ILLUSTRATED REALITY
prevailing
stylistics
beliefs
usher
afresh
meaningful
enhancements
in
consequential
&
exemplary
substratum
deriving
significant
genuine
re-orientation
evidenced
by
incipient
documented
but
contradictory
variety
My Luna
The moon
Was full the night I said goodbye
I saw the spirit fade
From your pained eyes
I saw the breaths stop and felt your heavy head
I'll miss your bulk
Upon my bed
Your fur
On every surface
Your greed
Your paws that opened the fridge
And found the cheese and I could throw any food onto the floor
And you'd hoover it up
I miss the raided bin
Evidenced by tins and licked packets
The way you barked when someone dared to pass the window in the night
Your beautiful face
Your love of life
You running through the stubble
Or chasing squirrels
I hope you'll stay with me
In spirit
I think of you every second
Your mischief mirrored my own
My friend
I love you
Rest in peace sweet girl
Luna
Forever
multifaceted, love reigns among creative works
proving its worth and wonders midst woes of whys
evidenced by divine love whose source is God
my heart can attest with bliss
as faith testifies
without iota of doubt
love divine prevails
acquitting lamentable condemning emotions
midst freedom of blest sharing and caring bliss
indeed, God's love* imputes no guilt midst clemency's worth
*1 John 4:10 Herein is love, not that we loved God, but that he loved us, and sent his Son to be the propitiation for our sins.
February 19, 2026
6th place, "Voir Dire on Love" Suzette Prime Poetry Writing Premiere Contest
Sponsored by Suzette Richards; judged on 3/2/2026
knowing...
if stars should fade when I'm with you
and darkness reigns in midnight blue
I would croon while we rendezvous
sultry lyrics in your ear...
love songs of a balladeer
whispers fondling your neck and face
caressing each exotic place
'til breathless in my warm embrace
there's teasing with finger tips
and tasting from parted lips
our passion stirs without disguise
your need escapes in moans and sighs
I kiss the lids of your closed eyes
there's beauty found in the dark...
when a kiss ignites a spark
our tongues entwine like flames of fire
for want of more, we both conspire
carnal fervor transcends desire
both yearning to sate this thirst...
ardor nearing a cloudburst
in night's gloaming, we were discreet
fulgent beauty, tryst in retreat
love evidenced with each heartbeat
dazzling hours of sweet torment...
in shadows our time was spent
sweet torment... in shadows
You waited
with no ideas of your own,
no vision, plan, or blueprint
for the future.
Empty, awaiting guidance,
you longed only for the right words.
In anticipation,
your blank face held no expression,
your every fiber
begging for my gentle touch,
your very essence
crying out your need for fulfillment.
One word,
and each subsequent one, delighted you.
You reveled
in the sharing of my thoughts.
You became alive
as you drank of my deepest passions.
My touch brought untold ecstasy
as every pore of your being
felt the power
of our common commitment.
Your acceptance the quintessence of trust
as evidenced by the sweet flow of our giving
You rested
complete, fulfilled and satisfied
that you had shared
the intimacy of our total surrender.
For, in becoming one,
our affair gave birth to sweet verse.
Moving like moonlight
I am the OG silver surfer
Fleshwalkers, Dry Guys, Land Livers,
Have been around for,
What, 300,000 years?
Try 20 million years.
We eat stingrays.
Literally. For breakfast.
I have a 360 degree field of vision.
What's directly in front of me?
Don't ask.
Listen, Humanoids,
I'm delivering this plea
To your nearest post office.
Luckily I found a stamp
With my photo on it.
The plea is:
We are different from the other sharks
(Uhh: other sharks don't use post offices)
And are undeserved of their
Ruthless, roguish, reputation.
Yes, we are younger
Than our arrow-headed brethren
(Just 400 million years younger.)
But our brains are bigger.
Evidenced by our lack of interest
In Walky-Talky interaction.
Check your stats.
Us Real Heads are considered
"Shy" among you. Right.
You wouldn't believe
The number of karaoke
Joints down here.
The moon now
Has dipped down
From the world of air
While the sun has made it's rise.
I'm starting to tan in the shallows
A tad too much for my taste.
Stay safe, sentient skin slickers!
I must be one my way now
At 20-25 miles per hour.
Faith is believing
without question
in something
that cannot be proven to exist
for which there is
no proof
that it does indeed exist
I believe
therefore
it must be true
it must exist
further proof
is evidenced by the millions who believe as I do
we cannot all be wrong
those who do not believe
are mistaken
misguided
blinded to the truth
and must prove
that it doesn’t exist
how quaint
there being no proof
that it doesn’t exist
is proof that it does exist
circular logic springs to mind
proof of its existence
lies in the unshakable belief
that it does exist
even though
it cannot be seen, held or touched
and never has been
seen, held or touched
it does exist
I believe that it exists
and therefore it must exist
faith
what a truly wondrous and comforting thing it is
for those who believe.
Why art
Why do some lines
Some colors
Or some lyrics
Make us feel so alive
I always believed
That artists held some unique vision
They saw the world
But thought of themselves
Thought of our humanity
They built a rose garden
First in their mind’s backyard
Then into a vibrant park
Each piece another bush
Of ethereal grace
Grown from the rainy days
Of which there were plenty it seems
Our walking path being touched
By the overgrowth
As we construct our own gardens
And stroll through one another
May we think back to the time passed
Evidenced by surrounding flowers
We’ll look back and around
At the beauty born from rough times
To find that on those stormy days
We did great
Joyful memories surface, every once in a while
Evidenced by bright eyes and a half formed smile
Catching special moments previously enjoyed
Helping to soften an ever increasing void
The magic of retrieving such gold from the past
Trying to focus on the now and not worry how long it may last
Almost single-handedly, moon conquers the night
Although the stars, taken together, shine so bright,
Give to the moon most precedence, evenhandedly
Moon conquers the night, almost single-handedly.
The moon in all its glory, the naked eye can see
While nearest stars, I’m afraid, are too far for me,
Though the most distant star has its very own story
The naked eye can see, the moon in all its glory.
Indeed, I stand in awe, of the heaven’s vast array
To stand and peer upward at the end of a long day
So mysterious the length and breadth of its draw
Of the heaven’s vast array, indeed, I stand in awe.
I love the night sky, filled with wonder and mystery
Evidenced from the beginning of human history,
Ere man could comprehend, [or even begin to try]
Filled with wonder and mystery, I love the night sky.
Written August 11, 2022
[Swap Quatrain, as invented by Lorraine
M. Kanter; introduced to me by Emile Pinet]
Raymond Littlejohn’s favorite bird to study was the lyrebird.
He was an amateur ornithologist who recorded their sounds in the 60’s
They are also called peacock-wrens and Australian birds of paradise
They reside from southern Victoria to south-eastern Queensland.
Their heritage dates back fifteen million years as evidenced by fossils
Lyrebirds have an impressive ability to mimic natural and artificial sounds
True beauty of the male’s huge tail appears when he is in courting mode.
They are one of Australia’s natural resources, and magical in many ways.
Lawyer Oliver from New York City
Moved to country farm run down then pretty
Wife Liza, a city girl
Name the year-old pet pig Pearl,
Tossing dishes away, was quite bitty
4/4/2022
On A Lim Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Joseph May
Green Acres
Named for Oliver Wendell Holmes, he makes the rash decision to leave his successful law practice and pursue his lifelong dream of being a farmer, despite having no real-world knowledge or experience, as evidenced by him doing farm chores while wearing a three-piece suit
Lisa Douglas living with her father, the deposed King of Hungary. Pampered by her wealthy family, her skewed world view and domestic ignorance provide fertile ground for recurring gags.
A hole was found in the girl's locker room wall
Policemen are looking into it!!! They've got the wherewithal
To take advantage of their role
Upholding justice is their goal
But boys will be boys as evidenced by policemen's balls
Poetry, look!
A free worm* crawls on you hand!
The French always tended to invent
all sorts of nasty things:
freedom, equality, fraternity,
French fries, free verse.
When I was a small and ardent poet,
I worshipped rhymes
and denied a free verse the right to be called
poetry.
With time I grew up and cooled down,
as evidenced by the lack of rhymes herein.
Don't swat! Let it crawl.
Give the worm a chance to turn into
a butterfly.
* “Free verse” is derived from the French “vers libre” which can be translated as “free worm”, (fr.) ver – worm.
14.11.2019
Free Verse Vs Structured Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Line Gauthier
A hole was found in the girl's locker room wall
Policemen are looking into it!!! They've got the wherewithal
To take advantage of their role
Upholding justice is their goal
But boys will be boys as evidenced by policemen's balls
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