Listen to the gentle, its grace
Kissing away the darkest doubts
Stirring flames of joy, affection
Hues of wonder pain can’t erase
Can’t understand love’s whereabouts
It’s the song of hope’s reflection
Tenderness alive on her face
Brilliant promises, no blowouts
Life’s feelings of sweet connection
Wonderful abides in this place
Where beautiful peace truly shouts
Faith pours out the heart’s protection
Flowing like the dazzling sunrise
With a blessing fears can’t disguise
Trilonnet Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Joseph May
May 31, 2023
Image Number Four
When there are no doors, all and sundry,
like the wee willy nilly winds,
are welcome to come and go, as they please.
Blow-ins, blowouts, are free to enter or leave.
But feng shui would like missing doors
to be not directly opposed,
or for something to lie on path between,
to keep the gi energy inside the house.
Install a door and everything changes,
someone must open it, close it and
decide when to keep it open or shut.
This depends on the wants, needs, will and whim
of the door-keeper, or you
if you have a key?
Feng shui is happier with doors
as the qi energy can't flow straight through.
It can be channelled within and absorbed.
For feng shui, a strong front door is essential.
It's the mouth of qi, where energy flows into the home.
The front door should be wooden, clean and bright, uncluttered.
The path to the door should be open, clean, bright as well.
This allows gi energy from the environs
to move smoothly into a home,
to enliven the space within.
Make your front door a cheerful, bright
and welcoming face, for you,
and whoever comes to your door.
t-rump...reigning sourasst...
made his fortune as a stand-in...
fall-guy in wall-street emergencies...
financial vehicle bank rupture blowouts...
someone has to cart the monetary debris away...
and so profit from institutional destruction is t-rumps...
home stomping ground where he is now seeking bailout...
money for his republican party and corporate supporter investments...
now that the ruptures in those public institutions are as visible cracks...
in a wall on which t-rump is leaving demonstrator marks and is hoping will fall...
stan sand
Headlines
He was going to write his masterpiece
“The road to London” but the coach from
The airport had a blowout.
When he finally came to London, and it was
Morning and reading the headline
which asked several coaches have suffered
blowouts, could it be the Russians?
Another more sober paper said the accidents
were due to poor maintenance but that is
not a word that makes headlines.
As for the poet he didn`t like London and
never wrote anything about this great city.
My Freeway Angel
Caught between two cars
There was no lane between them
Who guided my hand?
Steering crazily
back and forth between them both
It was harrowing
At another time
I was sideswiped by a rig
on that same freeway
My car went sideways
to the front of a man’s truck
I had no control
I was being pushed
as the trucker slowed his pace
in his middle lane
Before the truck stopped
I wondered is this the end?
I felt strangely calm
My car then emerged
faced against the traffic but
on the embankment
A few other times
my tires had big bad blowouts
I came out unscathed
I’ve stayed uninjured
through all my mishaps but not
so lucky - my cars!
Have I been lucky
or is a freeway angel
looking after me?
For the Senryu on Angels Poetry Contest of Marvin Celestial
True story written with senryu syllable count. I would like to think I have an
angel, but I can't really say for sure!
Contest Description: 1 original, poem on the theme of true encounters with Angels
Only Senryu form will be accepted with the title "Angel / Angels."
It not upon of mythic attention
It nature availability at blowouts
Thy moving forward ...
By! —You not finked of me.
Flying out of your mind
In raggery joint out by
Stricken for malicious my heart
As revengers it from my latter's needs.
By some way your profanity
That not expression of a goddess
In my living overrun
In higher's style common consent.
Please! ...taking me out your fondness
Put me away of your soul
Let me fly over freedom
Upper berthing wishes my soul.
~ Ciro C Toledo ~
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