Her Name Was Renee
Her name was Renee Penee
She was a sweet old cat
Friendly and vocal
Even though our meal schedules differed
We did nearly everything together
But mostly without feathers-
We even conversed
She gave me some advice
Before she passed away
I just need time to figure it out
Preferably without any pouts
Yes, her name was Renee
Not Fay or Kay nor even Rey
But it was better than her original name
There stood a tree,
Not a rusty, disgusting tree,
But, a tree of life and vigor.
Upon this tree,
A young bud lay
A bud who through rain, sun, and night
Would grow to a leaf.
This leaf however,
differed from its spirited kin.
Upon the arrival of fall
His prophecy was to be fulfilled so another bud may be
And contrary to his brothers,
This leaf clutched the branch of its maker.
And soon was left alone
upon a now dark and hollow tree
In his loneliness,
this once purpose defying leaf
Opted to maintain the cycle upon which creation brewed him.
He let go from the tree
Only to find his stem could bear the weight of purpose no longer.
And unlike his brothers,
he did not fall to the ground beneath.
Rather, hung sullen upon a hibernating tree
Spring came,
And despite the winter,
The leaf clutched on to life.
Unfortunately for the now optimistic leaf,
His newfound life would soon depart,
The stem from which he hung could no longer support the old leaf.
And upon springs first sunlight the leaf found a bed among his kin.
He used to race 100 miles
And tell us all about it.
We always saw him running,
So we had no cause to doubt it.
The races that I entered then
Were 6.2 in miles
And mostly run in Central Park;
We differed in our styles.
I still get out and walk each day,
My racing days behind me,
And early morning, by the river,
That is where you’ll find me.
Yet he sits mostly on a bench,
His walker at the ready,
The river feeling far away;
His gait is too unsteady.
I used to marvel at the thought
Of hundred mile races,
But seeing where we’re both at now,
I’d not be trading places.
Beauty and the Beast
In twilight shadows, where moonlight fades,
A maiden fair, with eyes so bright,
Did dwell within a castle tall and white,
Her hair was pure, her spirit free,
But destiny had planned a different fate for thee,
For deep within the forest dark and cold,
Lived a beast most foul, with heart turned old,
His roar echoed through the silent night,
As he searched for beauty's sweet delight,
One fateful eve, their paths did cross,
And through they differed, love took its toll,
The maiden brave, did melt his icy soul,
And with a kiss, their hearts did take control,
Thus began a tale of true love's might...
"The Nephilims!; he bellowed. "The Nephillen"! He
bellowed over the drums of the and cackling
unshirted women. "The Nephilim shall walk among men"!
"To arouse the women: and make men tremble
with fear"! He than spoke in a tenorish
bellowing sound a sermon like
pitch dancing turning one
shoulder toward the ground as
he tip-toed around the lighted center.
HE said in a differed laugage"Il suono
mesculera, per
introdurre la canzone pei all improvo e
cambiato
struttttura comune
struttura comune
solista strumentale
ruttura
e interrmezzo
e testi"! The Goddess Attraeious
shall draw the need of
togetherness
to make men want.
And even ' Il Brutto" shall
spermiate! Thus spokeIl Re Pesco
around te lights
of the Pricky Branch City!
You were a close friend.
Until my viewpoint differed from theirs.
Your tiara turned into snakes.
Envenomed my peaceful place.
In turn, I gifted you a mirror.
Some rooms were created to instill in us fear, yet the opposite existed.
After hours of anticipation, a warm welcome opened doors for me to come in.
As I blew my own trumpet, as panelists required, I confessed to the uncomfortabilty of self-expression.
Without further ado, a quick notice told of rejection to partake in the programme, but somehow feelings differed.
As if sent by the Lord himself, a message was delivered right that instant, giving light to a set disappointment though disappointment never came.
A sudden rise of compliments ~ what a change of events, left me in moments of awe.
Some rooms are meant to instill in us fear, yet that room set me free with more grace.
It's never too late to receive a blessing ~ the best moments are in waiting
HerVolution - Izintombi Zamambo
16 Novermber 2022
Sponsored by Regina McIntosh
It is so blind, it saw eyes, mouths, bodies, feet
imploring it's paint, it's beggars land, stroked
by hand.
It's can, faceted as one gem, drips only you.
The brush peels back, stroke by stroke, layer
by layer, new always differed you.
Each canvas, some happy, some mad, still it's
always you, is to Regina's sun.
The brush of lips, still trembles it, invitingly...why?
Lips brush the stroke, you make the paint, wants why?
The canvas is always full of different you, asks it,
is it not?
Respectable mirror to try on in you..why not?
It laughs at it's self, seeing a growth on it, so boss.
The rose drips, it is painted to it's natural blush,
as it's meant to be.
It is a struggle between the rose and it's blush, it's
a grippe so tight, the colors run at times, on it..you
still laugh amused.
It just cannot, as much as passion flames it's eye,
be reduced to frame, you in the boring same tired,
eyes of it is.
When every woman is her, she a Queen.
Google poetry James McLain
Two bucket of beers and a basket of chips
grinning I said at the door
how gracious to greet us so quickly
Never so promptly before
No aspersions toward La Luna
as this was our second time here
Spectacular chips and salsa
I was kidding about the beer
we leisurely looked at the menus
Ordered coke when they said out of tea
except for us place was full empty
Still nothing occurring to me
I told the man who served us
I'm going to do a test
My favorite Myan dish ordered
to see who had the best
Mamacita she pulled out all the stops si
beautiful delicious too
discussed how their entre differed before
Presenting the ribbon blue
They could not have been any nicer
A lovely place to dine
good food and warm smiling servers
And manners gracious and fine
As we walked to the car I glanced at the door
to see our distance from whistle bit
I could not believe they were closed
When we came and never a word of it.
It made up for every dry burger,warm salad,tepid soup
my faith in eating out again
La Luna served to recoup
Good day my fellow soupers, I hope you all are doing well.
Another moment has arrived, for our poetry show and tell.
We are a diverse group; a common quest keeps us sustained.
This disruption from reality, empowers rest when feeling drained.
We share our thoughts in group, an expression of how we feel.
Some words we share are dark and some, for curb appeal.
Whatever the case may be, we all leave our hearts exposed.
Be mindful of how you judge, it can leave others indisposed.
Some scholars will write for contests, hoping their work will place.
When you’re scripting for recognition, it’s hard to keep up the pace.
Poets have differed taste, we’re all just human after all.
Try not to get discouraged when you miss that curtain call.
On any given day, you’ll pen some rhymes that come out great.
Don’t let a biased judge, determine your poetry fate.
Each one of you are special, foster your talent both day and night.
Legends are made not born, now grab your pens and write!
Astrologists with ancient viewS
Seek to predict what people dO
As mirrors of the heaven's climB
By measuring the sky and timE.
Oft I look up with differed goaL
Valuing where my soul may gO
Ever to rise when buried loW.
8/28/21
Message in an Acrostic 2 Poetry Contest
There was a little ladybug in my house tonight
that means pleasing luck and prosperity hindsight
as her son Jesus riding a pack animal burro
Mary Ladybird our Lady spots joy and with sorrow
from her cloak in primal paintings of lineage rare
I wonder if the black spots were the color of her hair
the name means scarlet hence the color known red
I'm glad it was spotted before it crawled in our bed
they both have enemies but camouflage greatly well
immaculate conception is differed though with smell
their ancestry or bloodline represents them as the 7
for up to two years they travel with guardians 11:11
If you view this number frequently in time do watch
it's mine in field of study and birth chart is topnotch
the Lady Bird 1 or 8 depending on various statistics
and the Lady Beetle insect in accordance characteristics
I did not know that my color bled
Into each word drenched in red
Not from blood that runs in my veins
From the white power death forever reigns
My lips move with desperate pleas
Only to soothe your team of trustees
You create my story in your mind
Comfort in ignorance that keeps you blind
I scream louder in effort to be heard
Wrapping my emotions in every single word
Condemned for my angry cries
Fingers pointed at my broken eyes
I am stripped naked and exposed
Opposition has me enclosed
Freedoms door never opened for me
On the other side you all sip on your cups of tea
I knock harder until my knuckles bleed
My vocal cords tear, my hope recedes
In exhaustion I drop to my knees
Hearing you whisper “you pay the fees”
My life was no longer in my control
When my number appeared on your dice roll
I lost long before your game began
A bronze game piece that differed from your iron clan
Pattern of arrayed
circle colors regular
pattern on solid
circumferences large
circle sizes big and small
circle Polka dots
circling hue of views
on top of plain solid sheets
abundantly dips
ever so drops of
differed colors spots shines as
circle Polka dots
1/13/19
POLKA DOTS POETRY CONTEST
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
To listen, she asked
Your verdict already cast
Expletives punctuating ignorance.
Her tears exciting,
remarks dehumanising,
impossible to retract.
Your reputation prioritised,
her name slandered;
victory yours,
loss hers.
Her life,
a product of yours;
her livelihood,
you attempt to deny.
A provider,
you succeed to be.
Material a measure to your worth,
blood expendable to your notes.
Tempers flared,
intent differed,
the innocent,
deemed guilty.
Once a child,
now a woman;
once a father,
now a stranger.
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