2nd PLACEMENT : Haiku Contest
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin : June 26
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solitaire eagle
hover to conclusive claw
rainbow trout jumping —
flawless in stillness
wings glide beak rend talons tear
colossus i fly —
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that heart pounding moment
risqué of midnight negligé
his hunger satisfied
the quake of furniture
pearls glistening on floor
candle flame flickering, flickering
language of love
making tongues swoon
surreality of being one
coalescent couple burning
conclusive kiss, sigh, satisfied
the dewy, unresistant words
that come with completion
simply expounding love
that remembers
that forgets
that forges the future
Her laughter was not a quest to be reacted to, but a theme to be braided into the menagerie of his life, a sunlight he pursued and a river he helmed, guiding him through all vibrancy to the quiet shore of his love for her.
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He was a designer of the heart, her laughter the compass pointing north, the clandestine tongue that piloted his soul’s journey.
Each tinkle was an enigma gossiped on the wind, a fiction written in the stars, and his life’s great work was to trace its constellations, to discover every angle and shade, to encounter the response that was not a single word, but the entire poem of their conveyed presence.
It was harmonic in a language only his heart understood, a puzzle of pure pleasure whose pieces he gathered with every passing year.
He was not aspiring for a conclusive solution, but for the infinite possibilities within each new echo, the promise of a forever built on the foundation of a sound that made his world complete.
Her laughter was the sunrise of his days, the constellations of his nights, and the quiet peace that held him through it all.
Oops! Jill! Lookout, Jack!
Never, never, never,
Conclusive word if ever
No way round it
Can’t be cancelled
Can’t avoid it.
Sometimes good
Sometimes helpful
Sometimes hinders.
Can protect us
Guard our pathway
But so precious
When God says it
As his promise
Safe to keep us
Evermore.
‘I will never leave,
Nor forsake you!’
Never, never, never!
Hebrews 13:5
It's taken me sixty years
Of evolution
To realise the simplicity
Of Earthen electricity
My naked feet, like freshly cleaned
Battery terminals
Strolling in hilarity
To observe correct polarity
Electrons flowing in and out
As I freely shuffle about
In hippyfied insanity
With toes embracing nudity
The science is effusive
So wonderfully conclusive
My body craves perfection
In each pedantry inflection
So to join the sockless roamers
The grass lovers and beach combers
I will earth myself completely
With each step I place, so neatly
Is it magic or just factual?
Like a nature deal, contractual
Or perhaps we were never meant
To be disconnected, discontent
And maybe it's progression
To dismiss the shoe of intercession
Returning to natural citizenship
Of barefoot - grass relationship
Reject the concrete,
Resist the vulcanised persistence
Embrace the beauty
Of a soul-full existence
Mum said she would throw herself off the roof
If I had sex 'fore marriage. It's a goof
But just in case I do
I'll say, "So, you did too!"
This wedding photo is conclusive proof
The same sunny Sunday simply
Just was when the merry month
Of May came cruising cautiously
Colliding with a clear and conclusive
Nature every day I say we cheer
Forever everywhere do dare and
Care when all of nature is flagrant
Aroma we grow up the air is clear
The garden fragrance fully floral
Fortune fortress a flowerful
Pleasantries of gardens a
Beautiful stench of a mess.
Most of the places judged Exclusive
A keen observer impress as Elusive,
Doors firmly closed to The Intrusive,
Their sweet airy windows inclusive...
From these I'd try statements conclusive:
Fate not changed by one being intrusive
And, clearly,not by being submissive
In relation to the Exclusive
Kept by a body damned cohesive
With dumb hatred for The Permissive...
The whole thing,here on earth,instructive:
Look more inwardly: be constructive
Or soon thou shalt be The Promiscuous
For just wanting to be conspicuous.
Category,cry,money, people,wisdom
He was known as “Doctor Death,” a serial killer,
“One of the most prolific in recorded history
While practicing medicine in Manchester, England,
He was most disagreeable and rather blustery
Poisoning elderly women with lethal injections
Over 200 victims qualified him a monster chiller.
Seems Harold “Fred” Shipman, wanted control
Over the life and death of his patients, indeed!
Showing no mercy [from early in his career]
The presiding judge said, “he must never be freed!”
Evidence against him was conclusive, of course,
The doctor, it appears, had neither heart nor soul.
In Wakefield Prison, “Fred” committed suicide
By hanging himself with his knotted bed sheet
And rather rapidly passed into horror’s history
His wife and family stood up for him, so sweet—
It seems that his murdering spree started early
In his career…sad that so many innocents died.
SIXTH PLACE WINNER
Written August 3, 2022
Submitted to "Dr. Harold Shipman" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Joe Maverick
Under the sky
my God,
I'm similar to an angel
dressed with the artifacts
of the world...
inside the human garden,
I'm an almost faithful follower,
flower lover,
joyful and festive dawns
and the conclusive
sunsets
of the journeys... !
Pathways often guide a promise,
To a novel, stated bliss.
Through barren fantasy and rich
Imagination . . . another's kiss.
Connections can be easily seen,
By these many threads to touch.
Though some will hold loose and gently,
Still others may need to clutch.
The contacts remain solitary, as they
Rise above to a nearby cloud.
Where the journey seems conclusive,
And where few are allowed.
While distance has no border,
That can be measured or met.
Great lengths between meters or miles,
Are too many if bet.
COMING. BACK HOME
C-Coming back home to you my darling
O-Oh, my love, I miss you so
M-Missing your laughter and your kisses
I-I’m sure all this you know
N-Never again and not one more night
G-Gorgeous lady … I’m on the next flight!
B-Be back home soon in your loving embrace
A-Anxious to show you face to face
C-Conclusive proof in Bible truths seek
K-Keen Paradise earth … soon inherited by Meek.
H-Holy writings give us confidence
O-On a restored Paradise we’ll live
M-Me and you forever
E-Eternity gift to us ... God will give.
March 4, 2021 copyright
Contest: Coming Back Home
Sponsor: John Hamilton
Kitchen Is Open
A Hawaiian
sun blisters
fine grains of beached sand, unaware
to some assured wandering of tender
soles stumbled
swiftly altering
run judiciously
Prepared bodies
rotisserie spirals
evenly baked oily skins glistened among
beads of slippery sweats gliding loosely
suitably turning
perhaps sleepy
retreat reading
Dripping sunlight
rising sunbathers
the conclusive plunge followed by towel
rubdowns prompt a thorough cleanup by
everybody there
final examination
kitchen's closed.
2021 January 13
*1st Place*
Trinet
~~Joseph May
A psychotic's delusive
A bully's abusive
A hermit's reclusive
A gossip's intrusive...
Praise is effusive
True Wisdom, elusive
The famous mountain where Noah came to rest,
ending the ecliptic flood, building an altar for time as test.
Flourished kingdoms at the upper Tigris grew,
Babylonia and Urardhu created powers to sew.
Persian legends refers the holy Vulcan as the cradle of human race,
Armenians built a monastery in honor to St. Jacob’s pace.
Mount Ararat as omnipresent and utterly elusive,
snow capped peaks imaginative conclusive.
Magical countenance almost not of this earth,
crisp air in endless blue white mountain infinite birth.
Center of legends, myth and story,
the fire God Vahagn stumbles upon Ararat with all gory.
Giving life to Tigris and Euphrates River,
pagans visited ghost of royal ancestor in shiver.
Armenians and their homeland of Kurdistan under fire,
centuries in war for nationhood and holy place entire.
Good spirits in distillation known as Ararat Brandy,
Sir Winston Churchill called his favorite tipple, ‘handy’.
No Arc ever found beside many tries on Mount Ararat still today,
keeping mysteries in holy books still at bay.
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