Jennifer
Genuine, artistic and talented genius
Daughter of Dennis and Shirley
Lover of creativity, globetrotting and big dreams
Who feels the world is her oyster
Who fears breaking promises and not making deadlines
Who would like to see the end of poverty on earth
Resident of metropolitan Montreal, Canada
Wicks
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
Posted on February 25, 2021
Categories:
globetrotting, beautiful, daughter, family, growing
Form: Bio
Walking becoming overcoming.
Orion becomes Jesus walking on water.
Trek trudge and stumble, taking it in stride.
Bearing a cross of torment and torture.
Struggling slogging shepherding,
slaving in blood mixed tears.
Walking through light and shadow.
Sleep meandering, dreams seamlessly
mingle with stumbling lumbering,
slumbering shamble, ambling ramble.
Roving roaming range, radius reached,
realms always remembered.
Walking the footpath through rainforest.
Sizzling amour fou ardor, fevered fervor.
Lascivious among the leaves,
captive to carnality.
Fleshly forbidden found only
in the taboo soil of impulses.
Walking in the aurora of first light.
Sprinting agape beneath spectral wavy prismatic sky.
Darting dashing driving toward a new day.
Racing rushing for radiant rays wrapping the horizon.
Igniting the dark, blazing the trail in a neonate morning,
advancing the awaiting adventure.
Walking with friends and lovers.
Parading promenading propelled plantigrade.
Globetrotting every continent, every consideration,
every awareness and attentiveness.
The common blanket sweeping overall.
Let the celebration of being begin.
Categories:
globetrotting, extended metaphor, hope, jesus,
Form: Free verse
a winter sun plays hide and seek
odd shadows chill my bones
reminding me of annual constraints
i crave to escape instinctively
a caged animal an inmate
itching for the taste of freedom
i feel a desperate panic
seeking latitude by longitude
An urge for trekking cruising
globetrotting and jetsetting
a deeper innate hankering
to recharge spent batteries
AP: 2nd place 2020
Submitted on May 21, 2020 for contest BRIAN'S CHOICE O sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - RANKED 3RD
Originally posted on December 26, 2018
Categories:
globetrotting, angst, animal, anxiety, freedom,
Form: Free verse
A semi baked semi colon is neither a seminar nor a seminary session. It is in fact the whirr of wheels from the large overweight apostrophe on a bike. Uphill downhill and all around the picturesque towns, villages and hamlets but not cities for cityscapes' are carnivorous and carnivores can charm even a chalice from a wagon if and when sealed with the juice of a steak. Well oiled grease test then. All in line. Good. Garages grab greenery giving great galloping geraniums. On the phone now are we? Oh good afternoon. Good morning. Good evening. But never a good night in a customer query box ticked. Tickle a ticket to induce laughter. In many many rides on a bus or a train a mandatory mane maneuvers managing mere mobile movements. And always remember that the globetrotting goldfish in the wicker hat can sing mist loudly to a cone. Hahaha Kyu k pass hai saja hai mekhana and a fried onion belches to a melted cheese. *** geomorphologic Z
Categories:
globetrotting, angel, appreciation, aubade, basketball,
Form: I do not know?
He breathed his monotonous homely air
And felt it was not his time to be there,
And departed for world-famed distant shores
Where he believed happiness brimless flows.
And true the sundry scenes promised change:
On the bitumened streets were gals of every range
And though the languages were new, all looked fair
And his heart throbbed with the puff of foreign air.
He liked the taste of the liquor folks imbibed there
As well as their willing capacity to dream and dare,
And so he began to think: “My heart’s merry at last”,
And cursed his country and washed himself of the past.
He taught himself the rules associated with foreign codes
And marveled at his capability to adopt unfamiliar modes,
He forsook the old and with feigned piety learned politer faiths
Convinced that his father’s religion was a careful set of myths.
But when all was forgotten and the new seemed ever right
The silent old started to haunt his every other sleepless night,
So he couldn’t take it anymore, and returned after years had passed,
And when he puffed again the native air, he sighed: “I’m home at last!”
Categories:
globetrotting, patriotic,
Form: Ballad