SYNTHESIS OF INFLUENCE
determine
impressions
&
expressions
of
harmony
approaching
conscious
conclusions
in
deliberate
delusions
peace
& serenity
reconciled
in
ethereal
exaggerations
of
woven
patterns
of
beautiful
curves
clarity
culminating
in
the curious
I'm the vessel of your verses
The voice of your vice
The product of the dream you nurture
The nature you hide
I'm the vessel of your verses
For better or worse as
I killed as much as I healed
For your own selfish causes
Though like I
Sprinkled in time – a wrinkle in time
Distort this course of pattered patterns
As we try to advise
I come from a plight your voice invites
Yet through that noise my choice is mine
I'll rhyme with vice from time to time
But rhyme my course through what is mine
To frame my words:
Picture my verse reversing a curse and nursing a hearse
Purging the urge to merge with the merchant of murder or worse
Piercing the person that persecuted my pride
Piercing the Plight that worsens the worth of the words I write
Purging my urges, the grudges held from the judgment of hurt
Purging my hypocrisy, when it gave you hurt much worse
The stanzas alliterate to reflect the repetition
The verse of illiterate veterans on a mission
To verse you in their permanent "medicating" religion
Most mean love, while most only deliver what's given
They all speak in tongues
A powerful influence
No king resides here
War prowls not in nations ,
but along threads we cannot see,
stirred by men afraid of being small.
They hide behind heavy drapes…
Blind to the dust they leave behind.
Egos puff up and snap with each word,
sparks falling into fields,
that never asked for fire.
Voices puff themselves up like proud birds,
words flicker over dry tinder--
pauses yawning wide for disaster.
Ego, restless as a fidgeting child,
tugs at the world until it tips and leans, laughing,
chuckling as cities lose their balance,
holding on tighter
until Hope folds in on itself and retreats into shadow.
And still they feed it,
men who drape themselves in wrath like armor,
bowing to Force as if it held a crown.
Victory casts a faint , weary smile
while the World leans aside,
guarding its secrets in silence.
The Selfish Egos of War
Sponsored by: Craig Cornish
Contest Judged: 1/11/2026 6:54:00 AM
( 1st Place )
Written: 11/29/2025 (Don Mueang)
In secret, a tale unfolds
A family bound by tradition's hold
Love and loyalty, a complex test
A story of power, of family nest
A mother's stress, a daughter's fate
A union formed, a future great
Twins born, a legacy to share
A family's rise, with wealth to spare
Businesses boom, a new path's laid
For young ones growing, with futures displayed
Their story's told, in verse and line
A testament to family ties divine
Through trials and strife, they find their way
Through every step, a new day
Their bond is strong, their hearts aflame
A family's love, that knows no shame
Their legacy grows, as they take the stage
A new generation, with a story to engage
Their family's history, a tale so grand
A story woven, hand in hand
Travellers: The Singer - Poet
In secret, a tale unfolds
A family bound by tradition's hold
Love and loyalty, a complex test
A story of power, of family nest
A mother's stress, a daughter's fate
A union formed, a future great
Twins born, a legacy to share
A family's rise, with wealth to spare
Businesses boom, a new path's laid
For young ones growing, with futures displayed
Their story's told, in verse and line
A testament to family ties divine
Through trials and strife, they find their way
Through every step, a new day
Their bond is strong, their hearts aflame
A family's love, that knows no shame
Their legacy grows, as they take the stage
A new generation, with a story to engage
Their family's history, a tale so grand
A story woven, hand in hand
Travellers: The Singer - Poet
In secret, a tale unfolds
A family bound by tradition's hold
Love and loyalty, a complex test
A story of power, of family nest
A mother's stress, a daughter's fate
A union formed, a future great
Twins born, a legacy to share
A family's rise, with wealth to spare
Businesses boom, a new path's laid
For young ones growing, with futures displayed
Their story's told, in verse and line
A testament to family ties divine
Through trials and strife, they find their way
Through every step, a new day
Their bond is strong, their hearts aflame
A family's love, that knows no shame
Their legacy grows, as they take the stage
A new generation, with a story to engage
Their family's history, a tale so grand
A story woven, hand in hand
Travellers: The Singer - Poet
My lungs fill as I inhale the smoky haze of the September breeze.
Overcast skies stare down on me until the guilt drenches my bones.
A puppet to the pressures of most I cannot control, gnawing at my ears until the only thing I hear is the deafening sound of my own thoughts.
I no longer wish to be another pawn in this unjust game.
I will grow my wings and wander far beyond.
I shall not be influenced to abide by social acceptance, for I am simply over it.
I am over the influence.
“Irish slang is funny.” --- Is that a fact?
What matters most is its wholesome impact
Revealing good* heart’s zest
To influence with best
Through blest joyfulness, along kindness-act.
*Galatians 6:7, 10 Be not deceived; God is not mocked: for whatsoever a man soweth, that shall he also reap...As we have therefore opportunity, let us do good unto all men, especially unto them who are of the household of faith.
March 28, 2025
3rd place, "An Irish Themed Limerick" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Tania Kitchin; judged on 3/29/2025
Art!
Repeater of dialogues
In the past
With accurate information
Telling the story of nations
The tickets of history
Portraying the beauty of nature.
Art!!
The imagination
Influencer
Every painting
Produce a muse
Steadily giving useful messages...
Art!!!
The soul and spirit
Awakener
Taking the mind
To realms of fantasy
Creating ecstasy
Art is the heart healer.
Living under the influence of unhealthy food
Is not a topic that has been frequently chewed
Unlike its well-known friend: alcohol abuse
The unhealthy food topic is more a recluse
In the past food talk centered around a diet
And half of the population would no doubt try it
Thinking that their weight is mostly what matters
Followed by comments that hopefully flatter
Mostly everyone gets sick once in a while
Or had colds of which we all have a large file
But being under the influence of unhealthy food
Is a thought that’s usually far less valued
Bottle and can labels that come from a barrel
List that drinking alcohol may cause some peril
Yet when has a package of food listed in part
Stating: consuming this stuff may be bad for the heart
But don’t think that I’m looking for Fed oversight
There’s too much already that it feels like a blight
No, it’s all about vital self-education
To help reduce poisonous medications
Or having to visit a health center some night
That have popped up everywhere; speaking of blight
This is more of a write, to help bring to the light
That bad food is like getting drunk every night
You must have a light heart
For the influence to start.
Focus on the hopes of today
With faith in Jesus and no delay.
The daily grace, love and peace
Brings smiles, blessings and release.
We were made to sing and soar!
Don't be earthbound, reach for more!
Influencing others to follow
God's power takes away the pithy shallow,
Leads you in joy with weight like gold,
Seriously, but flying in peace, young or old.
I always will remember when I was young
and wanting to be special in some nice way.
One person used the power in their tongue.
The dark clouds parted, and I felt a ray
of sunny joy come beaming down on me.
The person was my teacher of sixth grade.
She saw in me what others did not see.
My feeling not so adequate would fade.
I had not known that I was capable
of not just learning, but excelling too.
My confidence grew more unshakable.
By junior high, I had a brand new view.
If in my talents I would but believe,
great things with effort I could then achieve.
Is the wind alive? That’s what the Choctaw believed.
The Apache called it, apocryphally, “the breath of the world.”
To them, the wind is the trickster you never see,
a joker on the plain of life.
What’s always arriving and always leaving?
What’s as old as the world, yet forever current?
Ever present and tireless, it seldom sleeps,
holding up jets, herding clouds like sheep,
filling sails, stirring leaves, causing rough seas.
What’s always passing, but already everywhere?
The Cherokee named ‘air’ the ‘keeper of spirits,”
because it sighs, cries, whispers and moans.
They credited it with great power and influence.
Today, we watch the skies with doppler witchery,
we forecast its path, with the gambler's odds - see,
the wind has turned on us, many times - like a tornado.
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Songs for this;
Colors Of the Wind - End Title by Vanessa Williams
They Call the Wind Maria by Harve Presnell
Windy by The Association
From the mass arose, a one of its kind---
Resolved to affect, the whole of mankind.
A brain gifted to influence the lot.
He owes to all, lives he bought.
His legacy lies in clandestine veins,
That rules lands, the inhuman terrains.
Calculating minds surrender to him.
Evil incarnate, he makes heads spin.
Empathy not, revenge he seeks,
Nature's curse, he promises peaks.
Philanthropy a garb, to make up for all
The sins he caused at ambition's call.
He feeds on wealth, he feeds on fire
He is love's craziest desire
He makes his rules, owns them all
Bitterness incarnate, he causes downfall.
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