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Gifts of stuffed toys make my special child
delight vibrantly in freedom bliss
as he cuddles them joyously
to create magical time of beautiful wonders
transforming his bed into marvelous haven.
Awesome bonding moments
grasp him around fellowship with his friends:
soft monkey, furry ape, smooth dog,
huggable bear, silky dinosaur
bringing sheer laughter of amazement-joy.
With sign language and gestures of care
he attends to them in his relaxation time
midst roll-call they understand
as he lines them up in his organized manner
expecting for their presence.
In his mirth-filled grin
he picks them up one by one
conscious of their responses
heartfully warming him therapeutically
never defying his touches and embraces.
As he prays and gives thanks to God
my special child asks blessings for his stuffed toys
midst utterances they all comprehend
expressing his affection toward them
like how his Mom loves him so dearly.
Before he drifts to sleep
he covers them with his own blanket
assuring their safety around his protection
while he allows my hands to extend toward them
since for him, "we are a family."
Yes, his stuffed toys understand his quirks
as they play with him with their flexible compliance
keeping him company of significant worth
enabling his individuality to exude compassion-manners
while enhancing his kindness-deeds.
More than soft toys, they are my special boy's treasures...
...gifts from people who love him --- whom he values likewise
as both recipients and benefactors of care, comfort, and cheer
... since they exemplify God's grace, goodness and generosity
while radiating hope, peace, and triumph for their functionality
though, of course, they can never and must not be....
... substitutes for a loving home.*
*Psalm 127:1 Except the LORD build the house, they labour in vain that build it.
September 16, 2025
1st place, "More Than A Soft Toy" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Natasha L Scragg; judged on 9/26/2025.
10th place, "2025 Poetry Marathon Mile 20" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Mark Toney; judged on 10/8/2025
Series of daydreams blind me,
reality seems dull and bland.
When awake I'm still fatigued,
It's time to take a stand.
Reality is all work,
striving to provide.
Elaborate dreams of success,
projecting deep inside your mind.
In your dreams you can be successful,
doing what you do everyday.
You can make an infinite income,
and have everything your way.
The average human being in reality,
makes a decent wage.
Still, most struggle to survive,
trapped in life's invisible cage.
No limitations in the fantasy realm,
your mind sets the stage.
Choreography by the unconscious,
horizons spread a distant gauge:
***I own a little cottage on fifty acres of land.
Fields of vegetation and a lake made by man.
***A beautiful model bride to exemplify true love.
Another on the side I just picked her up last month.
***A private corporate jet with my own attending crew.
To do with at my discretion, "Sir, what can I get you"
***An over-sized garage with every car my brain produces.
This is definitely a mirage, oh how my brain seduces..
Jared Pickett
12/21/05
Asavvy1
My world a chasm of utter darkness
Dreariness enveloped me like a cloud
Bound by chains in an abandoned fortress
Tormented body - a field freshly plowed
Accomplishments ignored; voice never heard
Wondered why on earth was I even born
Treated like clipped wings of a fallen bird
Ripped to shreds, I could no longer be torn
Unsettling to be taunted by others
When all you do is exemplify love
Why is it so hard to love one another
As commanded by the Savior above
I tried so hard to find favor in their sight
All efforts were unfavorably received
I began to pray and was bathed in light
Chains started falling, my sentence reprieved
God looks at me and sees a worthy prize
The Lord loves all of his children the same
I’m no longer concerned about man’s eyes
Ill-conceived judgments nor secular names
The name of the Lord is a strong tower
His mighty name is worthy to be praised
I thank him for his redemptive power
For being my light on the darkest of days
In times of despair God spoke from above
Through His Word, He counseled and He advised
Keep His commandments - Keep walking in love
I am His, I am loved, and I am a prize!
[1. Quest]
I plead to you, Muse, here, unbind my pen
That verse may praise her, my Captivator,
Greatest Treasure, Morning’s Brightest Angel.
Why, my quill, are you so still, reluctant
To laud she who is so precious? Perhaps
The language of our hearts transcends mere words;
Lips should praise as lips do kiss each other.
So, to that end I raise my praise to you.
Your lips are beautiful because they are
The gateway to your heart. How else will we
Know your compassionate encouragement?
Lest the message pass them, intent is all
There is. But once declared, a healing
Grace grows great within each life you will touch!
[2. Discovery]
My Dear, you exemplify perfectly,
How one lives out the love they have within.
In fact, this is what I notic’d about
You from the first. Every word was like
A coming alongside, a verbal hug,
Incentive you offered each to reach
Within and trust their inner voice. My Love,
Many give thanks today that you came by.
So, now I understand how my heart came
To love you before my mind discover’d
The subterfuge that had been going on.
So when our arms, entwined, and faces
We draw near, our lips in passion pursed,
Your grace is also imparted to me.
To think.
To see, to understand.
To speak, to say what you think!
Be careful.
Be mindful of the thoughts.
Be mindful of the words.
Be careful with the voice.
It’s real to think.
It’s real to understand.
It’s real to speak.
It’s real but…
The system will stay the system.
The rich will stay the rich.
The poor will stay the poor.
Expendable. Expected.
Excommunicated.
Extreme. Excoriate.
Exemplify. Expose.
Extinguish. Expel.
Exclude. Exterminate…
A language rich in words for silencing, yet poor in words for loving.
The age of chivalry has passed,
but chivalry lives on in men
whose honor and instinct
survive in the face of ridicule and revolution,
in spite of political propaganda
distributed by androgynous drones
as the infallible truth of a progressive world
with no place left for gentlemen.
A world where mutilated values are
paraded before our sons
and sung as mantras of the day
by fickle knights in tin-foil armor
flaunting capricious deeds and
shedding integrity in pursuit of
fifteen minutes of infamy
and a glamorous trophy wife.
Most have little hope
as they inherit a legacy
of squandered dignity
with no clue how to reclaim it.
But hope lives on in a few
uncommon men of quiet strength
lying dormant in anonymous lives
until a new revolution calls them out
to exemplify what men should be,
bringing back the valiant love of a woman,
with decency and chivalry,
for the good and honor of all.
Bottle of tears is my first version of this poetic legacy series
Skeleton of tears is which the venerated versatility carries.
This might be called as a sequel of alacrity or prolongation
But best before this is a celluloid and my heart and art collaboration.
In this poem “I or me” signify tears
Tears personify her expressions and emotions
Read this and know the life legacy of tears with concentration
And finally your fur, fleece and fuzz stand erect in attention.
Tears personify, I am compacted in stars
I am compressed between hurdles and wars
I am combusted on scorches
I am confided from Ishtar torches.
Tears epitomize, eternal bone of mine is an ominous emotion.
The Sagaras; Sarpada, Satluj shaded a challenge to my dire destination.
That one eve ever the fever of cleavers cannot catch up with me.
And the damp humidity of drought could not cope up with me.
Tears embody, I float on the branches of poignant army
I flood around the builds of happiness
I reach the borders of hell-heeled layers
And I roof down the clouds to my feet and make them rain prayers
Tears swank ,When my real steel sizzled atoms of blood,
Come together to conjure a flood.
The heated ink of emotions ignites to molt the black clouds
And let me visualize in which eve shall it swounds.
Tears exemplify, my liberty leads the immense flame in the hands of torch bearer
My prodigy evokes the waves hard under visions of volcanoes
The lust of my silvered glory was inspired from the shiny heavenly threads of feudal dart.
And the symptom of my introduction will be the rise of a burning heart.
God of hostility typify: Convinced that the fever of lava can't cope up with me
And the humidity of drought can"t hope up the level with me
In such a water working poem this is the conclusion
That even the pacific evaporate when my eternal strength feel thirsty after a tear solidification.
And now the spirits incarnate, my iron lungs had oxidized with the bitter-sour chilled water
after reading it and they crackled their internal matter into ignitious crater.
And now I will come to compete with and complete the legacy BOT(Bottle of Tears)
In the new form and with new fire firmed eyes to show you the third part “Kingdom for Disarmament of Tears ”.
4/14/2016
When my words rhyme
Oh how I love the crime
Such forgivable murder
Of words changing order
Tis not only sequence
For you have to make sense
Read between the lines
'Cause that's where the secret lies
Measure not the length
But comprehend the depth
Sometimes brevity
Outweighs vocabulary
Compare by simile
To show what it's like
Or use metaphor simply
As it directly imply
If synecdoche takes part from whole
Metonomy replaces it all
It uses symbol
For things compatible
Words rumble and jumble
As if to personify
Like humans palpable
Worth to exemplify
Don't misinterpret irony
Filled with incongruity
Discern the ambiguity
To reveal its mystery
- 25th of November, 2017
FEEL AFRICA
Silence!
Silence Africa!
One can hardly get Africa to be silent;
Africa habours a pulsating bubble.
Everyone in Africa bounces to rhythm resilient.
Africa, like Zambia, or
Zambia, like Africa;
Dear ones, whichever comes first
Swells with energy in the sun!
You see not the pulse;
You feel every ounce.
Feel it now!
Woo! Woo! Is it fun or funny?
Africa loves to dance.
The continent is one huge drum;
One complete dance!
They work hard too.
Mothers and daughters,
Fathers and sons;
Mothers-in-law and daughters-in-law
Of Africa work hard
They fetch water; they collect wood.
They pound corn; they cook their food.
In all their creation,
People of Africa have one ingredient;
SONG!
You hear them sing while pounding corn.
Phew! Phew! Wow!
At funerals we sing and dance,
At weddings, even more song and dance.
Nothing has ever stopped Africa from dancing;
Yes! Even the tragedies we’ve known;
The genocides and ethnic cleansings,
in the heart of the continent.
Apartheid in the Cape of Good Hope;
Starvation, hunger, war;
Famines, droughts and floods
In the great lakes and the horn of Africa!
We have mourned;
We have questioned!
Mmmh! Courage!
Courage is what kept us alive.
We felt like throwing it away;
Accepting defeatist tendencies;
Choose revenge; and hurt;
Not with Africa.
We have come out reassured.
We have emerged tested in fire;
More finer and stronger than before
We can afford to pray!
We are like lions; the pride of the universe.
Our pride lies in our landscapes; the mountains
And the valleys;
the plateaus and the savannahs.
Free flowing rivers,
Connect us with worlds near and far.
We accommodate strangers as our rivers instruct.
Strangers of the Indian and Atlantic Oceans;
The seas and lakes!
They brought the world to us
as they did bring us to the world;
the Zambezi, the Nile and the Congo.
They have made us larger than we have ever been.
We can join in the songs and dances of others
As they can join ours too.
Come join us; feel at home!
Feel Africa!
One Zambia, my dear one;
The little star of copper.
You shine deep in the heart of the continent;
Warming the cold and frightened neighbours!
The blessing you are is the blessing you offer.
You exemplify unity in multiplicity,
Of languages and ethnicity;
Be not afraid copper star.
Shine as bright as you do;
Only warmer!
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what is the true pattern of consciousness in this immense universe?
how far into the overwhelming breach has awareness been dispersed?
in the depths of exhaustion, the dark silent stillness nourishes me
universe is full of entities which act surreptitiously
from ignition, our sun has shown each second of every cosmic day
particle exchange has long been the source of our universe's headway
those traits which exemplify humans have uneven distribution
we reside in the crucible of universal evolution
constant flow within our cosmos is mainly a matter of valence
we expand level of consciousness through reality's surveillance
earthly prophets proclaiming simplicity makes words more persuasive
biota which our planet has generated became invasive
providing sudden realization existence is pervasive
Equality
I am really sick and tired of living in disgrace
Police officers killing people who they think are of an inferior race
The patriarchal hierarchy that is destroying our fate,
It's time we step aside and let women rise to the plate
Realize that the media lies
And frames the innocent as guilty in the publics eyes
Don't be misguided by the lies
We need to come together as people before our nation starts to die
Ain't no more time to cry,
No more people can afford to die
Their lives were taken without time to pass by
Let us dignify
Let their martryism exemplify the terror that is unveiled
When you realize that time is going by
And people are still dying
Four hundred and eight million years or more
ago, these mandibled arthropods were alive
left years to languish in the fossil drawer,
unearthed again, just crushed remains survive.
These natives of what would be Aberdeen,
by nearly thirty million years, predate
the oldest bugs that anyone had seen --
New York’s silverfish must now abdicate.
Their body shape seems to exemplify
what we today can still identify --
ancestors of our modern dragonfly --
and that they had four wings we can imply.
What does it matter? What’s it signify?
Once life emerged from seas, it learned to fly.
Here is my every other...
15 minutes until the hour-
I have my tech tool powwow to scowl,
30 minutes from the end-
I'm in the descend,
I know I'm the key to this pen,
I know I know how to spend...
But the people are there to descend,
and they loved being alone without my advice and rent.
So many different problems I've personally never experienced arrived,
Guns, Drugs, Bad Adults, Spies...
I want mine-
145 years alive,
I want to dine,
in the distance with the friends who are alive-
But I can't...
I'm not conceded like an appointed hump,
I'm just endangered and a little bleeded,
like I have no other,
like I am a dove in an oven,
So don't tingle-tangle with them,
Represent this!
Exemplify the print!
It's older than Bible spins!
It's cold as me in the fires of ancient fins-
forget desire's so that this can reward you heart'd and leave them with no other mother to inspire,
get at the slow jam because they aren't fast enough to perspire!
Do this thing!
Be a M'F'in' Tower!
Be that that doesn't design or cower!
Given the once over by the Sister,
The church goer and the tower,
Of Christian family morality and life,
Of character for faith and social power.
Understanding fundamentalism well,
And having grieved myself thoroughly,
I took the three sessions that were offered,
Albeit waveringly, hesitantly.
So I glided through the conversation,
Understood the Sister’s fears,
That me and James were an item,
That he did have carer gears.
So I said that we were close (once),
And that he fed me often at tea,
And every Saturday lunch time,
He was my carer affectionately.
But I had to validate myself,
By disclosing that my dad attended,
To me sometimes for some things,
In the evenings normally when he was handed.
But she scowled and brushed with her hand her face,
Expecting me not to note her query,
About my mother as my sole carer,
Because of religious assumptions dreary.
But I assured her that I got male care too,
And worried about the consequences,
Because I then concluded she’d been told,
That only my mother did the care exercises.
I found my mother pretentious,
In the question of care domination, control,
She wanted to exemplify Christian purity,
And fulfil her Christian wife role.
But at the end of the three hours,
After the three counselling sessions for bereavement,
The Sister thought I’d by ok in the future,
And that of my life there would be no temporary adjournment.
But when you lie, things just don’t work out,
So I exploded three weeks later,
At Charlie about her psychological model,
Said that I was gone, a gater.
So he talked to me about James,
And to him I managed to say I was ok,
Because I had grieved and then gone on from that,
Knowing that the weeks would bring a better day.
He told me to talk to him in the future,
For bereavement counselling,
But I felt the Sister’s disapproval,
Upon my back when leaving.
That was fine, to reject the church decisively,
To illuminate their lack of perception,
About life’s real issues: death, effort and love,
So I was happy to be from then to her a complication.
Remember That We Are BEAUTIFUL
As humans, we actively help others…ALTRUISTICALLY.
Benevolently relieving burdens pleasing…BIG-HEARTEDLY.
Celestial hoping rewards souls with inner strength's…CALM!
Divine inspirations amaze; its wonder delivers mountains of DELIGHTS.
Extraordinary and ordinary folks co-exist intrinsically…EQUAL.
Faithful followers of the inner voice, solve conflicts with…FAIRNESS.
Generous gifts of which the Creator deems us worthy generates…GOODNESS
Happily, we comfort our friends and show compassion, healing…HEARTS
Individual industriousness provides direction…INDELIBLY.
Justice, when hearing the errant, seeks not revenge… JOYOUSLY.
Karma, led by spiritual energy, directs paths through life…KISMET.
Long-suffering and persistence charm leads sinners to heaven's …LOVES!
Mysteries uncovered feed curiosity, making man smarter…MARVELS
Notwithstanding sacrifice, we do favors for friends…NECESSARILY.
Offering our allegiances, we defend our homelands…OBEDIENTLY.
People inspired, promulgate principals to live by…PEACEFULLY.
Questioning selves and reality in order to improve…(getting better) QUARELLESSING.
Remembering and respecting other's feelings and beliefs…REVERENCING
Steadfastly selecting supreme humility as a goodly option…SELFLESSLY!
Trusting many to choose right, we exemplify faith in mankind…TIRELESSLY.
Utopia as a goal, defended to the death, bravely seeks the right…UNENDINGLY.
Voices reaching out with good examples, void of hatred, overcome…VICTORIOUSLY.
We, the beautiful, care about the well being of others…WILLFULLY.
X-tra hopes, copious kindness, generous goodness, finds loves…XOXOX
Yearning for self-improvement through soul searching surrenders…YESTERDAYS.
Zealous living shines from within and befits us, beautiful mankind's ZENITH.
© Dane Smith-Johnsen
May 24, 2010
Poetic Form: Double ABC ...a touch of End Rhyme! (FUN!)