LISTEN TO THE WIND
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Listen to the wind murmur. Can you hear it
gently stirring yesterday’s dust motes,
kissing everyone's cheek with forgotten warmth,
painting hues of hope into the bleeding blue?
Listen to the wind sing. Can you hear it
creating a soft melody from rustling leaves,
whispering promises etched into tree bark,
grounding us in the breath we share equitably?
Listen to the wind mumble. Can you hear it
bowing giant oaks, tickling forest’s green expanse,
ruffling the mouse’s coat as well as the king’s gold crown,
leveling an equal, impartial hand to all?
Listen to the wind whisper. Can you hear it
raising up paper cranes and giving them flight,
carrying one’s dreams on its placid breezes,
guaranteeing nothing, yet everything.
Listen to the wind moan. Can you hear it
lifting silent prayers, light as dandelion fluff,
bidding us pause as life’s burdens dissolve?
Let’s not make a scene—
not in front of the metaphor-curious.
We owe them a semblance
of shared syllabic stability.
You take Tuesdays,
I’ll keep weekends and the enjambments.
Let’s split the metaphors equitably—
you keep flame, I’ll keep ash.
No one touches liminal.
I’ll speak highly of your similes
at open mic,
nod with gentle gravitas
when they ask if we’re
still...collaborating.
We’ll stage polite reposts,
perhaps a comment or two—
Stunning work! Your voice is missed!
Even though our voices
are on everything. Loudly.
We’ll give them what they crave:
poised poets
posing as lovers
in the filtered light
of someone’s Instagram story.
Not because it’s true—
God, no.
But because some of the haiku kids
just found their footing,
and I won’t be the one
to shake their form.
air a voice of no measure
pairs equitably trifling
like an eighty-six patron
vermiso will win out a
majority in favor
consciousness of her fears are
competently conversant
of artsy quiescency
a plague that ails them
whereby its cure is
not immediate
composure that an artist
overripes her flowery
facial abeyance
tis squarely crafted in stilled
visage interspersing gild
and vermillion splash
ere curtains call emphatic operatta
as Italian corporatist infiltrates
faced causation effects shh
I have lived on the side for so long
A life full of drudgery and misery
A victim of unfortunate birth
To a lowly stock of humanity
And to that soulless contraption of a fatherland
Destined to scrape along
On my daily shamed trajectory
Of the wretched of the earth
Living a good life has always been a mirage
Gleaned from pages of papers and televisions
In the heat of electioneering campaigns
Which fizzle out as elections are won and lost
Why has a creature like me
And my ghetto siblings created
And Condemned permanently
On the fringes of life if not to
Mock God’s creation?
Why has nature bestowed so much?
But has failed to bless all equitably
If we forget noble friends
And stay with no regrets
One day we will lose them
Due to our careless mind
If we shrewdly use time
And distribute it equitably
Our success is assured
We get in life victory
If we know to postpone
When our mood is low
We end all heart-breaks
And pave a safe route
If we take extra steps
To stabilize our mind
We escape from gloom
Due to our wise action
If we utilize time carefully
By giving to all attention
We are in a safe position
As our joy is then intact
Let us ignore none at all
By taking honest efforts
If we keep ourselves busy
We surely achieve a lot
Perfect discipline helps
It rescues us from losses
We give the World the best
We usefully live on Earth
If laziness we drive away
If peace we evenly spread
If we make all get love
We form a paradise
If we tolerate kindly
If we offer assistance
If we chant a prayer
We purify this Earth
Our stay will one day end
Before that let us be noble
We must give all happiness
Before we quit this globe.
If I Ruled The World
Proving souls mettle life elapsed that being in disaccord,
Let us confirm the presence of each other multi-colored,
Give a righteous opportunity for all to justly share,
Equitably, separate terms on a wing and a prayer,
Reinvent a world from disarray also disillusion,
Let all be convinced in a better future, hearts infusion,
Enjoying fashioned comfort together and security,
Truly, rooves o'er heads, bellies well-nourished, lifetime surety,
Laborers lifestyle concludes with an automated new world,
Encountering goodness, nature, others, set in a dreamworld,
Disproving spoils of Earth and that genuine malevolence,
Relieved ills, ensure benevolence, I hope its prevalence.
2020 August 25
*10th Place*
If I Ruled The World
~~Chantelle Anne Cooke
Memories will always lasts forever
As we'll all be together and forever
To invent our own life's meaning easy
But it's still allowed and we'll be happy
While the futile keep espying at us
As they loathe and blabbed about our oneness
And the garrulous prolonged to be taciturn
We equitably annulled their vision
We're united for an authentic purpose
And never be diverged sans purpose
I hope and wish this company to last forever
And we'll be the last ones standing ever
What makes a physical place,
and a metaphysical space
sacred?
If anything does,
or could,
or would,
or even should?
Could divine Energy
do less than grow sacred gratitude
for wildlife
and our domesticating WinWin habitats?
NaturaLeft and SpiRightual
healthy physical ecosystems
supported
by-lateral temporal Wonder
swimming in limbic bilateral Awe
within metaphysical ego-subsystems
of Holy EcoMatriarchal WinWin SpiritWomb
praising and paranoid pouting against
AnimaMundi loving all
DNA described,
prescribed,
revived healthing natures,
not just equitably,
but with sacred/secular WinWin integrity.
Wealthy divine Spirits
Healthy humane nature
Integrity of LeftTruth deductions
with ElderRight BiLateralBeauty inductions,
secular wondering egos within sacred awesome ecosystems,
sacred ecosystems
listening for wiser WinWin secular egos.
What makes a physical ego-identity place
and a metaphysical eco-space
both secular and sacred?
If any WinWin DNA thing does,
or could,
or would,
or even should.
effulgent sun rays
equitably shine throughout
we create shadows
Primarily
Using
Readiness,
Purity and
Overt
Spirit
Equitably
(5/28/02)
I, henceforth, known as the respirer, do
solemnly swear hereafter, to take you in,
in sufficient quantities to ensure
continuation of the flesh's animation.
I additionally, do accede my heretofore,
essential need of your estimable service,
and express my desire to continue our
mutually beneficial, ok, parasitic, relationship
Being, as you are, substantive to well-being,
I wish to publicly, and, without reservation,
acknowledge, my sincere admiration for your
valuable and well known qualities
By any and all conveyances available to stated
respirer, procurement of your services is
to be distributed to every cell of said being
equitably and on an as needed basis until
such time as service is no longer necessitated
I, the aforementioned respirer, do in earnest,
testify to my intent and necessity for
a continual contractual relationship, with you
In short, you breathe life into mine
© Goode Guy 2013-04-26
So sensationally super; Sagittarius son of John Spence
Pleasantly personable, and matriarch Maud Spence’s son
Enabling, exquisite, eloquent, evolving and enterprising
Naturally nice, no nonsense, and a nutritionist nobleman
Carrot consumer, constant comrade and cold-war veteran
Equitably enlightened, and just an elegant eggnog taster
Jumping Jupiter, a jubilant sundae lover, and just a jewel
Oppresso de liber, optimistically captivating; oratorical
Saintly passionate, succulent salmon sampler; sweetheart!
Exquisitely enchanting, enchantingly amatorious; éclat!
Playful, painstakingly passionate, pajama wearer, patient
Handsomely helpful handyman, harmonizer of happiness
Sweet as syrup, shining armor off the shelf; savoir-faire!
Red-blooded poetry connoisseur and radioactively lovable!
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Won Seventh Place Position
"Tell Me About You Contest"
June 16, 2010
Sponsored by Amy Green
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