Man of honor midst meekness' valor
Young-looking always yon aging ardor...
Dear Father fulfills life-building zest
Enabling each family member to do fullest best
Anchoring home very well along God's love and grace
Rearing and nurturing us, his children for triumph's race...
Father with integrity's glow radiates against hopelessness' attack
Allowing his cheerful spirit to pervade, prevailing upon serenity's pack
Training us for victorious achievements with supplication and prayer-aid
Hoisting our faith toward trust in the Lord, defying doubts of skeptical raid...
Ever-living in my heart, his legacy does reign, influencing my reaching-out flight
Reverberating his ministerial accomplishments I yearn to extend with grateful delight.
Dedicated to my ever-dearest Daddy; and likewise to my spiritual father, my Pastor.
Ephesians 6:4 And, ye fathers, provoke not your children to wrath: but bring them up in the nurture and admonition of the Lord.
June 1, 2026
3rd place, "Father" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Silent One; judged on 6/20/2026
Cabinets of plenty
Are only in dreams
For por folk
Of meager means
Sustenance becomes game
The one with the money reins
Obligation yields just enough
To wet the thickened veins
Movement around food
Becomes slithering on the board
If you are going to win
Subtleties can never be ignored
Hyper-vigilance at the core
Influencing the communication without
Never allowing true desire
To flaunt the heart about
This may be news to regular folk
Who have never known scarcity
To eat and drink without thought
Is truly a precious gift of rarity
Written by Trudy Schrader on 05-23-2026
Cloak Of Calaci il Perizoma
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She wouldn't move
she stood right in the way
obstructing the going on's
influencing what I was to say
The scrutiny and critic she gives
that part where it makes it
difficult to understand
am I your man?
am I your man?
Termine gergale per
indicare il contorno
visibile delle grandi
labbra e del monte
di Venere di una
donna attraverso
abiti molto aderenti.
She won't move
and refuses to budge
there's no way to say it
she just won't budge
The scrutiny of admiration
that part where it
makes it difficult to understand
am I your man?
Am I your Man?
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(Fragaria moschata)
"All his portraits of me are lies."
Quote by _Dora Maar
Picasso painted Dora Maar with green nails in 1936
his lover and muse for a decade
she was a photographer, painter, and surrealist artist
influencing his art . . . she was captivated by him
he was intrigued by Maar's seductive nature
theirs was turbulent relationship
The painting by Picasso is a surrealist-cubist that depicts
his lover, elegant though with anguish
with green nail polish and eyeshadow
her gaze is intense . . . her eyes beautiful
her beauty is distorted
tortured
It is said that Picasso was physically abusive to Maar
resulting in a painful separation and depression
in time she became a recluse, died at 89~
Picasso, though the father of modern art
had a dark side . . . manipulating women
with cruelty
he had a long list of sexual flings
and revolving affairs
he said out loud that his art was his
primary relationship
his lovers just hobbies
He was a complex, talented man no denying that
able to capture his subjects emotions
but not much of a lover . . .
Today is a brittle passage of tumbler,
Tumbler that glares like optimism in unsteady fingers,
Fingers that grip love like a hot torch,
Torch whose blaze cracks into smoke.
Smoke is an undertone of extinct promises,
Promises wandering like ruins in the squall,
Squall that flings hearts like collapsed greeneries,
Greeneries no map for tomorrow.
Tomorrow is a wrapped and inaudible volume,
Volume whose folios leather in shaded ink,
Ink that engraves destiny like an invisible sculptor,
Sculptor influencing today.
Such is life when it changes,
Changes that bring hurdles,
Hurdles making us remain uncertain,
Uncertain of what tomorrow really means.
Poem by N. Mugisho
A vibratory epiphany,
I am All I see,
Vibrating at a frequency,
Uniquely tailored to me,
Teaching all I need to know,
Helping me evolve and grow,
Understanding the shadow,
High and lows,
That's just how it goes,
Beginnings have to end you know,
A round and round you go,
Flowing sound floating around,
Grounded by an entity,
It's really just energy,
Feeling surging sensations,
Changes in vibration,
My mood changes stations,
As I store information,
In relation to how it works,
Finding the perks,
Tear jerking experiences,
Tearing at our innocence,
Fear lurking in the distance,
Just waiting for the chance,
The dance within the expanse,
Influencing every move,
If you find the groove,
You've found the right tune,
Soon to be singing along,
To a whole different song.
That phrase describes products that
succeed through inherent quality,
solving real world problems
It worre a 45 minute leisure time,
the interludes one tempo to another
The inconsistency of proportion had to
be managed in order fo
r both tempos could have way.
the resolution of our discontent
stifled the progression which
had been natural and pleasant.
Until her centered need divided the concerns of
all who had interest in the project
it became easier for her to modulate
proves attempts to alter beliefs are
Both weak and unsuccessful
one who inspires might find there
the undue influencing to cover them
without knowing such is in accordance
Aquiver the excitement of being influential
is different from the shamefulness of
being looked at as someone
will to cast a spell on you to have you as?
The core components and music is
the actual performance in which style
or genre the song works best for
the audience and performer
the need to know why she
wished to brainwash him startlede
I see drunk men
A lingering scent of alcohol from power
Power-drunk men
The type of inebriation
Where imbalance manifests as impulsiveness
Not materialistic enough to construct
But sufficient to set disruption in motion
A seed yielding acts of corruption
Influencing the youth
Boasting to elders
Men of power
Children of the soil
The rain does not linger above but descends to the earth
Water your roots
Nourish the source of your strength through humility
If men of power evolve
We arrive at an economic resolution
Like lilies in spring, kindness unfolds
We don't march to destroy
But to grow together
Dear Heavenly Father
May our lights shine brightly
No matter how big or small
We often overlook the significance of seemingly small lights
We are delighted to be chosen as a light in the world
Influencing others for Your glory
What is to be expected? Mr Trump finally was elected.'
Before was Biden.' Yet there were forces behind him
Holding gold? And other riches.' Influencing this world
By almost un-seen stiches.' Garnering power destroying
So much reveling and disporting.' Deploying much lust'
Of world the apperatus, the opperating machine just how
Much did they own? Seventy percent? Or thirty? Unknown
Or so it seems.' Yet they could give a racehorse as a gift
I would guess a dozen yachts, small armies of influence
You get my drift? On whats what? So would they go easy?
Into an unfriendly night.' Or would they hold onto their levers of might.? Might they not consider? We shall appear
To do less.? And any in power we'll hand some real stress
Along with an advisory' on just how much they can do.!
To instill a charade of difference.? Just a thought now mind
You!!)
If I could talk, what would I say?
Would I use my words in a major way?
Will the world listen to my aggressive voice,
Or would they walk away and leave me with remorse?
Don't tell me the answer, just leave me lonely.
My heart can't take another person being phony.
So just leave me out here on the ocean shore
To talk to the only person who loves me more.
It's not the air but the shadow of my mind
That blocks the sun when it's trying to shine.
So I'm going to speak my words from negative to positive,
Influencing myself to think clearly more often.
I'm going from a doubt of fear to believing in myself,
Start talking with aggression to everyone else.
No more being self-conscious and talking in silence;
My voice is now going to be heard, no more being quiet.
I know when I speak, I'm going to be a force to be reckoned with.
No more being in the background; I'm making an emotional shift.
I'm taking over the world until death silences me,
So everyone be aware my voice is going to be a masterpiece!
ravens croak
applauding twilight
larks churr
saluting sunrise
a last dance over
an inverted verge.
a perpetual encounter
the last mesh of murk
against gleams of glow
held in abeyance,
opposites wrangling
like birth and demise
asking intricate questions
preserve or discharge
uncertain anxieties
ravens claim temporal flesh,
their ravenousness relished,
dominant despotism
it seems.
yet our lark’s song resonates
stirring our species
influencing our intimate impressions,
channelling subconsciously
our choice
around that inverted verge
eternally guarding us
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.
verbs stacked themselves against a cabinet
each ready to jump into the story
influencing the writer in subtle ways
flitting and flying sent a butterfly
they were snapped up and used
jumping sent a kangaroo and a frog
croaking was thrilled to see these ideas
he had not been able to come up with anything
starving knew she did not have a chance today
the writer had eaten a six-egg omelet with cheese for lunch
When poetic silence ,
spoke to me
through midnight violence,
it kept my restless heart calm~
as I was hypnotized in a trance,
waltzing sleeplessly
on an island so reckless,
The soothing petals in my garden
were now a scent of serenity,
I hear the calling of poetic royalty
in diamond dunes,
influencing me to question
the purity of my presence,
So I thank the stars for
bringing me back to reality
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