Best Specializing Poems
A blessed soil which perspires cashews and coughs out black pepper,
its global banner of rice is raised so high
which is only beaten by one.
Specializing in the juices of the commonest limbless reptile
with cuisines highly recommended by the parliaments of health.
From dragons to birds;
the turtle to the horse;
the minds of its people have well been bonded to these,
making historians marvel at which exactly
helped in denting the American military pride.
Every word, sentence and paragraph has three main components. Each one has a beginning, a middle, and an ending. On All Poetry there are two groups specializing in brevity. Pure brevity and brevity. Pure brevity can have as a complete poem only one word. Brevity can have more than one. "There is nothing new under the sun." But just supposing the words won't come, and you do not know what to say? What words, or images or memories pop into your head and/or your heart or mind. Use your God given imaginations
You could say," My mind is a complete blank today. I really don't know what to say. I don't know how to think it. I had a thought lingering in my mind for a few brief moments. Than it slipped away like always. Christians can rely upon Jesus Christ and/or the Holy Spirit for inspirational words and topics. There is always the Bible. And there are free on-line books of the Bible on the internet.
Jews can rely upon the Bible as well for background knowledge and/or information. The Bible is really for everyone. When I was younger I used the Old Testament books of the Bible. Psalms and Proverbs. I still draw upon the bottomless well of knowledge, the Holy Bible!
For example I wasn't sure if the correct word was either earth or world. So I used the word earth. I searched the book of Revelations. Only to come up empty. The correct word I needed was world. I made the necessary changes to my Psalm of Victory! The psalm is to be found on my All Poetry website.
Observational poems are based upon experiences either yours or other people. The full white luminous moon lite up the starry nighttime's sky. Famous poets frequently relied upon nature for inspiration. "Poems were made by fools like me but only God can make a tree." I forget her name, but remember one line of her famous poem.
Avoid having things either too short or too long. Depending upon your composition and/or audience. But there are one word, sentence and line poems. Avoid being verbose and using fourteen letter words. Unless it is recommended. Jot down your thoughts, doddle do art work. Whatever works out best for you and your prospective readers. Pray really works!
Love in Christ Jesus!
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
March 05. 2020
A tribute to Poetry Soup's Emilia James
I don't like to be namin' names,
but check out Emilia James.
You'll find your poetic reward
in the tale of an ant and his sword.
She mixes words into cookie dough
until she's got it, well...just so.
Then, for her next funny feature,
we can enjoy another creature.
Her characters made me laugh
so hard I almost split in half.
I hope she makes up some other guys,
specializing in the smaller size.
From Washington to the Kremlin,
they're talkin' 'bout her tooth gremlin.
If all these cute guys aren't enough,
She writes about serious stuff.
You'll hear of Mother Nature's wrath,
and unsafe landmines in your path,
When you think, "it can't get better", bud,
There's Mr. Potato. Call him Spud.
Godwin Adizue Ibeh
(1937-2017)
Mr. Godwin Adizue Ibeh
Aged 79 years
Was and is
My beloved, doting father
“Is” because he remains
Spiritually present
Present
In my memory
Present
In pictures and mementos
Present
In my dreams, smiles and tears
Present
In my prayers and imagination
His spirit
Hovers in the air
Above me like a hummingbird
His presence felt
At the mere mention
Of his name
Mr. Godwin Ibeh
Or simply “Daddy”
As I used to, and still
Lovingly call him
Or "Prof" by close friends
And acquaintances alike
Was a Nigerian-born
Naturalized American citizen
Migrated to the United States of America
In 1968
A bearer of many titles
Hobbies and accomplishments
An alumnus of Central State University
Wilberforce, Ohio. Graduated in 1970
With a BA in Psychology
An alumnus of Xavier University Graduate School
Cincinnati, Ohio. Graduated in 1975
With an MS in Correctional Psychology
An alumnus of University of Nigeria
Where he also taught Psychology in 1981
Received a PhD in Education
Specializing in Guidance and Counseling
He also moonlighted as a probation officer
A writer and a taxi driver
A father of four
First-generation African-American children
From oldest to youngest
Mildred
Yours truly, Edward
Stephen
Jeanette
A grandfather of three
A father-in-law of two
A former-husband
Of my beloved mother, Rose
An avid collector of hats
A voracious reader
And collector of books
A lover
Of jazz and classical music
An intellectual
A sage
A mensch
His personality
Avuncular, warm, and humorous
His smile
Radiant, brightly beautiful, beautifully bright
His laugh
Honest and infectious
His mouth
Spoke no evil
His destination
Heaven!
For he’s a child of God
And has led
A good, successful, fulfilled life
Gone, but never
Will be forgotten
Rest in peace, Dad
I will miss you...
Good Old Government
After high school all of us graduated
And then for college we had waited
Wondering what we would major in
Or should we go back to school again.
Some had no money and were very poor
Enlisted in Army, Air Force or Marine Corps
Others did not have enough money yet
But to go they still had their mind set.
Finished first year and some flunked out
What to major in were still in doubt
By beginning of third year made up mind
Now for a four college they had to find.
What students finally started realizing
Was that Universities were specializing
In a certain area to meet their expertise
Inflation had caused prices to increase.
Goal to graduate from college could not fulfil
Joined military and ended up with GI Bill
After time is service they had now spent
Employer of last resort was good old government.
James Serious Mysterious Horn
Retired Veteran, Poet
and a College Graduate
She pleaded with me to meet her here;
knowing that I could never decline.
But now, it's past midnight and raining;
although she swore she'd be here by nine.
Trying to understand her is like
trying to light a damp cigarette.
For the more anxious I am to try;
the more frustrating my attempts get.
Her excuses are nonsensical;
she's silly and possibly insane.
And I've stopped trying to outguess her,
for she deals in both pleasure and pain.
She is a genuine conundrum,
specializing in leaving me vexed.
And in the end, I have little choice;
but to walk away feeling perplexed.
First Degree
Then Position
Followed by a split/decision
English teacher, bent on fiction
And proponent of proper diction
Second Degree
Master in Education
No time for any vacation
Exemplary professor of nation
Specializing in sentence formation
Third Degree
Doctor of Fine Arts
Emphasizing music’s charms
Especially Bach and Brahms
Lullaby, sonatas and songs
People often say now I understand
When they hear that I'm from Paree
Not Gay Paree silly, but redneck
In the heart of Tennessee
I am the newest style of hairdressers
Here to lay out all the facts
I no longer work on the tops of heads
But straight out of the pits
It all happened when I got bored
With the every day to day
Trimming of the head left me feeling dead
That's when it hit me..."Underarm Braid"
That right there was my life saver
That right there was my turn around
If it didn't make me world famous
At least it did on this side of town
Now people come from as far as Nashville
To have their underarms done
I even gave a left and right pit Mohawk
To the Governor's daughter and son
What? Did you think I only braided?
There's so much more that I can do
Just ask the Punk Rock Chick's that wait in line
To have their armpits colored blue
My older clientele have let there hair grow out
Since it is they learned
I'm now specializing in for both women and men
Their favorite sets and perms
So feel the freedom of the pits
That hippie chicks have long since known
Here at Michael's Salon Of Pits
We'll do something special with that growth
Hey man, let's stop by the drive through nursing home.
'Okay.'
I pulled up to the menu
'Uh, I'll have a septuagenarian widower whose hobbies include
pottery (specializing in lawn ornaments) and taxidermy.'
You want anything?
'Nah.'
Alright.
I drove around and handed the register
jockey twelve bucks.
He just stared at me.
Stared into me
and through me
Simultaneously.
At that moment,
I realized that I did
not know where I was
or why I was there
or who was in my car.
I did know
that the kid on the register
was not some kid on the register,
but a subterranean genie who
had trapped me
in his spindly game.
His fingers splintered into
flowing walls of fishscales.
His nose pulsated into a
badge of strobing
iron-grey light.
His eyes continued to stare,
even as he shimmered and
flickered.
A cold gate opened
between me and the
window.
His tongue extended
through the gate
and down my throat.
'Bite down. It's time to take your medicine.'
I gulped.
What if all your communities of choice
were to gather around you
to also become each others' communities,
extended families,
of choice?
Homeless children and mothers
decompose their social-economic analysis
of loves and pathologies
with your PhD health policy developers.
Your rich and powerful associates
consult with political-ecological evolutionary scientists
and vice versa
about possible sustained futures together,
so we all might learn something worthy of living in hope
for a new panentheistic golden wisdom age.
Medical professionals
meet and greet neuro- and eco-sensory health optimizers,
those specializing in the consumption and production of resonant sounds,
nutritious tastes,
beautiful sights,
profoundly robust and fertile fragrances and compost,
healthy passion communication
and re-creative pleasure imagination,
memory creation and sustainable family and community development,
regenerative ecotherapists
hopefully,
potentially,
integrally,
cooperatively re-connected
re-ligioned
togethered.
Sacred and secular leaders
discerning healthier spirit and nature futures
with nature-spirit nondualistic
poli-economic non-violent
win/win evolutionary seekers,
new pilgrims toward a polypathic ecologic
Earth's enlightenment hunters
and empowerment gatherers might trust enough
to co-empathically communicate already
today,
togathering for this cooperative community of inter-religioning choice,
discerning this mind/body wealth/healthy moment,
this day,
this project,
this lifetime,
these small and great family
resonant passion
and resilient pleasure
win/lose toward win/win transitions.
Not long ago did I meet her
She was like an angel
draped in tight fittings and sweater
She walked with the most graceful gait
and smelled so nice
In an instant I became a wormed bait
Came up to me and said the most sweetest "Hello"
I was on the verge of passing out
yet holding my nerves, I replied back with my voice all mellow
Never mind the questions she asked, I stood mesmerized
Like a zombie
I thought "Alas! I am about to be exorcised."
Then lo nature's cruelty, the beauty makes a 90 degree turn
In comes a mechanized wagon
carrying a cool intern
Gelled hair and cool sHades
I was boiling
with unwanted sweat and lot of hates
The beauty and "the beast" made a run to the cinema
I stood unwanted and realized
It is hopeless for a student without a diploma
Later I heard she was a doctor specializing in cardiology
Trying to pinpoint
at my unhygienic smoking philosophy
Any-ways it makes a good story for poetic inspiration
It's just a story
A story from my imagination.
Beyond all visible signs
The road to expression reaches thin
With paper maps and plastic engineered thoughts
Specializing in tourism, the cartographer's grin
Reclused to souvenirs and monopoly's pen
Sign posts grifted from lens shape
Speculating from future spreadsheets
The emblem of our unseen mystery creases
The folds of fluent distance traveler
When ideation captures miraculous weather balloons
Synchronicty shapes the tune of events frequency
Human mist covers ground level harvest
As crop circles point toward unseen dimensions
Built blockades of evidence track the echo chamber
Our ears so numb from diffuse advertising
One suffers from cancer but given a negative result
Or medical team treating fails to a make a diagnosis
Giving open ground to cancer to grow
One suffers from cancer and given a positive result
Either one was late to see the doctor or a wrong one
Giving open ground to cancer to grow.
Physicians specializing mammography, err about 3%
But other physicians failed to identify 71 %
Giving open ground to cancer to grow.
Sometimes doctors are careless and negligent
Sometimes the patients are so
Giving open ground to go to God.
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Dr. Ram Mehta
Fifth Place Win
Contest: Pinkctober by P.D.
* I dedicate this poem to persons suffering from Breast Cancer presently.
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His arm pinned up against his briefcase only for one small moment of time he
almost felt fear but mostly astonishment that it could happen unto him at this
time it was not fair he screamed inside at the pain of death and then he died
mostly just unhappy that his work was now unfinished he remembered how he
struggled with the funding certain now in a dying heart that no one would carry it
further or study anything already done life is so unfair he screamed inside a
scientist gone. Certain of the outcome the killer faded back into his limousine
against the backdrop of the city properly called Green. Here in Green City there is
lots of towns and villages where killers like to live. They like the atmosphere the
ambiance. The anonymity of the surrounding foothills nothing further than the
desert then. He was a Tachycardia specialist specializing in the central neural
control trying to make sinuses blow. There have been random events coming to
the scientists' mabe just accidents not a communist plot or a covert spy bloc just
random hits on. People who concern themselves with death agree it's not a
purpose thing its free the next scientist that dies will find his specialty has also
died for who will come and study him to further knowledge on the end of
specialists comes.
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(cuz ma life iz such a drag...
this toke kin “FAKE” hemp
pyre aye roll out to you dear reader).
As a double jointed mathematical abbot
and amateur chemist
specializing in cannabinoids
my favorite delta-9-tetra
hydrocannabinol (THC),
isolated and synthesized in 1964
weeding thru bathroom rag
while athwart the potty
i.e. measuring adequate perforated
square roto root er, sans
regular toilet tissue paper
prior to completing important
private business matter
on the sacred porcelain chamber pot
Mary Jane made a token appearance,
and boy she looked smoke kin hot
asking if I wanna marry (Jane) her attired
in drag at a joint where Billy Bong
banged on by the hands of
a phenomenal drummer
taut as a hemp knot
with music in his blood
while blowing fractal rings – holy Scott
the immediate utterance,
and rather creative bon mot
found me stock still like stone wall Jackson,
who unfortunately got deprived a hit,
nonetheless got shot
unwittingly by his own (confederate troops),
whose demise an awful blot
per southern cause during
the Civil War and if anachronism
to receive medicinal aide available
instead of primitive treatment he got
(as well other wounded soldiers
of misfortune on the battlefield),
whose faith the any almighty power
could do little to save their roach invested lot
yet availing my imagination
to twist time like that Mobius strip
mortally wounded rebels and Yankees
free from facing death on a cot
might be successful hemp
entrepreneurs cultivating a little spot
of land hemp would outstrip cotton
as king as export to trot
orange you glad I avoided
the analogy with a kumquat?