Was it written in the stars?
Was it truly meant to be?
I can send a wish to mars
And it’ll come back to me
If there truly is a string of fate
Then perhaps mine was severed
What seems perfect arrives late
Like it was never endeavored
If our names are truly in ink
And our souls bound together
Would I even have to think
If I want the the tether
Written in the stars
Or is it parallel destinies
Passing by like fast cars
A clash of unease
I gave up years ago
I just never quit.
Y’know, as in stopped
Being who I am.
I had an early revelation
That not everyone would like me
When I realized that I didn’t like everybody.
Thus, I endeavored to solve the dilemma
By just being me with all of them
It worked, well….a little anyway
As some who didn’t like me
Began to like me
That forever “equal and opposite” rule
Evened things out.
I believe I am a funny guy
Alas, not all agree with this assessment
Some say that I go too far
Others hope I never return
As I said “I gave up years ago”
But I never quit.
Y’know…blowing bubbles in my chocolate milk
Licking my ice cream bowl
Building things with my mashed potatoes
Splashing in rainy day puddles
I praise the everlasting fount,
so glorious in its amount.
Who would have ever thought, I sighed,
I had such copious snot inside.
A tissue box? I took the suggestion
and endeavored to clear my congestion.
At first, I was relieved and elated
till I found I was entirely deflated.
My memory’s worth cannot be measured,
sometimes it brings with it some regret.
Some I have filed and they are now treasured,
the unpleasant one’s I’ve endeavored to forget.
But from unpleasant things I can also fain,
and experience has been my classroom teacher.
So that I always know what not to do again,
the same mistake would be a double feature.
No heart holds any secrets,
because our tongues can’t keep one.
Tom
Alas! You dark, grotesque, vile servant of Lucifer, the antithesis of the morning star.
Once again, you have sought me out and endeavored to siphon my light at the end of my tunnel.
In the past, you may have thwarted my desires, cast me into purgatory,
and whispered sophistry in the crevices of my mind.
But NOW your machinations are no threat to me. What once was a callow mind has turned into growth over time.
I have learned to see where there is no light, how to climb where there is no ladder.
So do your best, you nocturnal fiend. Your reign is over; you no longer have influence over me.
Now I know, good times and bad times are like tides that ebb and flow.
So traverse the realms to shroud my days in night.
I will say to thee, “Hello, my old friend. Do your worst, because God has bestowed upon me my own personal light, and I walk by it habitually every day and night.”
Average Wasn’t Good Enough
Miracle Man
4/27/2024
If life were simple everyone would excel.
Before I could make others believe in me,
I had to exhibit a belief in myself,
and God given ability.
I realized to be good at something
would require putting in the work,
while being persistent.
Just average wouldn’t get the job done,
because cream always rises to the top.
I always endeavored to do more
than I thought was expected of me.
A few people will grow the Roses,
while multitudes will just smell them.
Give me the man/woman with burning desire,
and you can have the most talented one.
Tom
He always endeavored to win alone
And over the years, his methods he honed.
He projected strength and never seemed evil,
But others (to him) were throw-away people.
Most were people he barely knew,
And some were souls whose use was through.
A few were kinfolk that he knew well.
But in the end, they also fell.
People resented his wiles and ways
That he achieved his selfish goals each day.
He lied, cheated, and encroached upon rights,
So that he could win his impossible fights.
Lives were destroyed and futures were lost,
Leaving many with deep emotional costs.
But now he’s alone after merciless toils,
With no one to love and share his spoils.
He is an ostracized soul who won alone,
Now emptily reaping what he has sown.
The Physical qualities of the song ranged
from perfect to exceptional.
Two Mezzo- Soprano's chored to
perform at song made for a tenor.
thy were a Phenomal couple
singing a song
about two lovers who were never
to speak of there love.A Hero To her
lonilness is a Champion of her love. The female character spoke of
her love of a man who wished never to marry: but fell in love
and he and she debated ever becoming married
due to pople who might not come around them if they endeavored in a maritail togethernes.
The song features points of devotion: points of fear: it puts an emphisises on togetherness: but details
the labors of continuing to be together.
Lovers who fear the future
might look to this song and find reason to stay together or part..
When the Baritone and Tenor take stage the song changes it's rhythmn.
the story is same bt the sound shift's to a grueling grind. a slow romping soothing sound.
A bass and tenor than performs while a mezzo soprano provides a background with anwsers to the Malo charcters questions.
When the Bass ask's her to marry the men combine
in a chorus to spak with one voice.
Perfection to sync the perfect sound!
Bravo! Music Bravo!
Life is endeavored in ramification;
A striver in pain
Someone been blackmailed
Highwayman got caught
A failure/loser lean down
Old age,hair changing to Grey
Candle been burn out
Sun left a view,
oh changing to dark(Night)
They all hate it
They want it to stop(End)
They prefer death to disgrace
Fear of being called out
Wishing for peace
Thinking death saves
Oh just like he hated darks,
Thinking a new dawn will refresh it
Oh No No!!!
Life is long enough for us all
And short also
Depending on you
Life can’t favour us all
Death is a blessing,
in disguise and sometimes it’s not
HARDEYNIYHI.D??
It all started in North Carolina
Home of my heart and physique
I don’t think it’s praised in China
Because of such blazing mystique
It began at Keystone Camp in Brevard
Where children were so delighted
To discover the wonders endeavored
By those creative minds, so excited
It was like a sort of storybook dream
Reflections of joy inspired by the heat
Christmas in July was the big theme
Stockings for Santa made it all complete
It felt like a joy beyond all belief
Hearts were adoring all the festivities
The spirit of Christmas was such a relief
From the regular camping activities!
Christmas in July or July Celebration Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin
Used: Rhymezone to check rhymes
Dated: July 11, 2022
Article in Southern Living about Christmas in July beginnings
One magical night I endeavored to reach that beautiful blue moon that
Neptune was so enamored with. 6.7 arcminutes, as I moved closer in
Electromagnetic energies drove me to the archway of the heavens
Mesmerized by its incandescent light, I was transported to another realm
Acoustic sounds of Angel voices, pulsing lights and Celestial vibrations
Gradient falls of earthly flowers vanished from my view as I rose up,
Imbued by a nocturnal aria I lost myself inside a moonflower's bloom
Caressed by serendipity each shiny stars was a windfall of Grace
Neptune lanterns of even glow hung off a crescent moon. Oh what joy to
Immaculate my soul with all its pristine hues of blue. She shone bright as a
God of eternal messianic love, she was the key to every planet's open door
Hallelujah hales of sweet rejoice. I was bathed in a crown of light, at the
Tailwind of midnight, a rocking motion from that magical blue moon.
June 28, 2022
Above the woods you can see it
it all of its’ emerald splendor;
ringing the wooded sentinels,
imaginative realms it engenders.
From a plane, I shot a picture
and endeavored to research;
in local legend lay the secret,
a Fairies ring forest growth unearthed.
There within that emerald ring
amazing vision I did see;
faeries paying homage
to the queen of honey bees!
The spread of faerie food, immense
and the celebration lively;
a birthday party for queen bee,
I realized made total sense!
Endeavored romance, bolstered and cried
Then came the night, my music died
One last attempt, a foiled finished taste
A devoted passion, soon laid to waste
Recovered contentment, felled for the count
Heartache and pain, a stable failed surmount
End of life with its completion of care
A quickened loss for incessant despair
The dark night recalled; cessation dispense
Atonement is sought, assume recompense
My last night on Earth, withdrawn in vain
My death for your love, this life for your pain
12/1/21
“Y” Contest, New Poems – Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
I do not like to see my face floating
At the foot of a ewer,
nor in drops of water, nor in the glassy eye
of a slaughtered goat.
I am beautiful, but water and cloudless gems
distort, they are torturers of disfigurement.
Since I saw my reflected beauty
I have been unable to mirror that perfection.
I have ardently endeavored
to emblazon the beacon of that first time,
when I, suffused in beams of crystalline air,
beheld my countenance clear
yet now I am caught, caulked, and diked
forever dogged by a stark magicking
from ever parading that delicate radiance,
that inaugural art of my gift,
my exquisite features.
Yet ever my mind’s eye returns
to that translucent and timeless time
that empyreal morn, so fine and fair
where I beheld what I thought was there
and believed upon it.
I am feeling emotions cast down
Hovering about my head
Enveloping me
With the longing to belong
To be with people who have similar vows of
Passion
Someone to talk with in shared ideals
The haunts of unasked questions
Exchange thoughts we are both interested in
At least I have my online poet friends
Stimulating poems that surprise
Yearning to evoke images in words as do
Photographers I know in the cyberworld
Expressive ideas of life lived somewhere
But I do miss the sounds of
Spoken words
That inspire me to greater joy
Someone teaching me new forms endeavored
Of things I do not yet know, I want
Companionship
So central to artistic expression built
In layers of time spent
Of understanding only felt by those
Similar of thoughts circled
A friend a mentor
Arms wrapped about shoulders
Burdens lifted
6-15-2020
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