Hugging my oak; vibrations of Spring,
tingling of potential and potent buds.
Robins and woodpeckers inspecting;
a hawk dives, evens out, sees life
on the ground; seeds twinging with
excitement, ready to break ground.
We are in the waiting room. Buzz of
monotone before the sun goes full throttle,
and dandelions and daffodils delight us.
Rose petal brushing on rouge and lipstick.
Ooh…ooh…ready to breathe in the snow
and cherry blossoms of tangible trees!
So, so ready to walk in the zeal of zephyr,
to whirl around the buzz of bees and chirps,
those lovely birds rejoicing with one another.
Put on your Easter bonnet! Why wait! Praise!
They're airing falsehoods,
Claimed more than they should -
they're up to no good
And should be called out.
Don't be dramatic,
Don't be pedantic,
It's in semantics
That evens the score.
Now then take issue,
Although they'll diss you,
For what you'll pursue
When stating your case.
Deal only with facts,
Nothing to retract,
It's your time to act
With Truth on your side.
Hit the ground running,
No need for cunning,
Don't spread the bunting
And don't sermonize.
Just make your case strong -
Most will come along;
They'll want to belong
And not be left out.
Put rogues in their place -
Stand up face-to-face
And you will erase
The lies they've embraced.
What will become of future days,
after Time’s hourglass evens out?
When his ticking hands fall still in praise
will we collapse in clamor, or drown devout?
Will memory fade into the dust
like crystal webs now yellowed thread?
Will love decay, or does it just
lie sleeping with our dreams long dead?
Cities carved from noise and flame—
their names we etched in gold—
will they remain, or end the same:
grand columns cracked and split alone?
And if some wind still sweeps the land
unmoved by dusk or birth,
will it recall our trembling hands,
palms that once kissed the earth?
Two opposites, unknown of their fate,
Randomly surfed the wide internet before it was too late.
From one end of the country to the other end.
Scrolled and scrolled, like it was never going to end.
Oh! It was just a click, that's how we met.
From hesitant texts and calls,
To glee when texts and calls are received
And later turned to elation.
Oh! It was just a click; that's how we connected.
Excitement and nervousness just rushed
When we met for the very first time, we just blushed.
There was no lack of delight.
It's hard to forget that sight.
Oh! It was just a click; we felt something ignite.
Later, it turned into hope and positivity
The foundation is built on trust and love, togetherness and unity.
We met, the folks met, and the process went on.
And finally, we tied the knot, vowing to never be apart.
In happiness or sorrow, in light or darkness,
In beautiful times or ugly times.
We vow to share each moment together,
And walk through all the odds and evens together.
Oh! It was just one click,
That we found each other for life's sweet and bitter journey.
The eye in the sky misses nothing
seeing all that is done
There's no escaping the light of the sun
even if you hide under moons
Everything evens out in the end & towers
will crumble soon
Oddly enough it was seen on its way
& where it all hailed from
They're cold as ice these days in need
of heat like a furnace
Those burning needs will be met by a
sword with double edged blue flames
Angels appeared at their side & they
wonder if they are sane
No lies are detected at all as everything
said is in earnest
Lessons rain down from above missing
none when they drop
We all get wet sometimes so take your
learning in stride
You can seek shelter from class but there
is nowhere to hide
The teacher appears with reluctance
because they just wouldn't stop
Burning off the excess
Things got out of line
Everything is golden
Until it loses its shine
Pendulum constantly swinging
Quick to overreact
Impermanence around the corner
Grasping for what is fact
Need to seek balance
Stand on stable ground
Know things will settle
What was lost will be found
The scale evens out
Water finds its level
We’ll never find Goldilocks
But the pendulum starts to settle
When Russia inevitably evens the score
Ukraine will remain an unpainted whore
To NATO unattractive
Russia wary, reactive
Hiding in alleyways, pre-Third World War
Making Blue Eyes Cry
Deception flashes a jubilant smile with pointless words
The blind is misled but evens the score heaving swords
Questions why objectionable conduct persistently show
Cause which freezes the sun and melts the virgin snow
Transgressions conceal deplorable acts of mortal desire
One breaks a heart then guilt purifies the soul with fire
A voice pleading for absolution envisions a merciful sky
Severed love evade truth then lie making blue eyes cry
Eleanor Rigby, fact, fiction--answer,
Perchance, perceived, or concealed around her,
Paul, composed most precise, John conveyed some,
Fancied, "HELP!" lead actress, Eleanor Bron.
A prime signature found but Bron, risky,
Paul preferred some shop near Bristol, Rigby,
Indeed, 'Rigby & Evens' Limited,
Wine & Spirit Shippers, Paul visited.
Paul, through a conference, imagines loads,
When he pens lyrics, home or beside roads,
He settles within thoughts, who, where, what, when,
And conclusively, it reaches him--then.
Though she comprised Paul's imagination,
Her named song gave her, world recognition.
Date: 08/17/2019
Eleanor Rigby Who was she Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Jerry T Curtis
I love receiving greeting cards
On birthdays or occasions
And sending them, as well,
Which kind of evens the equations.
Yet lately they are hard to find –
So many stores are closing
And people turn to e-cards,
Or that’s what I am supposing.
Some local drug stores carry cards,
Selections not extensive,
But though they’re nice, the problem is
That they are quite expensive.
Such prices just discourage those
Who’d like to send a greeting
And losing customers, to me,
Seems very self-defeating.
He comes like darkness, scaring of lights
His masked mono eye, delivering bad luck
As he turns to search, he nourishes souls with
Insincerity laziness robbery, jealousy profanity
When he meets ministers, from their cabinet offices
Right on the date of sevens, his tackle he evens
Their feet he entroubles, their heads he encounters
Hypocrisy pretense blasphemy, envy unchaste injustice
When he destroys the bodies, the souls as he teases
His might stout in less, ashamed to hand the corpse
That swells without value, and bursts to turn soil
Unhelpful embarrassed panic, broke endless endeavors
Pinion opinion
Lock it in the firmament of mind
In passion – master of all deep within its throes
In repose – a lissome and enthralling mistress on a languid sojourn
At evens – a subjective and celestial splendor
At odds – an objective and vile besmirch upon reason
And yet …
Nail it to the cross you bear and
Bare it to the world you cross then
Wear it like a nightingale that
Sings its virtues to the lost until
… it changes
Then rinse … and repeat
Written 05/24/218 for “Eight word challenge-4 Poetry Contest” contest by John Hamilton
She stammers, losing some words that her years cheat
while her sunken eyes gleam, beads in velvet sheet.
She stops gaping blankly as her brain tries journeying back,
to pick out bits from the remnants of history, in flashback.
Struggling against odds and evens she has sustained
visibly made stranger in her own land, looted and drained.
Strangers, she counts, came once to her doorstep
when full of zeal she was to live life to her own step.
They asked for her warmth and hospitality,
playing cunningly, a ploy to abuse her generosity.
A child of nature she grew among mountains;
queen of its abundance and its cool fountains.
For once she did not guess, those visitors from afar
held intentions vile to leave on her land, a deep scar.
Well fed and well entertained, they rose to conquer
lives of the lush green which could stand no longer.
Devoid of identity and glory, she danced to their tune;
To save her own, from Queen, she became buffoon.
Her people struggled but succumb to those strangers
who knew nothing but the rule of traitors!
You'll be better than Nixon, you won't get found out,
You'll be superior to Carter, your business has got more clout,
Reagan? Do me a favour, he was a bore and you can act much more,
Admittedly Bush Senior sure as hell knew how to start a war,
But Bush Junior couldn't speak so that evens the score,
Obama, walking, talking and thinking he was the main man,
So if you find it gets tough keep saying " Yes we can!",
He couldn't "Can" for all his effort and might,
So don't worry, you won't "Can" cos you don't give a shite!
"Headline news! The rag trade is torn to pieces!
Dolls are strewn across the streets with skirts lifted high.
Headline news! Markets are buzzing with voracious bees;
Stinging for honey, for money to burn. Sly.
May I escort you sir to higher gains? Just feed the slot
Machine coffers with offers of fine dining and lustful desires.
Become bloated and coated, botched and scotched
And drink embers mellow as you repast by the fire!
Suits you sir! That suit should fake them and shake them,
For you look a right toff and in those two tone brogues
None can guess and think anything less of you and your suit
That is pin striped and blue. Welcome to 'Cafe Rogues'.
Are you a gambler sir? Do you place your bets well?
Do you prefer evens or odds or don't you give a sod?
There are no consciences here sir! We'll take your money
And spend it on honey and fine clothes by God!
Paper!paper! Read all about it, headline news!
Dolls are found in alleyways torn to shreds!
Escorts are fattened calves ready for the slaughter!
Suited toff is found dying in Savile Row gutter!
Gambling money spinner wins. Camera closes the shutter.
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