Focus on my passion
Oasis in the dark Go ahead
Hear me now As stories might start
Life and love foretell Of celestial dreams
The bluest Incursion of death
From dream to full passion
Standing alone Seeking solace
Peace felt Caressing the eternal
Stare deep into The music beyond
Not such a thing Under a ladder
Tread gently Like nothing before
Hidden Find it all More resilient
What’s worse Worse than the evil shown
Fallen apart Finally away from them
Creature of the night As from the ashes
Depleted I’ve seen nothing new
Heard your voice From the start
Quite a ride Let the dance continue
Darkened streets All that’s seen
Imagine now With more to come
Walking with white butterflies
For a mere ounce Sensing the same
Once viewed different Don’t even try
Only if to direct Dying in the dark
All I See More than just Darkest of dreams
Willing or not Have no choice Calling Hades
Only seeing the dark Fragments of hell
Day finally come Beware the Windigo ~
(Comprised totally of titles of poems written by poet Flipsider)
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
The eggs had been colored
and scattered about
The baskets were hidden
the children to shout…
“Was he here Mom, was he here”
they yell from upstairs
“Come down and find out”
she says—nary a care
Their little feet rush
taking two steps at once
Wide eyes dart all over
playing their hunch
Living and dining rooms
they tear with a fever
No corner is safe
from the incursion of either
“I found it, I found it"
the bigger one said
The smaller one saddened
their heart filled with dread
“The Bunny forgot
there's no candy this year”
From across the big room
the first start of a tear
“The Bunny never forgets”
their mother cried out
"You have to look harder
both inside and out”
As the front door was opened
the little one chimed ...
“Mom, he didn’t forget
— it was here all the time”
(To My Grandchildren: Easter 2017)
I will--Aptly Indulge--the truth, with
self--Apply Inscribed--words that wills
from--Ageless Issued--passed down
via--Ancestral Inheritor's.--A Mother's
prayer,--Apostolic Intercessor--over
power &--Abolish Intruding--snipers of
reality.--Almighty Immune--me from
those--Always Iniquitous,--spitters on
prophesy,--Awards Injustice,--be wary
of this--Advancing Incursion--in mind's
full with--Attempting Insights--of Hi-Tech
designs--Algorithm Ingenuity--and form
of all,--'a i',--checker/plagiarizer. Beware
the claimant--Another I--it's NOT me.
Trump collide with comet
blew up voters when bomb it
caused us to vomit
we will hear Trump say
with our minds he likes to play
ignorance display
were once over hump
what we should do is dump Trump
now is in a slump
Trump on discursion
when with him an immersion
trouble incursion
heard several times
if God never made Adam
there would be no sin
for there to be sin
will need to have a sinner
even if beginner
things started to take
Trump was found to be a fake
who we should shake and bake
when being weaver
in God became believer
always receiver
A day of reckoning is upon us
Winds that pick and toss rain that pelts and soaks
Pick up your armor, release the shields
Only to have it ripped from your grasp
Alone you wander through the wreckage
Lost souls twinned in the feat of battle
Feel the thunder smash into the land
As the heavens let loose another incursion
Splatter goes your only hopes
As you hold your hand up to catch the drizzle
Covered, head to toe in the past, future, the present
Feel the hurt that we have devastated
Wash away in the downpour
The earth quenched from another conflict
As if the clouds have not had enough
They continue their downward spiral
But alas, there is an opening
The foretold eye, an empty chasm
Where the grass streaks green
The trees sway from releasing their chains of water
Spring can see once again
For the colors that stripe the atmosphere
Show the end of this abhorrent misery
The rain will come again, you know so
But for now, bask in the sunlit circle
For it will be gone soon, To the monsoon
The awake awakened with wide eyes wide-opened.
Calls of the screaming sea, calling calls ceaselessly.
Pound-pounding ears attend, weakening abandon,
wend sea claps yonder, and then only beyond then,
toasting impacts extend hosting eyes to pretend.
Gestures the forgiving, bestirs the towering,
ceaseless battering and charging colliding send,
the onslaught incursion shape equal dispersion.
Sea cliffs under pressure free stiffed asunder sever,
cast in watery graves caused by tottery waves.
Assembling forethoughts resembling onslaughts,
the battered is scattered about,
and the shattered, splattering doubts.
New roles, the lesser deep as guardians o'er a wet scrapheap,
shorn from tempestuous holds ...
fragmented carnage neath ruling waves rolled.
In the name of 'equity' and 'inclusion'
Female athletes suffer Biden's incursion
Backing transgender males in their competitions
~ destroying female athletes' ambitions
my cat meowing
birds outside had been viewing
always id doing
each eye would invade
watching a passing parade
in dark shade they laid
was an incursion
did result in dispersion
price needs inversion
What could Vladimir Putin ever hope to gain
By his malevolent incursion into Ukraine?
Does he fancy a place in Russia’s history
For causing his neighbors misery and pain?
Why would he arouse the whole world’s ire
By setting peaceful neighborhoods on fire?
Does he not have enough personal acclaim?
Apparently not, to notoriety he does aspire,
Can Putin not understand human morality?
Believe that the world’s people have dignity?
Does he fail to see that the Ukrainians have
A right to their elected national sovereignty?
Truth is, Vladimir Putin is evil personified
Like Stalin and Hitler –remember they died!
written March 3, 2022
We stand on the brink of a savage day
Astounded by the onslaught of fighting
In Ukraine, a beautiful land, so far away
Where the fires of cannon are igniting
Flames of hatred, fear, and mistrust
As the free world stands by in horror,
While a dictator satisfies his greedy lust
Like a modern-day reincarnated Fuhrer.
The best course of action seems hazy
But we’re told everything is on the table
To send American troops seems crazy,
Still, we must respond as we are able.
Perhaps warning of the long-term effect
This incursion upon innocents warrants,
We can, hopefully, impress upon the tyrant
We will punish his disregard for respect.
It seems a small, insignificant response
But we have the power to cripple his might
Let him not take what appears nonchalance,
For his nation will suffer a crippling plight --
Ostracized by all peace-loving nations,
Strapped for needed materiel resources,
Unable to trade for the necessary rations
Essentially embargoed from available sources.
written February 26, 2022
In the aftermath of battle,
One needs to find a place
Where one feels safe enough
To lay down one’s weapons
And let them tarnish and rust
And gather dust, at least until
The ink has dried on the treaty.
Then they must be cleaned
And sharpened and reinvented
And made ready for
The next ill-advised incursion
Into hostile territory.
This is essential.
Even the best troopers
Eventually get their fill of war.
Then they are of no use to anyone,
Not even themselves.
One can tempt fate,
But one can’t escape
The god of unintended consequence.
the chambers of Auschwitz are never far away
ashes do not disperse genocide that easily
cracked skulls in Rwanda don’t break away
from bone master’s lost conscience
agent orange is not yet whiter than white
Saigon holds more memories than a musical
killing fields in Cambodia famine in the Yemen
should speak a clear message to what true hardship is
all I have to do is wear a mask and wait for an injection
though there is no vaccination yet for stupidity
in the face of what is a minor incursion of freedom
compared to slaughter and crusades for a false crown
Demons of the sky.
The crow for one,
Pigeon, petrel, thrush
Included in the list.
Pesky, reviled, disliked
Demons of the sky.
Should they go extinct
Surely they’d be missed.
Superior skills
Perfected to survive.
Demons of the sky
Not to be dismissed.
Their pompous presence
Resilient to incursion.
Stubbornly they exist.
Demons of the sky.
Headline News:
Cross the Seas Arrival
Killer Hornets Near
Relentless force of steroid nature
Buffed hornets in out-sized wing chanting
Swarm-buzz of aggression
Predators to hapless honey bees
Poison stings like silver arrows.
Venom shrapnel from combat incursion.
New fodder for Hollywood flick diversion.
Part of a new fear landscape
in pandemic turmoil.
Forest peace destroyers in what
flies, lurches and stings.
Fear in re-jigged planet living cringe.
Media bursts of unending dread.
More psychic danger than real threat?
Time of apocalypse reckoning?
Nothing here to sooth your nerves undone
Even so, in a biblical plague,
shield your eyes,
and run!
The eggs had been colored,
and scattered about
The baskets were hidden,
the children to shout…
“Was he here mom, was he here?”
they yell from upstairs
“Come down and find out,”
she says—nary a care
Their little feet rush,
taking two steps at once
Wide eyes dart all over,
playing their hunch
Living and dining rooms
they tear with a fever
No corner is safe,
from the incursion of either
“I found it, I found it,"
the bigger one said
The smaller one saddened,
their heart filled with dread
“The Bunny forgot,
there's no candy this year”
From across the big room,
the first start of a tear
“The Bunny never forgets,”
their mother cried out
"You have to look harder,
both inside and out”
And as the front door was opened,
the little one chimed...
“Mom, he didn’t forget
—it was here all the time”
(To My Grandchildren: Easter 2017)
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