Never mind the friendship(s) that was born not to last
Fresh air is an inhalant of freedom
Don't push it or she'll push you off a cliff
Is it 1 minute of love or a lifetime of love
The gut signal
Don't ever apologize to someone who doesn't care about you
Miracles happen when wisdom can change the bad into good
Categories:
inhalant, wisdom,
Form: Free verse
Amongst the brambles of life there exists a sanctuary
both steadfast and silent
It is only when our days become unbearable that we
go searching for this tranquil inhalant.
Drifting into ourselves and away from the crowd,
we enter a forestry of peace and grace.
Here we can experience the solitude and respite of a therapeutic moment without trace ;
Inside the palindrome of our mirrored existence our reality needs a break sometimes.
Because of the agitation of this crazy world, we often rebuke the newsie serpentines and choose to believe in Angels instead.
The searching and seeking of peace is as natural to the soul
as the air we breathe. Lets perpetuate to peace, time and time again
and rest our weary heads once in a while.
For the journey is long and the road is treacherous my friend.
Don't allow anything or anyone to rob you of your God given peace.
January 29, 2023
Sponsor Regina McIntosh
Contest Name Finding Peace
Categories:
inhalant, peace,
Form: Free verse
Sur les mêmes toiles, peindre les sentiments de souvenir.
Sous d'autres cieux, semer les espoirs d'avenir.
Quels que soient les environs, quel que soit le chemin,
On te voit toujours tendant sans discrimination la main,
Aux élèves dans l'aisance et aux ceux dans le besoin,
Oeuvrant pour les faire s'épanouir dans ton jardin.
Si les lieux aux liens de ta trace deviennent aromatique,
C'est grâce à tes pas modèles qui marquent ta pratique:
Les broussailles rustiques inhalant la senteur de parfum,
Le Lac de l'Ouest douillet ayant l'appas d'emprunt.
L'abord amène s'affiche d'entre tout les mouvements
Dans ton enseignement, où s'écoule l'élégance et l'aisance.
Les moissons massives se font à chacun moment
Dans ta classe, où s'allument la connaissance et la jouissance.
Te voilà! Une fois ton émission répandue de vive voix,
Dans l'oubli tombent les annonceuses de choix.
Te voilà! Une fois présenté ton attrayant visage,
De l'oisiveté s'agite l'esprit de tout sage.
Où vas-tu nous emmener, à travers cet atelier incoloré?
Voilà! La fenêtre ouverte aux constellations diaprées!
Categories:
inhalant, appreciation, eulogy, teacher, teachers
Form: Rhyme
The grass has turned brown.
The leaves have all fallen down.
The air has taken on a different feel.
My allergies are back, oh where is that pill?
My eyes start to itch.
My nose runs with a twitch.
This would be my favorite time of the year.
If it weren’t for all the pollens around here.
As I stifle a sneeze.
That was caused by this breeze.
My inhalant is near.
Eyes are a blur I wished they were clear.
I feel like a sap.
Maybe I need me a nap.
My head wants to pop.
Food tastes just like slop.
Did I mention this was my favorite time of the year?
I can’t go outside I’m confined to right here.
The coolness at night.
Oh such a delight.
The tissues are near.
To keep my head clean and clear.
To the pharmacy my wife I have sent.
To find me some relief is her intent.
Just six more months and it will all be okay.
Then I can get out and play.
But until I see that day.
Inside I will stay.
Categories:
inhalant, funny, nature, seasons, me,
Form: Narrative