Best Accorded Poems
[in Rhyme Rhupunt: a,a,a,b c,c,c,b]
At water’s edge there danced below,
amid the ripple and the flow,
royal blue and sun aglow—
and ragged clouds in limpid sky.
Standing tall and stately there,
swaying in the languid air,
a mighty oak in quiet prayer—
and not a soul to reason why.
Long ago when earth was young,
and all alive had common tongue,
songs of praise were often sung—
to sacred trees that beckoned all.
But time will always stir the brew;
Men soon forgot the hymns they knew;
came next the ax, its certain hew—
then dread silence, gruesome pall.
Yet Oak survived, of all that were,
whose buried might began to stir—
its dreams for earth none could deter—
for it had promises to keep.
Oak then rent thunderous all the earth,
forged resplendent its rebirth.
accorded thus eternal worth—
serene the tree then welcomed sleep.
THE STRANGE CASE OF THE PREPOSITION
The preposition is a peculiar case
No use on its own by itself with no function
It needs an attachment to have any place
Alone would decease, be due extreme unction
Now some words may act without others at hand
Such as Nouns as a labels and verbs as imperatives
E.g. LADIES or GENTLEMEN and Sit! or Stand!
Independent with neither associates nor relatives
But the preposition needs some things to relate
To connect the verb with a noun, phrase or clause
To bring them together unite and collate
In that it has a noble cause
In days of old when they spoke in tongues classical
The use of the preposition they would scorn
They had case endings for same purpose grammatical
So you could even say it need never have been born
But while you don't need 'to', 'of' or 'by' or 'with
When you've dative, genitive and ablative
Old prep does the job, should have respect accorded
And it brings words together so for that should be lauded
Words were spoken
And the blind saw
Just words spitted
And the lame got their walk
Lazarus in his sleep of death
Rotten and smelling
Woke up for words of life
Had called him
In my tongue the word says
Sleeps the power of life and death
Hidden in the life of words
In the beginning the word was
And God was with the word
He spoke and it came to be
Allow me to therefore
By the power accorded upon my lips
Speak and spit these words
Upon my granted life
I am healed
I am blessed
I will conquer
In words we harvest
Blessings and curses
In prophecy I chose to speak
That the lord is my shield
And my buckler
I speak health
I speak wealth
I speak wisdom
I speak long life
I will not sink by the power
In the word of his name.
Male Chauvinism Alive and Well
By Elton Camp
Though it’s unquestionably very wrong
To a lower life they say women belong
Their intelligence is far less then men
Was so from when humans did begin
Equal treatment they need not expect
Nor to be accorded the usual respect
Some men privately women will stalk
Others go public with senseless talk
Many men with this viewpoint agree
From support of such arrogance we see
Who are some men who feel this way?
Judge for yourself by things they say
There’s a public statement that I saw
From the lips of Mister Rush Limbaugh
A women’s history museum was proposed
He said that the nation has plenty of those
Then as examples of such, he boldly calls
Though we just call them shopping malls
To woman’s worth and dignity is he deaf?
You can evaluate his words for yourself
That curious Roman official
named "Lentulus" with foresight recorded
his description of a Man controversial.
And His name too, for prosperity accorded
That Man who the Roman so aspired
was named Jesus, that Man of Awe,
And Lentulus was one of few who desired
that Man Jesus to portray and hence to annals store.
So wont was Lentulus to see and hear
what that Man Jesus preached and said,
That he followed Him for a while, everywhere,
So that the verity of his narration could by all be read,
Then went on to relate what he saw,
A Man of serene composture who courtly stood
and how His prescence the crowds would draw
and hungered the more on the words that inspired good.
Of average height, just on fifteen and a half fists tall
His nut-brown hair smoothed down at the side
forming soft flowing curls, that did fall
to below His shoulders with luxuriant pride,
His beard boasted long and full, the same colour of His hair,
Both His hair and beard neatly parted the middle down,
As with the way that all of Nazarines share,
And on a reddish face not a wrinkle, spot or frown.
His eyes wide set with an unusual capacity for expression
coloured blue-grey, exuding a sadness from within,
Yet cheerful of countenance with seriousness held in remission,
Sometimes seen to weep, not ever to laugh or sing,
Though His feet were bare, He stood regally composed
He lived in troubled times with much woe abound,
For there were those around, who would oppose
Him for the freedom and peace His voice did sound.
Now through what Lentulus and others alike, did relay,
Artists and painters centuries ago, with care
did Jesus to canvas, with dilligence portray,
And His likeness to the world's peoples share,
So that His teachings now so revered
became all the more potent with vision aglared,
For His words of enlightenment can so astound,
But just in His Prescence alone can the Spirit abound.
F orever searching
A lways in need of God
I ntellect too high to see
T he simple truth for all but me
H opefully someday I’ll know
F ulfillment in my heart will show
U nlock this hidden door of mine so I may see the truth behind
L ove will come in greater splendor
L onging for caring arms so tender
Y earnings rewarded love will be accorded
written months ago commemorating
the graduation from a vaunted charter school
in Bend, Oregon of thy lovely youngest,
this papa could not attend -
geographical distance constituting the primary determinant.
* * * * * *
Soundcloud springboard no matter
what destiny each young man or woman
decides to pursue. Though accolades dedicated
genuinely (just my outlying participation)
special veneration x2c accorded beautiful
radiant daughter ecstatic gloating honestly jubilant
kindred made noble perseverance reaching
the ultimate write x zit that will usher her
onward toward opportunities sustained
by confidence gained thru academic ambition,
dynamic dedication, and gigantic germination
of maturation, whose individual future
* * * * * *
trajectory predicated with the rubric of essential
scholastic tools essential to gain positive
further education and thence employment endeavors.
So Punim (whom this papa does
love and miss) attempted to let the words
tumble upon the display screen communicating
in my patois, (a gallimaufry of mumbo jumbo
shrimp limp ping missive) at your success
attaining a laudable momentous occasion per
rejoicing, no matter the message possibly
lost amidst this cobbled gobbledygook,
which attempts to pass as acclaimed literary
endeavor. Okay, I experience tears of euphoria
and misgiving at lack of finances to share
in person how this dada daubs dribbling
tears ducts. Congratulations thy beloved Shana.
A rhetorical question finds me asking
(to no one in particular) why I recall
the names of grade school teachers
approximately fifty years ago (whose
names listed below), when the need
to retrieve necessary information due
ring examinations (less time ago)
often found me seized with sudden
inability to remember any vital ants
sirs (even including my name), thus
grudgingly handing over blank test paper
analogously surrendering a vital
document gracing terms of defeat
into the scaly claws (zen nay), sans
first to sixth grade Precambrian relic
(Missus Batson, Missus Rittenhouse,
Missus Wells, Mister Stout,
Missus Shaner, or Miss Rinderle).
Invariably majority of first thru
sixth grade accorded accredited
ancient authenticated creatures.
They freely exercised diabolical
churlish beastial animalistic zeal
us yakking, wickedly unprintable
upon (unprincipled urchin) at
receiving end of fiendishly grue
some hellish instructions. Assign
ments buttressed with ultimatums
harkening back to Jurassic period
earlier in dawning primate con
sciousness. Lesson material kindled
with justifiable license in league
with garnered insignia. Heft
to bring pupils to heal predicated
via warp and weft woven wonder
fully. Wrought writs welcomed
whips with warranty whenever
recalcitrant ruffian refused
respecting reptilian rubric repre
sentative rattling (The Idler Wheel
Is Wiser Than the Driver of
the Screw and Whipping Cords
Will Serve You More Than Ropes
Will Ever Do), which loosely
rendered regularly warbled
wishy washy verse curmudgeons
freedom granted to interpret
as one decrepit, hawkish insignia
certified one beaming Eve and/
or stud deed brute soffit. Education
often relied on the weekly reader,
and letters to and/or from Aunt
Emma. Nefarious mean linkedin
kickstarter jawboning torturous
treatment tolerated, asper imps
of the pervert, mutant Ninja
Turtles duty bound antsy
youthful yokel yodelers
weathering ululating sing-song
and quintessential precepts.
Avast emotional gulf manifested; courtesy
series of unfortunate events; sundered
biologically accorded, cherished, enshrined
paternal bond; resultant dereliction defies,
justifies, ratifies...dissonance; unbearable
hindsight excoriates impropriety reviewing
dirty deeds done dirt cheap; impossible mission
to excise indelibly etched psychological
impacted repercussions upon mine fountainhead;
weighing excruciating deserved self loathing;
permanently deplorable depravity yoked;
unyielding choke hold, no longer asking
forgiveness, but airing errant culpability;
dada's guilt indefensible impropriety; begetting
permanent fallout; exacting just desserts; bitter
regret beast of burden (oxe see moron) housed
within self made villain; unjust to impinge your
providential opportunities, whose blessed smarts
plus unfettered, unencumbered, undaunted...
daring do promise productive existence par
excellence, versus anxiety riddled torturous
legacy writ large across countenance this papa;
analogously das scribe bing mortal epitaph, while
dark shadows haunt this edgy rusty knight, who
once pawn time shrugged off mischievous
lascivious actions as payback; recognizably erred;
misperceptions (mine); deduced ex post facto,
when the missus doled out unpleasantries;
exploding anger; vented regarding significant
roiling perturbations harkening to her own
unrepentant poisonous stinging toxicity;
delivered courtesy birth parents; hands lack
king awareness to rock cradle with tender
loving care, hence burdened with childhood
tsoris prior to accepting yours truly as life
contra dance partner these preceding xxii+
years avoiding unseemly behavior; aware
that the mother of our two darling daughters
doth love and forgive me, though recouping
similar results with first offspring may remain
tense, and many years past not a happy camper.
Great life coaches and goal directors
We greet you on this jubilant day
Accorded to all genuine mentors
Who build lives midst best triumphant way.
Wondrous teachers’ day, dear instructors
We thank you; your goodness we can’t pay
You stir hearts become love-conductors
And shine through radiant service-ray.
God bless this day, honouring teachers*!
Joyous teachers, day... fellow life-builders
May the Lord be seen in our roles as value-enrichers
Propelled by His love-propelled, we are soul-feeders!
*1Corinthians 12:28 And God hath set some … teachers… Titus 2:3 … teachers of good things.
September 30, 2019
(countless years hug hoe ~ a half dozen)
twas spawned a fondness for thee above named young lady,
when first she got assigned to thine offspring
a glint of genuine virtue grew into a shimmering orb
of brilliant radiance that if accorded a sound - would ring
the tune of countless angels, which imagined beatific,
Democratic, fantastic...sounds generated via many wing
heavenly music filling the cosmos with joy as august aural,
choral, epochal...tones would zippily zing
from across the universe
spurring one me silly mortal to contrive this verse
attempting to capture her aura, charisma, enigma...purse
sue ing a dynamic link with said progeny - n did nurse
emotional and spiritual value with dedication she did immerse
latent social services skill, plus natural radiance a blessed hire
at Central - in Norristown, Pennsylvania,
whose visits i will miss and tha lyre
plucking voice stilled concern for precious Shana, who does a spire
to challenge and grow - this father may spill tears -
his lessoned role of fatherhood he will not tire
and glad fate that though our paths
will probably not criss cross
curiosity will gnaw within me noggin -
and possibly rub raw the minor loss
viz, the persevering maiden USA touch of Kim -
lichened to Hart tee Moss
in her rooted cultivation of care
toward thee biological lass a lucky toss
of the genetic combination
from Matthew and Abby Harris - our jewel
shimmering with facets of luminescence
reminding me of one human gem stone a kool
aid - priceless staff member of the human league
whose golden presence doth gently rule
without doubt a beloved unbridled priceless counterpart
some lucky guy pledging his troth yes - yule
see stars in your eyes
no doubt disappointment felt by other guys
envious of he, who snagged kimberly hartzell -
so worthy and wise!
Now, I know the barriers of the skin colour are the ones
Imposed by the human mind
The aesthetic of a man aren't embedded in his possession
But they are embedded in his ability to touch souls in this whirl wind of divided culture
I have seen no beauty so iridescent like that of a non discriminating mind
A mind free of prejudice and full of love so great it flows like an ocean
... I found that mind graced by the beautiful ' Naija Oyinbo '
An angel of words
An angel with halo traded for visibility
A woman with blooming love that radiates
... It's the magic of her words
The magical feel of the words carved by her pen
Touching souls, a privilege accorded to few minds
I found that mind graced by the beautiful 'Naija Oyinbo '
* Naija is a short way of calling Nigeria, and oyinbo means a white person.
22-04-2017
For Shadow Hamilton's contest.
A Rift in Time
By Elton Camp
Henry Higgins, B.A., M.A. Ph.D., graduate in physics from the Massachusetts Institution of Technology, is missing. Born August 8, 1950, he was thought of as a genius by some, but as a crackpot by others. Revolutionary theories on the possibility of time travel that he presented at scientific gatherings received a mixture of applause and ridicule. None of his articles have seen publication in peer-reviewed journals.
How his machine works is of a technical nature, thus certain to be of insignificant interest to the readers of this account. Suffice it to say that it works very well. Henry had seen his device disappear and reappear multiple times after being programmed to slide both forward and backward in time.
Finally came the day to test it in person. Surprisingly athletic for a man of his years, Henry strapped himself into place before the control panel, adjusted his eyeglasses and pulled a protective helmet over his thick, gray hair. He set the chronometer to early August of 2040 to determine if he was still living at that advanced age and what honors had been accorded him by the scientific community.
With a barely-discernable jerk, the time machine began its slide into the future, the red cancel button prominently alongside the digital display of the date. The world outside the device became a blur and Henry heard only a low hum from the engine. All seemed to be well as the years rolled by on the chronometer. At first, that is.
Henry noted with surprise the muscle atrophy and skin changes associated with extreme age. A slight looseness of his helmet caused him to discover that he was now as bald as his father had been in his late eighties. Henry’s eyeglasses no longer allowed him to read the control panel clearly. The truth hit him--he was aging along with the passing years. The inanimate time machine had shown no such effect, but it was different with a biological organism. He desperately punched the cancel button, realizing that, if his future self was not still living, his death was impending.
To his relief, the chronometer slowed and stopped. Without input from Henry, the time device began to move backward in time, slowly at first, and then at a brisk clip. By the time the read-out showed Henry’s present, his physical deterioration had been reversed and all was as before.
Long ago in the Carib isles did sow
a seed - that fruit a laboured vineyard bears -
the blood of the vine born to earthly grow
bore its mortal increase one hundred years.
Who, in that herald glory of God’s light,
sought a divine kingdom this world apart,
alas there’s one less precious soul tonight
in sacred prayer, and one less righteous heart.
And in that measure of self the years through
were all earthly alms to God accorded,
for it was that anchor and grace of you
that cared and loved, that lifted and lauded.
Go with my tender woe under the ground
and rest in the eternal peace you’ve found.
Written: December 2019
I sit watching the sparrows at play,
They flit and flirt, and then fly away.
No trouble rests on their shoulders,
Their concern is just living today.
My thoughts would be like a sparrow’s,
Delighting in the moments accorded.
For tomorrow is always a question,
Today, peace is the trophy awarded.