Carte blanche my master key
Freely come and go as I please
An honour and a privilege
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Freedom is not carte blanche
knowing right from wrong comes with responsibility
~ karma will be ever watchful
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 3rd palce 2025
carte blanche waving
genocidal right of way
white flags waning
Wind is blowing through the trees
Bluebird, are you in the breeze?
Have you come to comfort me?
To soothe my lonely heart? To see
Me smile because it's you?
I think I hear your wingbeat through
The bending of the leaves and branch
In everything you have carte blanche
I've made a nest for us to live
You relax now, let me give
You what I have, on bended knee
The music and the poetry
It's who I am, it's what I do
It's you I want to give it to
The turning wheels of time crush and rattle
life in the arena of strife fighting a constant battle,
I try to win rising from the dismal depth of ennui,
wonder if living is a wandering notion in time’s continuity.
I give my motivated avant-garde mind carte blanche
to make for me a metaphorical mask at least for once.
I wear it to act in the show of my life with elan,
and would secretly smile even after I am done.
I transcend the delusive time playing the part not new,
for I perform from familiarity under the spell of déjà vu.
______________
February 18, 2023
Contest : Deja Vu
Sponsored by : Unseeking Seeker
To Israel Kamakawiwo, IZ
Tell him the sea has receded and the stars are jumping on its bare bed.
Tell him that history was a seagull hungering our names.
Tell him, if he is silent, if he isolates himself, God appeased the volcano,
created for us this island.
Tell him that I wait for him under the almond tree, barefoot and still tousled,
with shimmering hoops. Hawaii, Izzy surfing clouds, playing ukulele.
The double checkout line made clear
That if you have a cart,
You join the people on the left
And help to do your part
To move the lines much faster.
If a basket you do hold,
The right-hand side is where you go;
The sign is big and bold.
So there I waited; in my basket
Three things I was buying.
My line was long but moving fast,
Most customers complying.
But naturally, a few spots up,
A woman did depart
From courtesy and manners,
For she pushed a filled-up cart.
No store employee sent her back;
Nobody reprimanded
And those of us behind her
Lacked the chops her move demanded.
Some people think that rules exist
But that they are exempt.
Such selfish rude entitlement
Deserves our best contempt.
Would you honor your parents? Don’t follow them blindly!
Don't carry their faults to your grave!
Give carte blanche to religion, deep-grained racial bias,
If your kids are ones you would save?
See the evidence clearly; all men are born sinners,
Some truths we can never escape!
No man born has all answers, take look in a mirror
(With ‘God’s acts’ too turned by land’s shape.)
You might trust their intention to make your life better
(But not if we sacrifice earth.)
It’s a gift to pay forward, invest in our future,
With energy focused on birth!
Long Tooth
September 6, 2018
regal bird of prey
keen talons of endurance
carte blanche bald eagle
Bird Themed Haiky Poetry Contest
5-7-5 syllable count
howmanysyllables.com
July 25, 2018
Oh! Imperceptible breeze looming mightier as you gather
momentum, before staking your claim as volatile manipulator
of all things.
the northerly hails
takes the power from the sun
dutiful clouds roll.
How vulnerable we become when your harnessless
‘carte blanche’ descends upon us, even nature herself pays homage
to your discriminating visit, while us you reduce to leaflessness
to spend each winter in raw distinction.
naked innocence’s
shivers in stark awareness
new birth on standby.
Only! Our friends the farm beasts
shun you, always ready to turn their rear ends towards your face in defiance
of your unabated violation, giving one a forewarning of which place
you cometh from.
with arms held out wide
catching all your wintry blast
a cock robin sits.
© Harry J Horsman 2018
As a certified, bona fide woman of a grown-up sixteen,
she light-stepped with grace thru the baroque castle.
She wanted to tell her Father of the déjà vu she gleaned
at last night’s élan party scene with a man who dazzled.
She gave her fantasies carte blanche to freely travel
for she was but a love dilettante, still romance green
and unsure what her anomaly feelings could mean.
She found the King, Father, leaning on an avant-garde mantel,
his manner ennui, despite the cacophony of swords at cavil.
Knowing her, he said, "No talk of new suiters, many already battle."
... CayCay Jennings
January 25, 2018
An elegant baroque auditorium,
filled with bonafide audience,
awaiting for an eminent avant-grade maestro,
to hear his modern musical cacophony;
A fusion of ancient and modern magical tunes;
that makes the people feel pure elan and bliss
and he never makes his fans embrace ennui.
He was once an epitome of anamoly and failure's friend,
but a hardworking dilettente and was given carte blanche,
he exerted himself to prove him and now his success is a deja vu
Deja Vu; I believe that's what knowing minds call this anomaly.
Another Baroque tinged ballroom boasting bona fide blue-bloods.
Poorly feigned elan for the singing dilettante causing the cacophony.
The ennui in the room due, I'm sure, to the
artistic Carte Blanche given the chirping dud.
It's time someone demonstrate "avant-garde;" give them an actual reason for the sneers.
So on my way out I'll loose this brassiere and with a toss add some "bulbs" to the chandelier!
01/24/2018
(It's 10 lines on my tablet :D)
Assigned words:
Anomaly, Avant-garde, Baroque, Bona fide, Cacophony, Carte Blanche, Deja Vu, Dilettante, Elan, Ennui
I roamed among lucent stars through a baroque city
Which mirrored imprints from past-life scenes,
Bringing me to tears about deja vu moments: Awed by its
avant-garde streak, my very essence left me reliving the arts held
dearly in adolescence: Such uptown elan! The charmed cacophony
Of violins and guitars , of warbles by dilettante poets
Along Brussels Street gave me carte blanche to explore
Nights’ fired passion without ennui ...While the distinct air inhabited me--
This soul-connection was not time’s anomaly. My heart
knew I once dwelled flourished here , as a bona fide lyricist...perhaps.
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Brussels, Belgium—March 2016
Contest of Silent One: Ten Words Ten Lines 2
1/25/2018
His taste seems avant-garde although he’s naught
but a mere dilettante. He’ll say to you,
“I have elan.” (It’s ennui he’s got!)
He’s every woman’s nightmare deja vu -
the one you give carte blanche over your heart.
He’ll play you like a baroque melody
(like every other guy has from the start).
It ends on bona fide cacophony!
He’s no anomaly, and I don’t jest.
A man is he – no better than the rest.
(Sorry it's against men, but the ten words just steered me this way!!)
Jan. 23, 2018 for Silent One's "Ten words ten lines 2" Contest
Note: In American English "naught" rhymes with "got" Not sure in British.
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