My muse has gone on vacation
Leaves me in a situation
So many contests with fun themes
I can’t come up with anything
An idea rolls in my head
Then looses life goes dead
Perhaps I must patiently wait
Until the idea forms into shape
Too I’m stressing about my hopes
That by Christmas I meet a goal
To have the book at least printed
The line editor was great and consented
After the minor changes were typed
I sat up all of the other night
But I saw an error or two
Sent it back for a redo
So by my birthday I’m hoping that
Once the typist sends it back
All will be well and I’ll proceed
To get it printed with holiday glee
What Makes Me Smile book
Is now a 50 page look
With a goal to encourage souls
Written by poets we know
So my muse is preoccupied
But perhaps too busy tonight
I hope to deliver this December
As I promised I do remember
When your heart and your head
Have a major disagreement,
Which body part should win?
Certainly not in every case,
But in 2020, my heart won.
Two of our dearest friends offered a gift to my
wife and me. My wife immediately consented
Without question, to the opportunity to go on an
All expenses paid cruise. I immediately said "No"
With my head, but I could not find the heart within
Me to say anything but "Yes".
Our friends had gone on 29 cruises and wanted
To share one of their greatest joys with us. Indeed,
I have what we call a bucket list, but going on an
Ocean cruise is not on my bucket list.
I confess that there was a secret war being waged
Between my head and my heart. With my calculating
head, I was losing one of the biggest conflicts of my life.
Moreover, by consenting to accept the gift, I learned
Experientially, a great lesson about selflessness.
Due to circumstances related to the COVID-19 virus,
The government canceled the scheduled cruise.
Notwithstanding, the heart of our dearest friends will
Forever have a special place in our hearts.
All was well with heaven. Peace flowed like crystal water streams.
Cries from the earth filled the ears of the Holy Trinity
Love for the humans flooded in them as they heard their screams.
The Son consented to come down, waiving his divinity.
Mary said, Amen. Joseph accepted the divine call.
The time of long waiting of souls seemed to come to an end.
At a night when the earth experienced heavy snowfall
The moon and stars witnessed liberation slowly descend.
Troubling no one, like a silent comrade, he came and dwelt
Between the tired spouses, who travelled long, seeking the Lord
The nations heard angel choirs and, in adoration, knelt.
Blessed by his birth, birds and beasts too sang in one accord.
This world will strike, he knew, mock, and, at the end, crucify.
Fulfilling his goal, shouldn't he, yet, ascend to the sky?
Stars illumine the day-to-night, night-to-day transition,
Lighting up nooks of land and the skies as half their mission.
To console the cores of the barren hearts of humans,
Mary consented to bring you forth the prism of grace fusions.
As foretold from the fathomless depths of serene sages,
As scribed by quills of ages, you’d rewrite history's pages.
In the tiny town of Bethlehem, you would start your life.
Between good and evil, shouldn't you end the endless strife?
Like the warm wombs of the sunbeam in cold winter nature,
You pitched your tent among us as our merciful neighbour.
As the one who's present everywhere and omnipotent,
You shed your light like a thousand suns, bright and immanent.
Nature stood astounded as a mild, meek mist when you descended.
Faint clocks of fond memories, at your name, stood suspended.
Black was the night he came to us
stars winked and blinked in the sky
he spread his arms in loving embrace,
stopping us in our place.
Eyes blazed with sparkling light
showing us the way to right,
hesitation held our feet
along this path what would we meet.
some said no this is a game
played out by powers beyond our ken
heads nodded in collective agreement
descions hung in midair waiting on consent.
But others consented and followed the path
finding a joy never encountered before
sun will shine filling those with light
watching flowers grow and creatures wild delight.
andrew mcintyre 2024 (c).
Princess Matilda had style and grace,
she loved her kingdom very much.
Her graceful demeanor was revered
throughout the kingdom far and wide.
But deep down she longed for more.
So she took a leave of absence.
The King and Queen didn’t understand,
but they consented to her request.
She journeyed to a faraway place,
where her title meant nothing at all.
On her journey, she noticed a shelter
for abandoned underprivileged youth.
She started to volunteer there at once.
While she was there she found herself.
Serving those kids was her passion.
For it was the missing piece to her life.
However, she knew she had to return home.
She returned home with a broken heart.
But she served with style and grace.
Darlene De Beaulieu graciously consented for her poem "Gnomes" to be used by me in this contest. Thank you Darlene!
There’s no gnome
like the gnome at home.
I have a gnome at home alone.
Chantilly, Chris, or Charlie -
they’re friends for you and me.
Your tumbler sweet
sure is neat to greet
you no matter where is the street,
but remember no gnome is known
like the gnome that waits at home.
Gnomes – Darlene de Beaulieu
I love the gnomes
I m drawn to them
One time I had twelve
I named all of them
I named him Chris
He holds a gift for me
Another one I named
Charlie
I have a tumbler
With gnomes and hearts
shapes
When waiting in a line
It called out to me
So I bought it
I take my tumbler
everywhere I go
Oh, I believe I deserve to hurt,
The day is slipping by
as the sun pours molten gold
along the western horizon
forging a shield of burnished shadows.
Now as a robust moon rises
to embellish the night sky
Alas, I am beside myself
and in the throes of frenzied agony...
After much beseeching
She finally consented to a moonlight rendezvous—
But where?
For the life of me I just couldn’t recall!
~01/23/23
~Contest: My Dream Date
~Sponsor: Anoucheka Gangabissoon
I knew the day we met that we were meant to be
I realized our destiny was set and she was the one for me
She was rich in beauty but poor for she will die with it
Her appearance nonplussed me and I couldn't hold the steerage of my course anymore
She is the one I consented to have on my slender thighs
At that point her pearly lips gave appointments to mine
This lady killed me and roasted my carcass
Leaving the scavangers performing the post-moterm
I walked tall in the genesis of our affair
Now I'm wrecked….
Higgledy-piggledy daughter of a lesser god!
Today, deluged with anger I regret
The day I met this devil incarnate;the mastermind behind the bleeding of my heart
She tattooed my heart with wounds;I no longer have a clean heart
Her friends and her drunk the gushing blood of my wounded heart
That night my heart contorted into painful lumps
But I had to forgive the being that created her and put her in my world
Bitter are my words,she is a nonsense with no sense at all
Daughter of Jezebel-show up on the day I get laid to rest;lower me to the ground,let me down like you always have-stupid creature!Nkt!
John Lenda (Poetic World,2022)
he is sound asleep
did bury my dead cat (Henry) deep
then will cry and weep
no more reliance
life is full of avoidance
contains defiance
each night seems so still
when we did hear whippoorwill
on our windowsill
God always hinted
wait until He consented
then to church sprinted
we gave God a test
kill sinners who are a pest
help bird build her nest
God always hinted
What we did He consented
to church se sprinted
went on long journey
while God was our attorney
our sins would bury
when we would grapple
God did give us an apple
took with to chapel
we looked way out far
Saw God who is shining star
in Carolina tar
born in land of free
God was like a shining sea
flowing over me
while sitting on shore
God made rain which would pour
He made more and more
From Galilee then on the scene, He burst
For John to immerse Him accordingly.
The Baptist balked; he thought their roles reversed:
“I am in need, yet you come here to me.”
But Jesus answered, “Let it be now so;
’Tis fitting we fulfill all righteousness.”
So John consented, plunged Jesus below;
Into the watery depths, He acquiesced.
As he arose and took a breath of air,
The heavens parted, opened from above.
Then, clear to those who stood nearby them there,
The Spirit fell upon him like a dove.
A voice from heaven cried, “This is my son!”
I am well pleased with him; He is the one!
(from Matthew 3)
no disparity
God would say with clarity
give to charity
over world God rein
has been supply and food chain
while we here remain
when out God would reach
He said should always impeach
those who are a leech
we started to dream
God gave crop which was the cream
to us did redeem
God on judgement seat
He had helped us to compete
winning seems so sweet
took inventory
of God and all His glory
such a great story
did as directed
each sin God had selected
death to them detected
this had seemed to sense
God with all His competence
gave me confidence
had a lot of *****
so God would make me a monk
all a bunch of bunk
always consented
by God am represented
and have repented
They have lots of hare in them, he warned me, but that was okay.
My family has a lot of hair too, even at the end of our life.
I still want to meet them. I told him. “Because that’s, okay.”
He added, “One of them has already consented to be my wife.”’
They are identical twins, he said, but you can tell them apart readily.
I hoped he was right; for I have trouble sometimes with the close up see.
We were ushered into their parlor where the gorgeous girls appeared in sight.
Their hair was longer than I expected. But their smiles were big and bright.
This is my beloved, Francie, he told me. And her sister Prancie May.
Moment I turned and saw her knew I could easily fall in love that day.
Long beautiful hair always makes me want to be romantic and swoon.
We were soon both completely in love and quite over the moon.
I brought her to dinner and the relatives could not top laughing at me.
Think it is a riot that even with Coke bottle glasses I can barely see.
They are jealous darling, my betrothed said. Do not let it bother you.
My mother was thrilled with our litter, grandchildren one to forty-two.
I'm only 15 so tell me why you're tempted?
Knowing I'm underage and my actions can't be consented
I'm a jail sentence and a life on a registry.
Are you willing to risk your freedom for a single night with me?
Thats hilarious.
That question never crossed your mind.
I wish I had been smarter and that I could take back time.
I had a fetish..
I liked being the bait for predators in silent temptation,
I liked being in an embrace that could lead to their incarceration.
I liked knowing...
They were willing to throw their life away for me.
Not only did it hurt but it fueled their Illigal fantasies.
I was problematic.
I was toxic to my core.
No matter how much I hated myself I always wanted more.
I keep messages and pictures of
Those who I'd chosen.
Knowing what they are yet their names forever unspoken.
I promised to keep it secret and that promise I shall keep.
Even when he looked conflicted as he dropped me to my knees.
Men knowing better. Men in places of power.
Men far too old for me in a 3 am shower.
I have issues exactly as they seem...
I liked being a pedofiles dream.
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