A consecutive (see Aug 27)'Neruda' poetic (rather proving plus ca change.plus la meme chose) so clearly selected by some automatic process..so a similar comment! ...a short poem put into words as a 'love letter' today but.. still in shapeless irregular lines .
No-nonsense politician with steely resolve, Margaret Thatcher;
UK's first woman Prime Minister and "The Iron Lady" catcher
She won three consecutive terms in her Downing Street seat,
Pulling off what was then a record-breaking, historical feat.
The birth of an indomitable only instigates forces to envy
he comes to the world complete but flawed by a blonder
the journey will be long, his sail will be wavy
but his glue to success, he's letting no asunder
obstacles only makes the climbing more classy by the Ivy
the thorns are overcomed to reach beyond and yonder.
A car crash of the 70s and his fate is inflicted with scurvy
possessing the billboard's apex, that's his first rejoinder
three consecutive albums of the year, this is not a movie
even with sight depleted, he's a 25-time commander
his "happy birthday" song that makes a sadist groovy
lets martin the junior-king grateful and honoured from under.
Accolades and trophies make the cabinet full and heavy
rock and roll, rhythm and blues, his prowess is on the calendar
who said disability is a hindrance not to make one savvy?
Those who ultimately lose are the ones who surrender
now an epitome of peace and freedom, that's our beloved Stevie
achieving against all odds to make the people always wonder.
yes, I am thankful for poetry’s gift
exuding worshipful gratitude-bliss
humbling me to praise God* for being blest
directed toward caring kindness-route
showered by heavenly fulfillment-triumph…
poetry’s bliss, blest toward triumph
Psalms 109:30 I will greatly praise the LORD with my mouth; yea, I will praise him among the multitude.
February 7, 2025
1st place, "A Personal Valentine Phoenix sixain" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Suzette Richards; judged on 2/9/2025
Phoenix sixain --- It is a 6-line verse invented by Suzette Richards (2024).
Five consecutive lines are chosen from one of older poems, verbatim.
Line 6: A word from each of these 5 lines, in sequence; therefore, a 5-word line. Rhyme and metre are optional, and the syllable count per line is irrelevant.
[The 5-line verse is from my poem, “THANKFUL FOR POETRY’S GIFT” (2024)]
For a consecutive 6 weeks,
You helped a project of "putting the lipsticks on the pig".
Has the fence not damaged by the strangers,
We would not have worked together.
You helped keeping me safe from outsiders,
Prevent people invading into my living quarters,
But, you had stolen the key to my heart's locker,
Made me seeing the fence as a reminder.
Let it bleed inside my mind,
It hurt all days and nights,
Despite I have tried,
The pain and heartache have not ended.
Remember those dots I used,
They were exactly how I felt at the time,
But did not know you well enough to share my inner feelings,
Should never have those feelings in the first place.
It was never your false,
You did not encourage nor give me any wrong messages.
It was me who was so vulnerable,
Growed an affection and invested emotion feelings on you.
I never blamed you terminated our friendship,
If there was any of it.
However. I loathed you for disrespecting me and discriminating me being part of dirty system.
Consecutive days,
yes, that’s what I seek.
Twenty in a row:
that’s nearly three weeks.
Just keep it alive,
you’ll groove it, I’m told.
But here’s what I know:
it’s just getting old.
The same could be said
for writing a verse.
Try hard though you may,
your efforts get worse.
Made it to twenty;
its gold for the win.
Rowing tomorrow?
Nah, I’m sleeping in!
Hairy spiders do not grill
steaks on consecutive Tuesdays
due to alternate-side-residency-
restrictions in bushes on parkways
Nevertheless, if seeking opportunities
to slake cracked-throat-thirst
Welcome to the Wetlands
where founts of poetry burst
The papers headline on the furgal page
Spoke of The Albacrises defeat in Eden City
People were angry there champions had fallen.
The team had been undefeated for six consecutive
seasons. The team owner made it worst when he
Sent a box of fried fat to the team locker room.
A box of fat to gnaw on, is an insult that's centered
Old. On camera one of the team members, grabbed
the fried fat and said this ain't so bad on camera, and
then his teammates through him out in the back alley.
They said it was the Joke that made the team members mad.
We say it was because they had been so cocky in games
prior.Betcha they'll get rid of the coach, that dumb they
Only loss once! Why did the camera guy keep going to
The guy in the cape, is he the team owner or something?
A FAINT HEART
By Tapiwa N. Maseko
A faint heart
Never find a fair lady
On my proposal to receive a negative result
I am always ready
I don’t waste my time to ask eh!
When failure has fallen on plan A
I try from plan B up to Z
Probably in the long run, I will find a rose bed
Today I have hit the drum
Maybe tomorrow good chance will come
To be persistent to the same
With no fear or shame
I can’t turn to another
The purpose is to win her as my lover
Maybe she is looking for seriousness
Of my love sickness
I will just cling to my want
Like branches to the stem of the plant
Then eventually she will have no choice
Rather to my proposal to send a positive response
I know no pain
No gain
And giving up never
But forward ever
I don’t admit to failure
Just as simple as saying Amen in response to pastor’s Hallelujah
That’s why I send consecutive futile proposals
Because I know persistence brings success
Writers Quote: A Lantern Soul Adrift His mercy & compassion
Ignited by the light of His compassionate heart
I walk through the mazes of life like a soldier without a gun
spearing evil with my radiate sword of old
Bible verses non-thumped, engraved on my heart
a memory eclipses settles deep in my mind
a life time of flint blade motions of valor spring into action
when the chalice, is threatened by dark matter...
Filling my cup with aureate blinding rays from my that I belong
to Him and only Him...
My lantern is lit every morning and it is lit every night
it is even lit during my consecutive, precautious, daily aerial flight.
Let’s hear it for the Devil
And The Sinister Henchmen Band
C’mon…..ladies and gentlemen
Let’s give’’em a hand
Just back from a world tour
146 cities in 24 hours
Consecutive sell outs
Rooms without showers.
C’mon, we know
you love to hate him
to denigrate and bait him
yet your choices, oh so sad
only serve to sate him.
He’s the echo of the preachers
Spittle spewing crooked speeches
He’s that subtle twisted lie
Of a truth we can’t deny
That haunts us ‘til we die
So let’s hear it for the EVIL one
Who’s twisted how we LIVE
And hope that “something” in us
Will somehow, someday, FORGIVE.
John G. Lawless
©3/2/2022
Held to expectation cast by citizens
Mirror assures return of gilded grins
Ballroom brag pats his back
Dancer has handshakes lubricated
Dignitaries' approval demonstrated
Slide through sludge of embellishing
Climbing supply sets steep trajectory
Chainmail armour can't crack
Schedule transferred into twenty four
Long clock pours hour numb typhoon
Two day growth rubs grey flat reflection
Ajar loss odds conjure slam of rejection
Glass heart arbiter fears attack
Campsite composed becomes complex
Company pivot competitively, sniff index
Windswept wolf is braced for coals' ignite
Empire pain laid relabeled, corporate heist
Exposed turgid slapped by lack
Asset confines his value crushed for cash
Worthless in combustion, a city collapsed
Identical colts interrupted
Bid for counterpart acclaim
Business fortune corrupts
consecutive boys verbatim
21st February
Tycoon's Forbode
Admit odds-on guilt for spreading delight and happiness
For as long as one's bold soul is doused with goodness
If I lacked money or riches, my odds could be limitless
As of now, I bear a heart that is fit to yield with easiness
The grain is large and plump, but in another is worthless,
Nothing vast occurs on consecutive with deathlessness
Giving delight to the noble hearts of others steadiness
An odd item that does not maintain the value faultless.
Written: January 23, 2022
*Image of John Madden by Oakland News Now.
John Madden RIP
As an offensive linesman forms profession,
Complimenting Raiders pro football coach,
Relating coaching and playing no question,
At every game, there's a diverse approach,
After his heyday years on the field, to cam,
A front-page kinda guy, sporting the news,
His behind the cam persona clearly amuse,
Hectic tit-for-tat lifelike catchphrases bam,
Commercials, sportscasting purged midlife,
I personally knew him in his career highlife,
He knows the playbook, immortalized rock,
'Twas a subject of intrigue, animated stock,
Ere Constitution, the Word in his interviews,
It's nineteen seventy-seven Raiders streak,
Twelve consecutive victories Super Bowler,
Oakland Airport Hilton, the Raiders quarter,
As Hospitality Aficionado I smile and greet,
But now, twelve-year his calling as a coach,
Making Raiders fans proud, as all encroach,
We pay homage to the man giant than men,
A football player, coach, TV persona, friend.
2022 January 23
The greatest gift that I could give you is the gift of my long years
every shade of burgundy that wine can't sell
every shade of gold that the sun cannot display
the greatest gift that I can give you, is the gift of my years
I am October, I come once a year at your home my love, to
Caress you with shivers both warm and cool. I am a
Teleported month that sweeps away the summers scorch
Opening doors to pastures and rustic pleasures, plum corn
Bathed in yellow juicy grains and bites, acorns, pinecones
Environmental beauties that never exist in winter's spew;
Return to me lover as I puff over you, I am "October "
your favorite color,
silk scarves are put away mink coats are worn
summer suits placed in cedar drawers,
I am suddenly reborn through airy branches of trees
Feasting on your wind whipped eyes of blue
I become October every consecutive year,
your favorite color is October, and mine is you.
Sponsor Regina McIntosh
Contest Name October
October 1, 2021
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