.
The thirsty soul sighs
Along with the present angels,
Who take up the leitmotif of
The endless prayer.
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(c) sally young eslinger 9/29/22
Thanks be to God…
Now that you are here,
take in the sunset
and the flare of wings
catching gold
in sweeping turns down
to water creased with waves
and the foam wind blown
to shore. And here,
the vision of her
tracing the minds
furthest reach in footsteps
upon what you see
and how the sun's last light
anoints her face.
Feel her presence here
in the lift and fall of tides,
the breathings of water
washing over crusted rock
and the air
gilded with seaspray.
Now that you are here,
gather in the distances
as the evening closes in
and the day
slips from the horizon.
This is the time of dissolution,
the birthplace of dreams
within whose chambers are held
the secrets of the tribe,
their stain and triumphs
ghosted upon a mirrored world,
the time
for the songstress,
chronicler of the soul,
the one who hears the murmur
of creation as it ripples
across the vastness,
the voice of love channeling
the faint echoes of the sublime
through an infinite silence.
Let’s do it again PaPa Jerry
I want to fly clear up to the sun
Higher; it’s just a little scary
Cause swinging with you is so much fun
Round and round is how it’s s’pose to go
Sometimes it gets hard to keep it up
Hula-hoops are so much fun you know
but not for you because you’re grown up
I’m really tired PaPa Jerry
But I do not want to take a nap
my eyes are heavy and I’m weary
can’t I just lay down here on your lap
Not ready for our time to be through
I sure wish that somehow you could stay
Don’t you know just how much I miss you
Whenever you have to go away
8/2/2017
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SONG: 'Run To You', by Kaue Penna
VIDEO: The Voice Kids (2020)
POEM: 'Adolescence: Apollo's Aria' - [Kwansaba Form]
2020 December 12
By Will K
"Mele Kalikimaka"
ALOHA!
A radio aired an awful auld aria,
Astounding all my aged aural edifices
In eerie aura of araucaria trees
Aching angrily in a loud typhonic breeze.
My brain wanted to burrow to escape the pain
Of sounds as a warren of rabid jackrabbits
Digging to escape mangy slobbering coyotes
Howling hungrily in panting pursuit of prey.
Such a scratchy song, if played in the briny deep,
Would chase crazy-eyed kraken to the mountain tops.
Callas, Verdi and Puccini would flee their graves
For a screechy symphony of barbed wire sitars.
Praise be! The off button my shaking hands did find;
I woke up, pressing on my belly button hard.
A pub that's typically Welsh
Has music the English can't squelch
Hymns and arias rule
But, like any gene pool,
The loudest is always a belch!
autumn belle splendor
graces deep crimson leaflets-
harvest equinox
*****
Date - 1.30.20
Strict Haiku Poetry Contest
Sponsor - William Kekaula
an aria of light
during a cold dark ebon night
angel spoke before I awoke
whispers of love from her
two spirits led me to your sight
A non-fictional dream I had last night.
May 18, 2019
Writing Challenge 2, May 2019, Lind68868 Poetry Contest
Dear Heart
Theme Chosen: A Dream
Autumn's Aria
As crisp chill usurps the summer air
Autumn flirts with every colored tree
Coaxing with musical wind so fair...
Fall leaves dance to death quite willingly,
Spin in pirouettes so wild and free.
As leaves with stunning colors now rest
In a quilt to warm the earth below,
These jewels arrayed to look their best
Add such pleasure to sweet autumn's glow
In the glory that her gifts bestow.
Halloween will share with so much fun
Kids adorned in costumes...scary, sweet,
As the full moon's glow replaces sun
From door to door they will trick or treat;
Hear their laughter echo down the street.
Rain rendezvous with wind's whistling choir;
Joins in song as geese take southern flight
In silhouette of harvest sunset's fire.
Pumpkins mirror moon's enchanting light
'Till dawn displays pristine hoarfrost bright.
8-26-18
Bring on Fall Contest. ~First Place~
Sponsor Francine Roberts
Hush child,
give Mama a bosom suckled smile
Let me bathe you
sweetly in nursery rhyme tears
Hope to heaven
that it soothe your infant fears
Close your eyes,
don’t listen to the 313 area aria
drive-by lullaby
Snow White blue eyes
be spreading full moon wolf fright
Wearing a siren badge,
crimson bright Red flashing light,
she’s low Riding thru the Hood
Nana say that Po’-po’ girl
is just plain undercover no good
She packs a lean, mean Beretta
in her black widow hip-holster purse
Gat a 9-mil poisonous will ...
it always collects
the death-dealer inheritance bill
Little one,
I’m afraid to say,
she’s riding around tonight still
Close your eyes,
don’t listen to the 313 area aria
drive-by lullaby
Try not to hear
the nightly,
ghetto coroner cries —
The pavement pillow woes
of Black rose smothered sighs
Little baby,
it pains me to say:
Soon,
you gon have to open your eyes
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