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(Oxymoron and Alliteration)
Seventh place winner in
Contest: FREE FOR ALL DO AS YOU PLEASE In honor of Charles Henderson
But I am to busy to apologize I heard her say,
Like the dashboard for the confession,
I am wait for her to open up like a speech,
Letters form all patterns let it be,
The truth among the star my first lady,
My darling tooth ache,
Why wait for full story or explanation,
Letters form all patterns let it be,
Word for word reluctant took a frag to fall back,
I say darn the day darn the week high hope,
And avenue look above heaven escape,
In my mind I ask is safe to speak,
WhatI truly feel,
Letters form all patterns let it be,
Right below the curve of street is a,
Bus route deeper then any base reeve,
I'm hitting every bump in the road the old house that need painting,
The first one on and the last one off taken notes,
The last thing of great crush I heard say from her sister,
We have history.
Stepping stones
& Ginger Ale
Barbie dolls
with eyes to stare.
Lightning dances,
to different strokes.
More to Love
Much too close.
Speak your mind
& mind your manners.
Do what your told,
find the right answer.
Put it away for now,
just rest your crown.
Another high-hope,
is another let-down.
Money well spent is on
what was never bought
& i believe its called,
a penny for your thoughts.
As when you wake upon the day smoldering
Aware not yet, quite yet sad burdens shouldering
Skies light white wisps float high, hope new again
Motion ignites the soul that feeds what’s been
All conscious now of eternal recurrence
And returning to returning the groove
Set golden and red fires to my thoughts
Of all things that’ve been and all things that’ve not
And the perpetuity of it all doth soothe
The intricate patterns the webs unseen
We rise, we fall in small circles and grand
Repeats to each all time n’ over again
And we, you, I, they all follow refrain
And succumb we must free will to fates plan
I’ve seen it all at ONCE they come they go
Upon a mountain top the Fakir cries
And rounds back vibrations to the skies,
I’ve seen it all at ONCE they come they go
We rise upon golden suns forever
This thought survives my death, dies never
All lives fixed and lasting eternally in the hope of new lives
I felt like you were the one for me,
As you said there is no chemistry between us.
Now I have to dig deep to find the right love for me,
I went from having high hope with you to no chance.
I still value you as a person,
But now I have no romantic feelings for you.
I find it hard that you say there is no love chemistry between us.
Why would you candidly care who you beat?
Let them sigh and squirm, no need to retreat.
Are you one of the ones willing to cheat?
It makes the elitist's pain more replete.
The Founders thought fairness helps all compete,
cheating, the word we dassent dare repeat.
Many march on, there can be no defeat;
this passion makes lives forever complete.
Self-righteousness is the high hope we heed,
even if it will not serve every need.
When we win, we will then soundly succeed;
rightfully reaching our true status, creed -
for those part of this tribe, like us indeed.
Bold fallen foes surely deserved to bleed.
This is the fresh start of a brand new breed,
from their yoke we are all finally freed!
Contrarian concepts should be banned,
let us go back to times things were once grand.
Free up our spirits let pure hearts expand,
all shall strive to the death, never disband!
We fought for this, it ought to be our land;
with God's rules they must meet every demand.
This Union will fail, no way it can stand;
as we cheat, it shall soon be well in hand.
24 Lines 192 Words Monorhyme
Unheard voice of the partisan.
Voting Rights/Gerrymandering/Elections
The HIGH hope/ Financial FREEDOM
There one meets oneself
To offer everything
You lost it, you lose yourself
To bring it
It runs and goes round
It's silent and makes sound
Wanna make full mama purse
I am dying for it to get bless
The wise say Freedom is not free
the wise is me
But financial freedom is Pandora's tree
To grow wild, to be the shade and shadow
Setting the mark to look up and below
The love of money lets faded my purity
And not having it puts me on the casket of inferiority
I die today to rise above tomorrow
To share the tear, to clear Mama's sorrow
To have a bunch of it, I will set myself for the death raw
I felt like a garbage collector standing on the corner
Hustling so hard money for the shower
Our life is fitly when the hope is up
Am the man of the hour and rise above the crap
liberation operating eternally Unfolding a world of light
bright ideas no penny to start lost gaze in the sight
Am gonna be alright ….
Cause financial freedom is the hope
Cause that's the trophy I want to cope
Dope hope...the imagination of empty poke
I am dying long long time ago on my mind
My confessions. Thank God it had arrived
To be read, to be criticised, it's hard to find,
With cook food without a Soup, without a crowd
With no one to taste my cook without a soup,
I nearly abandoned the art of cooking.
Looking for where on earth to find a free soup;
The hardest to be fall me, as I keep looking
I am not the only one with bare food:
no, no, no! We were many across with high hope,
Searching, begging, appealing, to be provIed.
But from nowhere poetry come with poetry Soup
There is no one stopping us now dear poetry,
For everyone will teste, eat, from every country.
The Bond
There is a bond.
A bond between two, a bond between many.
An invisible chain that links one another and makes them as one.
A bond that is strong like the day is long.
A bond that is forged in stone and tender as the heart.
This bond is between my sister and I.
It keeps us close and holds us tight.
It watches over us deep into the night.
This bond that we have is unbreakable and true.
Allah only knows what I would do without you.
You are my sister, my friend, my pillar of strength.
You keep me safe in your tender embrace.
Your sweet memory I could never erase.
We have lived as friends and sisters for spell.
But it is you my dear sister I must tell.
You are a blessing to me and a rock to lean on.
I have high hope we shall go on and on.
I want only the best for you.
Because I want for my sister what I want for myself.
With the help of Allah be can share our bond in the Jannah.
Form:
Set me among the honor of men,
Set me wind past a storm high hopes among prayer,
Set me as tall as a mountain but deep as any river,
Set me for courage among a dig where is one belongings,
Set me not at test but infinite possibility,
Set me onto upright knowing to just believe,
Set me high hope of glory stage frighted none,
Set me as the man deed to destiny,
Set me for who man is supposed to be,
Set me for just as to be,
Set me Free Oh Lorded Oh Lord.
Love seems to never last forever
One's soul seeks a higher power in hopes to find an eternal lover
One's care for another soul seems to never last forever
Beautiful lies released like bird feathers
This one little rose , red like a wound never to be closed
Her love says we will never be together forever
Never forever seems realistic
How could a human soul be all knowing on another's longing
Till the day you find it , there remains your high hope for it to be .......Forever
Flapping gay garment hung on balcony bannister
Trots obstinate flung spun over railing
Fixated brazen Brigette immune to embarrassment
Boosted bemuse formats never failing
Composed to procure prominence, step with stars
Stage bound show must go on motto
Constellation shift slides velvet curtain aside ajar
Planets orbit origin wins Lyceum lotto
Horoscope high hope performs fame premonition
Bright light box office tickets Brigette
Halcyon sky spiral beehive secures each audition
Sixties seductress frequency fills seats
23rd June
Absurd Truth
I am dying long long time ago on my mind
My confessions. Thank God it had arrived
To be read, to be criticised, it's hard to find,
With cook food without a Soup, without a crowd
With no one to taste my cook without a soup,
I nearly abandoned the art of cooking.
Looking for where on earth to find a free soup;
The hardest to be fall me, as I keep looking
I am not the only one with bare food:
no, no, no! We were many across with high hope,
Searching, begging, appealing, to be proved.
But from nowhere poetry come with port of soup
There is no one stopping us now dear poetry,
For everyone will teste, eat, from every country.
I lover her.
Am madly in love with her.
But she was a cancer patience.
But still I love her.
I saw everyday how she was reaped.
Everyday she was turn apart.
My heart beat softly like it will tear apart.
It was sad knowing she will still leave me
It won't contain me
The thought will kill me.
But she told me she will stop taking treatment.
Not anymore she don't want to have high hope.
So I gave her special treatment.
Dose of love, but still she was dying.
And am still trying, trying to make her not to close her eyes finally.
But she next day I wanted to pull her cap.
Her hair fell off.
My beat, it skipped like it will rip off.
She smilled and said it okay.
I didn't want to lose her, I felt like going with her
But her last wishes before she closed her eyes was live on Chris.
She gave me a kiss.
I was praying but it of no use.
She was going to die anyways.
So I make everyday count, I never left one day without going out wif her.
I smilled.
We smilled
Like nothing was going to happen.
But by the night death was walking around wanting to take her away.
I was scared. So I begged to give me the night.
I kissed her
She slept in my arm but in the morning she was gone.
Grim reaper scion donned as nodule on lung...
Lodged squarely upon corporeal property
(i.e. necessary soft tissue)
of Amelie Beth Harris-McGeehan
mine eldest sister,
when medical technician informed
aforementioned unpleasant tidings
earlier today February 25th.
Utmost grievousness grips
analogous to invisible
strong hands strangulating
"I can't breathe"
while grappling trying to process
apocalyptic forebodings
(impinging on mine corporeal
fifty plus shades of gray matter).
Impossible mission
(insync with absent impetus),
thus renders feeble attempt
crafting poem,
yet unbridled (hyperbole
employed to accentuate emotion)
regarding brotherly love
upon being informed
most unpleasant tidings.
Laughter and sunshine
eradicated in one fell swoop
absolute zero peace of mind
until fortune teller
peers into crystal ball
and invokes divine intervention
whereby life, liberty
and pursuit of happiness
buffets thee along
countless additional Earth orbits
around the sun
granted second lease on life.
Auspicious signs of
early birds taking wing
(in an effort to feast
upon diet of worms)
to celebrate advent of Spring
will be uber twittering
glad tidings of your
clean bill of health
ditto chattering squirrels
buzzfeeding unearthed
soil, mushrooms
and animal bones,
while yours truly delights
reading within partially secluded
outside triangulated nook,
(a favorite alcove of mine)
to bask under sheltering sky
feeling restoration of vitality
courtesy Herculean strength
of Mister Sun's powerful solar rays.
PostScript: my humblest apology
if word first choice constituting title
caused undue agitation,
cuz only genuine expression
courtesy unwavering optimism
insync with sixth sense intended
to trumpet Taj Mahal high hope
buoying your body,
mind, and spirit triage.