Example below
PERSONAL STYLE
underlines
conspicuous
contrasts
whilst
retaining
meaning
must
assert
itself
to
immediately
alter
ego
&
fascinate
as
colour
unfolds
in potential
paradigms
profoundly
alive
whispering
possible
interpretations
Melissa and Aaron created wedding cakes
When asked to make one for gays, they declined
The state of Oregon didn't give them any breaks
To religious conscience, the state was blind.
Over a hundred thousand was confiscated to start
They were told to make such cakes in future
Given a gag order, not to say what's in their heart
Then came an online surge of hate
Their life and their kid's lives got threats
Their truck was vandalized, they had to move
Melissa and Aaron may have had regrets
But went to the Supreme court their case to prove.
The U.S. Supreme court said that the state
can't force them to violate their belief
In free lands you shouldn't crush debate
With anonymous messages like a thief.
The Klein's bible condemned how some behave
The Kleins didn't hurt anyone, they left folks alone
To assert their beliefs, they shouldn't have to be brave
And waste years defending against a mob with stones.
September rains could not put out
sparks that set the forest aflame.
Forest beasts, scurrying about
with innate scamperings, self-same
in prior incendiaries,
take part in this unending game,
branch to branch in furtive scurries.
The red flame, gradual at first,
spread through the woods in swift flurries,
licking each leaf to quench its thirst,
from under-growth to tree and bush
painting nature, a mad florist.
Now every leaf a ruddy blush
till the whole forest was ablaze,
and from each leaf the green it flushed.
The autumn dance, a Dervish craze,
with wispy winds stirring the flames,
waltzes in a different phase.
Forest creatures assert their claims
and in speedy rush they gather
all they can find: seed, nut and grains.
With the coming of November,
the leafy flames dance themselves out.
Each leaf, now a dying ember,
meets the dismay of winter’s pout
leaving every branch charred and bare.
Now all the fires have been put out
and forest beasts without a care,
now safely curl up in their lair
awaiting for the green spring fair.
The champions of flatness,
stand alongside the rotating lunacy,
assert to protect the earth’s edges
from the domination of roundness.
They congregate paradoxically in rings,
proclaim that the curvature is a delusion,
gravity is a hearsay in critical conspiracy
of circular minds caged within a sphere.
The horizon stretches along horizontal line,
marks the perimeter of the planar world,
beyond which the clouds disappear into abyss,
the basin holding the contained oceans.
At the frozen fringes of the flat atlas
lies the great ring of the ice walls,
the boundary keeping the world from falling
into the celestial silent nothingness.
flickering space teases
we wonder what lies beyond
as with bliss blob on head
heart forges a bond
from root to medulla
looping crown and third eye
energised up to the navel
completion draws nigh
crown connected to the sky
feet grounded with earth
as ineffable peace fills form
healing palms assert self-worth
nose chakra transforms breath
toroidal heart expands
magic underway
is as presence demands
The husband decided
To take a stand
Assert his rights
Make his demand
Thought he was holding
All the cards in his hand
Now he realizes
Things did not go as planned
His brain and his mouth
Left his heart unmanned
Anger and bitterness
Quite eloquently spoke
The heart left with no defense
Naturally got broke
The wife watches quietly
As not once she spoke
For none of this madness
Did she evoke
What a cruel.. cruel joke
Mess with her head
Breakup a marriage instead
Joker~vs~Jester
Throw in the towel enough said
Awareness sans love is inert,
heart’s joy unable to assert,
so of what use is that knowing,
which bliss magnetism cannot spurt?
Oh, esteemed clergy, heed to the lament,
Of laity's voice saddled with virtues not lent.
So also grasp the virtues and never go askew,
We all misstep, but confront the truths you knew.
Pride is tacked with injustice and palls of deceit,
Assert no purity from a tongue of the same suit.
You preach of love, yet starving us of that light,
You assert faith that still craves a discerning sight.
This is not animosity, but a call to an upright quest,
So you would thrive in honesty away a worldly jest.
Truth waver not with altitude; retract the craving for affluence,
They seduce until shadow of death draws to a confluence.
Be converted to convert the laity with words of delight,
It's only when you're true that God heals our
plight.
Rights Reserved
Dear Santa, Define Naughty
Two teams take their place
Christmas is no time to give grace
A time of happiness
No time for crankiness
A naughty girl sits on Santa’s lap
Not knowing it was a trap
Tis the season of giving
And a time for real living
You need to take my Xmas cherry
Works magic on santas red berry
Share each others magic boxes
Like naughty red foxes
Put some jingle in your jangle
And suck on Santa’s big dangle
I need to assert dominance
And pump you with joy and confidence
Happiness pouring from every crevice
While your tongue masters Ben Nevis
Are you my little hohoho
By giving Santa a slow blow
Naughty girl jingle my balls
While my face out calls
You should give in to my demands
Before I tie and lash your hands
I want you to ride me like santas sleigh
Or I deeply block your airway
You deserve a white Christmas
With the juice of stiffness
Will you empty santas sack
Or should I unleash in the crack
I get the hard *****
While I hear a pure moaner
I trust you with my heart
Spreading those cheeks makes you smart
We choose each other
For a wet smother
I always choose you
As Yuletides wash Gaia in curvy song
affirm Love for Self and all, short or long
knowing Life blossoms, bells chiming blessings
Strive to live moment by moment
surrendering in Trust a truthful must
acknowledge Inner Voice, core’s choice
assert Serene Sublime Stirring Spirit
candescent within community care
flaming forth Gratitude for New Earth dare !
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FIRST PLACING : STANDARD CONTEST
[Sponsor : Nette Onclaud
Contest : Love Language of Yuletide
23.12.25]
TOO WISE TO BREATHE!
I don't know this feeling, a stranger's guise,
Appreciate, contradict, beneath my eyes.
Deny, agree, a hollow, echoing sound,
Mock, express, on unfamiliar ground.
Direct, assert, yet feel no fire within,
Confused, detached, where do I begin?
I act these parts, but why no empathy's spark?
My fights for others, lost within the dark.
Am I not me? Echoes in the room,
This knowing vast, a curse or a boon?
They don’t see how easy it is
to live without thinking,
to spend without counting,
to die without wanting.
A simple joy where hollow echoes bear,
That you can laugh, where I can only stare,
A lightness found within the heavy air.
This endless abyss, where shadows play and blend,
I know the answers, but they bring no end.
A bitter truth I can’t outrun,
I decode it all, yet come undone.
Bold enough to unveil the unknown,
Lost in the depths I call my own.
High enough to grasp what you conceal,
Misguided enough to drown in what's real.
~Pallavi Pandey
Poised in dynamic stillness, awake, alert,
bereft of thought, as awareness self-aware,
with the flow of soma nectar, bliss beats spurt,
as we amble along with nary a care,
in quietude observing God’s will assert
His love for us as hearts joyfully pair,
that our self-existent light shines in the void,
whence we are no longer by ego decoyed.
Speak stronger and louder with outrage assert
Right, Left or inane, it keeps us alert
Our First Amendment rights
Can be shorn overnight
When the Man shouts “quiet and you won’t get hurt!”
The unskilled claim to possess the art of penmanship,
The uncalled insist they hear the summoning of the muse,
The untraveled assert they sail with words,
The plain claim to be the portrait of an enigma.
Winged by AI,
They soar on the wings of their assertions.
AI doesn’t delve into the depths of the soul,
It doesn’t wander through the realm of mysteries,
It doesn’t perceive the blooming meadow,
And it can’t be stirred in the stillness of the night.
AI can assist in chiselling,
It can aid in painting,
But it can’t envision the right colours,
It doesn’t recognise the approaching light.
September 9, 2025.
In God We Trust
Resign
Free speech
None shall assert over peace
An assembly of law
Against the Union
Line is Held
Constitution is boundary
That all men aren't created equal in time
None shall avoid record of line.
Your position igniting and release of cinder
In citation of violation
As action as ridicule
Arresting speech rather than resigning
God In Which We Trust
Defines freedom of speech
None shall capture and divise self interesting reserves of provisional supply of the Union.
Creation of poverty's length is drawn against liberty
Starving allegiance
One origin of incedence is little Caesars thousand oaks
Indifferent by intent
Cliche Spending Patters in Petrol
Creation of audit
And mis alignment
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