The vast and subterranean
depths awake,
An undulating wave begins
to grow,
As tidal currents violently
awake
And stir the bioluminescent
glow.
The hyper- luminescent
sapphire wall
Ascends against the high
celestial sphere,
A fluid, panoramic, sweeping
hall
Where atmospheric shadows
disappear.
Then comes the thunderous,
explosive crash,
A multifaceted, bright
diamond spray,
As liquid glass and ancient
granite crash,
To wash the solitary coast
away.
The subterranean gargantuan dies,
Reflecting iridescent
midnight stars.
my noisy head falls still on a dark sky night
naked eyes tuning to the star filled myriad
the glow of the galactic centre
feel the measure
imagine the massive beast lurking there
benign, gargantuan, greedy, sometimes gobbling
those arms spiralling
one hundred thousand light years across
then ponder the cosmos, immensity cubity-cubed
then ponder us, clinging on board
gathering in light to be so enlightened
peering down to the quantum realm
then up through the microwave fog
at the cosmic dawn
scale the noughts, each way stretching
we appear to be near the centre of things
is this privileged viewing?
or just the point where seeing can see?
time to go to bed and dream!
Bobakattleskat are oh so abstract,
teeny tiny with invisible impact.
Teeny tiny don’t keep jellies around,
before you know it
teeny tiny is gargantuan.
With that stench they left behind
now the tea party’s in ruin.
Teeny tiny every inch infested,
now you’ve done it!
The ramifications are gargantuan.
Teeny tiny with invisible impact,
Bobakattleskat are oh so abstract.
Which is it? Which will it be?
Which will emerge triumphantly?
Authentic or Artificial?
Which intelligence will become official?
As massive, innovative Aquarius looms...
AI and AI jostle for position in both big and small rooms.
The Real McCoy?
Or just the latest and greatest toy?
Which is it? Which will it be?
Which will emerge triumphantly?
ChatGPT is writing, while school writing is lacking, and it’s an ugly meme.
Could it be that transhumanism is the new gargantuan marketing theme?
Will humans breathe life into their creations with salubrious intent and care?
Or will the artificial ones beam their light into another stratosphere?
Which is it? Which will it be?
Which will stand in victory?
GRANTED, GARGANTUAN GOURDS
GRACE GARGANTUAN EGOS.
THEY GRACIOUSLY AND GRADUALLY
GRAVITATE, (THROUGH GRAVITY),
TO GIANT GROUND BASED GARAGES.
GUARANTEEING THAT GREAT BIG,
GIANT, GARGANTUAN GOURDS,
GETS GOOD GROUND ROOTS
GROWTH POTENTIAL...GRADUALLY!
Embarrassing, so embarrassing, what will I do?
The things I've done my whole life through!
I'll reverse the hairdryer and vacuum them up.
I'll mix them with the dog food and feed it to the pup.
What a mess, oh, what a mess, I reversed the flow.
Embarrassing things now float around like snow.
I pray to the lord in heaven that nobody sees.
It's like one big gargantuan, embarrassing sneeze.
Old grandpa, silly grandpa, have you lost your mind?
You're as crazy as a coot and a loon, combined.
This is no place for an ancient, befuddled gnome.
We are going to have to put you into a home.
Behold the beast, wandering in astral night
From dark caverns he emerges by starlight
to quaff nectar from his ambrosia chalice.
A leering creature with evil eyes of malice.
What nefarious thoughts does he ponder
as muscles ripple in his aimless maunder?
Does his venomous tongue thirst for more?
A pungent stench sloughs from every pore.
Empty cup held in gnarled gargantuan hand,
this goliath bellowed orders in foul reprimand,
"Heed my warning or tonight one of you will die;
the one who allows my nectar flagon to run dry!"
With each guzzle, the more belligerent he grew,
a frightful scene in which a battle would ensue.
The massive titan stumbled out in moonlight,
with ripe grape libation, he was fueled for a fight.
What brutish slander he grunts without a pause.
Frothing at the mouth with fallacy as his cause.
Scorning those upon whom he wishes to feast.
Brutal is bigotry when malevolence is released.
Governed by technological greatness
Gearing with gigabytes catering to all generations
Groomed am I, 5G, to handle gargantuan task globally…
Girded for high-speed connectivity yon information gathering
Granting mankind growth and progress midst mobile ecosystem-glow.
Grateful to God* for grace that advances giftedness, functionally grand
Guided with genuine responsibility and accountability-goodness
Gladly, greeting guys and gals along facts, realistically grasped
Gripped am I with gallant “Fourth Industrial Revolution” goal
Guarded around golden rule, sans greediness’ glitches.
*1Peter 5:10 But the God of all grace, who hath called us unto his eternal glory by Christ Jesus, after that ye have suffered a while, make you perfect, stablish, strengthen, settle you.
7th place, "UP TO YOU" Poetry Writing Premiere Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 2/10/2024
what
swallowed
me
up whole
are
the
gargantuan owl eyes of
the
enchanted mirror
in
the
blink of an eye
Good-gesture greenthumb gatherers gleaned grain,
gargantuan granary,
grower's great goodwill greeting,
gazillion grade-schoolers, grownups,
gingham-garbed grandmother's,
grievous growling guts gone,
gain gastronomical goodies gardens,
grapes, granola, gourds, gosh!
generosity galore, golly, gobsmacked!
golden godsend
Close up and behold gem of worth
Gargantuan with respect to value
Defying dirt from mother earth.
Through microscope midst vibrant light
Lens reveal precious treasure
Iridescent, glowing against dross’ blight.
Under microscope divine, held graciously magnified
There am I, faith-polished by the Creator’s hand
To fulfill His assigned role, as precious stone* beautified.
*1 Peter 2:5 - Ye also, as lively stones, are built up a spiritual house, an holy priesthood, to offer up spiritual sacrifices, acceptable to God by Jesus Christ.
December 20, 2023
6th place, "Any Poem" Poetry Writing Premiere Contest
Sponsored by Robert James Liguori; judged on 4/16/2024
We live within a lifeless metropolis,
Where corporations prance in the stream of time,
Their gaping mouths reciting shallow verse,
While Freedom’s statue weeps in lonely midnight.
Gargantuan flags ripple and unfurl,
Announcing a surge of ominous design,
A swelling tide of nefarious purpose,
That stains the air with ill intent’s malign.
Concrete streets echo with hollow footfalls,
As souls trudge through the mire of monotony,
Blind to the puppeteers pulling their strings,
Lost in the dance of mass conformity.
The world breathes a toxic atmosphere,
Where greed is worshipped as a deity,
And progress is measured in dollar signs,
While empathy fades into obscurity.
Yet amidst this wasteland, a flicker remains,
The spark of hope in eyes that dare to see,
The rebel voices, whispers in the night,
Yearning for change, for a future yet to be.
I weave my words into verses untamed,
An epic of truth, resistance defined,
For even in this dead world’s ‘s cold embrace,
The fire of rebellion forever shines.
Exonerating eyes that yield
Upon the eyes of cyclopes,
Bemoaning and rancorous enigmatic
As we think.
Ponderously, I swim to nausea,
Galloping to forever dream.
I see life in gargantuan way,
Neither the illusion of the majestic
Enthralled and reverberating echo,
Of thy thunderous anger, I fear.
For this is the summation
Of my grieve heart.
In this way, I may die a loser,
A beaten man.
With pity and devouring rage
To that sun, to that arrogant feisty sun.
For this, I'm a rotten down-trodden
Sad, sad, sad man.
a
man,
broken,
he's saddled
with vices galore;
alcohol and gambling,
gargantuan monsters of ruin that do not sleep.
he's addicted to both; always falls back to the bottom rung ladder of sobriety
Writing Challenge - R words - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France
Theme of choice: Ruin
Syllables checked at HMS
Date written: 04/05/2023:
a sociopath
selfserving and destructive
egotistical
God gargantuan
favorite of mine has been
at end say Amen
snow fell on shoulder
could cause him to be colder
when he was older
reminds me of them
handsome looking very trim
happy never grim
Brown Girl Dreaming
Jacqueline Woodson,
Poet
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heard testimony
have to pay alimony
bunch of bologna
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