Tortoise looked, couldn't see, hare disappeared.
Only him, tortoise win, hare reappeared.
the sportsmanship that
honesty competes often
eludes the cheaters
The Word of Life is joy everlasting.
In the game of life, we win, lose, and die,
patterns reasoning; be glad we're living.
Living for the trice, losers don't comply,
trifles our distractions are ankle-deep.
Count on time won't add up you'll meet Grim Reap.
Speed misjudged its breaks; odds knew--widow's mite.
Live yond your means, who are your family.
A hard worker, big spender, works in spite,
Jones styles for their smiles, save one--their envy.
Live simple, live smart unlike ducks and drakes,
odds knew--widow's mite; speed misjudged its breaks.
The hare expected to win and the tortoise knew he would lose--too much and too little of themselves, until fate intervened.
One sat under the apple tree until an apple fell on its head, and the other was on top of that tree, simply going out on a limb.
[Fiction Out West]
A mining town, among others, had been shut down the longest. Long before the mines closed, and all the towns followed. As the story goes; one night, a 10-year-old boy walks into a bar looking for his barmaid mom, and amid some bruhaha, he's accidentally shot dead. Enraged and unwilling to settle down, she's also shot dead by the same gunman--but her's was an act of murder. In his dark attire, he rides off and is never seen again. An odd thing occurred for ten years, there were gunfights, but no deaths since the boy and mom, and as they went on their way never to be seen again, plenty wondered but brushed it off as even-steven since there was peace after every incident--until they learned that they were 'god-awful' wrong.
*The opener of My Ghost Stories in my Short Stories, "Originally TITLED: Surreality"
All answers affect aspirations
By belittling bygone barbarizations
Constantly criticizing correlations
Defined dumbfounded dictations
Edicts evaporate everyone's expectations
Foregone frustrations failed flirtations
Gone great grace giving generations
Harmonies have harmonious hesitations
Impotence influences indignations
Justified judicious justifications
Killing kaputz keratinizations
Living life lonely leaves lacerations
My muse motivated monumental mutations
Nonsense needed no normalizations
Offended overintellectualizations
Past promises purely placations
Questioning quarreling quotations
Resisting relevant restifications
Sentient solutions solve segregations
Total trust triumphs trepidations
Utopias undermined ultralizations
Viciousness visualized victimizations
Worthless weaponizations
Xenodochial xenophilications
Yawn Yuppifications
Zenith zealousness zendrifications
She had talked her uncle into being her money patron at last.
He encouraged her to purchase skeins of yarn; it was a blast!
She kept telling him that she was making something for him.
She would have one idea, then go off on another whim.
Have you finished anything? He asked her after sixteen years.
That she was only wasting his yarn money was one of his fears.
So, she came out wearing a hat with skeins of yarn on her head.
Speechless was her former patron, her annoyed Uncle Ted.
The paper in essence
it's white and so
desires stay...
but life
cannot stay i
White...
life is similar to
justice: must
be provoked...
life in principle
summarizes:
white paper that needs
to be filled...
life is a book
that we write
every day...
The longer we live,
The most we fulfill
the role of life...
and she thanks for
live, for being
lived...!
Completed Task By Putting On a Mask
did complete a task
tall tree top put on a mask
then in sun would bask
Jim Horn
C-ompleted
R-ace
I-n
S-eeking
J-oyful
E-nd
R-eally
I-nspires
C-hosen
B-eliever
A-s
N-ice
G-od
I-nstructs
Topic: Birthday of Cris Jeric E. Bangi (February 19)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Remorse Completed Course
What we always remembered about remorse,
Is when it ran and had completed its course;
Over and done,
Under the sun;
Forgot from where and what was the source.
Jim Horn
Shooting for 5,000 poems.
Need To Be Completed
Endeavor,
Clever,
Never.
Absurd,
Occurred,
Nerd.
Obsessed,
Confessed;
Blessed.
Prohibit;
Inhibit;
Exhibit.
Quit.
Relinquish;
Extinguish;
Distinguish.
Jim Horn
His wheel completed her ride
His Ferris wheel whistle blew at her carousel bristle
sending a shrivel as his eyes bore into hers and tickle
On playground of love was biggest attraction from above
his hands coveting his little dove to his fancy thereof
She jumped on his ride taking a spin with a big happy grin
the hot breeze touching her skin as he bore on and in
connie pachecho
1/11/17
I sit and wish to write a poem
That has not been written yet,
Meanwhile a storm rises
And gets amok in the chest
A boat of words I set ready
To sail over the risen sea
Busy is the mind
And somber is the mood
With a paper in hand
And pen in the mouth
I go straight to another kingdom
To another wonderful place
There I see promises I gave
But have not kept those till date
Meanwhile a sense of guilt rises
And runs swift among the veins
I keep the eyes open
And set the gaze fixed
I am there, but here I feel also
And clearly see the debt I took
That has till date remain unpaid
This time no one but I alone rise
And cut the lines completed
Thus the poem I wish to write
That has not been written yet.
Sharon was incredible
Her life was filled with joy
Her laughter habit forming
Her bad news shared with brefity
It wasn't time to mourn or feel sorry for herself
It was time to fill remaining time with more laughter
She was told 3 months and she laughed.
Her favorite saying was "I'll show you
Four months passed
Office visited
Hands on chin and na na na to the doc
1 year another visit made to doc
And on and on for 7 years
7 years and 3 months celebrated with Decdadent chocolate cake
Too much Tequila, cigars and anything that was forbidden
She knew
I knew
But the day was filled with joy, laughter,tears and expectation of the next step
I went home and knew I would never have the joy of seeing her again
7 years 3 months and i day
She showed him
have u ever felt like diving in water and den flying outta it like a dolphin ?
have u ever felt like jumping off a cliff and imagine tat u wont fall but lay slow on the green carpet below??
have u ever felt like entering a green canopy and know that no thorn can bruise you?
have u ever felt like jus 1s god jus 1s if I cud be only a soul and not a body?
ever felt like simply dissolving?????
Facing one's mortality isn't easy.
Would death be better hear ringtone swiftly,
unexpectedly_ pass from life breezy
to eternal life, sustainable upward drift.
Or be granted extended life on earth.
Maybe through simple living great deed do.
Book about life's problems solved_ could birth.
Review life, help youth before bid adieu.
No way would want to linger; a problem
to family, unable to care for self.
No way have choice how I go, no stratagem
can alter what fate life gives oneself.
I would want all my ducks in a neat row.
Life's accomplishments completed then go_
Words used: ringtone, sustainable,simple living
Theme: 7)Eternal Questions
Sponsor: Cyndi MacMillan
Contest: Timeless Yet Contemporary A Sonnet Thang
it's not about me only, it's not about the sex
it's not about conversation, it's not about text
it's not about beauty, it's not about class
it's not intoxication, it's not about cash
but if i were to name, specifically what it is
then i could just say it is
the thing that makes me complete
the reason they call it sugar
is because it's so so sweet
and holding hands gives a special feeling
that to me is so so neat
the word love has new meaning
when it's being heard
it's a feeling so exceeding
it's more than just a word
it's nice to know someone is waiting
where ever it is they wait
it's nice to know someone is coming
trying not to be late
it's the something special
that makes us more than friends
it's the something special
that we'll carry to the end
what is it specifically
that i'm trying to claim
it's a piece of my puzzle
that i know bears your name
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