Seems a programmer wrote him some code
and then told it, Produce me an ode!
His efforts, mispent
for to his lament,
all its praises were to his commode!
.
there'z no finer feeling
save
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sweat
'side mine threshing duke's
chafed
'long
hern
cherry pick'n
pyknic
digits
entwined
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racing pump
the
'side my
torso
There is hope beyond the words
Spoken by hearts, afraid and lost
In the silent thoughts, the darkness
Where doubts cast clouds, shadows
Across the sun’s reflections, prayers
For sweetest faith restored, the open door
To light that silences the turbulence
Of a past filled with grief and regret
Shame that sucks out all the wealth
Wisdom alive beyond the guilt, the distress
A life lived beyond the words, weathered
Poetry, prose, promises of psalms
Colored by hues of saccharine truth
Soppy fidelity to a maudlin youth
Sentimentality Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Julia Ward
May 21, 2022
To the tenderness stream
When we initially met, it was a graceful turn.
Dreaming
Around the bend in the copious spring
She was conceived.
Naturally out of a lonesome spot
In my passionate heart
At the deepest level of my angelic being
Starting in the western hemisphere
It's a feeling of yearning.
With hungry haste that craves the longing.
I wandered all the dulcet ways to Heaven.
It was centered on the seventh dazzling sky.
With my heart and spirit as well,
From the bitterness of a youthful passion that split
A person with many experiences
Who is the most enthralled by her charm?
She inquired as to where we had first met.
We began singing simultaneously.
Such a superb delight
That's where we've got our knuckles curled up.
On the sand of cuddles
I am sinking, my friends, and I am enthralled.
She swooped down to me, twirling in the horizons.
When will we have a farewell drawing?
Written: January 16, 2022
mountain waterfalls
cascading mighty current ---
God's great creation*
*Romans 1:20 For the invisible things of him from the creation of the world are clearly seen, being understood by the things that are made, even his eternal power and Godhead...
May 22, 2019
3rd place, "Writing Challenge 3, May 2019, Nature Haiku" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Dear Heart; judged on 5/26/2019.
A swoop of gushing wind
Smothers my face in kisses
A phantom lover
GUSHING IN WONDER
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
~ In morning’s pastoral turquoise bliss
The isle lies warm in sunset's kiss,
On autumn’s gurgle when the sun is low
When meadow flowers seem to glow
Afloat in a sea of cerulean haze,
Setting the cascades for October days
The air is breezy with scent of flowers
Their fragrance pervading wavelets’ hours,
When tides swish with mermaid’s choir
And tulips flaunt their seashore attire
Then sailing in wonder of dew-swept hairs,
Larks ascend into floating prayers in pairs!
………………..
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Contest: Francine Roberts’ Flowing Water
Written by: nette onclaud
19 Sept 2011
As the oil gushes freely from the hole
The ocean currents disperse it abroad
Fish, birds all sea creatures await tole
This time the tole awaits for thee and all
No just sealife, waterfoul, oysters, clams
This could mean less food on our grocer's shelf
Of course, there will be biscuits, even jam
But what about fish, oysters fried by a chef
As that oily sustance keeps spreading
All around the Gulf who's to say where will stop
It could bounce all around the globe
Might take a year or two but who even knows
That oil might slip into that slow boat to China
On the submarine in the deepest ocean
Maybe get on your bassboat moored under oak tree
As the cooing Dove calls to me how long 'twill be
When the end will come no one knows
This could be the start of those woes
Spoken of in Revelations when one-third
Of the sea creatures meet their destruction
The time when thy heart’d beat no longer
When thy soul’d be shaken by thunder
Of the innocent hands of the Death
Coming to take hold of thy breath
What thou can do but the End to face
And lie happily in the Death’s embrace?
Your body awaits the fire and lashes
You’ll be crushed to earth and be burnt to ashes
No more laughs and no more grins
What else to eat but fruits of sins?
Thy boasted grandeur shall turn into dust
All thy powers and all thy lust
Everyone you gulled, everyone you fooled
Will all be with you, by the fire cooled!
Then the Lord shall rise, and the Love shall reign
And then thou shall see all you did in vain
Nothing remains then but to sigh and moan
How would it feel then? To taste Death alone!
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