Best Grappling Poems
GRAPPLING WITH GRATITUDE
Oh Gratitude,
Gentle as a butterfly.
You alight upon
my emotional reverie
to birth my questioning.
You have risen
as an inward glow
of unexpected proportions,
ready to bleed silently
into my emotional pores.
Oh Gratitude, ,
I sense your presence,
your cautious ambivalence
that yearns to express
some mystical feeling
of unknown origin.
You pull and play
inside my mind like chimes
against an autumn wind.
Oh Gratitude,
Can I truly appreciate
the acrobatic dance
so easily played,
that allows me to indulge
in nature's grand banquet?
And if so, shall I now,
in repetition, repeat phrases
that glorify and recognize
the splendor of existence;
or, do I ignore, the bounty
of a creation little understood?
Oh Gratitude,
Should I dismiss your pretentiousness,
those gaily colored brush strokes
of memory frescoes embedded
on the walls of my mind?
Or will you, gratitude,
be the expressions of thoughts
confined to a limited time;
all held in hostage to a holiday season’s
heightened senses of roasting fowl
curried with fragrant flavors?
Oh Gratitude,
When the holiday day is done
and I am appeased,
will I still commemorate
the theology of my brethren
who suggest I thank my creator
with 100 daily blessings?
CAK 11-13-2013
Eleanor feels her strength ebb
like a river dried by heat
she sinks to the hospital floor
chemotherapy stalks her,
sometimes weakens her resolve
breaks her like a fireball
staff support her, lift her to a chair
offer the stale ugliness of words: "Get tough girl!"
Regaining ground, she jokes to name her rebel cells:
"Curly, Larry and Moe"
malformed bits that divide, spread,
growth grotesque
Cancer's aerial roots like ivy adhering to the human stems
of hope
Her diagnosis snared her well ordered life,
hoisted sails of hospital gowns to blunt her vision
Blood samples, lab tests, IV's, rays that X her soul
a restless swirl
to solve the puzzle
to sculpt her body whole
what she wishes
as Eleanor holds promise tight
grim jawed
in an ordeal that steals her essence
a train that chugs and shudders
her search beyond the rails
Poem composed: June 21, 2021
When people lost interest in the
American Pennant Championship
a Brazilian promoter allowed
20 men into his company
to help him restore
value to the now
devalued strap.
He promoted
" The Fair Day Extravaganza"
he said the winner
would be determined through
five matches: the winner of
the sixth match would
be crowned Pennant Champion,
they nicknamed the title
the Trillion Dollar Trophy
and made a trophy that had
diamonds
Rubies
Emeralds
platinium
and
Gold.
He laughingly stated "the
Trophy wasn't worth a Trillion Dollars
but it looked like a trillion dollars!"
He held a 20 man battle Royal in one city.
A twelve man elimination tagteam bout
in another city.( the winning team would
bout until the last name remained)
A four corners match in a small town.
A "Theme Raule'" where a coin toss determine
which member of the two teams
would be strapped in the corner: limiting
each partners reach. This in a big city venue.
a Brazilain Ten Slint countout victory match
winner wins by countout.
Held in a Soccer staidium.
And finaly "the Fin de Royale"
Where Four men and one team
would compete in a
winner takes all
where dq's and counouts scores a win
and pinfalls meant the same.
The winner takes the
Trophy and Pennant.
The Invites were sent around the World.
They made new clothes for the Winner
and a concert
held right after the show.
Grappling with problems.
The hands in being now
Occupied with this
Unburdened somehow.
Digging up the weed
Dead heading flower.
Cares of the housewife
Composted this hour.
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