i ask you to show me the way
you promise to always be there for me
AP: Honorable Mention 2022
Posted on September 30, 2022
The Golden Bridge is a 150-metre-long pedestrian bridge in the Bà Nà Hills resort, near Da Nang, Vietnam. It is designed to connect the cable car station with the gardens (avoiding a steep incline) and to provide a scenic overlook and tourist attraction. The bridge loops nearly back around to itself, and has two giant hands, constructed of fibreglass and wire mesh, designed to appear like stone hands that support the structure.
Categories:
fibreglass, care, love, uplifting,
Form: Free verse
Fibreglass fibre optics frame fielding farmers. Fielding farmers are not playing rounders today. They are pushing little feet into wellington boots then chasing a lone sheep whilst riding on a two ton heifer who wears a saddle and a harness with pride. Oh dutiful tulip your lips of hues are chewing the dews. Like a wheel arch covers in rain spat up from puddled ground. Puzzling puzzles protrude profusely. And passions are pausing players in a table whirl of dingbats' cafe. Number eleven is a fine wine of a diplomat but diplomats are neither delivery drivers notes nor are they noted diplomatic demonstrators demonstrating delivered deletions. Combat no cereal cake in a square cup of milk. For shaking around and around is akin to lying down on a bed of spiked cactus. Z Categorical cat cushions Z Meteorological Z at forty nine baked buns to seven bundles of bacon beaks. X
Categories:
fibreglass, baby,
Form: I do not know?
A dormouse in a field bucket is very very happy. Such important information gained from the stale water and a legal beetle is buzzing in a furry pair of trousers. Oh look the leap of leaves. Bumping into a glamorous mermaid in an ocean scene. But scent of scenarios are not very scenic. And glowing goblets grabbing giblets is entertaining and exciting. Exotic playing pea pies are waving in a jelly cake. Whilst a radioactive isotope is kicking around in a jar. A pea pod could often resemble the face of a horse. But horseshoes could never resemble restricted fibreglass blankets. Hahahaha bin ban bomb *** hahahaha and a fruit singing to a sofa. Hahahaha charismatically xxxx
Categories:
fibreglass, absence, appreciation,
Form: I do not know?
You see him on the streets sometimes,
other times he's nowhere to be found,
but regardless of whether he's seen by a collect few or by none,
he's somewhere, deep in thought, deep in prophecy, receiving visions from on high, for a single ma'am - a lone wolf or for those that concern the multiples down to the miniscule.
Whether they receive these,
the rare occasions when he speaks and when he shares,
or if they choose to reject his perspectives of life and the future, he's there, in the invisible shadow of broad daylight and in the piercing, loud quiet of 4am.
He's most often communicating through the medium of copper wires and fibreglass, the great library of incorrect information,
you see he's quite shy by nature but he's a valiant stalwart werewolf when the meek are threatened by the cowardly strong, he's sending arrows by distance, to pierce the imposing darkness that the fiend brings.
From vision to shield, let his arrows cloak the downtrodden and let the fallen angels beware, the jobless prophet despises evil work.
Categories:
fibreglass, christian, perspective,
Form: I do not know?
Sometimes we see a glint of gold or red
emitted sudden as a warning through
the greening water of the old square tank outside,
an evanescent wink from just beneath
the awning of the lolling lily pad.
Within this viridescent bulk of water pushing
against the stark and square formality of fibreglass,
the teasing crimson twinkle
frees our eyes from what had become
the prison of their gaze in which they were held
unblinking by the flat rigidity
of unremitting quadrilateral form.
Once more a gleam of carmine charms our eyes
into the still, green patina of this exotic liquor –
another world, so far removed
from our dull logic of normality.
Categories:
fibreglass, animal, life, pets, water,
Form: Free verse