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A galaxy of thoughts...
Influential notaries donated
Given to me; freely...
I am most grateful
Educating me, the reader...
I am a learned man
Taking in all that is offered...
I relish the amenities, assortments...gifts
Pleasurable reads comfort my soul
Whilst in solitude...
On quiet lonely nights...
My mind metamorphizes
From a world of hell...
Into a world of peacefulness
Intrigued be'ith my soul...
as the ink spills
Whetten my palms...
stain them eternal, seduce me...
Undress me with your pen
For I...
For I am an easy get
Poetry and me...…………….I do
Poetry and Me Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Silent One
2-123-2019
Categories:
assortments, poetry,
Form:
Verse
Raspberry Kisses
Silent kisses throughout the air.
Just like the wild raspberry affair.
Nowhere to know how,
Can they be found!
Now they are here,
Only to me you appear,
Fragrantly simple and sweet,
From your head to your feet,
Melts-in-your-mouth, easy to eat!
With an imperceptible sharp overtone,
Your lip texture finer than a rose,
A kiss, so edible it carries its own light juicy moan.
Delicious, I want to own them with an unlimited supply.
The greatest refined assortments, of every flavor of berry divine.
Delicately designed with a deep inner core,
"Cumulative kisses," wait to be explored.
Small cascading pods, contain the best forever after taste.
Exceeding saliva fills the hollow root in my cavity base.
Walking with kisses, which belong to the sun?
Your berry-fine sensation, lips of relaxation invade the method in my meditation.
The inner peace of you, lands in the most tranquil way.
My buds taste and hide this kissing quality; I won’t share nor display.
I desire this episode will full flavor ahead.
Transforming the imaginary form, from zero; till there is none.
The perfect persuasive peck of all picks.
Harvesting the ripest mental bliss only for my lips!
Berry-Mastery.
I belong to you.
by;PD
Categories:
assortments, passion,
Form:
Free verse
I long to lead you to the psychosis of your existence;
toward the ill repute of your identity, something amiss reaches for meaning.
I would rather wish you gone before too much is said.
I would rather wish you gone before too much is said.
I long to lead you to the thorny wire crawling around my limbs,
or maybe you rather fancy my fettered hands.
As you have taken much and I so little.
As you have taken much and I so little.
I long to lead you to my endless skeleton assortments,
to my primordial fossils and domestics departed.
Highland mammals unknown.
Highland mammals unknown.
I long to lead you to my senseless heights,
to the vast drop from which they have risen and fallen—
The dying canyons chilled with black fog.
The dying canyons chilled with black fog.
I long to lead you to my fingers scratching the backbone of lost time,
every tip stroke leaving a distinctive marking.
They possess your hidden origin.
They possess your hidden origin.
I long to lead you to my clouded eyes that see all,
to the squalid corrosion that cakes my lungs.
Through the cavity I was born.
Through the cavity I was born.
I hunt for you…in the dying canyons chilled with black fog.
I hunt for you…in the dying canyons chilled with black fog.
I hunt for you…in the dying canyons chilled with black fog.
I hunt for you…in the dying canyons chilled with black fog.
Categories:
assortments, fear, longing, muse, power,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
Young…content…seemingly innocent…
With family…and friends…where is their ends…?
He is now hunted…for a crime committed…?
On the run…no pun…a gun...is it any fun…?
At large…what’s the charge…Sarge…?
Possession…looting, or shooting…with intent…
Murder, of Inc.…homicide…who decide...?
Think…no blinks…it may stink…
The evidence…from whence…?
The questions…the fury…the jury…
The details…they’re gory…what is the story…?
With judgment destined…innocence assigned…
The reality…it’s filthy…“until proven guilty” …?
The suspect…any respect…?
The news…the views…the false…the truths…
Plenty of assortments…the system’s intent…
To seek justice, for all...whose call…?
One better stand tall…is it money…is it the lawyers…or the foyers…?
Background…race…colour…who will they devour…?
Facts or lies…maybe assumptions …what are the intentions…?
Legal aid…will it fade…what is the grade…?
The innocent…the guilty…the decisions…in revisions…
Some free…some punished…some fabricated…some just…is it a must…?
The plan…to flee…who will agree...?
Will it be you…me…him…or she…?
So poor…of the ghetto…sub-educated…not yet rated…
My gods…what are the odds…?
Of being branded…to be landed…in a cell…to hell…?
How random…this is no condom…?
Can it burst…before it gets worst…?
The numbers…the chances…for justice…
Life without parole…no stroll…for any man…young…or old…
The electric chair…the accompanying fear…
To die…for the truth…or a lie…
The courtroom…the zoom…the happiness…the gloom…
Body language…this is no sandwich…
The twisting’s of speeches…how far are their reaches…?
The attacks…any lacks in their facts…?
Interpreting the laws…any human flaws…?
Assessments of the press…sobriety or zest…?
As the trial drags…with instances of lags…
The verdict is near…the defendant’s stare…will the decision be fair…?
Prepare…
Categories:
assortments, inspiration, journey,
Form:
ABC
City life turns to sparse assortments;
Of local pubs and country homes.
Tall brick walls fade into fences;
Amongst hedgerows and mossy stones.
Crowded bustle soon lowers its pace;
Those now free, move unconfined.
Only thoughts spent are of contentment,
Peaceful surroundings heal the mind.
As roads turn to paths unbeaten,
Dipping and climbing, alongside the fields.
Views everchanging, revelling new pastures,
Filled full of beauty from treasures they yield.
Awaking from the brief city escape,
Thoughts soon creep back to the hubbub.
Before it all end though, the passenger pleads,
Can we go for a pint at the pub?
Categories:
assortments, car, city, happiness, happy,
Form:
Enclosed Rhyme
A slim smooth man
Every step being his command
His fashion statement being high in demand
But his distinction being pinstripe
Pinstripe always dressed fresh like a spring ripe
Assortments had to be just right being black and white or white and red pinstripes
Pinstripe had all the hype
He got his name from dancing at many clubs
A woman’s remembrance to think of
The minute Pinstripe entered any room it was always greetings of what’s up
His shoes were of quality brand
Every inch of Pinstripe and everyone knew he was the man
Pinstripe’s hair was combed with his hair being shown
The tie became a creation and conversation piece of don’t hate just appreciate
Every woman married or single wanted to dance with Pinstripe
Each moving dance step was a woman’s date being met
Pinstripe had that certain swagger
From that first sip of wine
A cigarette just before he would dine
Pinstripe knew how to pass the time
He was the dress code, but never ate alone
It was his personality in having the woman melt like butter
Pinstripe was definitely like no other
He was the mainstream being a name
He was persuasive and had game
But who was going to blame?
Getting attention was the precision at direct aim
The bull’s eye being any woman that had a fishing rod and a net, however, it was Pinstripe being the catch of the day, and being the best bet.
Categories:
assortments, america, appreciation, care, color,
Form:
Concrete
Nowhere on land to be me- Being the prototype of mankind is hard. Maybe I'll return to the sea. Liken to the chicken nesting in the yard, laying eggs, is her job, some eggs she lay are brown, some she lays are white. Yet, the same on the inside
Because like me she's the prototype, I did my job, created you all Red n Yellow Black and White, Same on the inside are you all...
I was created in the image of him who has made all the world, Yet, man is the only ones - Whom over color wants to fight!... News flash, you all came from one seed. if I cut you open its red blood that you'll bleed - Your liver, heart, and Kidneys all look the same, just as a Chicks a chicken, a baby will become a man.
Some earthlings are not as good, and some are not as smart... but each inside of all of them is a beating heart. Some men are small - Some humans tall, some are plump while others; Have not much meat at all.
If God had wanted carbon copies he would have made you all the same- He did not make you different to cuss, kill, and maim, he only made you different so that each could represent his fame: Each a different piece of his artwork to glorify his name.
The ultimate Painter, the fishers of men, the big creator... the maker of man, the infinite mind, the all-seeing eye. The great I Am, the creator of all men. Liken to the chicken nesting in the yard, laying eggs, I am the prototype, some she lay is brown some are white. Yet, the same on the inside.
Unless you've been rejected a conscious spirit or soul, and you hurt my children. My creations are you still, but there are consequences for your actions. What do you think I made assortments for? So, with turned up noses the only claim to your fame is "you are white"...
So, if you decide you only want girls, or you only want boys, you only want red, because you don't like yellow, remember you don't get to have a choice in what's been decided. So, stop killing out of ignorance, or because of skin... ridiculous when you know damn well ... we are all the same within.
Again, like the chicken nesting in the yard, laying eggs is her job, some eggs she lay are brown, some eggs she lay are white. Yet, all the eggs she lay are all the same on the inside. So simple, nothing to figure out, stop killing for color, that's not what life's about.
Categories:
assortments, creation, deep, identity, life,
Form:
Prose Poetry
They have in their senses,
A bloated self-image worthy of pulling the best.
Letter-assortments, their sense, they knew not,
Yet march on with leaps of obstinacy to brim.
Subtly aided by the fairest in all,
Visualed only due to sacrifice of self
So maintained, would ever beget close but forget house.
Once the camaraderie drew to lilting curtain
Harsh truth waded in, silently loud undertones to company,
Inasmuch as it ever could in.
Known hell hath no fury..
That of men’s remain shrouded till,
A dawn unto desperation.
Did they unleash latent hate gusts!
Sure eroded escorts pumps to barren fields.
The entire saga into the past,
The series opens to a new pilot
For two, lived in eternal hope,
Finally reaching union, taking rope.
Categories:
assortments, best friend, memory,
Form:
When I think of decadent desserts
it assails my senses and I go berserk
tantalizing, surprising, flavors entice beyond compare
staring at the compilation of assortments are so unfair
So many to choose from
I stop and stare
what do I do
I turn to you and follow you through
hot and flavorful my senses bemoan
these tasty morsels are for the full-grown
taunting and teasing heart palpitates on a roll
spiraling and spinning until it's tantamount and out of control
expecting the taste to burn into my mind
as I try to find some balance not to define
was dessert all you expected it to be
the climatic source of ecstasy
let me now reminisce the taste of flavor
actuating in my brain
every time I taste of the dessert
it will remind me again and again
this is serious biz
dessert is good and it is what it is
Categories:
assortments, funny, imagination, introspection, life,
Form:
Rhyme
Walking but not finding
The struggle feeling like a binding
The possibilities in what could be
Lifted being my own accord
Oh help me please Lord!
A dream becoming my introduction to the sky
Heavens guiding me in what is allowed
The promise in I was born to fly
It’s the take off with the birds and I
A flight beyond any Airmen’s manual
God’s wings in flying me stable
No wing’s required as it is God’s spiritual lift
The Rainbows are just as I pictured them
They are full of color assortments and bloom
I am not ready for Heaven
My time hasn’t come
Doves are purifying my heart
The Earth below looks like a landscape
If people only knew, the sky is God’s escape
Chosen ones only have that right
It’s the warmth being God’s sincere light
I have walked from cloud to cloud
Mystery beyond any mist
I have seen outer space
But there is a further trace
Heaven partially seen, but haven’t been
I am walking the sky beyond my wildest dreams
I have shook hands with the Angel’s
But I can’t arrive at the Heaven’s gates
This is not mistake
My name is not on reservation to date
To the unbeliever, they can’t relate
Faith is what you need
This is written in scripture being a creed
If I continue to walk the closer I will get to Heaven
It’s the longer I continue to pray unto this day
Belief in biblical words I say
The walk can become long and painful
Yet as I walk it shouldn’t be fearful
Praying hands are what keeping me in the air
No man on Earth can compare
It’s the goodness I want to share
Walk on, walk on and continue to walk on
Heaven’s watch and preparation and the journey of preservation, is the movement of my continuous salvation.
Categories:
assortments, adventure, bible, birth, christian,
Form:
Prose Poetry
The generous character-carried-by them good-old-girls-and boys down-home country-copper-
roof-all filled-up-silos-wheat-turbines waiting ready outside the barn deer-skins pegged down
low the greater-story askant-of curiosity carrying the pureness of a child as to why... .
Smoked-up hickory-honey-bubbling bacon saged-up getta-gingerly-popping in the grease in
the skillets over the steadily-flaming-logs and-built-up-kindling ... .
Humbly growing up little farm-houses-rock streams-made by-the freedom-of-the-patient
hand-Bibles-on the-table in every-dwelling-place blessings of praise-that really gooey gooey
fudge-brewing slow... so-slow.
Cooked-up-apple and peach a plethora of assortments of berry pies cooling their lively smells
lifting up-and-drifting-about the grassy timber woods and hills in every available-window-sill
home made-ice-cream sweet-taffy-candy-moonlit-walks-with a real good friend-crawdad
hunting with my-Pa and Uncles cousins and Brother Sisters-Grand-Pa... . Stars parading along
on by with the sky's Moon-hovering-above casting the morning-stars-gentle, and-somewhat-
kinder reflection on-the-slumbering-land of crawler's... .
Our flashlights lights perusing cast-all-about searching-for-them... junker autos rumbling and
rolling off one distant-street-corner-easy childhood-days-rising up to greet-you laying-down
weighing in the balance-as the tender moments... ease-on-by.
Time my only vestige welcomed salvation, greater my safety-grace happily promenades-
about-the fringe-of the-day... . They ride-their-way-along-enchanted carried along churning
away-by the glimmering-crystal-streams motivated by-the-chipper woodland-winds... . My
faith, in-its relevance, emancipates.
Fragile, honest... willing... no time for resentment-innocence runs free now merrily skipping
with me across the meadow.
Gracious time the noble gesture freedom the-patient-journey-sown-of-humble yes the
truest divinity as patient-just yes-the devotion for all-through grace-made-open-my hope
remains willing-white cotton clouds captured in their lea way dancing two and fro remind
me even-more so... .
"Kill them with the virtues' of kindness" as my Father always said.
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Categories:
assortments, inspirationaltime,
Form:
Prose Poetry
I often wonder at a knife-edge.
I thank, for this, the master craftsman;
Shine or dull; sharp; or blunt like a wedge,
Within them, hides vast arts a million.
Assortments of knife-edges I know.
V edge: for veggies! Tool of mothers;
Convex V: splitter's sharp stiletto.
Scimitar: beloved of butchers.
Chisel-edged: Japanese Acetone!
Sushi knife-edge - Awesome! Rudely spiky!
Serrated-edged: bread-knife, common-known,
Without which my home might look empty.
Macbeth and Caesar deadly daggers,
Had edges worth catharsis crisis;
Atrocious murderers and gangsters,
Used them for their cutthroat serials.
Fights brawled; won and lost; at knife-edges.
History has witnessed man's follies;
Chopped heads, hands, mutilated organs;
Yet, graves bejeweled with white lilies…!
Slash fruits! Slit vegetables! Slice bread!
Shatter shackles! Free all the enslaved!
Think once, twice, thrice before lives you shred.
Lives lost cannot be re-assembled.
“Nothing in all creation is hidden from God's sight. Everything is uncovered and laid bare before the eyes of him to whom we must give account.”(Hebrews 4:13)
18 May 2021
This or That, Vol 3 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
Categories:
assortments, art, judgement, life,
Form:
Rhyme
On the back porch is a glider;
I can sit on it and glide.
It’s just perfect for relaxing
When I want to be outside.
Don’t confuse it with a rocker,
Though they both cause you to move,
Since a rocking chair takes effort,
Like it’s got something to prove
But the glider keeps on going
Once you’ve given it a start.
There are those, though, who still claim
That they can’t tell the two apart.
For to many, like my husband,
Neither one do they prefer.
When they sit down to relax,
They want no movement to occur.
That’s why stores that feature seating
Have assortments to provide
Chairs and couches that just sit there,
Plus the ones that rock and glide.
Categories:
assortments, home,
Form:
Rhyme
The outdoors
Mysterious sounds
The animals, the rivers, the greenery
The fragrances that breeze in air
Maples, evergreens
Leaves; fallen
Trees...too!
Birds singing
Owl's- hootin'
Colonies of ants, spider webs- galore
Fields of flowers- assortments of hues
Broken boulders
Rumbling rocks
Mountainous views
Bumble bees...
And butterflies
Fruits, berries...on trees and vines
Echoes of sticks and branches- cracking
Morning's mists
Evening's dews
Nighttime's shadows
Trinet Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Joseph May
1/5/2021
Categories:
assortments, nature,
Form:
Verse
Plucking from the gardens of spring,
Blossoms of each floral offspring;
Threading them into fine bouquet,
Adorning on an empty tray;
On them, I ruminate...
These diverse leaves of the autumn,
I collect from each tree-bottom;
Place in a basket finely-laced,
Like stars, contiguously spaced;
On them, I meditate...
Colorful corals from seashore,
I zealously gather and store;
Within embellished crystal-case,
As though pearls of heavenly grace;
On them, I cogitate...
Assortments of precious gem stones,
Amassing from galaxy zones;
I claw-set into lovely styles,
Like million luminary smiles;
On them, I contemplate...
21 April 2022
Categories:
assortments, writing,
Form:
ABC