Best Adduce Poems
In stillness of her spirit she sits there
with all her prowess she manipulates.
Her fingers’ ripples in coldest water
replenish mind and soul that ruminates.
Playing in nocturne, she’s being witnessed
by her governess . The simplicity...
Her portraits that adduce virtues she possessed -
laconic and clear view of chastity.
Oh, renaissance woman, you shine on top,
as you incandesce in mind love of arts!
You’re a czar bringing our decorum up-
women’s pride… imbue modesty in heart.
In the silence of our heart, we listen
in these memorabilia… you remain.
Oct. 14, 2013 2.15pm
©2013by Leonora Galinta
All Rights Reserved
Second Place
Contest: Sofonisba Anguissola-A contemporary Sonnet for a Renaissance
Woman-2nd in
the series
Judged: 2/4/2014
Sponsor: Poet Cyndi MacMillan
Incrementally corporeal essence, here
to fore i.e. figurative spear
tire of mine, doth elicit despair
daily appall, thus I air
part tickle laurel lei objection
able bane, cuz this tear
rubble flabbiness a glare
ring anatomical feature, I swear
shape shifted into a dare
ridge hubble unsightly
bulge ballooning mere
lee (just south of nada so clear
lee belly button), where
former wash board abdomen veer
hilly subsumed by displeasing scare
really hated love handles glare
ring paunches noticeable, especially
when belly bare
adduce sing the culprit bing
one or more daring
pharmacological prescription eliminating
debilitating panic attacks,
albeit re: fashioning
my metabolism, but
necessary medications giving
immeasurable un bull heaving
relief to this generally
skeptical person instilling
joyus rapture, where
psychological state jitterbugging
(a slight bit of hyperbole,
I tango with) kickstarting
long overdue ability
to experience living
shorn of paralyzing anxiety,
yes every now and again
isolated heated flare ups making
stellar appearance, asper
wren literal "NON
FAKE" pennilessness,
and a concomitant stress
inducing circumstance naming
management due to inspect
occupied apartment units
this next oncoming
week (October seventh -
thirteenth) inducing palpitating
heart, irritable bowel syndrome,
and non quitting
excessive (no pun intended -
heavy handed) perspiration,
but generally "speaking" quieting
torturous unbearable
woebegone raging
adrenaline hellishly riotous smiting
my body electric
condemning torturing
poisoning relentlessly (like
stinging scorpions) upending
many prime decades vice wrenching
yoking ambivalence nose zing
worthlessness toward
total mortal kombat!
Resolutions
Easy to proffer
than to mettle,
Resolutions ....
Every year
God disposes,
as I propose
within myself,
Embracing
His verdict,
I cherish life,
My perseverance
beguiles,
As I fail to adduce.....
Again standing resolute,
this year I validate,
adopting a healthy
life style for myself,
Staying away from
self and material gains,
Contribute to humanity
be it meager,
And live life to its full
on all His blessed days,
Keep sending hugs,
health and smiles,
To all family, friends and dears,
in whatsoever little ways ....
Amen !!
Written Dec 23rd, 2015
For contest "Resolutions" by Shadow Hamilton
Awarded 3rd place win
No words describe,
sufferings worse than hell,
Goes beyond pure evil,
even a story cannot tell,
We’ve all seen pictures,
making grotesque sense,
But only the stench,
reflects this actual offense.
Cruelty surpasses cruelty,
overtaken by hate,
Unique to humanity,
not a wild animals trait,
Only intelligent creatures,
contrive such events,
Still, the stench belies,
this ideological offense.
Infectious propaganda,
turns a (master race) blind,
The urge for slaughter,
becomes industrially refined,
Ever lower they sink,
pleasure’s more intense,
Til’ the stench alone screams,
a sadistic offense.
NAZI’S (the final solution).
for scapegoats of the war,
All innocent victims,
Fanatical Holocaust,
Left to rot and stink,
bodies piled so immense,
Until the stench itself,
reeks a nations offense.
Countless Men, Women,
and Children, loaded like beasts,
Crammed into cattle cars,
one way ticket east,
Some succumbed and died,
via, a ghost train’s torment,
At least spared the stench,
and last phase of offense,
Seventy five years on,
since world became aware,
Even now some deny,
moreover, could not care,
Gas chamber’s, crematoria,
behind an electric fence,
Stench will never allow,
amnesia of this offense.
Cryptic sign, above the gates,
reads! (Arbeit Macht Frei) work sets you free!
First take a shower,
later some cake and tea,
No water in the pipes,
but, pellets of Zyclone B,
Soon sickly ash rises,
set free, up a working chimney,
SS guards standing outside,
mocking, enjoying a smoke,
“Smell even worse, when they burn,”
(laughing at their own joke).
“Look at the next group praying”
(again laugh, into their face)
“We’re the chosen ones,
The gods who run this place.”
There’s Categorically no defense,
Slaughtering millions without relent,
The stench tries, The stench proves,
The stench condemns, this offense.
By
David Kavanagh.
“Only by evidence of truth,
Can we accuse and adduce.”
Written: September 08, 2023
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In the realm of truth and its design
Let us embark on a quest to refine,
To explore the truth, both wild and tame,
And demystify doubts that whisper our name.
Validation, the yearning to improve,
Space of delude is a subtle grasp, spry to remove
The mask of slander that we often wear,
Magnifying the murmurs of verity is so rare.
In this realm of words, where veracity lies,
Doubters roam, their skepticism in disguise
But dread not, for there is a task to be done,
To cast the dictum of verity, to detect the one
Who can bestow testimony, an avowal so strong,
To convert the moot, to adduce them wrong.
Beware the meretriciousness that may be disclosed,
Accuracy is what we abide by, not supposed.
Skepticism may veil our minds, so we must foresee,
The verity that lies beneath the surface, to set us free.
Ferret out the fallacies, the false axioms we hold,
To uncover the inherent truth, so bold.
We are experts in this legitimate query.
But, suspicious of the unresolved theory.
Assume we spot an asserter to negate.
Let us not blur the borders of real hate.
Who assures us of the truism we seek,
With every oath and avowal, they speak.
But beware of the untruthful, historically known,
For their niceties are but falsities sown.
The essence of our oath is to recover
The recoverable, to uncover
The verity that has been hidden away,
In the depths of history's decay.